FIC: As Instructed
Title: As Instructed
Author: Cassie Morgan (falconkenobi@aol.com)
Author Web Page: http://www.aemslash.co.uk Obsess, Much?
Fandom: RPS - Lindsay Lohan
Categories: Lindsay Lohan/OFC, BDSM, PWP
Rating: NC-17
Archive: Yes to list archives. All others please let me know where so I can come and preen, okay?
Thanks to: You, for reading this. Paul, for being patient and understanding when I disappear into the computer room for days on end to write.
Disclaimer: Lindsay Lohan is a real person, and the events in this story are just that - fictional, figments of my sick and twisted imagination. Hell, call it a fantasy if it makes you feel better. Whatever. No rumours should be started in regards to any events in these works of fiction. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it.
Warning: Not beta'd
Notes: This one is for original_kaos because she's sick and needs cheering up!
Summary: Lindsay has a very specific set of instructions for Clare - a list Clare eagerly follows for a reward that was more than worth it.
The drive was making her tired but Clare looked forward to the end of the journey. Lindsay had given her both the key to the lakeside cabin, telling her she would be arriving 30 minutes after Clare and to expect ‘one hell of a weekend’
Clare groaned, a shiver running through her and a buzz of excitement rushing through her, her pussy dampening at the thought of her sexy girlfriend - and all the things Lindsay loved doing to her. Lindsay was, for lack of a better term, a sexual connoisseur, and had introduced Clare to the art of bondage early in their relationship. And now, Clare was headed to this secluded cabin for a weekend of, she hoped, hot sex; over being tied up and taken repeatedly to her sexual limits - and beyond.
Pulling up outside the cabin, Clare parked her car and looked at the view; the clear blue lake was right in front of her and the main road was nine miles behind her. There was a barn just behind the cabin, giving it a very rustic feel.
Clare was unable to stop herself from grinning as she walked up to the cabin; her hands trembling lightly as she unlocked the door and pushed it open.
“Wow!” She breathed as she stepped inside, the warm, lush decor giving it a much more elegant feel than the rustic one she’d been expecting. Dropping her bag to the floor and kicking off her shoes, she wandered around the cabin, sighing contentedly as she sank into one of the plush chairs.
A plain white envelope sat in the centre of the coffee table, Clare’s name written on it. Her grin widening, Clare leaned forward and picked it up, her finger sliding under the flap. Pulling the letter out, Clare curled her feet under her as she read the note.
Sweetheart, I will be joining you very soon, but first I want you prepared for me. Follow these instructions immediately so you will be ready when I arrive. You will go to the barn where further instructions are waiting for you. Before leaving you will take off all clothing you are currently wearing as you will not be needing them for the next few days.
Clare swallowed heavily, her pussy dampening as she stood up, quickly stripping off before crossing the room to the front door. She cracked the door open slightly to look around, closing it again, leaning with her head against it, taking a deep breath before opening it fully and running down the gravel to the barn.
There was another note taped to the door of the barn, which Clare ripped off before stepping through and closing the door behind.
There is a chair in front of you with a box on it. You will put on the items you find in the cardboard box.
Clare picked the box up and sat down on the chair, opening the box and pulling out a large ball gag. Her eyes widening, but she fitted it into her mouth, tightening the leather straps as much as she could before buckling it behind her head. The second item in the box was a pair of handcuffs, which Clare picked up, snapping one cuff around her left wrist as she picked up the second note and read it.
In the back of the barn in the last stall on your left is your next assignment. Go there now and I will be along shortly.
Making her way to the back of the barn, Clare opened the stall. In the centre of the stall sat yet another chair, and on the chair, another white envelope.
On each side of this chair you will find a cuff for your ankles. Sit in the chair and attach them. Next you will stand and will see a hook above your head with a blindfold attached. I need not tell you what the blindfold is for, nor should you have to ask. Before you put it on, you will push the chair away from you. Now you will put on the blindfold and put the remaining handcuff on and attach the connecting chain on the handcuffs in the hook above your head. Be careful to not fall, as being blindfolded may cause you to lose your balance. I am near to you now.
Clare quickly did as instructed and completed the instructions, surprising herself that the effort had served to turn her on beyond her wildest imagination. Here she was out in the middle of nowhere, stark naked with her legs spread and chained, blindfolded with a ball gag harness on, and her hands cuffed to a chain above her head. She could not move
nor speak and this only added to her increased awareness of her current situation of exposure. Her pussy was throbbing and her nipples stood out at attention.
