MY PLAYTOY:

CAITLIN FAIRCHILD

Bondage House

by PJ

 

My party was going as well as it usually does, my guests were getting drunk, inhibitions were being lost, raucous laughter washed around me. I stood near an open glass door that led to the outdoor swimming pool just behind my manor, the cool outside air felt good after the suffocating heat of human bodies pressed closely together. I sipped from a fluted crystal glass of red wine, my third glass already for the night. I glanced over my right shoulder at the wild guests surrounding the azure pool, they were flinging off their clothes and diving into the clear water, naked, young flesh gleamed in the bright overhead light coming from lamps set around the swimming pool.

I sighed softly to myself. I looked back into the crowded dining room, searching for a new, pretty girl to keep me occupied tonight. All of the lovely faces were familiar, I had taken every one of them, some more than once. I drained my glass dry, I still thirsted, the wine was a poor substitute for what I truly craved.

Then my eyes fell upon Caitlin. She came into the room with a young man, I struggled to remember his name. I finally recognized the fellow, he was a photographer, he had submitted several pictorials to one of my bondage fetish magazines.

I couldn't take my eyes off Caitlin. She was dressed in a skin-tight red gown that clung to every sensual curve of her young body. The girl smiled warmly to fellow models and porn actresses and waved, her boyfriend whispered in her left ear, Caitlin nodded, then kissed her lover softly on the lips. The photographer went to the bar, Caitlin towered over the crowd, chatting with a few lesbian models who gathered around her to talk and leer.

I remembered more about Caitlin and the photographer. The young man's pictorials stuck in my mind because Caitlin had posed for many of them. My bondage fetish magazine still received hundreds of fan letters asking for more bondage pictorials with Caitlin, she was one of the most loved models ever to appear in one of my magazines. Caitlin was a major player in the modeling industry now. She was posing for Nasty Wear at the moment, appearing in lingerie commercials and fashion shows across Europe.

Seeing that Caitlin's date would be stuck at the bar for awhile, I left the patio door and made my way to where Caitlin stood. The hot-eyed models flocking around Caitlin noticed me and quickly scattered, the tall, red-maned beauty turned to regard me with sparkling, beguiling, green eyes.

"Thank you for inviting me to your party!" smiled Caitlin warmly, offering me her right hand.

"I hoped that you would come, Miss Fairchild, you are the highlight of my evening," I replied, taking Caitlin's graceful hand and brushing her knuckles with my lips, savoring the taste of her skin. "Would you care for a drink?"

"My mas..my date is getting me a drink right now," blushed Caitlin, glancing across the crowded room in the direction of the bar.

I raised my left hand and snapped my fingers. A young, blonde girl in a french maid's uniform slipped through the guests bearing a silver tray. I took the two wine-filled glasses from the offered tray and handed one to Caitlin.

"Thank you," nodded Caitlin, raising the slender glass to her moist, red lips and sipping.

I regarded Caitlin thoughtfully, I had found my playmate for tonight.

"Would you care to come upstairs with me?"

Caitlin gazed intently at me, she smiled softly, guessing my purpose almost immediately. "My..boyfriend wouldn't like that."

"There are many lovely ladies here to keep him company."

Caitlin looked over the crowd again, she frowned when she saw her lover whispering intimately with a dusky brunette at the bar. Caitlin met my expectant stare. "Okay, I'll go with you."

"Excellent!" I smiled. I took Caitlin's left elbow and guided her out of the crowded dining room. We walked down a long hallway dimly lit with perfumed candles, couples reclined near pillars or in small alcoves, whispering, kissing, fondling.

As I walked with Caitlin up a spiral stair, I cupped her left buttock, massaged her firm cheek through her sleek, red gown. Caitlin glanced at me and smiled, she reached out with her left hand and stroked my face briefly before we reached the top of the stairs. I let go of Caitlin's luscious ass and took her hand, I held it as we followed another carpet-lined hallway to a heavy, arched, oak door. I dipped into my trouser pocket and removed a gold key. I slipped the key into the enormous lock and opened the oak door, I held it open for Caitlin, then closed and locked it behind me after Caitlin began ascending yet another staircase. We were in the attic of my manor, my playroom.

