Belle Comes Alive

Sensations were changing for Belle. Lust driven ache was transforming to painful, biting sting as each revolution of the screws increased the pressure of the clamps on her taut nipples. The tingle in her bound arms had reduced to cold numbness. Each movement Lucy made was only interpreted through the muffled sounds that flitted through the tough leather of the hood and a wisp of air as she drew closer to the naked and exposed slave Belle was becoming.

Belle allowed herself to wonder if she hadn’t made a mistake and then pressed the thought down, knowing that panic could complicate things even more.

“Are you squirming, slave?” Lucy asked. It was rhetorical. Belle couldn’t answer it with the improvised pantyhose gag that even muffled her occasional whimpers. Belle took the cue and tried to shift against the tight cotton ropes that made her seem almost a part of the chair. She began to mentally retrace how she had developed her role in this scenario.

She had entered Lucy’s dungeon in a tight sun dress, with no panties or bra under it, and with her favorite British made, but Italian inspired, black leather stilettos. She liked them most because they were open toed and allowed her to accessorize her look with matching nail polish. Her short hoop earrings tantalized under her flowing black hair. Playful and bright, they demanded attention be drawn to the graceful line of her cheek. A light pink lip gloss, candy flavored and sweet to the taste, completed the tease.

She’d gone for the “girly” look because it almost always drove Lucy wild with lust and a desire for power. Something about the childish innocence of the look connected Belle’s submissive impulse with the brute ominance buried under the business-like façade Lucy wore with such ease.

Belle was snatched back into the present as she felt the rope passing behind her at her hip line. Lucy was now tying it around her waist with a firm hitch knot. The rope dropped down between her legs as Lucy snapped “Don’t move,” and walked away. Belle struggled to place herself within the context of the room, fumbling for a sense of which direction she faced, and how far she might be from the wall.

The din of clanging metal as the folding step stool was opened and then slammed to the floor caused her to shiver and jerk slightly against her ties. “I told you not to move, slave,” Lucy said. Belle could hear the steps as Lucy climbed the stool and fidgeted with the hook on the ceiling. What could she be doing?

Belle tried to curl her lips to ease the pressure of the gag, but it didn’t work and left her with the odd taste of candy lip gloss and nylon. The flavor wasn’t horrid. She thought it was a funny mixture, and choked back a laugh to prevent Lucy’s rage. Lucy cursed for a moment and stormed out of the room shouting “If you move while I’m gone, you’ll be severely punished.”

What had made Lucy more aggressive today than usual? The ritual was nearly perfect. Belle walked down the basement stairs, minding posture and teasing Lucy’s attentiveness with a pause to brush the curve of her knee with her fingertips. It was a suggestive motion that drew attention to the curve of her round and shapely ass.

She’d turned her back to Lucy as she slowly pulled the dress up over her hips, exposing that gorgeous ass and then pulled it over her head and off. She laid it neatly on the stool in the corner, arching her back to a flawless curve, tilting her left shoulder up to expose the line of her breast against the stark white backdrop of the wall. She even feigned a stretch in her stilettos to expose her neatly trimmed pussy to her audience of one.

She jerked again as Lucy slammed the door. “You moved again?” Lucy asked. “You’re going to get it now. Belle could feel a cold wisp of air as Lucy passed, but the scent of Lucy when she was excited was undeniable. The submissive could inhale the musk of her dominant and she was thrilled by it.

The rope came up from between her legs as Lucy fed it through the eyehole of the hook on the ceiling. Belle braced, but lifted from the chair as Lucy pulled it tight. Belle’s ankles, graced by the lines of the shoes she’d chosen, were bound to each front leg of the chair, and her arms were bound to the chair’s high back. The rope around her hips pulled her ass from the chair and exposed her pussy.

Lucy locked the spreader bar below each knee so that Belle couldn’t close her legs. Now Belle was shaking. Had this gone too far? Lucy was crazed with lust and power. Would she stop short of harm?

Belle wanted to cry out but couldn’t. Their agreed upon safe gesture was for Belle to shake her head as hard as she could, but Belle was frozen. Fear hadn’t overcome her, though she did shake more than she could ever remember shaking. She stopped shaking when she realized that she had become more curious than frightened.

To go along with this could be painful, or humiliating. She could not decide how she now felt. That realization added thrill to the experience. She gagged a muffled scream as the cold metal brushed along the lips of her pussy. What was that, a knife?

Lucy brushed the wand near her ear and Belle heard the crackle and smelled the ozone as the electricity passed along the metal shafts. “This is going to sting a little,” Lucy was almost cackling in her laughter as she said it. Feeling came back to Belle’s arms and legs. Her nipples hurt so much she thought she would need days for the bruising to abate.

But she knew, in that moment, she was alive. She wasn’t just breathing. She wasn’t just thinking and feeling. She had come to experience the true sensation of being alive.

Another brush along her pussy this time came with a jolt. She could feel the muscles in it contract as the surge pulsed through the lips of it and made her thigh muscles convulse. Lucy pulled it back. Belle could feel her chest heaving to catch her breath and thought the site of her clamped nipples rising and falling with her perfectly rounded breasts would make Lucy even crazier.

Another jolt. This one was right on her clit. She could even feel the muscles in her ass tighten. Then another came, not even ten seconds later. Lucy was massaging her clit in between jolts. When the final one came, Belle was barely aware of the pain. The orgasm surged though her body and she rested all of her weight on the rope around her hips.

Lucy gently rubbed her belly as the orgasm subsided. After removing the gag and the hood, Lucy gave Belle a deep kiss, running her fingers through Belle’s hair. Belle could feel her right nipple relax as the first clamp came off.

She thought once again that she was glad she hadn’t shaken her head. This had been her day of living. On this day, Belle had finally realized life.

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