She moaned and wriggled at the sound of a car engine, followed by the slamming of a car door, the opening and closing and finally the sound of approaching footsteps.
Something touched her left breast and she cried out, jerking in her bonds. It circled her nipple and occasionally brushed across the top of the nipple. This continued until she was arching her chest into the touch and moaning constantly; the moans becoming a muffled yelp as the jaws of a clamp bit into her nipple.
The caress of the other nipple begin, and again, her nipple was clamped, the weight of what Clare assumed was a chain hanging down from between the two clamps.
Time seemed to stand still for her as the blood swelled in her nipples. All the while Clare felt the warmth grow in her pussy. It was about to become unbearable when she felt the first touch along her thighs. It started out light but soon became more urgent, and she was totally unaware of what it was that was touching her. It felt like perhaps a feather or maybe some sort of scarf, but whatever it was it had her emotions on edge.
Just as suddenly it stopped, a whine of loss leaving Clare and she struggled in her bonds, desperate for the touch to return.
Lindsay giggled softly, and the touch started again, moving from her thighs to her pussy.. Her lips were teased without mercy, the feather circling and tickling her clit until Clare was sure an orgasm was about to happen.
As if she knew how close Clare was, Lindsay stopped again, waiting for her struggles and whines to fade; waiting for Clare to slump down in the chair, lax in her bonds before starting the exquisite torture again.
Immediately, Clare felt another object at the entrance to her pussy and she knew
this had to be a dildo of some kind. It entered her easily as Clare was already wet from the excitement of being tied in a barn and tormented by Lindsay. The dildo was large but went all the way into her pussy.
As soon as it was inserted all the way in her, Clare felt Lindsay twist it and the dildo began to hum inside her. Lindsay stepped back, watching Clare writhe on the chair as the vibrator buzzed inside her, teasing and tormenting her in the sweetest way. Grinning, Lindsay picked up the feather again, flickering it around and over Clare’s clit and along her pussy lips, lips attaching to one of her nipples, sucking and nibbling until Clare tensed, her scream muffled by her gag.
Panting hard, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm, her body limp in her bonds, Clare’s last coherent thought, before Lindsay started teasing her all over again, was that this was going to be one hell of a weekend.
~El Fin~
Author: Cassie Morgan (falconkenobi@aol.com)
Author Web Page: http://www.aemslash.co.uk Obsess, Much?
Fandom: RPS - Lindsay Lohan
Categories: Lindsay Lohan/OFC, BDSM, PWP
Rating: NC-17
Archive: Yes to list archives. All others please let me know where so I can come and preen, okay?
Thanks to: You, for reading this. Paul, for being patient and understanding when I disappear into the computer room for days on end to write.
Disclaimer: Lindsay Lohan is a real person, and the events in this story are just that - fictional, figments of my sick and twisted imagination. Hell, call it a fantasy if it makes you feel better. Whatever. No rumours should be started in regards to any events in these works of fiction. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it.
Warning: Not beta'd
Notes: This one is for original_kaos because she's sick and needs cheering up!
Summary: Lindsay has a very specific set of instructions for Clare - a list Clare eagerly follows for a reward that was more than worth it.
The drive was making her tired but Clare looked forward to the end of the journey. Lindsay had given her both the key to the lakeside cabin, telling her she would be arriving 30 minutes after Clare and to expect ‘one hell of a weekend’
Clare groaned, a shiver running through her and a buzz of excitement rushing through her, her pussy dampening at the thought of her sexy girlfriend - and all the things Lindsay loved doing to her. Lindsay was, for lack of a better term, a sexual connoisseur, and had introduced Clare to the art of bondage early in their relationship. And now, Clare was headed to this secluded cabin for a weekend of, she hoped, hot sex; over being tied up and taken repeatedly to her sexual limits - and beyond.
Pulling up outside the cabin, Clare parked her car and looked at the view; the clear blue lake was right in front of her and the main road was nine miles behind her. There was a barn just behind the cabin, giving it a very rustic feel.
Clare was unable to stop herself from grinning as she walked up to the cabin; her hands trembling lightly as she unlocked the door and pushed it open.
“Wow!” She breathed as she stepped inside, the warm, lush decor giving it a much more elegant feel than the rustic one she’d been expecting. Dropping her bag to the floor and kicking off her shoes, she wandered around the cabin, sighing contentedly as she sank into one of the plush chairs.
