Preston couldn't help stroking his crotch as he enjoyed the show. He inhaled deeply of Angel's woman-scent, already strong in the room.
When she was completely naked, she continued her dance for a moment, then knelt next to the bed. She lowered her eyes to the floor. “Your girl begs to be used now as you see fit, Master. Please."
Nodding his approval, he stood and pulled her to her feet. Using a soft cord, he bound her crossed wrists behind her, then tied her big toes together with thin string.
With a wicked grin, he retrieved two remote-controlled vibrating “eggs” from a drawer. He pressed one of the small vibrators into her cunt. Her juices were flowing freely, and the vibrator was soon completely coated with natural lubricant.
He withdrew the egg, accompanied by a gasp from Angel, and immediately worked it into the puckered opening of her ass. He chuckled as she caught her breath and licked her lips.
The second egg was soon inserted into her pussy and both tiny vibrators were sealed in by a crotch-rope of thick, velvety cord.
Preston left briefly, returning with several rolls of elastic medical wrap. Angel looked apprehensive, but said nothing. He took her face in his hands and gently kissed her on the mouth.
“I know you can do it, Angel,” he whispered.
She merely nodded in reply, her lips quivering. He stepped behind her, gathered her hair together and formed a thick ponytail with a hair band.
Then, kneeling down, he took the first roll of bandaging and began to circle Angel's ankles with it, working his way up. When he came to her crotch, he carefully worked the wrapping so the vibrator wires hung loose.
When he came to the end of the roll, he started another. Soon her hips and waist were wrapped. At her breasts, he again proceeded carefully, leaving her tits uncovered, with a single crossover separating them.
Angel watched, as Preston wrapped her body. She chewed on her lower lip as she felt the all too familiar apprehension of what was to come. She fought the urge to shrink back as he made her a cocoon of bandages.
“You'll be okay, Angel. I won't let anything bad happen.” Preston's voice soothed her. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
“All right,” she said.
He smiled and wrapped the bandage loosely around her slender throat. He leaned down and kissed her softly on her lips. “Thank you, Angel."
Angel couldn't describe the flood of emotions those three words caused her. Unconditional love. Passion. Trust. Happiness. She knew by those words she made him happy. It thrilled her and she wished he could see her smile, but by then he had already placed a breathing tube between her lips and covered her mouth with the bandages.
Soon her vision disappeared behind the taut elastic bandage. She felt him wrapping her head, leaving only her ponytail hanging out in back, and an opening for her nose. She checked to see if her breathing was hindered. It wasn't.
“Stand still,” he said, his voice thickly muffled through the bandages.
She stood motionless, wondering. She heard the faint click of a camera. He was taking pictures of her, then she felt him next to her and longed for him to hold her.
“You're beautiful, Angel. My sweet slave,” he said.
She moaned and wiggled slightly, then squealed in surprise as she felt her ankles being wrapped again. She heard the crackling of the tape and knew the final stages were near. As Preston duct-taped her body over the elastic wrap, she felt how unyielding the tape was.
She panicked as the tape approached her head. She began to thrash around but stopped as she felt Preston caress her breasts.
“Calm down,” he urged her. “You're fine."
She forced herself to listen to him and her breathing returned to normal.
Preston continued to wrap the tape over the rest of her head. Angel took in the sensations of the mummification as Preston gently lowered her to the bed. The tape constricted her movements and rendered her blind and mute as well as muffling sounds. But it was like being wrapped in Preston's arms. It wasn't as frightening as she'd thought it would be; in fact it actually made her feel wonderful.
She moaned as Preston began to nibble on her exposed nipples which hardened immediately. Almost as soon as he'd begun, his mouth was gone. She moaned in protest but then gasped as she felt the pleasurable grasp of the clamps he attached to her nipples. Such sweet torture, she thought.
Angel gave another gasp as the eggs in her pussy and ass sprang to life. She squealed in ecstasy. Her body rocked from side to side. Somewhere in her sexual high she heard Preston's deep chuckle, as he flicked her nipples.
“You may come, Angel,” he said. “But remember this. We still have the rest of the night to go. I don't want you to be spent by the time I unwrap you. Understand?"
“Mmmphh,” she said, hoping he knew it meant yes. She cried out as she tumbled over the edge and crashed into the first of many orgasms, and she told herself they would have to do this again.
CHAPTER 20
As Preston watched the silvery outline of Angel's mummified writhings, his own urge was almost more than he could bear, but still, he waited. Occasionally, he leaned down to tweak her exposed nipples, pinching, licking, and sucking them. Periodically he turned off one or both of the vibrating eggs, smiling at Angel's muffled pleas to turn them back on.
Finally, he could stand it no longer. One last time, he turned off the vibrators. She began pleading again for their stimulation. But this time, he leaned close to where her ear lay hidden beneath the layers of tape and gauze. “Hush, my sweet,” he said. “It's my turn now."
Immediately, she nodded vigorously, saying through her breathing tube, “Yes, Master. Yes!"
Grabbing a pair of heavy-duty scissors, Preston snipped away the wrappings around her legs, as well as the string binding her toes. Her legs were covered in sweat and her incense suddenly filled the room. Hurriedly, he untied her crotchrope and removed the egg from her cunt, leaving the other where it was.
Angel lifted her hips, arching herself to him. Preston took two lengths of rope, tied one to each of her knees, then to the headboard, lifting her legs and exposing her even more.
Finally, he turned on the vibrator still within her ass, and positioned himself. Slowly, teasingly, he slipped just past the threshold of her eager pussy. As much as he wanted to plunge in, he needed to hear her beg more.
And beg she did. “Please don't tease me!” she cried, half muffled by the breathing tube. “Fuck me, Master. Fuck your bitch hard!"
He listened to her for a moment, then rammed himself in. Angel squealed in delight, shaking her head in abandon. He briefly wished he'd freed her head so he could see the look in her eyes. But soon, he closed his own eyes and began a steady rhythm of deep thrusts.
Exercising every ounce of control he had, he allowed himself to approach the edge of bliss again and again, only to pull back. His fingers played with his slave's tits, digging into the soft flesh. He felt himself building toward climax once more, and wished he could make the moment last forever. Grunting, shuddering, he finally came.
As he collapsed on top of Angel's spent body, he continued pumping as he slowly deflated. He ran his hand along the cocoon of tape that enveloped her body and suddenly wanted to touch her skin, look into her eyes, kiss her lips.
He untied her knees, found the scissors and cut the tape around her chest. When he came to her neck, he set the scissors down and began carefully peeling away the tape. Slowly, her features emerged from their dark prison. When her mouth was freed, she spit out the breathing tube.
“Thank you, Master. I love you,” she whispered.