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The Apartment	By : Jaenelle Category: X-men Comics > Het - Male/Female Views: 13892 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Apartment: Betsy And Warren

�Close
and lock the door after you,� Betsy said to Warren as she headed straight for
the bathroom. �I came here earlier and got my little surprise all ready for
you.�
Warren
shuddered in anticipation and arousal as he closed and locked the door. It had
been far too long since he and Betts had come to his little penthouse
apartment. Partly because of their schedules, and being on different teams;
partly because he knew Logan and Jubilee had been beginning their exploration of
each others� limits, and he hadn�t wanted to disturb them. But they were under
orders from hank to take it easy for a little while, and Betsy had made a
pointed reference to the apartment that day, subtly warning the others in the
mansion that she was claiming the penthouse playroom apartment for herself and
Warren tonight. He quickly stripped out of his clothing, removing the harness
that usually kept his huge, white feathered wings (the wings that were the
reason he was called �Angel� by the X-Men) and stretched them for a moment
before dropping to his knees nude, waiting for his Mistress to return.
She
emerged from the bathroom, and Warren felt himself get an instant hard-on. She
wore a black leather bodysuit similar to the purple spandex one that was her
usual costume as the X-Men�s �Psylocke�; the difference being that this one was
crotchless. And she was carrying what looked like�saran wrap?
�Such
a good puppy, waiting for Mistress to come for you,� she cooed, bending over
Warren and buckling his collar and leash around his neck. �Come this way, pet.�
She strode off into the apartment, and Warren followed, crawling behind her.
She
stopped at the center of the room, next to a wooden chair that made Warren�s
skin prickle. He�d been in this chair before; it looked like an ordinary chair
with arms, but the seat was hinged in the back, enabling it to open wide in a
V. Whoever was sitting in it would find their thighs spread wide, genitals
available for the most delicious torments�
But
Betsy didn�t command him into the chair right away, as he expected. �Kneel up,
pet,� she commanded, finding the end of the clear film and starting to open it
up. It didn�t rustle like regular cling film; Warren suppressed the urge to
look up. She hadn�t ordered him to.
Betsy
took hold of one of his wings, bending it along its natural joints until it was
folded tight against his body. Then she took the clear plastic wrap and started
wrapping his wings in the stuff, winding it tighter and tighter until the
muscles in his wings started to protest. She knew just as it was becoming too
much for him; her telepathy would tell her that, and she stopped wrapping that
wing and went on to the next one.
When
she was done she stepped back, and Warren tentatively flexed the wing muscles
under their covering of plastic. It was looser than he�d thought it was; and he
was puzzled. He wanted to ask, but obedience to her was too well ingrained, and
he simply waited for her to continue with whatever she had planned.
Betsy
grinned as she pulled out the next item from the bag she had brought here
earlier; a hairdryer. Plugging it in to the floor socket, she turned it on,
adjusted it to high, and aimed it at the plastic wrapped around Warren�s wings.
As the plastic heated, it shrank, and she heard the sudden intake of breath
that informed her that Warren had suddenly realized what the plastic was.
Shrink
wrap.
The
heat from the hairdryer caused the plastic to tighten and conform to Warren�s
wing structure. And as it tightened, it constricted the strong, light, hollow
bones even more, and he gasped with the sensation. She kept the hairdryer on
until her telepathy told her it was sufficiently tight, then she turned it off.
She gave it a few moments to cool a little, then she took his arms and pulled
them behind his back and over the wings, using two sets of cuffs to cuff his
left wrist to his right elbow, and his right wrist to his left elbow. Now his
wings were trapped not only under the layer of plastic, but also by his own
arms.
She
slid a hand under his elbow, helping him to rise. He groaned as the tiny
movement jarred the painfully constricted wings. �Mistress�� it came out in a
breathy groan. Betsy smiled and helped him the last couple of steps into the
chair, then commenced strapping him in. A broad strap over his shoulders and
across his upper chest, then one across his firm, rippled abdominal muscles
(she gave in to her impulses and licked his abdomen briefly, sending a series
of shudders through the trapped, pinned body of her lover) and then two more
over his thighs, firmly pinning them to the chair�s seat. Another strap went
over his upper shins, just under his knee, pinning each leg to the movable leg
of the chair; then one around each ankle to keep him from kicking out. Then she
pressed the button on the back of the chair that would spread the slats of the
chair seat and spread his thighs.
