Original Sin: Bella, Bound in-love

Past is Prologue: This new series is an extension of the already posted "Bella Bound," and "A family Addicted to Sex," a series also already posted in 5 parts.

Slowly I watched Zach, Victoria, and Bella recover from our "Black stranger in the garage fantasy," a race-based role-play gone mad. It was a come-filled trip for all four of us, living Victoria's long-held secret fantasy. Sadly, a big part of the road to my recovery was dealing with the fact that Bella was bound for her own house tonight, and no part of me wanted to see her go. I needed alone time with Bella, so I scooted her toward the master suite bathroom, and left Zach and Victoria to take care of themselves. The place was a mess, and everyone needed a bath or shower. Bella ran the bath and climbed in, so for a bit I took my familiar position next to the tub, soaping off my Black beauty as our conversation began.

"Are you okay honey? I fear that though you got-off plenty today, I felt we both got cheated out of time that should have been ours, I mean during this last 'Victorian' moment." I posed it as a probably rhetorical question. "I feel a sense of desperation that you'll need to leave in the next hour or two, and it just feels wrong to me. I'm in-love with you Bella, and we haven't but scratched the surface of what that may mean for us. So much of our incredible sexuality, still unknown and untouched. Today's fantasy revelation of Victoria's has me hungry to know what unspoken, and unrealized, secrets are in both of our minds. Much more than what lies packed in that satchel of yours, or my drawer of largely unused gear. With you Bella, just to be near you pushes me toward the potential of our sex play, but do I ever need your company and an endless conversations like last night.

"Oh my Master," Bella was contemplative, though still quite buoyant. "I am so in-love with you! You know what is most special about you, is that while I love that you are always an appropriately naughty Master, your love for me tops everything. It is so real. You love, care, and worry about me. Thank you, it makes me hot. I got-off good using my boy Zachery's face, but I need time with you. Sucking your cock clean was a perfect transition, when you pulled out of Zachery's well-fucked Black ass. I felt connected to you again, sucking come off your hard cock, while it was cooling down tantric style. So much of ourselves to share, and yes I want to dig into those fantasy hot buttons, never shared outside jacking my cunt off real good." She paused and added, "I am ready to totally give myself to you, every bit of my raw beautiful truth. I need you as my Master, and that we are actually in-love, what great luck!"

"Indeed beautiful Bella," I said, so at peace we the us of the moment. "I'm curious, do you have a proper Stockroom stainless steel butt hook? I have several black leather collars that hook could be bound to. Keeping the bitch under control." My goodness was that fun to say to my Bella, as I reached for both inviting nipples.

"Oh to be bound, butt impaled by that round polished stainless steel ball and hook, chain to a black leather collar around my neck. My back forced to arch, and you holding the leash to that collar, to pull my head up and force your dick in my face and cunt mouth." Bella was on, "So the answer is yes I have that hook, what a dominating tool, ready for you to use as you see fit. As you've already discovered, the more bound and confined the better for me, that black leather blindfold keeping me in the dark and powerless."

"Right now I want to look in your eyes, and both of us see each other fully," I insisted. "I love the blindfold on you, but I also love seeing into your soul. How busy is your week, when can we see each other? A phone-jack just won't do it. I know you have to teach Yoga two evenings a week. When can you come back here, or when would you be able to take care of your Master's needs at your house? I've yet to see it, any bondage furniture? I want to study your entire wardrobe, a fashion show is in order, us alone you whoring for your Master. Remember, Zach will be well cared for here, sleeping with us each night and having private time with Victoria. Lucky that those two are so good together. As you already know, I often suck a load out of him at dawn's most early light."

"I focus on being fashionable but straight-laced at the office and in public," Bella shared. "No hint of what goes on with us, so the fashion show is only for my Master, and I can't wait! I do have gear you haven't seen, that will be fun to share, and one special piece of furniture. The week is tight, but I'm the boss and my house is only a few blocks from the office. I can take long lunches anytime I want, staying sort of on-call with the office. I have an office manager. I teach the Yoga classes for just two hours Tuesday and Thursday evenings. Maybe I make coming over here every Wednesday night, for dinner and an evening together. Maybe spend the night, and drive back early in the morning. Monday's require my early attention at the office, just to set the week in motion. You are welcome to come to my house any day you wish, the proverbial long lunch, a couple of hours of bliss."

