“Scarlett got lucky with that bet.
She should be thankful that I was
such a good sport about it.”
- from the video log of Lady Estela
“Welcome to my den,” Scarlett hummed. “You like it?”
Estela didn’t respond, nor did she have any plans to respond. She just stood there with a frown on her lips, and a melancholy stare in her eyes. This sucked. Her first play on the show had crashed and burned, and now she was going to suffer for it. And she had just gotten here too!
This was all Icy’s fault! That dummy had the advantage, and still managed to lose. Estela had every reason to bet on her. It was the smart call, and she should have won! Yet, here she was: tied up with a zip tie and at the mercy of some creepy-ass goth chick. Lord knows what sick shit she was planning.
Scarlett seemed completely unbothered by her captive’s brooding. She locked the door, and catwalked over to a small pile of luggage on the floor. On her way there, she said, “It’s a bit underfurnished…”
Just before stopping in front of the luggage, she did a little hair toss and looked back at Estela. The domina finished her sentence with a breathy, flirty softness in her voice. “…but that won’t hinder us.”
Scarlett bent over a black suitcase, arching her back and perking her butt for a full display. Estela just rolled her eyes. She followed that up with a light groan when Scarlett turned back to her, holding a black sybian in her hands.
The surly attitude was entirely related to circumstance. Estela really had nothing against sybians. In fact, she owned one herself, and loved to use it on her down time. Her sybian was probably better than Scarlett’s though. It was a top-brand model, sent to her by a butt-ugly senator from Arkansas after a one-time session. His gift had come with a love letter that was equal parts sappy and creepy. Upon reading the letter’s cringe-worthy contents, Estela decided to have her sybian searched for hidden bugs and scrubbed down thoroughly before any use. But it wound up being a great gift, even if she eventually had to block that senator’s number.
snip
Lady Estela’s wrists popped apart, and felt cool with relief. Her mind snapped back into the present, and she realized that Scarlett had cut her bonds. Estela rubbed at her wrists. That had been her first time wearing a zip tie, and she already hated the things.
After several rubs, Estela looked past her hands and noticed a massive collection of what appeared to be black pantyhose on the floor. Her hostess must have gathered those up while she’d been reminiscing. Were those all Scarlett’s? Who the hell would keep a collection that large?! Before Estela could ponder any further, Scarlett stepped in front of her.
“Take your clothes off,” the gothic domme cooed with that same softness as before.
‘
Oh my God,’ Estela whined inside her head. ‘
Is she gonna use that thirsty-ass tone the whole time?’
(Spoiler Alert: Yes.)
Estela frowned, snorted through her nose, and started to strip. That stupid costume was sweaty and didn’t fit her right anyways. She put zero enthusiasm into her little strip show. If anything, it resembled a tired laborer shedding his filthy clothes once he got home from a bad day at work.
Regardless, Scarlett looked pleased as hell with the end result. By contrast, she still hadn’t changed from her debut outfit, which was a red and black basque, attached to some dark stockings.
Estela wanted to say, ‘
Yeah, eye it up, puta. I still have nearly ten weeks to make you regret this.’ But instead, she settled with, “So are you gonna do something, or what?”
“Oh,” Scarlett moaned, “you have no idea…”
The goth’s arms had been folded across her chest while she took in the sight of her partner. She unfolded them, and revealed one of the many pantyhose, held with one end in each hand. She brought her arms over the naked beauty-queen and pulled her in. Playtime was nigh.
Scarlett licked her crimson lips as the first pantyhose encircled Lady Estela. She tied it off, just below the breasts. A moment later, there was a second hose, tied identically above those perky, bare breasts.
‘
Of course,’ Estela thought. ‘
Of course this slut likes using pantyhose.’
She sighed lightly as Scarlett took hold of her arms and crossed them behind her back. There were worse ways to be tied up. Lady Estela had restrained enough subs to know that with certainty.
The touch of the pantyhose around her wrists was smooth at first, then constricting. After pulling the knot tight, Scarlett attached another hose. She brought it around Estela’s body and lashed her wrists to the small of her back. Lady Estela hadn’t expected much, but when she finally bothered to tug on her wrists, she found that there wasn’t nearly as much give as she’d hoped. She was really tied up.
But apparently, Scarlett wanted more. She stepped in front of Estela and tied a pantyhose into a makeshift lasso. She brought the lasso below Estela’s armpit and encircled the bonds of her chest. Scarlett pulled, and her playmate immediately noticed the pantyhose tighten around her arms. The hose then went up her chest and behind her neck before coming down and ensnaring the hose below her other armpit.
The hose was stretched tight and knotted, which got a whine out of Estela. “Oww, it’s too tight!”
Scarlett responded fast. “It will slacken somewhat as you struggle. Don’t worry. Your Mistress Scarlett will take care of you.”
The mistress wrapped her arms around her subject and pulled her close. So close that Estela could smell Scarlett’s lip balm. Strawberries. How cliché.
