NotSeen wrote: ↑2 years ago
but before that, I wonder who will be the binder and who will be the bindee when Christine and Sieglinde play the next time around...
Here is the answer to your question dear [mention]NotSeen[/mention]
Things are heating up
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The Adlernest: Christine´s Quarters, late Evening:
As soon as she was alone she went in the Bathroom and appraised herself critically in the Mirror and began to freshen up her make-up. Carefully Chris redid her lipstick, took the bottle of perfume, which Sieglinde loved so much:
A few drops behind the ears, between her breasts, under the armpits and she carefully applied some Perfume on her Pubic Hair, which she had trimmed in a Brazilian Landing Strip. Chris smiled coyly. Her long luscious Hair bound into a Ponytail and she was ready. She smiled at her mirror-self: “You do look real good Sweetie!”
Now for the decoration: Chris padded on her stockinged feet back, singing softly to herself “Caro mio ben”, in her suite and programmed first some soft classical music, the Champagne-Cooler stood already on the table. She placed candles strategically around the suite and lit them before dimming down the light.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Hlk8EDA02M
Cecilia Bartoli accompanied by Yves Thibaudet sings “Caro mio ben”
Chris appraised her work: “Perfect” she smiled to herself. The Stage for “The Seduction of Sieglinde, Part II” was nearly set. “Now for the main exhibit” Despite her exhaustion Chris had enormous fun, she did not know though where she did take the Energy from, she simply did it – and banned all doubts resolutely in a secluded chamber of her mind.
She let the dressing gown falling on the floor and pulled a very short white silken negligée over her head. It reached barely mid-thigh and left nothing to imagination. The soft silk caressed her skin.
Chris sat on the bed, crossed her legs, one dangling seductively, foot whipping. She took the book, which she had ordered from the extensive Library of the Adlernest and began to read in “Dangerous Liaisons”.
She found the famous/ scandalous Novel by Pierre Choderlos De Laclos (1741 – 1803), who had been considered by his contemporaries as scandalous as the Marquis des Sade, oddly fitting for the Occasion, “I am Milady de Winter after all”
She could not help but smiling wickedly. Time trickled by, Minutes, half an hour. She listened, Chris had heard something: Steps of High Heeled feet.
In the wall across her Bed a secret door opened. Sieglinde entered and took in the sight before her: The Candles, the soft Music and Christine on the bed. The Pianist looked up and smiled and laid the book aside, so that Sieglinde could catch a glimpse of the title: Something about Liaisons.
Chris unfolded her legs, her Negligée rode a bit higher, and she placed one leg seductively in one fluid motion about the other again, “Straight from Sharon Stone´s Playbook in Basic Instinct” Christine enjoyed it enormously, teasing Sieglinde. Alone that was worth the effort.
Sieglinde had changed into a short black dress and matching sky high Peep Toe Pumps. Truth to be told, the Dress was very short, displaying Sieglindes well-toned legs.
“Come Prisoner!” she ordered Chris in this sexy husky Voice. “Of Course Mistress, as you command!” Slowly, very slowly Chris unfolded her legs, swung them on the Floor, her feet sinking in the lush Carpet, which felt incredible soft under her nylon clad soles. She stood and sauntered towards Sieglinde.
Sieglinde watched mesmerized as Chris' walked towards her, she did not simply walk, Sieglinde decided, she strode along solemnly: What a sight! Hips swaying, with graceful fluid movements, her hard nipples clearly visible under the Silk, which barely covered her bossom, her bright green eyes never breaking contact.
“I could lose myself in these eyes.” Sieglinde thought. “I am playing with Fire, but that makes it even more worth the risk.” And she discarded any doubts, or caution. It was just Christine and her. “Nothing else matters” she thought.
“Never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it our way
All these words, I don't just say
And nothing else matters”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tAGnKpE4NCI
Metallica: “Nothing Else Matters”, Official Music Video from 1991
Christine halted directly in front of her, so short was the distance, that Sieglinde could smell the Perfume and the sweat and the arousal and sense the heat, Chris´ Body was radiating.
Christine, closed the distance between them fully, took her head in both hands and kissed Sieglinde hard and full on the lips, her tongue entwining with hers in a slow dance, exploring her mouth. After an eternity they broke contact, Christine stood back and looked down and stared at Sieglindes feet, as she folded her hands demurely above her lap.
“Mistress, your Prisoner awaits your command.” She murmured.
“Very well Prisoner, bring me a Glass of Champagne, I am thirsty!” Sieglinde commanded.
“As you wish, My Lady.” replied Chris demurely.