""I like it, let's establish a Wednesday night here, right now," I said enthusiastically. "How about I take a motorcycle ride over for our first long lunch at your house Tuesday?"

"I love it, and I have leather," Bella was excited. "Maybe one weekend the two of us can escape on the motorcycle, and fuck off the road somewhere. A dream of mine!"

"Mine too honey," I said. "In all these years, you know I've never done what seems so biker-cool. That image of a biker leaning back against his bike, being serviced by his biker babe on her fucking knees. I did once take a bitch's ass on the bike, the BMW, in the garage. It was hot, and would have been a great photo shoot. She leaned forward on the seat, over the tank, almost hanging on to that tank like she loved it. Almost looked like she was a part of it, bound to the whole bike. Her leathers were zippered for fast access, no panties. Her cunt was gapped naturally, and dripping cunt juice onto the black leather seat. The angle was perfect. The cunt was gorgeous, but there was her butthole saying I'm here to whore for your cock. It was hot!"

"I love the biker gets a blowjob-scene, I want to be forced to my knees," Bella was paying attention, so smart. "And I get the sophistication of the BMW image almost as bondage, very hot. Baby I'm yours! My Master, goodness!"

"You are intoxicating, you fucked hours and hours today but are still tempting me. I'm so in-love with you!" I said needing to get going, but wanting to stick my dick into some part of Bella right then, "Let's get finished-up with this bath, get you dressed and packed-up, though you have infinite wardrobe space to keep anything you want here. Along with the satchel. In time, I hope you open a Bainbridge office and move here."

"That's the plan," Bella said, as she was getting out of the bath, I slid in. She continued, "I'm grooming a senior therapist to be in charge of the Bremerton office, focused mostly on Navy transition counseling, and life coaching. I want to put most of my time in individual and group therapy sessions, and yoga, from Bainbridge. Should be doable within a year, but I'll still need to do a lot of back and forth." Bella continued, clearly changing gears, "Are you ready to get out of that bath, and have me towel down my Master? Suck your cock for a minute, just to say hello and I love you? Your white mushroom cock head is a thing of beauty. I love to handle it, jack right up to it, make it flange out in a snarl at me. Then I love to suck and tongue its mouth, feel it pop through to my throat to fuck me and unload. I love it in my pussy, you demanding that my Yoga smart-muscles jack and suck it, or just get impaled and fucked by it while blindfolded, restrained, and whipped. So special, God I'd love a photo of that white dick head pushing at my butthole, then sliding in and out of my Black butt. So sweet! I'm in-love with you, and I love your cock. Shall I get on my knees for a quick suck, before we go out and face the end of today with Victoria and Zachery?"

"What wonderful words from my darling, you 'give good words.' Thank you, that natural and trained communication skill is beyond important. Now naked and on your knees, cunt!" I commanded, getting out of the bath still dripping wet. There was my Bella, immediately on her knees, back properly arched, head back and ready to serve. She probably imagined I was going to take her facing me, but I stepped around behind her, took hold of her head titling it back for a good angle to slam straight down her throat. "I'm going to throat fuck you cunt, arch that back. I want to be looking down at your beautiful titties, all the way down to your rippling stomach muscles. What a sight, your lean muscled quads holding you up, while I hold my bitches head and fuck your throat. Feel that pop, breaking through into your throat, my balls slapping your forehead and nose. Your words alone made me so hot I couldn't resist taking you, Suck it down cunt, close your eyes and imagine you have that leather blindfold on. I'm almost sitting on the leather, fucking your throat, watching your throat bulge and take it. That is one beautiful whore throat rape, me watching your titties bounce, nipples erect. Hold your breath, trust that I'll pull out for the sheer fun of watching my white cock emerge from your Black being, in plenty of time for you to breathe. Trust me completely. Keep working your Master's cock, I'll pump when it suits me, and yes I will take photos of what only I get to see. White cock pushing at, then buried in my personal Black whore's butt." I paused, almost loosing consciousness, "Here you go honey, take my load, and keep going, so I can survive the night without you. Take it cunt, choke it all down, swallow and don't breathe until I tell you to." I was all the way in, my cock exploding, tantric insanity. My firm grip on her head, supporting her fully leaning back gave me a smooth ride and view, in and out. The view alone was breathtaking, looking down, a total power moment. My Bella. I am so lucky.