Scarlett gently lowered towards the floor, bringing Estela with her; All while keeping their eyes locked. Estela squirmed in her bonds as her crotch came to rest on top of the cold, lifeless sybian.
The dark domme proceeded to wrap Estela’s thighs to her calves in a snug frogtie. Then, her tan ankles were tied to a pair of hooks at the rear of the sex machine. By the time Scarlett was done, the silicone phallus had warmed up to fully match Estela’s temperature.
There was still plenty of hose left over on the floor, but Scarlett didn’t want pantyhose anymore. She stood in front of Estela, and slowly pulled the long stocking from her right leg. Estela cringed. What was this woman planning to use that for?
The answer that Lady Estela feared was: mouth stuffing. That turned out to not quite be the case. Instead, Scarlett tied a simple knot near the centre of the stocking. She threw a wink and a playful grin at the bound Brazilian before rummaging through the rag pile and pulling out a toy ball. It was white and looked around eight centimetres in diameter. Scarlett slid the ball deep inside her stocking, and tied another knot behind it, trapping the humongous ball in the middle of the long fabric.
Estela saw what was coming now. She wanted to pout and groan again, but she just sat there instead, and instinctively pressed her lips tight together. Scarlett dropped to her knees and came eye-to-eye with her plaything. Her blood-red lips split open, and she beamed at Estela as she reached for her head. Estela moved away, but there was no escape. There was nothing she could do to stop her captor from… brushing her hair?
The gentleness caught Lady Estela off guard. Scarlett’s fingers ran at a snail’s pace through her silky hair with the same technique a loving mother would use to put her child to sleep. That is, until Scarlett grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled. Estela’s head snapped back and she gasped sharply.
That was all the opportunity Scarlett needed to insert her gag. Apparently, this ball was made of a soft, squishy foam. Squishy enough that despite being grossly oversized, it was able to squeeze in behind her teeth. The foam ball wanted to revert to its original shape, and expanded fast to fill up Lady Estela’s oral cavity. This proved greatly effective at silencing the supermodel, and she soon realized that she had no chance of spitting it out. Scarlett reached behind Estela’s head and tied off the ends of her stocking gag, but they both knew that the ball wasn’t going anywhere regardless.
“Hrmf.” Estela looked into her captor’s eyes with disdain, but her scowl was met with the same old playful grin.
With her hands still behind Estela’s head, Scarlett leaned in close until her breath tickled the bound beauty’s ear. She whispered: “Now, we can play…”
And then she kissed that ear. It’s graceful touch tickled Estela quite a bit, and it was the first of many kisses. The second one was much longer; on the cheek. Scarlett was migrating down her plaything’s helpless body. With one hand still cradling Estela’s head, Scarlett planted kiss after soft kiss on the bound & gagged babe’s neck.
Her other hand wandered down Estela’s body, leaving behind five little trails of shivers where her fingertips grazed the healthy, tanned skin. By the time they got to Lady Estela’s thigh, her heart had become noticeably more lively. She focused on keeping her breath down. In, and out. In, and out.
That might have worked, if Scarlett’s lips hadn’t stepped up their game to sucking. She held pressure on Estela’s neck for one or two seconds before pulling off and starting over. This is what got the first moan out of her South American toy. Of course, the gag muffled it down to a puny “
Mn!”
Inaudible as it was, that mewl didn’t escape Scarlett’s notice. She moved behind Estela, and assailed her neck from the other side. Her pale hands reached around, and cupped the cold breasts framed within pantyhose bondage. At first, the hands were ravenous, kneading the breasts like dough. Then, they were focused, taking Estela’s nipples between thumb and forefinger, and going to work.
And holy crap, did they do good work! The fingers twisted, pinched, and pulled, but always slow and gentle. Scarlett’s smooches pecked their way down from Estela’s neck, to her shoulder. When Scarlett reached the top of her plaything’s arm, the kisses stopped, and she ran her tongue in a long graceful lick back up to Estela’s jawline.
“
Mnm!” The jitters shot up and down Estela’s nude being like a momentary cold snap, and her bound hands grabbed at Scarlett’s abdomen. She didn’t mean to claw at it or anything. It was just the closest thing to holding her that Estela could do.
It was just a reflex that made her try to run her hands over Scarlett. She told herself it was muscle memory, and that made perfect sense. Usually, whenever Lady Estela was being touched like this, she would be holding her partner in some way, so it was just instinctive to try and do the same here. She couldn’t put her arms around anything, of course. They weren’t moving from their poised position behind her back.
But soon, Scarlett’s warm body pulled away, and Estela’s hands were left to dangle from their bonds. She sat there, kind of bored for a moment; when all of a sudden, the purr of an awakening motor sounded beneath her.
“
MMMPH!” The sybian activated, and began to rub at her womanhood. Estela was right: This machine wasn’t quite as good as hers, but it was damn close. Her body tensed up and she arched her back. She squirmed in her bonds, but she couldn’t get away from that device’s incredible touch.
