She drifted awake, her body still tugging lightly at her mind with tiny aches
and throbbing... reminders of the night just passed and it's sensual wonders. As
she opened her eyes, she could feel her nakedness half exposed amid the tangle
of rumpled sheets and she smiled to herself, letting her mind drift down and
focus on the sweet residue of throbbing that even then was beginning to stir at
the lips of her sex. With a groan she rolled over, careless of allowing her
breasts to catch the caresses of the morning light which streamed in through the
hotel room window... he had seen them already... tasted them already....
scratched and pampered and tormented them already... hiding them now with a
false modesty would be useless and silly. It took her a few moment to focus
before she realized that he was not there, that she was alone in the room. She
sat bolt upright in the bed and called out his name. Silence. A wave of panic
and despair washed over her as she realized he had gone, and she felt herself
settle back onto the bed, an ache of another kind stirring in her. Suddenly she
heard the light clicks of the card key and the door opened. Instinctively she
grabbed for the covers and pulled them up, covering herself as he walked into
the room, carrying a small bag. He caught sight of her and stopped, a smile
playing out on his lips. "Good morning" he said quietly, his eyes locking on
hers and almost searing her with the fires that glowed deep within them. She
smiled and sighed and returned his greeting, then inquired what might possibly
be in the bag he was carrying. His smile widened and grew a bit wicked as he set
it down and moved to the bed, crawling onto it and reaching out to press her
back until she lay beside him. "Fun things" he said quietly, and she felt his
hand slip easily under the covers and slide down her body to curl in and cup her
sex, a single finger slipping into her and finding her clit, stroking it
lightly. She moaned at this invasion and felt her legs parting to allow him
better access, her hunger already growing. He propped himself up on an elbow
above her, staring down into her eyes, his palm resting against her mons, the
finger sliding gently into her most private place, stroking her, almost
casually, as one might pet a beloved companion creature, and he spoke quietly,
his eyes locked on hers. "And did you enjoy last night" he said. "Oh God yes..."
she moaned, her fire rising once more. "And do you wish to continue". "Oh
please....." "And are you willing to follow whatever I ask... do whatever I
say... as long as it isn't outside those things we've already talked about that
you feel comfortable doing... or at least trying..." "Yes..." "Yes....sir" he
said, quietly but firmly. "Yes sir" she replied and smiled up at him. "Good.
Then here are a few things you should know about the day ahead of you...
First...." his smile grew even more wicked "...I'm not going to let you cum for
a long time today." She moaned, a stab of anticipation mixed with disappointment
washing over her, fueled by the finger that was now stroking deep into her
already moist and eager sex. "Second" his voice dropped and he leaned closer to
her "I'm going to keep you close to cumming... and when I feel like it, I'm
going to push you right to the edge." Her sex was truly throbbing now, aching to
erupt under his caress. But it was as if he could sense this, and the motion of
his hand slowed, holding her at a warm buzz of arousal but taking her no higher.
"Third, we'll be going out for the morning, but we will come back here this
afternoon... and by the time that we do, you will be begging me to do things to
you can't have imagined before today." Her breath caught in her throat and she
began to tremble, her mind awash with hidden thoughts and forbidden images. "And
fourth..." he whispered, his lips now almost touching hers "once you have
begged... I will do them all." And his lips touched hers, and she melted under
their caress. And then, suddenly, he rolled away from her, his hand gone from
her, his lips vanished as he sprang from the bed and strode over to take up the
bag and place it on the foot of the bed. "So, have you chosen a safe word for
yourself?" She smiled back at him. "Yes sir. And you know what it is. We spoke
about it on the phone that time." "Ah yes" he said, smiling, "....giraffe. Very
well. And you know only to use it if and when you wish me to immediately stop
whatever it is I am doing and end the game?" "Yes sir." "Very good. Though I'm
hopeful you won't feel the need to use it today. But then... we shall see...
won't we." "Now" he said, suddenly forceful and business-like. "Get up, go take
a shower and then come and present yourself to me." She lay unmoving, attempting
to gather her stunned wits enough to be able to move. But he suddenly stopped
moving and looked at her, his eyes now calm and touched with curiosity. "Unless
you'd like to start the day being punished." She smiled at him. "No sir".. and
dragged the covers off herself, rising from the bed. She showered, luxuriating
in the feel of her own hands gently stroking her skin, and as they roamed near
to her sex, she was so tempted to let them stray inside... stroke just a
little... have a small accident of ecstasy... but she restrained herself,
knowing that it would displease him... and, she thought smiling, he probably
would be able to tell that she had, and she really didn't want to begin the day
enduring some unspoken form of punishment. She dried her body carefully with the
large, soft towel, regarded herself in the steamy mirror, smiled, and stepped
from the bathroom. He was seated on the foot of the bed, leaning back on his
elbows, casually, the open bag now at his feet, as he turned to regard her.
"Beautiful" he whispered, then nodded slightly at the floor before him. "Come"
he said quietly, planting his outstretched legs apart, providing a place for
her. "Kneel here." She moved to where he indicated and sank down until she was
kneeling between his legs, her breasts no more than a few inches above the
junction of his crotch. "Did you enjoy last night" he said, his tone serious.
