A girl called Christel

A story about a 'girl' called Christel :)
hope you like.

xxx

"Look," I said to her, "I don't really think this bar and this crowd is really the place to talk about this - As much as I am enjoying this particular conversation."

"I have to agree, but when do we talk about it? I'm not sure about this, but I am curious. Interested in fact."
She had me twitching, despite the booze. What had started as something of a joke had developed into something interesting. She was, quite simply put, beautiful. Long blonde hair, a bit too thin for my taste, but gorgeous legs, nice butt, great personality, a perfect taste in underwear and interested. But all of this was shot down in flames by one small fact that tipped the scales way too far over the edge.

She was married. And happily by her own account.

"Okay, listen. I can understand how you might be more than a little reticent about getting together alone with me, especially with what we are talking about. But. There are more than two pair of ears here. I don't care what others think of me, in fact, I invite it. I don't care. Period. But you might and that concerns me. So here's my suggestion. Pick someone you trust and who has an open mind. Get that person to come along as a chaperone. This is going to take some guts on your part, because you are going to have to open up to that person as to just what you want." She was taken aback by that. So would I be.

"Interesting idea, but who?"

"I don't know. They would be your friends." I pondered for a second or two, took another massive gulp of my fine English ale. Two more of those and ole Zaphod would be sliding gracelessly below the bar, despite the fact the bar was fifteen feet away.

"Look babe, call me a slut, but I have been having great sex with you for the past hour, but then I have great sex with any woman who will talk to me. By the way, the garter belt is a great change from the stay-ups. Thanks!"

"How the hell do you do that!?" I'd caught her again.

"You let me in your head. Its fun in there."

She growled, looking at me sideways, a slow cheeky grin sliding up her face. Yeah. Nice lips too.
After a couple of moments she grabbed my arm.

"Who could I get to come with me? Who the hell would understand something like this?"

"Well Cindy has an open mind. She's non-judgmental and might even have fun with it. Maureen on the other hand would be an even better bet. Now there is a mind almost as twisted as mine. In fact, if she weren't married, I would be after her like no tomorrow... Mainly because she is more than a little interested in just what we are talking about. A wonderful woman, Maureen. Gods! She'd probably kill the likes of me..."

I was then distracted just after that by another drunken reveler who was desirous of my ear. I forgot about it. Well, not really. Christel was the subject of more than a few fantasies during the next few weeks. And that would be as far as it would go.

Or so I thought.

The call came three weeks later. I remember as if it were yesterday. But then it was yesterday. Tuesday afternoon. 4:06, the telephone rings. These days I actually answer the phone. I no longer hate this instrument. Being away from the office and working for myself had cured me of that. Besides, the people I don't wish to speak to had gotten the message and had given up.

"Hi Zaph, its Christel."

"Well hello there. How are ya? Calling to set up an appointment for your training?"

"I'm great and yes I am." That knocked me for a loop. "I was foolish enough to take your advice and talked to Maureen. What are you doing tonight?"

All she really got after that was some stunned silence and she found herself talking to some idiot who did not know how to talk.

I ended up spending the rest of the afternoon turning my disaster area of a home into somewhere reasonably respectable. Ahh clutter. When you live in it, you never think of it as ever being clean. My world is filled with stuff on display. Dinosaur bones, interesting rocks, four shrines to various deities and a full altar, models of the real and imaginary, esoterica and books, pictures on the walls, things hanging from the ceiling, things hanging on the walls, things hanging on the hangings. Even in a space four times the area, it would look cluttered. But today, it was not dusty. The cat box did not reek. There was not pebbled matter on the floor that would penetrate the hardest of feet. I have a cat who likes to eat in a variety of areas and I don't vacuum more than once a fortnight.

Until someone was coming over. Then I was just a slob.

I was showered and relatively neat looking. There was an eclectic selection of music on 'shuffle play' in the CD player and the wine was chilled. It was 7:15 and they were due at 7:30.

Gods, man, you do work well under pressure. I had not had time to relieve the growing pressure in my disconnected balls and knew the pressure would build even higher. I would be painting the ceiling tonight. My hand itched. My near permanent erection ached.

I was in heaven. I blew a kiss to Aphrodite and Pan.

They arrived. Kisses and hugs all around. Joyous reunion. Small talk. Shop talk. More wine. Giggles. Questions about my 'stuff'. Glowing pride as I showed them my 'stuff'. Wide eyes as they look at the huge erection on my horned god statue, my pentacle carpet and the various tools of the Wicca.

Soon we are relatively mellow and relaxed, sitting and chatting. Time to drop the shoe.

"So, Christel, you want to be a slave, eh?"

"I'm not so sure I like that term."

"But that's what you want. You want to learn about B&D. You want to know what its about."

"Yes, but I'm not sure about the slave part." There was a certain amount of distaste on her pretty face. I decided that it needed clarification.