The room was long and narrow, the ceiling supported by heavy, crossed beams. Chains dangled from the ceiling beams, the gleaming lengths of metal ending in either manacles or metal collars. There were sawhorses with manacles secured to their splayed legs, whips, scourges, and paddles of various sizes and lengths hung from wall hooks by their looped handles. Polished, black oak cabinets held leather corsets, hoods, and studded gloves, plus shelves laden with body oils and jelly.

Caitlin set her purse on the floor and stared about the room in wonder. A single black candle flickered near the stairwell where we had entered, I took a nearby taper and lit it, then I walked down the room, lighting more candles in their iron sconces, filling the room with warm, golden light.

"I love it!" grinned Caitlin widely, spinning on one heel with her slim arms outspread.

"I hoped you would," I smiled, blowing out the taper and putting it back where I had taken it. "Is there anything you particularly like to do? I believe in your magazine interview you said you enjoyed being spanked."

"Uh, huh!" nodded Caitlin with a pretty blush.

"You can get undressed if you want."

"Would you..would you undress me?" asked Caitlin, her cheeks burning.

"Certainly," I agreed, approaching the tall girl, my fingers almost twitching with anticipation of stripping the scarlet-haired beauty.

Caitlin turned her back to me, her body shimmering crimson in the candlelight. I placed my palms on the swell of her hips, I nuzzled her shoulder-length red hair, smelling the peach-scented shampoo she had used that day, her silky tresses stroking my face, my lips. I kissed the nape of Caitlin's neck as I hiked up her gown, revealing her long, slender legs, her lush, pink thighs. Caitlin leaned her body into mine, her ass rubbed against my crotch, she moaned softly, her warm hands covering mine, squeezing my clutching fingers. I pulled the slick gown over Caitlin's head. Caitlin stretched her arms above her, she shook her head after the gown had slipped free, crimson hair spilled over her creamy white shoulders.

Caitlin wore a lacy violet brassiere with matching thong panties. I planted soft kisses over Caitlin's shoulders, stroking her left thigh with one hand, rubbing her firm stomach with the other, my fingers slowly descending to Caitlin's panties. Caitlin tilted her head back, she caught my lips and kissed me hungrily, her mouth was soft and wet, her breath sweet against my devouring lips. My hand dove underneath Caitlin's panties, I stroked her warm pussy, scratching her cunt till she shivered, my index finger wriggling inside her tender vulva. As I caressed Caitlin's moist pussy, I kissed the moaning girl's throat, then the crook of her left shoulder. Caitlin reached back with her arms and buried her fingers in my thick, black hair, she panted against my right cheek, her lithe body writhing against mine while I explored her young sex, fingers stroking her trembling, wet labia.

I pulled my hand from Caitlin's silk panties and guided the flushed girl to a waiting set of dangling manacles. Caitlin offered me her wrists, I locked each of them in an iron cuff, padlocks secured each cuff shut. Caitlin's scantily-clad body glowed in the candlelight, her arms hanging above her head. I stood in front of Caitlin, my right hand running between her heavy breasts, down her belly, to her taut, delicious thighs. Caitlin quivered from my touch, her sensual, red lips pouted, her green eyes were large and smoldering with arousal. I leaned forward and brushed my mouth over Caitlin's parted lips, she moaned with pleasure, her tongue flicked out, stroked mine. I dug my left hand in Caitlin's brilliant hair, I slowly pulled her head back, kissing her flushed cheeks, her tiny chin, her pale, slender throat. Caitlin gasped when I kissed her warm cleavage, when I dug my right hand underneath her brassiere, squeezing her yielding breast, groping it. I freed my hand from Caitlin's brassiere, kissed the trembling breast, then walked around Caitlin, until I stood behind her, the girl's pert buttocks shivering before me.

I collected a long paddle from the wall and hefted it in my right hand. I raised the paddle, aiming for Caitlin's left cheek, then I lashed out, the polished wood smacking sharply against Caitlin's smooth flesh. Caitlin gasped sharply, the chains holding her arms rattled above her. I struck again, hitting Caitlin's right buttock, leaving a wide, angry, red bruise over Caitlin's cheek to match the first. Caitlin was leaning forward, breathing heavily, her slim arms held in place by the locked wrist cuffs. I ran my left hand over Caitlin's bruised left buttock, then I smacked it again, harder this time, so that the loud crack echoed through the candle-lit room. Caitlin bit her lip, tears of pain welled beneath her enormous, green eyes. I brought the paddle down on Caitlin's ass half a dozen more times, switching from glowing cheek to cheek, until her bottom was completely cherry-red with bruising.

