A New Dress for Sarah

A New Dress for Sarah

A New Dress for Sarah is going to be a one episode story, unless people really like it. It is based on a photo which I have posted in BDSM Library Forum. The name of said thread is “Stories by Hamlet45.”

“Sarah, Sarah. Sarah…” I shook my head, a wide grin spreading across my face. “Don’t you look adorable in your new dress.”

In front of me was my beautiful girlfriend Sarah. Her petite figure was stretched to its maximum. I always liked to tell her she was fun sized. She had dark brown hair, tied back in a pony tail, and wide brown eyes. Now she wriggled on her toes, hands secured far above her head. I had handcuffed her in this position moments before, securing the cuffs around a hook, a feature of the daylight windows in our top floor apartment. Sarah’s new nose ring glimmered in the light from our floor lamp. Right below was the metallic sheen of duct-tape. The tape was so wide it covered nearly the whole bottom of her face; from her nose to the tip of her chin. I cut the piece long, and it spread across her face from one ear to the other. Covering the space between her neck and thighs was her new dress, white with purple flowers. She called it conservative and boring when I showed it to her after work, but now with her helplessly fidgeting before me, I considered it anything but.

“I knew it would look great on you.” I said. Her eyes kept darting from my sinister smile to the dress and back to me. Unable to respond she just grunted into the tape, pushing her mid section forward, and shaking her bonds.

I stepped slowly towards her and wrapped the fingers of my left hand around the hem of the dress. Her eyes followed me as I circled her. The hem slipped between my fingers and I made sure to make contact with her legs with the back of my hand. She shivered and shook. My circle complete I wrapped my hands around her waist, locked them, and pulled myself against her, pushing my bulging crouch up against the crease between her legs. She giggled beneath the gag now, something she always did when I would grab her like this.

“What did we talk about Sunday?” She averted her eyes to avoid my smiling judgment. It was adorable, but this was important and I wasn’t going to let her get away that easy. After a long pause her eyes came back and met mine.

“You remember don’t you?” She nodded, playfully defeated. If not for the duct-tape I would have seen that guilty smile of hers.

“Given that you remember our conversation I am a little confused by that ring in your nose. Didn’t we talk about how your punk days were over, how you were turning over a new leaf?” The tape almost hid her all of her blushing cheek, and I could tell she was straining not to giggle.

“Now it is not that funny.” I said my tone getting sterner, the smile fading. “I got a call from my uncle today. It seemed that your interview did not go well. He was puzzled that after warning me that his office was a place of business, and that his office manager was very old fashion, you showed up with your slinky black dress and new nose ring.” Her eyes took on a pleading quality now and the muffled sounds from behind the tape took on the rapidity of excuses. My stern look hardened even further causing her to pause her pleading.

“Look Sarah, I don’t care if you don’t want to work for my uncle’s company, the fact of the matter is that we are not in college anymore and I have been covering the cost of the apartment, the utilities and I loaned you that money to cover your car.” I said, eyes open so she would know I was serious. Her giggling turned in the sour guilt. The top of her face had a look of frustration and she stamped her right foot, in defeat. Now I felt bad.

We had been dating for three years and moved in together right after college. She was into alternative rock and I was a business major. We met in accounting class, where she needed help and I wanted practice. From there we had coffee, and after that it was a long walk around campus talking about action movies, which we both loved. After our second date we stumbled into her room, a little tipsy, and ripped each other’s clothes off. Sarah loved to be taken from behind and spanked and never minded tell the men she was with to do it. I had always been more reserved more contained, but something felt amazing that first time. I grabbed on to her hair and buried myself deep inside her that first time. It was amazing.

From there things… you might say developed. I would swing by her room at lunch, and rub my hand on her thighs, while she sighed and shook the closer I got to crouch. I found it exhilarating and sexy to get her wet and horny before her classes and then deny her satisfaction until she got back. After class Sarah would come charging through my door, drop her panties right on my floor bunch up her favorite red checked plaid punk skirt, and beg me to take her from behind.

We got more brazen as time went on and the games acquired toys. First it was the phone cord wrapped around her wrists, and then silk scarf gags. One day she called me to come over. I walked in on her in her own bed, ball gag in her mouth naked, vigorously masturbating. Her new toy made her so hot she said she could wait. As a punishment I left her tied naked with her hands behind her back, the ball gag in her mouth and under two layers of blankets while I watch the baseball game and used her head like the arm of a chair. She grunted and pleaded herself to exhaustion and eventually fell asleep like that. After the game I woke her up with a heavy slap on her thigh that left a red mark. I positioned her on her knees and made her suck on my penis for 30 minutes. Then I licked her clit for hours, making her beg and apologize hundreds of times before I let her cum. It lasted all night!

Well of this started to become a problem. She and I started skipping classes. We stayed up all night, thinking of new ways to play. While I only had a few clubs and a couple of guys I hung out with she followed concerts, had zillions of friends. She made up that time lost, taking away from school, and we both almost flunked out. That was when we instituted the rules.

Sarah and I had to be adults, be mature, or else this wouldn’t work. While it was fun and sexy to think of her soaking her panties during every class, the real world was not going to be kind to two college drop outs who, had sex all the time, and couldn’t get jobs. So we both put away childish things and regulated our time better, she turned in a lot of punk exterior for her kinky interior. I made sure not to get too caught up in our games. We both worked hard and graduated and got decent jobs right from the start.

