Bayonetta’s Abuse: Chapter 13 – Paradiso by James Bondage
Must all good things come to an end? , Cool autumn rain pitter-pattered on the cobblestone walkway as James hurriedly followed Bayonetta to her new lair. They jogged from the car park to the entrance of a classy looking, unfamiliar apartment building. By the time they reached the lobby their leather and latex clad bodies were glossy and dripping. It was almost refreshing after their time in the wasteland. The rain served to wash off the residual dust and grime of the desert.
The woman sitting at the front desk glanced up at them briefly and raised an eyebrow. She returned to her magazine as the couple moved to the elevator and Cereza pressed the call button. The assistant didn’t seem overly surprised at people dressed in fetish gear heading upstairs. Perhaps that was a common occurrence in swanky condos like these.
The route to the city and the neighborhood James now found himself in were, likewise, unfamiliar. Bayonetta had explained their situation on the way back. Given the gravity of recent events, it was time for them to lay low for a while. Since Jeanne knew the location of the old safe house, Cereza had prepared a second one.
As the sliding doors closed, she pressed her buxom curves on James, pushing him up against the wall. They kissed long and deep as the elevator hummed and sailed upward. Their eyes remained shut as their wet bodysuits gripped and rubbed one another noisily. James’ cock grew hard in the steamy latex prison as she sucked on his tongue and groped him all over.
*DING*
The doors re-opened and so did their eyes. Bayonetta smiled and took his hand, leading him out of the elevator and down the hallway. Their boots sank into the lush carpeting as they made their way down the dimly lit corridor. After passing several doors, Cereza stopped, extracted her key and opened the way.
The smells of fresh paint and leather hit James’ nostrils as soon as they walked in. It was a giant, open air studio loft with a full kitchen and a staircase that led up to the second floor bedroom. The curtain-draped windows were large, providing an ample view of the city that would be marvelous when the weather was better.
A brand new leather couch and loveseat were present along with various other furniture that had recently been delivered. Boxes were everywhere, some opened and some not. No doubt they contained new kitchenwares, housewares, bathroom products, rubber bedding, fetish clothing, bondage equipment and sex toys. James knew Cereza’s priorities well by now.
“Wow! Definitely an upgrade.”
“I’m glad you like it” Bayonetta purred, watching him stroll further into their new home. “The walls, ceiling and floor have been soundproofed. We can make as much noise as we want, here.”
“Oh, my…” James said with a cheeky smile and a wink.
Cereza chuckled. “I’d say you’ve earned a shower and your choice of dinner after what we’ve been though.”
“Thanks. A shower sounds amazing. And as for food, how bout something Greek?”
“I’ll call it in while you get clean” she responded, moving to one of the large boxes and opening it. She pulled out a fresh, black, latex gimp-suit still lined in protective plastic. Bayonetta turned and held it up for him to see. “Enjoy your freedom in the bathroom, because once you dry off, I’m sealing you in this. I have new collar for you as well. And a new armbinder to try later.”
James grinned, his cock stirring again in response to her lustful demands. “Yes, Mistress.”
* * * * *
A long line of styrofoam food caskets were strewn across the coffee table; evidence of a decadent meal. James and his Mistress were lounging on the new leather sofa, relaxing with full bellies. Cereza was stretched out lengthwise, her boots abandoned on the floor. Her feet lay in James’ lap, receiving a firm, soothing massage from her obedient gimp. As the show they’d been watching came to an end, James looked over and saw that Bayonetta’s eyes were struggling to stay open.
“You talked a big game on the way here, but it doesn’t seem like you’ll be dominating anything tonight.”
The wicked Witchinatrix sighed in contentment. “Sorry, my love. I was riding high on victory. Should’ve known I’d be exhausted after that ordeal.”
“No worries. You need the rest and my ass could use a break.”
Cereza giggled. James released her feet and grabbed the remote from the coffee table. He pointed it at the entertainment center, navigating endless rows of streamable programming on their massive new widescreen.
“Isn’t it amazing? Now that there’s so much stuff to watch on-demand, people spend more time than ever just trying to decide…”
“So much crap to watch” Bayonetta remarked. “But you’re right, it’s silly how we end up scrolling endlessly. There should be a word for that.”
“There is a term for it.”
“What’s that?”
“The Paradox of Choice.”
“Hmmmm… Explain.” Cereza implored, pulling back her feet and sitting up at the end of the sofa.
“It’s the psychological phenomenon that, the more choices you’re given, the less satisfied you’ll be with any decision you make. The opportunity cost of going through all those choices and making a decision combined with your heightened expectations, due to having so many options, means that, inevitably, you’ll be disappointed with the outcome. Basically, too much choice can be a very bad thing. I watched a famous professor give a great lecture about it once.”
Bayonetta laughed and nodded her head. “I like that. It explains so much about the modern world. And it tracks nicely with S&M.”
“How’s that?”
“Well, if too much choice makes people miserable, it follows that being given no choice at all will lead them to ecstasy.” Cereza’s eyebrows darted upward twice in rapid succession. She was being cheeky, yet there was a certain logic to it.
James grinned sheepishly and nodded. “I never thought about it like that. Definitely true for a certain segment of the population.”
“Mmmhmmm. Naughty bottoms and submissive sluts like you.”
He resumed his browsing, maneuvering through long lists of movies and TV series until he found something that looked appealing. “How bout this? Wanna watch?”
When no answer came, he looked to his right and found Bayonetta gazing into the distance. She was lost in thought.
“Helllloooooo? Earth to Cereza!”
“Hmmm? Oh, yeah, that’s fine. Play that.”
“Everything ok?”
“Yeah… just a little distracted. I shouldn’t worry about it until tomorrow, but my mind keeps wandering to what I’m going to say.”
“To the coven, you mean?”
“Yep. After what went down, a statement is definitely needed.”
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CerezaOnTop: Hey kiddo, you busy?
RoxTheCasbah: Never too busy for you! What up, B?
CerezaOnTop: There was a bit of an incident yesterday. You may have heard.
RoxTheCasbah: HAH! That’s putting it mildly! Everyone who went with Alexia has been really tight-lipped and touchy since getting back. What did you do??? Give them all a spanking?
CerezaOnTop: In a manner of speaking.
RoxTheCasbah: Dammit! I never get to see the good stuff!
CerezaOnTop: Trust me, it’s better you weren’t there.