Lydia's Date (Part Two)

Jessica stood in front of the mirror in her bathroom. Her top was pulled down to expose her breasts. As she stared at her exposed breasts she remembered the sensation of Bruce's face squeezed between her chest. I can still feel the heat of his breath. And when he spoke the vibrations that rippled through my breasts. Without even realizing it she had brought her hands up and began to rub her breasts. If that felt that good what if I hadn't fled the room. Or if I hadn't woken up before him. If he had taken advantage of the situation. Her hands sped up and began to maul her breasts faster and harder. If it felt that good just when he spoke what if he had groped them? Or licked and sucked? One hand drifted below her dress as she got lost further into her fantasies.

Lydia stared in horror at the room before her. If her room looked like something out of some sick love hotel, this room was more some perverted **** dungeon. It was absolutely massive. The walls were made of stone and the room felt more like she was underground instead of the top floor of a hotel. There were so many worrisome things scattered around the room she had trouble taking them all in. There was an iron maiden in one corner of the room and a row of stocks along one of the walls. There were shelves that were filled to the brim with various items ranging from ropes to large paddles and some items she couldn't make out.

She was pulled out of her staring daze as she felt herself being pulled forward. Looking ahead she saw that Bruce was pulling her forward by the chain of her handcuffs. “B-Bruce, we're just here to unlock my handcuffs, right?” Lydia asked nervously. “If we head back towards the bed I can show you a wonderful time. I have some fun activities planned out for us.”

“I'm sure you do” Bruce responded with a snort. “I'm sure you have it all planned out. Like always.” Bruce stopped as he reached what was a chain hanging from the ceiling with a hook on the end. “Well today I have -hic- the plan.” He pulled the chain of her handcuffs over the hook and it suddenly began to rise up. It hooked over the chain and continued up.

“Bruce, what are you doing?” Lydia asked moving beyond feeling nervous and into the territory of fear. She tried to pull herself free but could not escape the hook. It continued to rise pulling her arms above her head and stopped just when her arms were all the way up. Her heels were still flat on the floor but just barely.

She looked over to him but he was gone. Looking around she finally found him when she felt his hands on one of her legs. Looking down he was crouched down at her feet pulling one of her feet into a shackle on the floor. I don't think my plan is going very well.

Gwen mindlessly flipped through channels not paying attention to any of them. She kept thinking back to what she saw on Lydia's channel. One more peek couldn't hurt, right? Just because they were hugging doesn't mean anything. I find it hard to believe Bruce would get over his issues with her and just have sex with her that easily. If anything I should check just to make sure she isn't forcing him into anything. Yeah. I'm checking on Bruce's safety. That's it.

Her mental justifications over with Gwen changed the channel back to Lydia's. What she saw made her go slack jawed and the remote slipped from her fingers. What is happening? She saw Lydia in some kind of sex dungeon hanging from a chain with her legs spread open by some shackles on the floor. Bruce was standing next to her taking a swig from a wine bottle.

As he finished his drink he began talking. “You see, I -hic- couldn't figure out why my ex-girlfriend who dumped me was in my harem dream. As I was racking my brain I saw you on my television with -hic- those handcuffs on your wrists it hit me. This was my opportunity to harmlessly vent my frustrations towards you.”

I should stop watching Gwen thought. I should really turn off the TV. But as she saw Bruce pick something up from the nearby shelf Gwen couldn't help but stare transfixed by the scene playing out on the screen.

Lydia was racking her brain to find a way out of this situation but was feeling a bit distracted. As each shackle had been placed on her ankles her body had gotten more and more turned on. I know it's the transformation but that doesn't change how my body feels right now. “Now Bruce, I know we didn't break up on the best of terms but I don't think you should do anything you'll regret later.” She saw Bruce had picked something up from the shelf but couldn't see what. “Why don't you just let me down and we can talk this out like responsible mature adults.”

“I've heard enough talking from you already.” Bruce had walked directly in front of her.

“What does that mea...mmrph” she was interrupted as Bruce pushed a ball gag into her mouth. Unable to stop him, she felt another spike of arousal flood her body as he tied the offending object behind her head. “There, that's -hic- more like it.”

“Now everything for your punishment is ready.” He set the wine bottle on the ground and walked back over to the shelf. “This shelf is full of a lot of fun items Lydia. That ball gag is just a normal one but some of the stuff over here has some -hic- special qualities. The special stuff can't leave this room according to Sally for balance reasons or -hic- something like that. But I found one that suits my purposes just fine.” He turned back to her with a large paddle in his hands.

Lydia's eyes went wide. He's going to spank me like some naughty child? Struggling to get free and trying to shout at him both proved fruitless as he moved behind her. As he arrived behind her he used a pin to pin her skirt up exposing her bare ass.

Bruce brought the paddle down hard threw the air making contact with her left butt cheek. Thanks to the gag Lydia could not muffle her moan. “You see this paddle is apparently special.” Bruce said as he brought it down again this time on the right. “While the paddle is unable to cause permanent harm the redness it leaves on your ass will take at least several days to begin to fade.” Another smack accompanied by another moan. “And that's not even the best part. The red marks this thing leaves behind are super sensitive. They make all contact feel a lot better.” Again another smack and moan. “So every time you sit down for a while will remind you of the fun we're having here tonight.”

That explains why each one feels better than the last. Wait. That means the longer this goes on the more sensitive my ass is going to feel which will in turn stack the pleasure. She moaned harder than any of the previous ones at the next smack. _This is not good.- - - - - -

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Gwen stared unblinking at the screen. At some point she had stopped thinking about how wrong her watching the scene before her was and had instead become more and more drawn in. At some point her hand had slipped below her skirt and begun testing out the sensitivity of her newly engorged clit.

Lydia could barely think anymore. Bruce had gone at her ass for what felt like at least an hour if not more. She couldn't believe she had orgasmed from being spanked, much less that it happened multiple times.

Made to Orgasm by Master + 1 VP First Bonus X 2

Made to Orgasm by Master + 1 VP X Four Times

Eventually Bruce's drunkenness had gotten to him and he had stumbled over to a chair and passed out. Seeing no way to freedom Lydia finally succumbed to her tiredness and followed him into slumber land.