This was to be a quickie, and in context of the life we were both now living it was, but what a ride. We gathered ourselves, dressed and packed what needed to be packed, this would be Victoria's master suite with me tonight. Likely with Zach too, but no matter, we'd all be crashing soon. In the kitchen, Victoria and Zach had a nice dinner ready to go, some flowers as a token of great affection for Bella from Victoria. Nice, every one appearing to feel alive and at peace. We hadn't smoked a joint in a day, I'd need some later, to try and relax after Bella left. For now we were all settled at the table eating and talking, happily but Bella's imminent departure hung in the air for all of us, me especially.

A half hour later, about 7:00 Sunday evening after many goodbyes in the house, I walked my Bella out to her car for a last hug and kiss. "I'm so in-love with you Bella. Best sexual union of my life, and I am in-love like never before. Call as needed, and I'm coming over to see you on my bike Tuesday. Our long lunch. You'll be in my dreams 'till then." Some tears welled up, and a last hug.

"I feel the same, and more so," Bella comforted me, holding back her own tears. "You are my Master, in truth, my only Master ever" I closed her door and she was gone. An empty sadness consumed me.

Zach, Victoria, and I did some house cleaning and lounged in the living room listening to the Blues. They snuggled on the couch, I lay flat on the berber, half asleep. In short order, we all headed for bed in our master suite. It was almost routine. At about that moment the phone rang, a goodnight kiss to all of us from Bella, on the speaker phone. Then we crashed naked. Or that was the intent. I kissed both goodnight, lingering first with Victoria, a deep reassuring kiss. What a day, what a weekend, it had been. Then as I kissed Zach, who had sort of snuggled between us, and I reached for his semi hard cock. What a feeling in my hand, and I felt Victoria reach over and cup his balls. I just had to suck that cock head goodnight, as Victoria stroked up and down without any prompting. "Son, have you got any come left for your dad?" I asked actually doubting he did.

"I'm half asleep dad," Zach responded. "But if you and mom do exactly what you're doing, your load will come on demand. Just what I need before I crash. Can I unload dad?"

"Unload son, and sleep," I said quietly and immediately. "That stroke is perfect Victoria, jack him into my mouth, like a good mother!"

"Oh Daddy," Those special words from Zach, "I'm unloading!" His pelvis jerked and his cock swelled, as he feed me a sizable load, barely conscious. I shared it with Victoria and we all crashed, so satisfied after a beautiful but exhausting day.

Zach was already gone the next morning as the sun, and Atticus, forced us to face the day. I got up first to throw on sweats and get out the door with Atticus. By the time we returned to a house feeling quite empty, Victoria was bustling in the kitchen and full of life. "Bella gave me a quick call from her office to say thanks for the flowers, and the love," Victoria chortled. "I know you miss her, and so do I. I'll use the day to get this place back in shape, and restock the groceries. It'll be good to see Zach this evening, and Bella said she plans on joining us for dinner on Wednesday."

"Cool honey, I'm going to tinker with my car and get the BMW ready for an overdue motorcycle ride tomorrow. Sunny and mild weather." I added, "Glad you spoke to Bella, and an evening alone with Zach tonight will feel like old times."

We did have a predictably great evening with Zach, and while I let it be mostly between those two, I took my time and got the one huge load I needed. A sweet and relaxing evening, time enough for a movie, and a shared call to Bella. That said, my mind was on my motorcycle ride, time and location confirmed with Bella via text. I wasn't sure if I would tell Victoria the real purpose for the ride, but likely would in good time, after the fact.