A plain white envelope sat in the centre of the coffee table, Clare’s name written on it. Her grin widening, Clare leaned forward and picked it up, her finger sliding under the flap. Pulling the letter out, Clare curled her feet under her as she read the note.
Sweetheart, I will be joining you very soon, but first I want you prepared for me. Follow these instructions immediately so you will be ready when I arrive. You will go to the barn where further instructions are waiting for you. Before leaving you will take off all clothing you are currently wearing as you will not be needing them for the next few days.
Clare swallowed heavily, her pussy dampening as she stood up, quickly stripping off before crossing the room to the front door. She cracked the door open slightly to look around, closing it again, leaning with her head against it, taking a deep breath before opening it fully and running down the gravel to the barn.
There was another note taped to the door of the barn, which Clare ripped off before stepping through and closing the door behind.
There is a chair in front of you with a box on it. You will put on the items you find in the cardboard box.
Clare picked the box up and sat down on the chair, opening the box and pulling out a large ball gag. Her eyes widening, but she fitted it into her mouth, tightening the leather straps as much as she could before buckling it behind her head. The second item in the box was a pair of handcuffs, which Clare picked up, snapping one cuff around her left wrist as she picked up the second note and read it.
In the back of the barn in the last stall on your left is your next assignment. Go there now and I will be along shortly.
Making her way to the back of the barn, Clare opened the stall. In the centre of the stall sat yet another chair, and on the chair, another white envelope.
On each side of this chair you will find a cuff for your ankles. Sit in the chair and attach them. Next you will stand and will see a hook above your head with a blindfold attached. I need not tell you what the blindfold is for, nor should you have to ask. Before you put it on, you will push the chair away from you. Now you will put on the blindfold and put the remaining handcuff on and attach the connecting chain on the handcuffs in the hook above your head. Be careful to not fall, as being blindfolded may cause you to lose your balance. I am near to you now.
Clare quickly did as instructed and completed the instructions, surprising herself that the effort had served to turn her on beyond her wildest imagination. Here she was out in the middle of nowhere, stark naked with her legs spread and chained, blindfolded with a ball gag harness on, and her hands cuffed to a chain above her head. She could not move
nor speak and this only added to her increased awareness of her current situation of exposure. Her pussy was throbbing and her nipples stood out at attention.
She moaned and wriggled at the sound of a car engine, followed by the slamming of a car door, the opening and closing and finally the sound of approaching footsteps.
Something touched her left breast and she cried out, jerking in her bonds. It circled her nipple and occasionally brushed across the top of the nipple. This continued until she was arching her chest into the touch and moaning constantly; the moans becoming a muffled yelp as the jaws of a clamp bit into her nipple.
The caress of the other nipple begin, and again, her nipple was clamped, the weight of what Clare assumed was a chain hanging down from between the two clamps.
Time seemed to stand still for her as the blood swelled in her nipples. All the while Clare felt the warmth grow in her pussy. It was about to become unbearable when she felt the first touch along her thighs. It started out light but soon became more urgent, and she was totally unaware of what it was that was touching her. It felt like perhaps a feather or maybe some sort of scarf, but whatever it was it had her emotions on edge.
Just as suddenly it stopped, a whine of loss leaving Clare and she struggled in her bonds, desperate for the touch to return.
Lindsay giggled softly, and the touch started again, moving from her thighs to her pussy.. Her lips were teased without mercy, the feather circling and tickling her clit until Clare was sure an orgasm was about to happen.
As if she knew how close Clare was, Lindsay stopped again, waiting for her struggles and whines to fade; waiting for Clare to slump down in the chair, lax in her bonds before starting the exquisite torture again.
Immediately, Clare felt another object at the entrance to her pussy and she knew
this had to be a dildo of some kind. It entered her easily as Clare was already wet from the excitement of being tied in a barn and tormented by Lindsay. The dildo was large but went all the way into her pussy.
As soon as it was inserted all the way in her, Clare felt Lindsay twist it and the dildo began to hum inside her. Lindsay stepped back, watching Clare writhe on the chair as the vibrator buzzed inside her, teasing and tormenting her in the sweetest way. Grinning, Lindsay picked up the feather again, flickering it around and over Clare’s clit and along her pussy lips, lips attaching to one of her nipples, sucking and nibbling until Clare tensed, her scream muffled by her gag.
Panting hard, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm, her body limp in her bonds, Clare’s last coherent thought, before Lindsay started teasing her all over again, was that this was going to be one hell of a weekend.
~El Fin~