"When a woman places herself in the hands of a master, she gives him or her everything she is. Her body is no longer her own. It is for the master to do with whatever he wants. She sets the limits and has the ultimate control. But that having been defined, the moment she offers her hands to be bound, she no longer controls her body. Now, there are proscribed limits. I can speak for no one but myself, but I control the amount of pleasure that bound body receives. Other masters will inflict pain on that body. But he does so with the permission of the woman who is bound. And she has many labels. Submissive. Sex slave. Bottom to his Top. Or just slave. And there are many types of master. Some use pain. That is S&M or sadism and masochism. Me? I am into B&D. That stands for Bondage and Domination. To some its bondage and discipline. I disagree. That's S&M. There can be a fine line between the two."

I was rambling and knew it. But she was taking it in. I then remembered she had read my as yet unfinished story about Diane and had not seemed shocked. Interesting.

"Anyway, my method of slave training is somewhat different. I use no pain. There is some discomfort from the bondage, but no whips. I take a woman who thought that two or three good orgasms in a night was something and force her body to have at least ten. I seek total sexual exhaustion from a woman who cannot stop me. I unfortunately am a man and a not very young one. I get just one shot, excuse the pun. But a woman can have almost unlimited orgasms. I have made a woman have fifteen orgasms in one session and one of those lasted over twenty minutes. I trained that woman to cum at just a touch. Just the act of applying rope made her cum. That was my greatest triumph. And she hated the term slave at first. But later she reveled in it. She understood that it was a different part of her. It was another mask, if you will. As a prisoner, she found freedom. Being bound unbound her inhibitions. It is purely psychological. And interestingly, that training did not cross over to her other life. During normal sex, she was very responsive, but five was her limit."

We continued to talk after I finished my monologue. Christel asked questions. Maureen answered some for her, giving her the feminine side. I brought out my box of equipment and showed them what some of the stuff was. I also showed them a selection of magazines. Christel was eating it up. After a while, Maureen dropped a bomb.

"Why don't you tie me up to give Christel a real life experience?"

"Are you sure? I mean, I'd love it!"

"You know I'd love it. You know Peter's just not into it. Besides, it would be harmless. Would you like that Christel. If it makes you uncomfortable, that's okay too."

"Well..."

"Look," I said, "It's not going to be sex," I smiled, "Sorry Maureen..."

Maureen just grinned. "Yeah. Just to show you that this stuff is harmless, and Zaphod is harmless."

"Hey. Who am I to stop you? Have fun!" I could see in her eyes that it really was all right.

"So, Maureen. Are you wearing the right underwear?"

"Sorry. Just boring stuff."

"I have some. If you want... You don't have to, of course. Its just the proper thing for B&D. Kind of the uniform. Again, if you don't mind Christel. If we do anything that even slightly bothers you, just say so."
"No! No. Please. Do it properly!"

"The voyeur coming out?"

"Yep. I'm having fun already!"

"Okay. Maureen? What do you say?"

"Show me what you got... Master." The last was a whisper. Gods. To bind Maureen. To bind Christel later? I was going to burst. The silly leering smile on my face made them both laugh.

I took Maureen into the bedroom and showed her the garter belt, black seamed stockings, the quarter-cup bra and G-string. I also showed her my small collection of vibrators.

"Look, its strictly hands off, but there is no reason why you can't have some extra fun. Here are the batteries. I recommend this one. I think the whole thing should go right in and neither Christel nor me would be the wiser. Up to you." And I left her to change, limping visibly back to the next room.

Christel was looking over the contents of my equipment box. I turned back to shout;
"Maureen. Shoot the works?"

"And more if you got it!" came back the reply

Christel and I spent the next few minutes clearing the coffee table and laying out the best of my wicked items. I then moved a chair to the centre of the pentacle which was the only empty space in the room. This afforded Christel a good view. I sat down on the chair and Maureen made her entrance. To say she look stunning was obvious. Christel gaped. I gaped. Maureen glowed.

Maureen has nice breasts and the demi-bra just enhanced them. Stiff brown nipples jutted proudly in the light. Sleek, nylon covered legs atop the heels she still wore. She came and knelt before me. I just looked at her, becoming more intoxicated than the wine had done.

"Stand and turn around." I said in a somewhat husky voice. Christel watched, smiling. "Hand me the body harness, would you?" I said to her. She did.

As I buckled the strange device on Maureen, I asked her, loud enough for Christel to hear, "Do you want to set a time limit? Say, till Monday?"

"How about one hour, from the last buckle?"

"What do you think Christel? An hour enough?"

She glanced at her watch. "An hour's good. I should be home by 11." I glanced at the VCR for the time. 9:30. I guess no binding her tonight.
"Well then could I suggest you come over another night and I can do the same to you?"

"I think I might. Looks like fun."

