Louisa.
by abe_box-sub@yahoo.fr



Even today I remember her face, her prominent breasts, when unintentionally
the upper part of her dress remained unlaced, and her intriguing smile. Louisa
was a quiet, sociable, fully grown woman of about 35. I remember her smile; I
never knew what she meant, she used to eye me frankly and curiously with that
faint smile on her lips ... ..she kind of alluded "one day you will know ... "
Louisa and my aunt were close neighbours. They used to have their afternoon
gossips. As I was only 18, I usually was allowed to attend their discussions.
I often had my tea at Louisa's table, and then she would find something for me
to do: fixing a tap, watering some of her plants ... ... .Yet Louisa was
always that far, that queer for me and often incomprehensible; when addressing
me, she never used more than two or three words ... .a sentence at her best. I
was fond of her presence ... ... ..

One day, my aunt - who I lived with- went on business to another city, she was
to be absent for three days. As she was so careful about me (she couldn't have
possibly left me alone) I was delivered to the utmost care of Louisa. It was
the first time I was in her house alone. I felt some "strangeness" I was even
a little bit scared. It was a quiet summer day; we had lunch at the same
table. She didn't utter a word, I didn't dare to speak. Lunch over, she showed
me to a spacious dark room where I would take my nap, directed me to the
bathroom, brought some fresh clothes for me and disappeared. I felt
comfortable as I stretched my limbs on the small bed. I gazed uninterestedly
at a dark covered object in the middle of the room, I soon fell asleep ... .

I opened my eyes to the gleaming, full rounded face of Louisa so close to mine
... .that wicked smile I never understood was on her face. I felt perplexed. A
strange feeling of being a prey crept into my heart. Things seemed unreal to
my dazzled senses. It certainly was late. I tried to get up but, to my great
amazement, I couldn't move. As my senses were slowly reviving, I perceived
that my hands were tightly bound behind me and so were my ankles and my knees.
I was stark naked. I looked into her eyes; she was still steadfastly looking
into mine as if to see my reaction. What a look! She seemed so powerful; I
felt I was being conquered every instant ... .a bitter feeling of helplessness
came over me, I was done; now I was totally hers, like a child in her arms.
She, as though reading the idea in my eyes, sat on the bed, took my head into
her left arm and drew me near to her prominent breasts. The opening in her
dress was, like usual, unlaced. She plunged her hand in there and soon her
prominent tit came assaulting me, it stopped just before my lips.

"Loui ... " I finally uttered but the word was cut as her nipple forced its
way into my just-opened lips. It tasted salty then kind of milky and savory. I
went on sucking at her tit with a queer feeling of dependency.

Then she put me to my tied feet, I now beheld what strange "things" were there
in the room; ropes, some silk bras, leather strings, a stick and ... ... a
strange wooden frame shape of ( in the middle of the room. "You're a naughty
boy and you'll learn how to be obedient." She said as she grabbed my cock and
dragged me toward the strange shape in the center of the room. I couldn't walk
so I leapt. There I noticed that the shape was firmly screwed to the ground.
Louisa pulled my cock over the wooden frame, she reached to my loose scrotum,
gathered it and along with my balls pulled it over the frame. "I like roots"
she noticed. She introduced a red elastic string (torn from a bra) and
proceeded to tying the helpless cock just from where it stems. I studied with
apprehension the merciless techniques and force she applied; the string sank
deep into my tortured member and I writhed with pain as she had finished.

She untied my feet and vanished ... ... ... ... ..

I couldn't move them apart; it was so painful. I tried to pull my cock away in
vain, I realized how tight the string was; it was merely impossible. Time went
by in absolute silence, it was long and tedious. I stood there immobile,
gazing blankly at the roof. My legs were free but I couldn't move; I felt
humiliated and silent tears made their way down my face ... ...

Louisa returned, this time with only a pink bra which let much of her ample
flesh out and rosy panties, she pulled my legs apart to my intense pain.

"why ... ehhhhh" as a burning spank came across my ass. "Shut up" she roared.
"Take this" ... .. "and this and this" as hard spanks burnt through my ass
"for being a bad boy" Now she stood in front of me with a big leather string
in her hand, she caressed my throbbing member, "whose is this?" she suddenly
asked. "My ... ."and hard leather hit cut across my cock before I finished the
words. I moaned. "If it were yours" she said firmly "how comes it is so
tightly tied?" ... ... ... .silence ... ... .

Another hit came burning across my cock, "I am expecting an answer" she
yelled.

"It is yours" I said in a begging voice. What I thought a right answer did not
spare me another tough whip ...

"It is yours mistress"

She finally untied "her" cock, grabbed it and dragged me to the bathroom; she
poured cold water on it and the choked suffering member revived to freshness
... .."this is but the start" she said smiling wickedly ... ... ..She went to
another room, I tried to unleash my hands; they were so securely held together
behind my back, arm to arm, with what I felt to be tight leather strings, I
couldn't even move them. She opened the door of the room she was in and
ordered me to come there. I obeyed.

"Trying to get loose?" she smiled to herself.

Now she was wearing a leather bra with a narrow opening in between her
breasts. Some laces hung loose from the opening; I couldn't tell if they were
just for ornament, perhaps they were used to narrow the opening at her
choosing ... ... She caught my gaze and smiled. I wondered what she was up to.
She sat on a comfortable sofa at the end of the room and bid me to come
closer. I stood before her but she pulled my legs wide apart and told me to
get closer. I did. I stood there, the sofa across my legs and she sitting
under me. As I stole a glance down, I noticed that "my" penis was at the same
level with the round opening in her bra. "Stick your eyes to the roof!" she
said busily. I felt a silk string rolled round the stem of my penis beyond my
balls "I like roots" she reminded me as she tightened the string, she then
passed it through the opening in her leather bra and pulled, the next moment
all my tender parts passed through that same narrow opening. She pulled and
pulled until nothing that could possibly pass through was left out. Then I
felt the opening tightening round the stem of my cock; she must have caught
the two ends of the string that forced my cock into her bra, with her teeth
while she was tightening the laces ( of the opening) with both her hands for
no inch of my scrotum escaped the tender but firm grip. When she had finished,
she bid me pull my penis loose; I tried as hard as I could but, to her
approval, I could liberate no inch; it was quite impossible. ... ."Enough" she
ordered.

Then pulling two leather strings from behind her, she tightened her bra; I
felt her flesh squeezing my tender parts warmly. She caressed the back of my
thighs, I felt insecure. With a sudden movement, she pulled one of my legs; I
lost balance and tumbled to her lap, my ass against her stomach. I couldn't
discern my position at that part of a moment. In less than a blink of an eye,
she raised both my legs, put each on her shoulder as I gave out a freaking cry
of pain. She secured my legs together round her neck. My head now was between
her legs, my penis, balls and everything was imprisoned between the two
prominent tits which were pushing against each other, so pressing, bothering
and heating their captive.

Louisa took a book and was soon lost in her thoughts, she seemed to have
forgotten everything about me.