She was invited to a swanky party at the mansion by a friend, but Lynn wasn't sure she wanted to go. There was the trouble with finding a fancy enough dress for the occasion, and then the idea of driving herself was not appealing. But in the end, the female friend, Joyce, who had invited her, said she'd give her a ride to the mansion and back, and even though she couldn't hang out with her very much while they were there, she'd know some of the people. That convinced Lynn, and she agreed to go. She spent a day searching the dress stores and found just the dress for this special occasion.
So when Saturday night came around, Lynn put on her make-up and the fancy new dark blue dress she bought for the occasion, sans bra since the dress was meant to be open and revealing. Right on time, Joyce arrived, and Lynn hopped in her car. Joyce saw the dress and was impressed, complimenting her profusely. It was just the two of them in the car, so on the drive, Joyce again said she would get Lynn introduced to a few folks, and then she could fly on her own. Lynn said that was okay, and she'd do fine. Joyce said that with that dress, she knew she would.
They drove through the street-lighted town and then out onto the dark roads of the country on this late Autumn evening. Joyce knew the way, and before long, they pulled into the long drive of an estate, drove on for another quarter mile, and arrived at the front of a huge mansion where valets were waiting to park their car. Exiting the car, they walked to the front door, which opened for them by unseen hands, which turned out to belong to a butler who waited on the inside, watching for arrivals. The butler took their wraps and pointed them in the direction of the bar, where they would find their host.
Many eyes followed them, especially Lynn in her revealing dress, as they walked to the bar. The host approached and welcomed them, introducing himself as Jonathan, the owner of the estate, and complimenting Joyce on her driving skills in finding the place so easily in the dark, and Lynn on her glorious dress. Both ladies were profoundly taken by Jonathan, who matched none of the stereotypes of a wealthy estate owner; he was friendly, handsome, single, and young enough to be fun. Having to leave them to meet other new guests, he promised to find them for a conversation later, while staring mainly at Lynn. Joyce made her excuses and left Lynn to her own devices, knowing she'd be fine.
On her own, Lynn mingled with guests, a few of whom she knew, but mainly strangers. The men, in particular, were quite attentive, and she caught more than one checking her cleavage as it was substantially revealed by her dress. But the conversations were pretty dull, and their wives made sure they ended them, having other people to talk to. This went on for an hour, while she was already dreaming of Jonathan taking her and ravishing her, fulfilling a fantasy of hers, but it was just a fantasy after all. She was standing at the library doorway, regretting having come to this party, when she saw Jonathan coming toward her.
o o o
She gasped, her nerves came alive, and her pussy started to get moist as he stopped and spoke to her.
"Miss Lynn, may I give you an escorted tour of the mansion?" he asked.
"Yes, of course you may," she replied, almost giddy from his sudden appearance and offer.
So, Jonathan took her arm and led her to the grand staircase, saying, "Let's begin upstairs, shall we?"
He led her up the stairs and down a long hallway.
"We'll start with my bedroom, if you don't mind?" he queried.
"Not at all," she answered, excited about why he would choose to start with his bedroom and all its possibilities, even if they were remote.
Lynn liked this man, though every woman who met him probably did as well. She was not a part of his world, and yet here he was, taking her on a personal tour of his mansion, and to his bedroom no less. Her pussy got wetter as they approached the last door at the end of the hallway. Jonatan opened it, stepped aside, and let her enter first.
"This is my room, where I sleep, and sometimes entertain ladies like yourself. Shall I entertain you, Lynn?"
"I'd love that!" she exclaimed without thinking, though she was not quite sure what he meant.
"Then please take your dress off and let me see that gorgeous body you've been teasing me with all evening," he said.
Lynn nearly came right on the spot! This sounded just like her fantasy would start, and while shocked at his request, she welcomed it completely.
"Where can I put my dress?"
"There are hangers and space in the closet. Take your heels off and let me help you," he replied.
She slipped her heels off as Jonathan moved behind her and unzipped her dress, then slid the shoulder straps off and eased the dress down her body, and she stepped out of it. She stood with her back to him in her thong and nothing else.
He ran his hands down the outside of her arms, past her hips, then up inside her hands until he hooked his thumbs under her thong's waistband. He paused as she gasped a little, then pulled the thong down her legs and dropped it on the floor. He helped her step out of it.
As Lynn stood there naked, he moved to her front, leaned down, put his shoulder at her stomach, and pulled her up and over him. Her head now over his back, and her ass resting on his shoulder, he carried her to his large four-poster bed and plunked her down, landing her on her back. That's when she noticed there were collars and straps on the bed, near the corners. As she lay on the bed, he attached collars to her wrists and attached those to the middle of a strap running between the top bedposts, so that her wrists were secured together at the top center of the bed. Then he grabbed her feet, lifted and twisted her, forcing her to roll over. Next, he put collars on her ankles and attached them to straps hooked on the bottom bedposts. She was so excited by the turn of events, his helping her strip and now tying her to his bed, that she nearly came from the anticipation of what he would do next.
Jonathan grabbed a pillow, folded it over, and tucked it under her hips, lifting her rear in the air. When he tightened the straps, the collars pulled her arms and legs taut, spreading her wide open and leaving her completely helpless. Lynn loved the feel and how much it turned her on, and wondered what he would do next. He stood and admired her lovely legs, ass, and pussy, all just and waiting for him to do whatever he wanted.
He went to a cabinet at the side of the room and brought an item back to the bed. Then he slipped a blindfold around her face, adjusted it to cover her eyes, and tied it behind her head. Lynn was now blind, but not at all concerned; she was as thrilled as ever at being helpless in his bed, while all her other senses became more acute. She couldn't see what he did next, but she heard him sifting through more items in his cabinet and then walking back to the bed.