Tuesday came and I ate an early quick lunch, leathered-up, kissed Victoria goodbye and was off. Victoria it seemed, looked forward to some time alone, likely to lounge in the bath or oil-up and jack herself asleep to images of our incredible changing lives. I loved the thought, she had come to fist her own cunt with such power, it was both shocking and beautiful.

A short twenty minute ride and I found Bella's house, made easy because her car was already parked in her driveway. It was a pretty, and well maintained house, not Bainbridge but a real nice part of Bremerton. I knocked on the door with my helmet still on, and was greeted by my Bella already dressed in fuck-me leather gear. She wore a black leather collar with the leash hanging, a tight leather cincher-corset that pushed her breasts up a bit more than usual. Both wrists were wrapped in black leather cuffs, but no chain between them. Likely they were to be buckled directly to the leather corset. In her hand was a black leather blindfold, riding crop, and that talked-about stainless steel Stockroom-certified butt hook with a chain for me to clip on to the other ring of her collar. As my eyes followed downward, more new drama. White see-through stockings held-up just inches below that exposed and shaved cunt, by garter straps that were a part of her fancy leather corset. And finally, as my eyes continued downward, our first experience with her in gorgeous black pump stilettos, with a strap binding them to her ankles. We both laughed, my helmet came off, my heavy leather jacket and Levis soon followed. We kissed and hugged, lingering, so happy to see each other. "Couch, bed, or floor my Master? I belong to you!" Simple words, perfect words from Bella.

I took the blindfold, riding crop, and butt hook from her saying, "A quick cook's tour, so I can watch your stride in those stilettos, and then I'll decide," I said in my dominating tone. "I'm so in-love with you, let's take a moment to appreciate our truth before I bind and torture you, cunt!"

Actually breathless, Bella responded, "God am I in-love with you, and am ready to be used and abused like it is our first time ever together. Let your hungry cunt give you a proper cook's tour. I hope you enjoy seeing my body in motion, for you Master" And so it began, but it ended the moment I saw the white bed, probably even larger than our bed.

"Lie face-down right now, butt up cunt," I said. "I'm ready to take you." I climbed on top of this Black beauty and put the blindfold on tight, as my cock dragged over her butt crack. The leather leash to her collar dangled off the bed, black leather against the white bed. I lay the riding crop beside it, a pretty combination. Realizing that the cuffs on her wrists, did hook directly to the corset, holding her arms and hands at her side, so I hooked them leaving her bound and helpless! The stilettos, stockings and garter straps framing that Black butt, I took the butt hook in hand. A nice heavy feeling, polished stainless steel. I commanded, "Raise your butt way up, I'm going to play with this beast in your cunt juice, just to get the ball ready to slip into your butt." Blindfold on she just moaned quietly, and in seconds her butt responded to the slick pressure of that stainless steel ball of the butt hook pushing against her puckered butthole. I pushed using the leverage of the hook, and in it popped. She moaned loudly. I pushed it deep and once fully in, I pulled it up flat against the black leather cincher-corset and pulled her head back by the collar, hooking the chain to it very tightly to be intentionally uncomfortable. She had to work to arch her back, and hold her head back, to ease this very confining fit. I loved the sight and she moaned her approval.

I grabbed the riding crop, and her Black butt pushed up still more, hungry to be whipped. We had spent a lot of time with the crop on her nipples and pussy, the bound butt was screaming for the first crack of the riding crop, and here it came. Hard on the left butt cheek and instantly hard on the right. She screamed, and the words came out, "Oh yes my Master, whip me like the whore I am! I belong to you, I can't move, take anything you want."