Sarah had teaching certification for art, but her school canceled the program mid way through her first year. Meanwhile I lined up a good sales job and brought in enough to sustain us. Unfortunately Sarah became disheartened by being out of work. Not a lot of openings for art teachers. She would fixate on me, try to get me to stay home from work. One time she dressed up like a German beer girl, with pig tales and the uniform and everything. I spent the who days ordering her around the house, running my hand up her skirt, dipping my fingers in her pussy and making her suck on them. By mid afternoon I was using Sarah’s pig tales like a bridle while I drove into her with my penis from behind. Her moans were muffled by the wet panties I shove in her mouth. I did this a couple of times, but I had to make money. In my absence she went back to doing her college stuff during the day, going to festivals with her old friends, getting back into the alternative rock scene, buying concert tickets, punk clothes, and most of all spending money she didn’t have.

I knew it was making her happier, not having a job is a drain, but when I would find her interviews for office work jobs she would blow them off and complain. Finally they almost repossessed her car and I had to blow a bunch of money I saved for us to get out of our attic like apartment to get it back. After that she said she would try harder, so I asked my uncle and got her the interview for a receptionist position. We talked about it, she whined a little but eventually she capitulated and promised she would try really hard to get the job and apologized for being selfish.

Then I got the call from my uncle. I immediately went out and found the most traditional flowery dress I could find, (well a size to short of course I am not Amish). When I arrive home after work she had a sullen look on her face. I through the dress to her, ordered she put it on and slapped her ass hard and she retreated into the next room. From there I heard remarks about how plain the dress was…”Are you sure you brought the right bag home.” Sarah yelled. “O I am sure!” I yelled back. When she came through the door I had the duct tape and hand cuffs out on the coffee table. Seeing them she giggled in delight and slapped her hands together. She wasn’t giggling now.

“I am sorry sweety. I know this has been rough on you, but we have rules and you broke them that means you have to be punished.” Her eyes slowly perked up from their sullen angle. Her brow furrowed inquisitively.

That was the signal I was looking for. I unlocked my wrists and bent the knee. Sarah stared down at me while I ran my hands up her thighs and under the skirt. She moaned when I reach her panties and shook as I clasped the elastic at the top. I slowly pulled her panties down till the rested limp, by friction, midway between her thighs and knees. “Spread your legs Sarah.”

It was a struggle, and she spread her legs, forcing her up higher on her toes. Her panties slid further down until they elastic reached stretched. By then her panties where a little below her knees. “Don’t move Sarah.” I said, as I stood back up and stepped back. She struggled to keep her legs wide, and the panties held tight.

“Now I thought all day of a fitting punishment for your selfishness and I settled on this. Tomorrow you will go an apologize to my uncle and beg him to reconsider you for that job whether you like it or not. That should make things square between him and me. But tonight will determine how you are going to make it up to me for being such a selfish girl.” I could already see the strain in her eyes.

“It seems to me you need self discipline. You are to keep your panties from touching the ground for 4 hours. During that time you will be as you are now. If you fail to complete this punishment to my satisfaction you will have to start over again tomorrow, same position, same punishment, same dress until you complete it. Every day until you complete the four hour punishment, you will clean this dress every morning, delicately, by hand. Before I leave for work your hands will be shackled to a metal collar around your neck to keep you from playing with yourself. You will perform all the household chores like this, and have it on every day when I get home. Save for when you meet with my uncle, you will be my slave and my maid at all times until you complete this task. Understood?”

Sarah’s eyes took on a panicked look and she grunted and looked around contemplating her predicament. The new rules were harsh, but how hard could it be. I had played games like this before with her and she loved being used. Sarah nodded her head, and grunted, “Mmkay.” My smile returned.

I turned around and looked at the clock on the cable box turned to her and said, “Ok 6:38, if you make it to 10:38 I will know that you are ready to be an equal partner.” I could see the pride and determination on her eyes, underneath the duct tape she was smiling again. But that smile turned when I lifted up the front of her new dress…

“SLAP!” I made contact with her sensitive pussy. On instinct Sarah, winced, clenched her legs together. When the shock of the sting subsided she looked down and spotted her panties folded the ground between her legs. Her now sad eyes looked up at me, the sinister smile back on my face. She dipped her head in defeat.

By the time she recovered I was already securing the medal collar we loved to play with around her neck and locking it in place. Two heavy cuffs hung from it. A favorite game of mine was to make her wear the assembly on her knees, while I buried my penis deep in her throat and rubbed her clit with my big toe. Not able to get off she would struggle reach down and finish to no avail. That game would come but now she had work to do around the house. That first night I never took off the duct tape. I considered it for a blow job and to hear her beg while I hammered her from behind but it was more fun to hear her muffled moans. I made her tug my dick with her hands awkwardly shackled until I came in her face. I made sure to wipe it my dick on the dress so she would have something to clean in the morning. The humiliation made her unbelievably wet but I wouldn’t allow her to get off. That night laying next to me I detected her rubbing her legs together and decided to strap them down. I undid the tape just to be safe. But Sarah didn’t complained, she knew the new rules were going to stay, until she earned the privilege to take off her new dress.