She heard a swish, and there was a sudden sting on her ass cheek. He hit her with something, and it hurt... a lot! Soon, there was another swish and another sting on her other ass cheek. What was this thing he was hitting her with? Maybe a belt, or a flogger, or a riding crop, she wasn't sure, but it sure hurt. As the hits continued and her rear was stinging with pain, tears came to her eyes, and she cried out in pain. Lynn wondered how long he would keep hitting her. She hadn't bargained for this, but she was helpless to stop it. And then, just like that, he stopped. A few moments later, she felt his hand on her rear, caressing it and applying some sort of lotion. He didn't say anything, but she suddenly felt a twinge of arousal as the pain was unexpectedly eased by the soothing lotion, and feelings of sexual desire enveloped her.
Then he stopped caressing her, and she waited for what was next. Lynn was afraid it might be more strikes from whatever he hit her with, but instead, she felt his hands running down her legs. At her feet, she felt him play with her toes, spreading them and caressing the bottoms of her feet. It was ticklish but also very arousing, and it was as if her feet were connected to her pussy in the effect it had on her. She got wetter the longer he played with her feet, and then he ran those hands up her legs, inside her thighs, and to her cunt. He spread her pussy lips and traced his fingers lightly up and down her slit. She moaned in pleasure as he touched her most sensitive places, enhanced by her blindness.
His caresses on her pussy were such a teasingly intense turn-on that Lynn forgot about the ass-whipping she endured and moaned in pleasure. That only increased when he touched her clit, swirling his fingers about it, and driving her wild. In her blind and helpless state, every feeling she was having centered on her cunt, its every nerve firing with a craving for more. She squirmed and writhed on the pillow that held her tummy up, her legs unable to move much but not for lack of trying. She could not recall ever being so turned on, so in need of more... anything to satisfy the craving she felt.
o o o
Jonathan paused, and Lynn heard him go to the cabinet again. When he returned, she was a little afraid, but he unhooked the collars at her wrists and ankles from the bedposts and took the pillow from beneath her. Then he helped her onto all fours for a moment, then to reverse her position, putting her on her back with her head now at the foot of the bed, hanging just over the edge. He reattached the collars to the straps and tightened them so that all four of her extremities were stretched toward the bedposts. She again loved the helplessness she felt being spread, bound, and blind, and the excitement it brought. Then she felt him place something cool and hard against her pussy, and do something with it, which she soon learned would hold it in place. When he turned it on, she knew it was a vibrator, and he had it pressing right on her clit. The buzzing was quick to affect her, with her cunt already so alert, alive, and craving from his fingering her moments before.
The vibrator had her straining at the restraints in no time. Lynn was turned on and wanted attention on her cunt to start with, but now the buzz was directly on her clit, which was swelling in size and in sensitivity. The vibrations felt heavenly, and she moaned at the pleasure they were affording her, growing more animated as it continued. She attempted to move her arms and legs to burn off the energy she was generating at her snatch, but was unable to, leaving her writhing in pleasure that she could not dispel.
Above the low buzz of the vibrator, she heard Jonathan unbuckle his belt and drop his slacks. Then she felt something touch her face, her cheek. It was warm, and as he moved it across her face, Lynn knew it was his cock. Soon, he presented it to her lips, and she opened her mouth and licked it, swirling about its head and yielding a deep moan from Jonathan. She put her lips around it and sucked him into her, caressing the sides of his cock with her lips and tongue. She lost focus as the vibrator had continued to assail her clit, which was now beyond sensitive and driving her to distraction. He noticed and pressed himself further into her mouth while he leaned over and pinched and pulled on her nipples. She felt the unexpected pain, which brought her back to the job at hand, and she resumed giving him what he needed.
As Lynn tried to focus on his cock, the buzzing at her clit won out, and she jerked from its intensity, straining harder than ever at the restraints as she came. Her orgasm was all-encompassing and relentless, and being bound and helpless only amplified its pleasure. She came over and over, each orgasm blending into the next... and the vibrator kept buzzing. Having the orgasms made her gulp for air, which unintentionally gave Jonathan an even better blow job as she felt him begin to thrust in and out of her mouth. Her position, on her back with her head leaning over the edge of the bed, gave him the optimum angle to face-fuck her, and he did.
With her sucking him passionately, Jonathan could not withstand the urges welling up in him, and he tensed and groaned before exploding into her. Lynn gagged a bit as he spurted load after load of semen into her mouth and throat, while the vibrator buzzed at her cunt, unrelentingly. She handled his spunk as well as she could, but some leaked from her mouth as she gasped for air. And all the while her orgasms would not stop, driven by the buzzing at her clit, which ached in its pleasure. That which was heavenly was now becoming torturous as her clit could take no more. And still the vibrator continued.
Jonathan finished and pulled out of Lynn, who could finally take a full breath. But it was when he leaned over and turned the vibrator off that she felt true relief. Her body was wracked with an overload of pure pleasure, passing the point of ecstasy and evolving until it hurt. Now that it had ended, her body could relax and enjoy what she had endured.
He undid the straps and removed the collars, kissing her each time he leaned over to get to an item to remove. He helped her sit and joined her on the bed as she recovered, both of them having experienced great orgasms. When they had rested, they cleaned up and got dressed, and he helped her into her dress and zipped her up. He put her heels on her, and they left his bedroom and headed down the hall to the staircase.
Emerging into the din of the party again, a few guests noticed them coming down the stairs together, but figured he had given another guest his mansion tour. Shortly after descending, Lynn found Joyce, and they made plans to leave. On the drive home, Lynn told Joyce what she and Jonathan had done, and Joyce was happy for her, but not surprised.
"It was that dress, Lynn! Few men could resist its seduction, and Jonathan didn't have to."