While she filled the Glass, Sieglinde took a seat and savoured every curve of Chris´ shapely figure, barely covered by the silken Negligée. She especially enjoyed the view, when Chris turned her back to her, staring longingly at Chris´ firm butt. The blonde Ponytail, reaching well below the shoulder blades.
The Pianist turned and presented the Glass to her “Mistress.” Gablenz took a sip, savoured the taste: “Prisoner” Sieglinde ordered “My feet hurt in those Heels, take care of them”
“At once Mistress!” Chris knelt down pulled a low foot stool near and took Sieglindes right High Heeled Foot in her hands, resting her mistress´s well sculpted calf on her bare thigh. Carefully and slowly, she removed the shoe from Sieglindes foot.
Christine let her hand glide over Sieglindes silky, lightly sweaty, nyloned Sole. Sieglinde moaned contently. “Carry on Prisoner." she whispered huskily.
Sieglinde felt, that Chris tenderly caressed her foot, allowing her touch to glide across her sole, from her heel to the balls of her foot, kneading the soft flesh gently for a while. The nylon felt smooth under her touch.
Chris slipped an ice cube from the champagne bucket into her mouth and began to suck on her big toe first, then taking all toes into her mouth, sucking on them, exploring them with her tongue, taking her time. Sieglinde giggled softly, when Chris Tongue slipped between her toes.
Sieglindes hand glided unto her skirt and her fingers into her wet pussy, enchanted by Chris' hot breath and cool tongue tantalising her senses.
“Prisoner” she gasped breathless “I have another foot." Chris let Sieglindes right foot down on the foot stool and turned her attention to her left foot, worshipping it in the same way as she had the right, even longer and even slower.
Then she took both ankles in her hands and slowly explored each sole, first with feather light kisses, barely brushing her feet with her lips, before slowly caressing every inch of her soles with her ice cooled tongue, kneading her soles, kissing her Mistress´ high Arches.
This slow torture overwhelmed Sieglinde. A deep guttural groan escaped her mouth as the orgasm washed over her, her eyes rolled back, so that one could see their whites.
Chris remained kneeling on the floor, hands folded demurely in her lap, Head bowed down.
Sieglinde came slowly down to earth. This had been one of the best orgasms she had had, ever. She looked at Chris:
She could still not believe it. This dominant woman who kneeled before her had just worshiped her feet. She flexed her soles, wiggled her toes and sighed contentedly.
She regarded Chris´ with a smile: “Prisoner?”
“Yes Mistress?”
“This was glorious! You earned yourself a reward Prisoner!”
“You are to kind Mistress!” Chris kept her head down, gazing at the floor.
“Stand up!”
Christine complied and stood, slowly till she stood before her Mistress. “I enjoy this game, very much so.”, she thought. Sieglinde let her gaze glide lazily over Christine´s Body: From the Crown of her Head, down to her Toes.” “Remove that Negligée!” Sieglinde ordered her Prisoner.
"Anything to please you, My Lady." Christine whispered, bowing her head, trying to sound as submissive as possible, slowly looking up again:
Christine gazed deeply into her mistresses grey eyes, “Those eyes burn through to my soul, leaving me naked before her.” Sieglinde thought as Chris removed slowly first the left shoulder strap of the flimsy garment and then the right: The silken clothing flowed down to the floor and curled around her feet. Underneath the Pianist wore nothing just her hose.
"Mmmmm, she is a cornucopia of delights. Those strong beautiful feet, those full and firm breasts, that tight glorious ass. I could make love to her every day for a thousand years and still find something new to ensnare my soul." Sieglinde had the urge to ravish Chris on the spot, but that would be to fast! No she would not give in to temptation. “We have all the time of the World.”
“You still wear too much Prisoner!” Sieglinde chided her playfully instead.
"I am sooo sorry My Lady." Chris whispered seductively, before she rolled her hose slowly down her legs, so slow, without breaking eye contact, before stepping out of them.
“Put these Pantyhose in your mouth! I don’t want to hear your whining!” Sieglinde commanded. Chris bowed down, took the warm, moist Material and balled it up. The Ball was large. Very large. Slowly Christine pressed and prodded the large soft ball in her Mouth. Finally the ball rested behind her teeth.
Sieglinde was impressed: “She can still close her mouth – and is she smiling?” Aloud she said: Take one of these scarfs, tie a large overhand in it and cleave gag yourself, Prisoner!”
Christine strode to the bed, took one of the large Scarfs. She pressed the large Knot against her lips, pressed the large ball of Hose even deeper in her Mouth, Chris folded the remaining Ends of the Scarf above her lips and knotted the Scarf behind her head. A twinkle in her eyes.
“Very good Prisoner! Take another Scarf and tie it in a band above your lips." Chris took a red silk scarf and did as ordered.