So for a bit I watched those butt cheeks redden and twitch, enjoying the sight as I whipped and I whipped. At one moment squatting on her, I reached around and forced my fingers into her open mouth, then back to dip in her gushing cunt and slide into her mouth again. I wanted her to gag, and pushed hard, my whole hand lubricated by cunt slop. With both hands I pulled back on her chin, forcing her arched back to arch a bit further, though the butt hook and chain were pretty well doing their job. My cock was hard and aching. Still holding her jaw, I slide back down just enough so I could slap my cock against the butt hook pulling her butt up, then I could easily dip into her sloppy wet cunt. Like Zach's cock in my mouth, God did this feel like home. Bella was all arched back and I buried my cock up her cunt, feeling that steel ball in her butt with each slow stroke in her cunt. It was like the double penetration Zach and I had done on Victoria, feeling our cock heads bang one another, pumping ass and cunt but also fucking our own cocks. It made me want that ass, and feel more pressure, so dripping with cunt juice I pushed my cock head against that Black butt already holding the steel ball. In I went, inside Bella's butt, my cock beside the ball and hook. Bella let out a wild scream and started coming. I vaginal orgasm at first, but triggered by this unholy invasion in her butt. The sounds were mesmerizing, as I fucked into that butt past the ball, lost I fucked and pounded that tortured butt. It was a DP in her butt, filled with flesh and steel, the screaming and anal orgasm started.

"Oh God my Master," Bella screamed. "Rape my ass, my God you have whipped me into a frenzy, your cock in my cunt and now my butt. I'm whipped, butt hooked and bound tight, and my Master is butt fucking me on top of it all a DP with that stainless steel partner. I'm coming, my whole body is coming. My cunt is coming, and the anal orgasm--oh my God I'm losing consciousness. Hold my head up with all your strength and rape my ass." Then just inaudible, non-syllabic, sounds somewhere between agony and ecstasy. Her whole body vibrating and convulsing within the bounds of being bound, and being savagely raped, cock and steel, chains and leather in a torturous conspiracy. The very conspiracy she so wanted, so needed, and I was learning to enjoy the orgasmic effects of the pain I was inflicting. My cock exploded.

"Feel my cock, my cock and the butt hook ball are fucking your ass, I'm loading you up with my come. Oh Bella," I said, now screaming myself. "I'm going tantric, go there with me, work your Yoga muscles. Cunt and ass, you are bound tight but your job servicing my cock never ends. Go tantric you fucking whore, rock with me." And with that, tantric madness took over both our bodies, confined as Bella was, and lost in my cock's partnership with the steel in her butthole as I was. We jerked sporadically, and vibrated through endless orgasms in total connected, bound harmony. Time passed.

We really had lost ourselves completely, in overtly violent savagery, deep into the far beyond. As my consciousness slowly returned, and though my cock remained hard in tantric mode, I slipped passed that sadistic butt hook ball, and out of Bella's butt. I wasn't through, the scene was so perfect, I left the only semi-conscious Bella arched back and bound while I repositioned myself with her raised head in my lap. I slapped her face with my cock, smeared come across her blindfold and gaping breathless mouth, the mouth and throat I had raped from behind Sunday afternoon now faced me. "Suck your dick clean cunt, straight from your butt," I demanded with horse voiced aggression. "Suck it clean, and I am going to mount your face and fuck your throat before I'm through with you. My Bella, my hungry bound whore, you have no choice but to take it like I know you want it. I'm going to savage that throat. What a great fuck you are. I am still tantric, love that cock sucking it down your whore throat."

No words from Bella, her mouth was full and her body tied in leather and stainless steel knots, but she gulped and communicated her need and her love. So I pumped, holding her head tight like a doll, there could be no resistance. I came again, and then the full tantric spasms took over doing flip-flops in her throat as she held her breath and took it calmly. Well, not calmly, she was deeply engaged again and she took it with total trust in me. Trust that breath would come when I allowed it, and that while in the throws of my love, she knew breath would come when needed. She was relaxed and patient in the face of that truth. "Oh to smash fuck your face Bella, after that bound butt whipping, that cunt fuck then the savagery of that butt hook ball and cock DP. You are beautiful, I am in-love with you, you have delivered another new layer of perfection for us. Take my come, don't let my cock out of your mouth, and in good time I will release you from this steel and leather bondage and let your body rest and recover.

Time passed.