Stella Star
Stella Star Part 1
There she was, Stella Star, looking as glorious in person as her pictures had conveyed, even more so in fact. She had a radiance about her that pixels or celluloid couldn’t capture. Beth watched her favourite bondage model from the chair in the hotel foyer, holding her breath in excitement of not only seeing her idol but in anticipation of what was to happen that evening…if all went as planned. She tried to remain calm, feeling that somehow Stella might sense her watching, sense her her pent up excited eagerness and doe eyed infatuation. She kicked the bag at her feet further under the chair and held the magazine like a mask but all the while watching Stella’s graceful movements. She was a sexy lady and whether she knew it or not, she moved in a way that made everyone around aware. She was beautiful; deep brown, dusky eyes a perfect nose and full lips adorned a sculptured but ultimately feminine face. Her long hair, shimmering and lively brown, bounced with life as she walked. To Beth’s delight she wore a deep green silk blouse which was loose on the sleeves and billowed like the sails of a great galleon with her movement but the rest was fitted. Though in truth it could not fail to be with Stella being so gifted with a most magnificent pair of breast, which pushed against the silk showing the little bumps which betrayed her lack of a bra. She wore a tight, high waisted, black pencil skirt with a wide belt, which flattered her exceptional form and was an immaculate preface to her long opaque stockinged legs, shimmering from the light filtering through the foyer’s large windows. Her 4 inch black heels clacked on the faugh marble floor, their form shaping her legs perfectly. As Beth watched this vision, she admired… no worshiped…her, from afar. She had seen all her movies, her favourite was Stella’s Dilemmas which was the cause of her excitement upon seeing Stella wearing that blouse. It was the same as the one she wore in her favourite scene; the one where she was bound and gagged by her overbearing boss. As she remembered her mind drifted to that flickering image on the TV screen; seeing Stella behind her computer, filing her nails in that shimmering silk blouse whilst her bully of a boss pilled so much work on her and when she answered back he rebuked her with rope. It didn’t matter to Beth that the rope almost magically appeared or indeed, why it would be in an office situation she just thrilled in the anticipation of the restraint that was to follow. Quickly the boss had pulled Stella’s arms behind her back and lashed her wrists together, wrapping the rope round and round before threading it through to cinch it tightly – Beth could almost feel it as Stella winced. Stella had complained quite vehemently but the bosses answer was a firm hand over her mouth stifling her protests, pulling her head back and bulging her cheeks under the pressure. He had whisked out an improbable ball gag from his pocket, it wasn’t a big one (Stella was renowned for being able to handle big ball gags) but as he shoved it into her mouth, behind her teeth, it fitted in deeply. He jerked the straps roughly pulling the ball in deeper and buckled it tightly at the nape of Stella’s neck. Stella gurgled her disquiet and chewed on the red rubber ball firmly secured in her mouth.
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