I had almost all of the buckles tightened. Now there were inch wide straps above and below Maureen's breasts, another cinching her waist, all depending from a central strap that ran up her middle, between her breasts. Three inch diameter steel rings were the junction points of the horizontal straps of which there were three. The top most ring had two additional straps that ran over Maureen's shoulders to one more ring at the same position at her back.

"This harness is almost purely decoration, with the exception of this one strap." I then reached between Maureen's knees and drew the long strap from behind her and buckled it to the fastener just below her navel.

"This one we do just a little tighter than the others." I heard Maureen's slight gasp as I did just that. When I had reached down for the strap, I had heard a faint buzzing. Maureen was going to have fun and we would be watching.

"Maureen. Lace your fingers together, palm to palm, behind your back. Christel, time for the sleeve."

Christel handed me the single sleeve and I pulled the pouch over Maureen's hands, trapping them in the tight pocket. I then pulled the body of the sleeve up behind her arms and loosely buckled the two wide straps over her shoulders, holding it in position. I then brought the wings of leather around, covering Maureen's arms and began lacing it, gradually drawing her arms together in the soft leather casing. When I reached the top, I tied it off and undid the straps. I repositioned then so they crisscrossed below her neck and buckled them in place, drawing the sleeve tight. These straps started just behind the armpit. There was no way to remove it without help.

"The single sleeve is just as effective as a straight jacket, but has obvious benefits." There are two additional straps on the sleeve, one at the wrists the other just below the elbow. When I made it, I knew that these straps were overkill, but I like a little overkill. As I drew Maureen's elbows even closer together I felt her shudder.

"The first of many?" I whispered in her ear. She could only nod, her eyes shut tight.

"The collar next I think. And then the ankle cuffs." Christel handed me the cuffs first. I placed these tightly around Maureen's ankles, adding a small padlock through the buckle. They would not come off without the key. Next came the collar. It was interesting putting it on her with her short hair. It was a wide collar, about four inches high and designed to hold the head high. On the front of it was the word "Slave", carved right into the leather. There was also a "D" ring. To this I attached a leash.

I turned the chair around and placed it before Maureen. She had to sit in it backwards, her legs spread wide by the back. I tied the leash to the top stile, pulling her down a bit.

"Now the blindfold." I received it and shut out the light for Maureen. Next came a pole with rings at either end. I padlocked the ankle cuffs to opposite ends and with two small bits of rope, lashed the pole to the front chair legs. I then bent to Maureen's ear.

"Tell me, slave. Is this a reward? Or is this punishment?"

"Punish me, Master!"

"Very well. You heard her, Christel. She's to be punished. What we have here could be construed either way. You see, Christel, she is very securely bound, but I am sure that none of it would be considered unpleasant to her, certainly not to us. Right?"

"I have to agree with you there, Zaph. Not unpleasant at all. Are you enjoying yourself so far, Maureen?"

"Yes!"

"So, you ask," I continued, "What about this could be called punishment? Well there are a few things left on the table. Mind you, Christel, some slaves hate the gag. Especially one like that one. Very constricting and somewhat degrading. But Maureen has a beautiful mouth for a gag. Those full lips. Lets have the gag and see how it looks."

The gag was a full harness ball gag. I kissed Maureen gently and told her to open her mouth wide. The rubber ball is pierced by a inch wide leather strap. There is another strap and a buckle under the chin that holds the jaw closed. There are two other straps that run up both sides of the nose to a junction at the brow where asingle strap runs over the crown and buckles to another that rises from the back.
"Now, tell us how you like it."

"Mmmbff. Mmfff."

"Very nice. Looks lovely too. Just one more thing to add. Hand me that padlock, Christel."
Near the base of the body harness was a "D" ring, just above the ring was another D ring attached to the sleeve at the location of Maureen's wrists. I used the padlock to connect these two D rings, thus removing the last of her freedom. I then felt another shudder go through her, stronger than the first. She started to struggle a bit, but this pulled at the crotch strap and set her off again.

I sat down beside Christel and we watched Maureen in silence for a while. There was perspiration on her brow and a small amount of dribble on her chin.

"I think you can see how the gag can be a punishment. One tends to worry about one's appearance and drooling does not help that."

"I see what you mean. Not very pretty. I don't think I'd like the gag. Please don't punish me like this. I promise to be good."

"I take it by that you want to come back. You know, rope is much more effective for punishment. More constricting. Leather bonds are somewhat set. Very little variety in positions."

"Sounds interesting. But won't there be marks?"

"Yes but they fade after a few hours. Tell you what I'm going to do with you. Next time you come over, come with Maureen. She can watch you go through the same thing. I am going to tie you in exactly the same way, for one hour. Then I am going to tie you to this coffee table, using rope, for one hour. Then I am going to bind you in the chair. I am going to use a rope through your crotch attached to your wrists and you are going to watch a bondage movie with us. And the gag I am going to use is this one. You see it is shaped like a penis and you will find that quite stimulating...

xxx

not finished yet :p