Going
to one of the cabinets, she came back with a blindfold and a pair of screw
nipple clamps. Going to her knees in front of him, she teasingly licked at his
small flat nipples until they were as hard as she could get them, then she
closed the jaw of the clamps over the tiny nubs. Warren gasped in surprise,
then in pain as she turned the screws until the pressure was almost beyond
Warren�s ability to handle. Almost. Her tight telepathic bond with him assured
her he was still all right.
Warren
was in hell. Or heaven, depending on which way you looked at it. His
masochistic side sang in ecstasy at the pain he was being forced to endure;
staying quiet was becoming a struggle. He wanted so badly to beg Betsy to
tighten the clamps; he was so close to coming from the pain�but she had her own
reasons for doing what she did, and he would trust her. He could feel her just
inside his head; their link would alert her if something went wrong.
Betsy
felt the surge of trust, and leaned in to kiss his sensual lips. God, she loved
him. Smiling, she held up the blindfold, and he closed his eyes and leaned his
head forward so she could tie the strip of heavy black cloth tightly over his
eyes. Thus blindfolded, he couldn�t see what she was doing next.
Betsy
surveyed her trussed lover for a moment, a smile tugging at the corner of her
lips before she knelt in front of his spread thighs. His cock was proudly
erect, tumescent and swaying with each gentle breath. She stroked it lightly
with her finger, brushing her fingertips lightly up and down his shaft, using
gentle, feather-light touches to both arouse and tease. Warren�s breathing
picked up, and she picked up the trembling in the muscles of his thigh.
�Mistress�Mistress, please��
Betsy
withdrew her fingers, sensing he was close to coming. She didn�t want him to
cum yet; she had a few more things in mind before she would let that happen.
Reaching into the bag, she came up with a sterilized metal sound, a slim metal
probe about the size of a pencil lead. Leaning in close, she wrapped her mouth
around the fat, bulbous head of his cock, fluttering her tongue up and down the
length odf the now rock-hard shaft. He moaned again, a sound of exquisite
ecstasy, and she withdrew only for a moment. Then she placed the head of the
sound at the tip of his penis, just inside the slit from which a drop of precum
had fallen, and began to slide it in, slowly and gently.
Warren
stiffened, a shuddering gasping groan escaping his lips. �Mistress�oh, God,
Mistress!� The sensation was intense; between the growing throbbing in his
trapped arms and wings and the line of fire traveling down his cock shaft, he
was about to explode. Wait�could he explode with this thing down his piss slit?
�You
might, if the need became urgent enough,� Betsy said aloud, breaking his focus
on his body and giving him her voice to concentrate on. �But it would hurt a
bit.� She sounded slightly amused. �Ah, Warren, you look so lovely�� Into his
mind, unbidden, came an image of himself as Betsy was now seeing him; trussed,
legs helplessly spread, with a metal sound thrust into his cock. And also with
that image was her own pleasure at seeing him that way. Determined not to
disappoint her, he steeled himself for whatever would come.
Betsy
cut off the image in his mind. Let what she was about to do come as a surprise.
�Open your mouth, pet,� she said, lifting the glittering chain dangling between
the nipple clamps. He opened his lips, and she slipped the chain between his
teeth, ignoring his gasp of pain as the clamps pulled his nipples upward. �Now
hold that there. Don�t let that drop, or you�ll have to be punished for being a
bad pet.�
�Yes,
Mistress,� Warren said, clenching his teeth around the chain links. Satisfied,
Betsy turned her attention to her favorite part of his body; his balls.
She
started out with long, slow tongue strokes, licking and sucking at the fragile
orbs inside their soft sac of skin. She knew he loved this as much as she did;
and in fact, as she bathed them tenderly with her tongue and mouth, his hips
began to jerk upwards as much as they were able, given the number of restraints
she had wrapped around his lower body. She waited until his breath was coming
in harsh gasps before reaching silently up to his cock and yanking the sound
out with a quick movement. He yelled in pain and shock, the chain falling from
between his teeth, and she smiled at that. It was exactly what she�d hoped
would happen.
�oh,
bad, bad, bad pet,� she said, trying to make her voice sound stern. �I told you
to keep that chain between your teeth, didn�t I�?� She reached for the chain
again, and pressed it to his lips. He obediently clenched the chain again.
�I�ll give you another chance. Hold that chain. Do you understand?� He nodded,
and she returned to her tongue bath of his balls. Again she teased him with her
tongue and lips and teeth, nibbling lightly on the skin and his cock, until
again he was almost on the edge of coming. Then she lowered a leather strap
around his genitals and yanked it tight in a sudden move. The leather strap
wrapped itself around the base of his cock and the top of his balls, squeezing
everything into a neat package. He howled in anguish again, dropping the
chain�again.
