RAQUEL - A CHRISTMAS HOMECOMING - Chapter 2 (F/F) for December 29!
Posted: Sun Dec 24, 2023 5:53 am
RAQUEL - A CHRISTMAS HOMECOMING
"Twas the night before Christmas
when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring
not even a mouse….”
Indeed, the whole house was dark. More precisely, save for the external lights, the interior was bathed in stygian blackness. It seemed that the house’s occupants were absent. However, there is a hint of light in one of the second-floor windows.
Looking into the bedroom, one would note the desk lamp that is turned on. However, it is the figure that the lamp illuminates.
A figure was seated in a chair. The chair is made from sturdy and lacquered wood. Its backrest is narrow, shaped much like an hourglass. It is obvious that the figure is a female who is, for the most part, unclothed except for a pair of bikini panties.
Her exposed body is kept from moving by an ample application of red and green rope that has been wound around her body and the chair. Her wrists were drawn behind the chair back and secured with a thick hank of red rope that is firmly cinched and knotted. Green rope is wrapped around her body and the chair. Strands of rope are positioned above and below her firm and lovely breasts. Her skin is a healthy brown and seems to reflect the light when viewed from certain angles.
More green rope girds the captive’s waist and serves to keep her in the chair as well as further immobilize her arms by pinning her forearms in place.
Her legs are long and lean and has not been spared the restriction of the ropes. Her thighs are wide apart thanks to the red ropes securing her legs above and below her knees to the chair. Finally, green ropes bind her ankles to the bottom part of the chair legs. She cannot close her legs to protect what little modesty she has left.
Her lovely face is concealed behind a broad leather blindfold. A bright red ball has been jammed into her mouth and kept in place by a leather strap around her head. It is obvious that she has been secured to the chair for some time as evidenced by the trail of drool that trickles from the sides of her mouth.
Suddenly, the silence of the room is broken with a low moan from her gagged lips as she writhes and struggles against her bonds. If one were to look closely at her crotch, one can see the dampness that is slowly spreading. A wire sprouts from her panties leading to a battery pack and controller that is on the floor, beyond her reach. A small egg-shaped vibrator has been jammed deep into he womanhood and activates an irregular intervals sending the captive into spasms of induced pleasure.
Her moans have forced more saliva from her mouth and it trickles down her chin down to her exposed chest where it anoints her breasts. Her turgid nipples are entrapped by pincer-like clamps from which weights are hung. The flash of pain tempers her struggles and she forces herself to sit still.
She bows her head as if in abject defeat…or surrender? She resumes her struggles but is once more stopped by the pain in her nipples followed by another surge of enforced pleasure between her legs.
This time, though, the vibrating egg does not relent. It keeps on pestering her…teasing her. Her thighs tremble and she flings her head back, unable to stop the inevitable. Then, with a muffled scream, her climax overtakes her and she slumps back in the chair…to await the next time.
"Twas the night before Christmas
when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring
not even a mouse….”
Indeed, the whole house was dark. More precisely, save for the external lights, the interior was bathed in stygian blackness. It seemed that the house’s occupants were absent. However, there is a hint of light in one of the second-floor windows.
Looking into the bedroom, one would note the desk lamp that is turned on. However, it is the figure that the lamp illuminates.
A figure was seated in a chair. The chair is made from sturdy and lacquered wood. Its backrest is narrow, shaped much like an hourglass. It is obvious that the figure is a female who is, for the most part, unclothed except for a pair of bikini panties.
Her exposed body is kept from moving by an ample application of red and green rope that has been wound around her body and the chair. Her wrists were drawn behind the chair back and secured with a thick hank of red rope that is firmly cinched and knotted. Green rope is wrapped around her body and the chair. Strands of rope are positioned above and below her firm and lovely breasts. Her skin is a healthy brown and seems to reflect the light when viewed from certain angles.
More green rope girds the captive’s waist and serves to keep her in the chair as well as further immobilize her arms by pinning her forearms in place.
Her legs are long and lean and has not been spared the restriction of the ropes. Her thighs are wide apart thanks to the red ropes securing her legs above and below her knees to the chair. Finally, green ropes bind her ankles to the bottom part of the chair legs. She cannot close her legs to protect what little modesty she has left.
Her lovely face is concealed behind a broad leather blindfold. A bright red ball has been jammed into her mouth and kept in place by a leather strap around her head. It is obvious that she has been secured to the chair for some time as evidenced by the trail of drool that trickles from the sides of her mouth.
Suddenly, the silence of the room is broken with a low moan from her gagged lips as she writhes and struggles against her bonds. If one were to look closely at her crotch, one can see the dampness that is slowly spreading. A wire sprouts from her panties leading to a battery pack and controller that is on the floor, beyond her reach. A small egg-shaped vibrator has been jammed deep into he womanhood and activates an irregular intervals sending the captive into spasms of induced pleasure.
Her moans have forced more saliva from her mouth and it trickles down her chin down to her exposed chest where it anoints her breasts. Her turgid nipples are entrapped by pincer-like clamps from which weights are hung. The flash of pain tempers her struggles and she forces herself to sit still.
She bows her head as if in abject defeat…or surrender? She resumes her struggles but is once more stopped by the pain in her nipples followed by another surge of enforced pleasure between her legs.
This time, though, the vibrating egg does not relent. It keeps on pestering her…teasing her. Her thighs tremble and she flings her head back, unable to stop the inevitable. Then, with a muffled scream, her climax overtakes her and she slumps back in the chair…to await the next time.