BONDAGE PRINCESS CAITLIN

The Dressing Room

by PJ

 

 

I'm a free-lance photographer, here at one of the hottest lingerie shows in New York City. The show is sponsored by Mistress Gwendolen, a self-proclaimed dominatrix and modeling agent. I keep busy shooting the gorgeous, young models strutting the brightly-lit walkway, wearing only the tiniest bits of leather and lace. The girls are clearly enjoying displaying their slender, sensual bodies, a petite brunette bares one small, brown nipple and thirty cameras capture the moment.

I take a moment to eject a spent roll of film and slip in a fresh one. When I raise my camera to the stage, my mouth falls open, a goddess has emerged onto the walkway.

The girl is incredibly tall, over six feet, with the most full breasts I've ever seen. She tosses her shoulder length red hair and struts down the walkway, her long, slim legs carrying her to the lip of the stage in just a few strides. The other photographers are going wild, snapping off shot after shot of the young woman, white flashes exploding across the walkway as the girl turns on one heel and rests her left palm against a curvaceous hip. The beautiful girl pouts for the cameras and thrusts out her shapely buttocks, she leans forward so her breasts strain against the fabric of her blue brassiere, luscious cleavage tempts the constantly snapping cameras.

Straightening, the breathtaking model strides off of the walkway, several of the photographers groan in disappointment.

I finish covering the rest of the show, but as soon as it's over I rush backstage.

*** 

"Caitlin is one of my best," said Mistress Gwendolen, peering at me through darkly-painted lashes.

I sighed and reached deeper into my jacket, I removed another roll of hundreds, raising my offer to four thousand dollars.

"Adequate," smiled the statuesque blonde, accepting both rolls of money before leading me through a circus of half-naked models and overworked stage hands.

We stopped at a white door with paint peeling down its entire length. Gwendolen knocked sharply, then let herself inside.

Caitlin was leaning back against a vanity table, fingers clutching the edge as the small brunette girl licked the redhead's swollen, pink pussy.

"Caitlin! Jennifer! Stop that at once!"

The little brunette named Jennifer shot up to her feet and pulled her arms behind her back. The short girl's lips were still wet with Caitlin's juices. Caitlin stood stiffly as well, slim arms placed behind her back. Both girls focused upon Gwendolen, neither registered my presence at all.

"Jennifer, get dressed and wait for me in the limo," ordered the blonde diva.

"Yes, Mistress!" replied Jennifer crisply, rushing out of the small dressing room.

Gwendolen smiled as she announced, "Caitlin, this young man has paid to spend some time with you. You have two hours, then I want you to get dressed and come to the limo, we'll be waiting to take you home."

"Yes, Mistress!" nodded Caitlin, her large, green eyes shifting to me briefly, then back to Gwendolen.

"Enjoy yourself, young man," purred Gwendolen, laying one light hand on my right shoulder. "Make sure you don't bruise her too much."

Gwendolen chuckled as she closed the door behind her. I shifted from foot to foot, glancing at Caitlin, then looking away, my face growing hot.

"We don't have much time," said Caitlin, walking up to me, dropping her hands onto my shoulders. We were almost of the same height, but she looked down slightly into my dazed eyes. "What do you want me to do?"

I tried to speak, but looking into Caitlin's warm, green eyes, I couldn't make sound come out of my throat. I swallowed and dropped my gaze to the floor, my cock was poking against my jeans, my cheeks burned when Caitlin followed my stare and noticed my visible erection.

"Mmm, I know what you would like," smiled Caitlin, kneeling down in front of me. Kat looked up at me while she unbuckled my jeans, she was grinning brightly. She dropped her eyes to my cock when it fell free of my shorts, she pursed her moist, red-painted lips and kissed the tip of my prick, I trembled from the soft touch. Raising her large, green eyes to my face, she deliberately opened her mouth and swallowed my dangling meat. I groaned when Caitlin's lips tightened around my shaft, she moaned around my cock, her cheeks became taut as she sucked hard on my prick, her lips caressing my length from tip to base. I combed my shaking fingers through Caitlin's thick, red hair while she slurped on my cock, soft moans of pleasure coming from her fondling lips. She closed her eyes and devoured the entire length of my prick, her small nose disappeared into my bush, I felt her chin rubbing against my balls. Wrapping her arms around my waist, Caitlin milked my cock with her throat. I gasped violently, I could barely breathe, my prick felt ready to explode any second.