I pulled back Caitlin's limp head by her sweat-soaked hair and kissed her hard on the mouth. Caitlin's eyes were closed, she groaned softly inside my mouth, her lips yielding to mine. I released Caitlin's slack lips and rubbed her hot left cheek against my face. "Did you enjoy that, Caitlin? Is your pussy melting now?"

"Y..yes!" gasped Caitlin, opening her luminous eyes and looking at me. "My pussy feels so good and wet."

"Let me see," I murmured, reaching for Caitlin's crotch, tugging down her drenched panties and feeling her dripping hole. "Yes, I see, your cunt is sticky with your honey. Should I continue?"

"Yes! Please!"

I smiled and kissed Caitlin's musky hair. I pulled Caitlin's panties down to her ankles, she shifted her bare feet to get free of them. Before I resumed Caitlin's spanking, I went to one of the oak cabinets and opened it. I removed a bottle of sweet-smelling body oil, I walked back to Caitlin and coated the girl in the sweet oil, rubbing it into her hot flesh, unclasping her brassiere and disgarding it before soaking Caitlin's hanging breasts in the gleaming oil, until it dripped from her large, swollen nipples. As I rubbed the warm oil over Caitlin's bare stomach, we kissed passionately, mouths locked together, tongues entwined. Before I oiled Caitlin's thighs, I unzipped my trousers, let my erection fall free. As I rubbed my slick palms around Caitlin's slim, trembling legs, my cock nuzzled against the naked girl's pouting sex, the tip of my member pressed into Caitlin's wet vulva, she quaked in her bonds, gazing at me with an awful longing and need. I pushed my cock a little deeper into Caitlin's tender pussy while I oiled the backs of her legs down to her knees, Caitlin's skin hot and silky beneath my slick fingertips.

Caitlin and I nuzzled each other while I covered each of her glowing red buttocks in soothing oil. Caitlin brushed her moist lips across my left cheek, over my chin.

"Fuck me, please."

I pushed Caitlin's nude body against the far wall. Letting go of the girl's oiled buttocks, I reached up to grasp her hands that were trapped in their locked iron cuffs. Caitlin's slim fingers entwined with mine, then squeezed when I thrust my cock into her slick cunt. Caitlin gasped loudly, then she rested her head on my left shoulder as we bucked together, my cock driving up into Caitlin's tight vagina, filling her with throbbing cock meat. Caitlin set her long, gleaming legs apart, standing only on her toes as we slapped together more and more violently. Caitlin's chains shook and swayed as I pounded between her oiled thighs, pinning her to the unyielding wall, our hands locked together, mouths molded as one, sharing each other's hot breath.

Caitlin and I parted lips to gasp for air. Caitlin slid up and down the oak wall, breasts bouncing, the milky orbs glittering with sweet oil and perspiration. I kissed and licked Caitlin's throat as I impaled her over and over, she moaned over me, gleaming red hair tossing around her head, lips shuddering and wet. Caitlin's pelvis and mine started bucking faster and faster, the naked girl's cunt contracted around my engorged prick, Caitlin buried her face in my sweaty hair, panting raggedly, her hips rocking as she speared herself on my jutting cock. I released Caitlin's hands and gathered her taut buttocks in my palm, I held her bouncing bottom tightly and pounded even harder between her legs, until my cock geysered inside Caitlin's belly.

Caitlin's breath-stealing ride was over. I kept the slick girl's body pinned to the wall for a time, squeezing her oiled buttocks, tasting her warm, dripping tits, her luscious, wet nipples. When the last drop of cum oozed free of my prick, I reluctantly drew my cock out of Caitlin's snug cunt and zipped up my trousers. I unlocked Caitlin's wrist cuffs, the weary girl's slim arms fell across my shoulders. Caitlin smiled at me gently and kissed my mouth, as our lips brushed together, she said, "Can I have a ride on one of those sawhorses now?"

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