And then it died… F**k…
Scarlett knelt down in front of Estela with a remote control in her hand, and that despicable f**king smirk. She reached up and pulled the ball out of Lady Estela’s mouth before asking, “Do you deserve to cum?”
“You’re such a dick,” was all Lady Estela had to say. It was all her jumbled mind could compose in that moment, and it did nothing but get a couple of giggles out of Scarlett.
The ball was reinserted. It’s makeshift stocking strap had enough stretch that Scarlett could easily remove it on a whim (If only Estela could do the same).
Scarlett dropped the remote, and her fingers began running circles around Estela’s nipples. Much like said fingers, Scarlett’s tongue stuck out and began licking Estela’s gagged lips in a circuit around her ball. Estela wasn’t sure if kissing her neck had somehow made Scarlett’s lip balm smell better, but
something sure had!
The gag lick didn’t go on for long before Scarlett’s lips moved to the nipples, which by now were hard enough to cut glass. Her plump red lips formed an airtight seal around Estela’s right nipple, and she sucked it like a vacuum. Within her mouth, Scarlett’s tongue ran around Estela’s perked tit again and again. The bound dominatrix bit into her gag and squeezed her fists tight. She’d never had nipple-play quite like that before, and she would
definitely be demanding it from her patrons in the future!
All the men before Scarlett who had used their mouths on Lady Estela’s tits, had made the mistake of focusing on just one, and leaving the other bored and unsatisfied; But not Scarlett. She multi-tasked, using her fingers on Estela’s other tit while caressing her leg with the second hand.
Every now and then, Scarlett would switch sides, and whenever that happened, she would blow on the nipple she’d just been suckling. It was the softest exhale, as though she were blowing bubbles. And that gentle breeze had the same effect on Estela’s wet nipples as a mint strip would have on the tip of your tongue.
Flooded with lust and frustration, it was at that point that Estela thought, ‘
That does it! I’ve had enough,’ and began grinding her wet slit against the inactive sybian. She moved steady, but slow, so as not to be noticed.
It didn’t work.
Scarlett pressed a hand at the base of Estela’s belly, stopping it dead in its tracks. She rose to face her plaything, eye-to eye, and said: “Tut, tut. Not yet.”
Scarlett moved fast. She grabbed what appeared to be two wide collars from her luggage. Each of them had four D-rings. They were strapped snug around Estela’s thighs, right where they connected with her hips. Then, lengths of rope were hitched to each of the D-rings, and lashed to separate anchor points on the sybian. The ropes didn’t have nearly as much give as the pantyhose, and Estela soon found that she wasn’t even able to grind anymore. She could do nothing but sit there and be teased endlessly.
“You don’t deserve to cum yet,” Scarlett said. “Only the ones that ask nicely get to cum.”
“
PHHGRRMMN MPH!” Estela snarled furiously as she thrashed around.
Scarlett’s fingers began their circling routine again. She looked right at Estela and cooed, “Oh, sweetpea, that’s not how you say ‘yes, please’.”
“
Fhk yhh!”
Scarlett didn’t respond. Her lips were already preoccupied with Lady Estela’s neck. They were occasionally joined by teeth as well now. Estela grunted incessantly into her gag, and not just because she was hotter than a fox in a forest fire. Her noises were also a natural consequence of all the frantic struggling she was now engaged in.
Scarlett had been correct. The pantyhose did let off a little once Estela began straining against it. But no matter how much she thrashed around, her arms remained at her sides, and her wrists stayed tied together. The most frustrating part was that Estela knew that she was close. She just wasn’t quite strong enough to cross the finish line and break free. How very analogous to her sexual frustration…
Not only was the helpless senhorita stuck in her bonds, but she was also powerless to escape her captors relentless teasing. Scarlett revealed yet another trick: nibbling down ever so slightly on Estela’s erect nipples, then twisting her head. Estela’s tit ran through Scarlett’s teeth like a zipper, and it generated an intense heat that spread out from Estela’s chest like an inferno.
“
MMNNM!” Estela flailed her head back and forth, and shook her body around as much as her bonds would allow. Anything to shake off that kinky devil! Strands of hair clung to her face, and she realized that she was covered in sweat.
And then there was nothing. No more contact. No more sensations. Estela sat there, quivering on every exhale.
She made a little gasp and flinched when she felt something graze her head. It was Scarlett, brushing the damp hair over Estela’s ear. They were face-to-face once again; and once again, the gag was pulled from Estela’s mouth. It hung around her ravaged neck, just above her pounding heart.
“Do you deserve to cum?”
Estela’s conflicting desires clashed in her head, and over the course of three shallow breaths, a victor emerged.
"...Yes, please."
The next thing she knew, they were pressed tight against each other. Their breasts squished together, and with the sybian’s remote in hand, Scarlett threw her arms around Estela’s neck like a prom date on the dance floor.
“There’s a good girl…”
Those were Scarlett’s final words. The last thing she said before leaning in and kissing her plaything over and over. Estela couldn’t complain. It was no surprise at all that this sex demon was a terrific French kisser.
From beneath Lady Estela, the sybian roared to life.