Caitlin let go of my waist and slowly let my cock slide out of her wet mouth. I stumbled back, panting sharply.

Caitlin untied her brassiere and pulled it away from her enormous breasts. Kat's nipples were large and brown, the nubs were stiff with excitement.

"Tie my wrists with this," said Kat, offering me a strip of white silk.

I accepted the strip of cloth, then watched as Caitlin tugged down her blue lace panties. Caitlin's pussy was glistening with moisture, I could smell the sweet musk of her damp cunt. Straightening, Caitlin placed her wrists together on the swell of her buttocks just as she had done in the presence of Gwendolen. I gathered her thin wrists and wrapped the silk cloth around them.

"Make it tight," urged Caitlin, her thighs rubbing together when I cinched the silk strip snugly around her crossed wrists. "Umm, I like that."

With arms bound behind her back, Caitlin bowed forward, resting her dangling breasts upon the ivory vanity table. She raised her bare ass up to my crotch level, her pussy was visible between her firm buttocks, puffy and gleaming, drops of honey slowly sliding down her muscled thighs.

"Spank me first, get me hot," begged Caitlin, her green eyes pleading as she looked at me over her left shoulder.

I opened my right hand, then slapped my palm against Caitlin's right buttock.

"Harder!"

I drew my arm back and smashed my palm onto Caitlin's ass. Kat's buttock shivered from the blow, an angry red bruise appeared across her luscious skin.

"Ugh! That feels so goooood! Do it again, please!"

I slapped Caitlin's left buttock four times, making the mound cherry red. Caitlin bucked gently as I spanked her upraised ass, she moaned in ecstasy, her long legs trembling, juices running freely down her slim thighs.

"Don't stop! Hit me again!"

I crashed my palm down rapidly over both of Caitlin's glowing buttocks. My palm started to ache after awhile, but Caitlin couldn't get enough, she moaned for me to spank her more, her pussy gushing nectar onto the floor, the scent of her cunt filling my flaring nostrils. Finally, the sight of Caitlin's burning ass and the smell of her soaked pussy was too much, I positioned myself directly behind Caitlin and cupped my swollen cock, raising it to Kat's dripping hole.

Caitlin was flushed and panting, she leaned into the vanity table to remain on her feet, her honey-drenched legs quivered uncontrollably. I placed my sore right palm at the base of Caitlin's spine, sliding my cock into Kat's wonderfully tight cunt. Caitlin stiffened, she slowly arched her back as I dipped deeper and deeper into her vagina, gasping as her pussy closed around my thick member. When I had buried my entire cock inside Caitlin's pussy, I started humping her glowing ass, panting while I pumped between her pretty, red buttocks. Caitlin moaned raggedly, she flexed her thighs, riding my cock, grinding her ass into my hairy crotch. As my prick swelled inside Caitlin, I thrust faster into her, my thighs slapping into hers. Caitlin looked at my reflection in the vanity mirror above the table, she bit her lower lip, sweat dripping from her sleek red hair while her ass bucked up and down, our crotches slapping loudly together faster and faster.

Resting my palms on Caitlin's hips, I stabbed to the hilt inside her, groaning when my cum fountained into her honey-soaked slit. Caitlin's belly clenched, she whimpered while dribbles of white slid down her quaking legs.

***

"You enjoyed her?" inquired Gwendolen as Caitlin climbed into the backseat of the long, ivory limo.

"Very much," I nodded vigorously.

"How about you, my sweet?" smiled Gwendolen at Kat.

"Yes, Mistress, he spanked me till I cummed," grinned Caitlin, accepting a flute of champagne from petite Jennifer.

While Caitlin sipped her drink and told Jennifer every detail of our fucking, Gwendolen leaned towards me out the open car door.

"Call me tomorrow afternoon, I have a proposition for you," whispered Gwendolen, handing me a small card.

"What is it?"

"We can discuss the details on the phone, but suffice it to say I need to reduce my stable, and I think you would be an acceptable owner for my delicious Caitlin."

I was stunned. I backed away from the limo as Gwendolen closed the door. The car eased off onto the street, I watched numbly while it disappeared into the night.

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