Betsy
buckled the strap securely around the stiff, straining balls and cock, and
reached for the other straps holding him down. �Oh, dear. Looks like I have to
give you a lesson in control, don�t I?� She unbuckled the straps, freeing him
from the chair, and hauled him out of the chair, dropping him to his knees. He
sensibly kept his knees spread wide, correctly assuming this was what she
wanted.
She
grabbed a handful of his thick blond hair and pushed his head toward the floor,
letting his forehead rest there as she reached for their favorite toy; an
inflatable butt plug that could also vibrate. He�d given himself an enema
before they came, as per his usual practice; Betsy was glad of it. She drizzled
lubricant on the head of the plug, making sure it was well-coated before
placing it at the dark pucker of his anus and driving it into his ass with one
hard push. Warren stiffened as the ridges along the shaft of the plug
stimulated his prostate on the way in; the whimpers from his mouth were music
to her ears. She reached for the inflator bulb as she reopened the link between
their minds, and started to pump. His breath hissed, and he started to moan in
anguish; she inflated the plug to just beyond what he normally took, trying to
push his limit a little; then dropped the inflator bulb and picked up the
remote to the vibrating function. �Consider this punishment for your lack of
control,� she said in mock sternness. �I�m going to get this started in you,�
and she hit the on button, �And now I�m going to thrash your naughty buttocks.�
Warren
jerked in his bonds. Oh, God, with all she�d done to him already, how was he
going to be able to keep from coming? Already he felt as if his cock was going
to explode�
She
sensed his dilemma. �You�ll be permitted to cum,� she said. �But only when I
say you can.� She heard his stifled groan, his half-articulated plea for mercy.
�Mistress��
She
wasted no further time. He really was close to coming, and she didn�t want to
do permanent damage to his genitals by keeping them that constricted for too
long. She picked up a slim black riding crop and began to strike his buttocks
with it, first lightly, then as the skin darkened, she began to apply more
force to the strokes.
Warren
was on fire with need. He needed to cum, he needed to shoot his load�but he
hadn�t been given permission�the fire from his beaten buttocks was traveling
through his body as the vibrating inflated plug inside him drove him forward,
and finally the cumulative effect of all that stimulation became too much. He
began to beg. �Please�Mistress, please, Your miserable worthless slave needs to
cum, Mistress�please, Mistress�� And as the sensations built up, he shrieked,
�Please, mistress, mercy!�
�Cum
for me, slave,� he heard her say as she tore off the blindfold, and he threw
his head back and howled with the force of his orgasm, screaming in relief and
pleasure as his cock shot spurt after spurt of creamy cum from its constricted
throat. He felt her hands on the strap, loosening it, and the sudden relief
from the tightness triggered another orgasm just as he thought he was done.
Seconds later, the cuffs holding his arms bound released and a quick slash with
the scissors and his aching, throbbing wings were free. The relief made him sob
as he fell back onto his knees.
And
suddenly there she was, his Mistress, presenting her precious, delightful pussy
to him, spreading her thighs wide. He wasted no time in delving deeply between
them, his tongue burrowing past the nest of neatly-trimmed dark curls to reach
the pleasure center of her sex. He devoured it, feeling her hands roving
through his hair, pulling his head closer to the apex of her thighs. He drank
in her soft moans of pleasure, savoring the taste of her body as he licked her
labia, sucking at her clit until she came too. She opened the link between
them, and he found himself hardening again as her orgasm washed over him,
swamping them both in her pleasure. He pulled her to the floor beside him,
rolled over with her astride his hips, and started to pump into her, their
cries of pleasure filling the room as they climaxed once again, together.
Afterward,
Betsy rolled off him and plopped gracelessly to the floor next to him. He was
too tired to get up as well; they lay on the carpeted floor for a while,
luxuriating in their mutual bliss, until Betsy got herself together and sat up.
�Wow. I�ll have to keep that in mind for next time.� She looked at him,
frowning a little. �That wasn�t too intense for you, was it?�
�Oh, no. It was
perfect.� Warren levered himself to a sitting position and she sat behind him,
reaching out to rub the stiff muscles in his shoulders. �God, it�s been too
long since we came out here. I�ve been so busy letting the others play here
I�ve forgotten this was originally our place.�
Betsy swatted
him playfully. �So I guess we�re going to start coming here more often, right,
pet?�
�Oh,
definitely.� Warren rolled over, pinning her to the floor under him, and their
tongues entwined in a kiss that seemed to go on forever. Most definitely.
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