So tight was the Gag that Chris´ cheeks bulged above the tight bands of silk. “Very good Prisoner!” Sieglinde complimented her. “Now your reward!” She stood up and pulled her moist and wet Panties down.
Sieglinde walked to Chris and dangled the Panties before her face. Chris could smell Sieglindes arousal. Sieglinde pulled the Panties over Chris' head till the crotch rested firmly across Chris nose.
The Pianist moaned softly as she smelled the musky scent of Gablenz. Sieglinde rolled first her right then the left stocking down. She took the left stocking and pulled it over Chris´ already panty-covered head. The Nylon obscured Chris ‘features. Another moan, Sieglinde took the second Stocking and wound it around Chris' mouth and nose, pulling it tight and knotting it behind Chris´ Neck.
“This is pure torture.” Chris thought as she inhaled Sieglindes Musky Scent “but I will prevail. I can do this.”
“Listen Prisoner” Sieglinde continued “you will give yourself now a tight crotch rope. Take two Scarves, bind one around your waist and the other one though your crotch, make nice knots in that one!
Five Minutes later Chris inhaled sharply as she pulled the second Scarf through her crotch, the knots pressing into her Pussy. She moaned.
“Now Prisoner! Turn your back to me!” Chris complied.
With confident hands and a racing heart, Sieglinde bound her wrists, palm to palm, with soft cotton rope and then bound her elbows tightly. Her heart melted as Christine moaned softly, when her elbows touched.
Sieglinde wrapped a rope around Chris' body above and below her breasts, and then cinched it between her breasts. Taking a thin cord she wrapped the base of each breast making them swell and redden. Sieglinde let her palms rest on Chris´ Breasts squeezing them gently. Pinching her rock-hard nipples.
Sieglinde helped her prisoner kneel on the bed and then bound and cinched each ankle to its' corresponding thigh, tightly frog tying Christine. Not without touching Chris´ soft soles, gently caressing them, Chris´ soft giggles were heavily muffled of course due to her overstuffed mouth.
Sieglinde knelt before her. She took Chris´ left nipple in her mouth, sucked on it, and played with it, her tongue caressed above and around Chris' left breast. Her prisoner’s moans became louder and more urgent. Sieglinde pulled sharply at the Crotch Rope first one time, then a second. Another moan, then Sieglinde moved to the right breast.
Smiling wickedly Sieglinde gave Chris a playful shove, so that her Prisoner landed on her bound Arms, her pussy easy accessible now, Chris squeaked surprised as she fell on her back. “I want to prolong this” Sieglinde smiled. “Don't go away Chris!” Another moan, which sounded like a muffled protest. Sieglinde took an ice cube out of the Champagne Cooler as she had watched Christine do.
She knelt between Chris legs and let the cube wander around the base of Christ´s breasts and slowly touched the nipples with another cube, till that had melted. The moans of Chris intensified in frequency and intensity. The scent of Gablenz´ Panties and Stocking was intoxicating, the prolonged stimulation driving her mad.
She began to strain forcefully against her bonds. “Calm down Slave, you earned yourself your reward!” Sieglinde whispered softly and knelt between her legs, removing the crotch rope, her tongue exploring Chris´ nether regions skillfully and agonizingly slow.
Christine writhed in ecstasy, she wanted release with all her might she strained against her bonds and moaned into the gag. Sieglinde had skillfully played her, like she, Chris, played the Piano. Her whole body was an erogenous zone by now, every cell in sensorical overdrive.
Her bound breasts were hypersensitive to the slightest touch. Sieglindes hot tongue felt like fire on her already hot slightly sweaty skin.
Chris shuddered as Sieglinde kissed her right sole and let her tongue glide in circles across her heel and upwards …
And then, after what felt like an eternity, Sieglinde allowed her to cum: the mother of all Orgasms washed over her, one wave stronger than the next and she blacked out. Her scream would have shattered glass had she not been so tightly gagged. And this was only the beginning, the overture.
Two hours later: Sieglinde looked down at the peacefully sleeping Christine. Carefully she removed the stocking tied above her face, than she pulled the stocking cap away. Chris face was flustered, her long blonde hair damp and wet.
A while later Chris lay unrestrained before her. Carefully Sieglinde covered the sleeping beauty with the silken sheets. Her face was relaxed and calm. She kissed her softly on the lips “Good night my love!” Sieglinde whispered and left the sleeping Pianist.
It was around four when Christine woke up from a deep dreamless sleep: The Events of the last evening came back to her: The Dinner and what happened after that. "The Seduction of Sieglinde part II had been a tremendous success and she had had one of the best Orgasms of her life. “This is a dangerous game, but not without its rewards." She thought sleepily as she drifted back to sleep and sweet oblivion engulfed her.