"Oh yes sir. It was wonderful." "Was there anything about it that you did not
enjoy". "No sir. It was.... No... nothing." "And you know I would never do
anything to hurt you, or upset you... or damage you." "Yes sir" she sighed. "But
one thing I will do is push against your limits... gently... but I want you to
go to places you have never been before... and to wallow in them." "Please" she
whispered, her body beginning to tremble once more. He leaned up until he was
looking her directly in the eye, his face mere inches from hers. "Then the first
thing we're going to do today... is something that will remind you of your
new.... status? And will make my task of keeping you moaning considerably
easier..." He leaned down, as if to gently kiss her, but his lips slipped beside
her cheek until they rested against her ear... and she could barely hear the
lightly breathed words against her lobe... "I'm going to shave you." She moaned
and a deep shudder rolled through her, even as she felt the clenching of her
already moistening sex. "I want you to feel" he cooed into her ear "how naked
you are to me... how vulnerable... I want every motion of your body to brush
against your sex... to torment you with that need. And most of all, I want you
to feel every tiny brush against you... every whisper of movement on your skin.
Now... if you think you will fight me as I do this, then I will have to tie you
up first. Do you think you will fight me?" Her breathing was shallow and brief,
now... ragged and strained. He mind was swimming with the realization of what
was about to happen to her, part of it screaming in protest, part in joyous
release. But her throat could not close upon any sound and she merely nodded
sharply, once. "Too bad" he breathed into her ear... Behind the blindfold, she
would only feel the strange sensation of the foam that covered her sex, and the
light, gently pressure of the razor as it drew delicately along the edge of her
labia in short, slow strokes. She could feel as it was lifted from her, and the
slosh of the warm water in the basin as it was cleaned, before it would touch
her again. Her hands were bound behind her, and she was laying on them, her own
weight adding to their immobility. Her ankles were caught in the loops of the
rope and pulled wide, anchored to the corners of the bed. She lay very still and
let her mind absorb the sensation of her humiliation and conquering. She would
be truly naked now... that private, soft brush of hair gone, her hungry need
open and exposed to the delicate caress of silken panties or capturing ropes.
She was being absorbed into her own submission, and this ritual was part of its'
unfolding. She felt the pressure of the razor all around her sex, and then the
stunning, soothing warmth of the moist cloth as it was pressed against her,
cleaning her and lifting away the last of her possession of her own sex. Then
she felt something quite unlike anything that had ever touched her flesh.... his
warm breath, blowing against the naked skin of her mons. She shuddered and
moaned at a sensation that was more intense than anything she had yet felt. Deep
inside herself, she longed to feel it once more, certain that this simple act
would tip her over the top into a wav of cumming. But instead she felt the hands
at her ankles, beginning to untie her. She rose from the bed and reached up to
remove the blindfold herself, feeling already worn out. She looked down at her
sex in wonder. It was clean and smooth, like that of a child, yet she thought
she could make out the swelling of lust there, in its' lips, and she longed to
run a finger down and feel what it must be like now. Her attention was pulled
away by his voice as he emerged from the bathroom, having emptied and stowed the
basin and clothes. "Now, let me help you to dress" he said smoothly. "We have a
long day ahead of us." He strode across the room and reached into the bag that
still sat beside the bed, turning to her with a low smile. "First, something to
keep your attention while we are out today." She looked into his hands and a
moments' puzzlement quickly became a flush of blood into her face as she burned
with the blush. For there, in his hand, was an object... roughly the size and
shape of a small hens' egg. And from one of its' ends extended a thin wire about
6" long. "Do you know what this is" he inquired, calmly. She shook her head,
already fearful. "I'll tell you then. This is going to be your companion for the
day. It will travel with you... inside you... while we are out. And you've no
need to be afraid of it. It's perfectly harmless. Unless, of course..." and he
was reaching down, drawing something else from the bag, straightening... "I
happen to do this..." She saw something in his hand, a small, rectangular
object, and she saw his thumb press something on it's side. Instantly, the egg
began to whine and vibrate madly in his other hand. He smiled broadly. "Remote
controlled" he said simply. "Oh my God" she breathed, as he stepped over to her
and stood, his chest almost touching hers, his eyes gazing down, piercing her
sight like hot needles. "You've never felt anything like this, have you... felt
the weight of it... the size... the mystery of it. Well, I'm sure you'll find it
quite amazing...." She moaned and felt her sex clench, the moisture beginning to
flow, but she could not remove her gaze from his, even as she watched his
shoulder dip, as his hand extended down... and then she felt the small, hard egg
against her naked mons... then sliding over the lips of her sex... parting them
gently... and beginning to enter her. She gasped. It was very large at it's
widest part... larger than she had expected... but her lust lubricated sex
opened easily to allow it entry and then closed over it, almost drawing it deep
inside herself, feeling it pressing against her inner walls.... an incredible,
full feeling. And the end of the tiny wire extended from her, dangling an inch
or so. She felt herself taking slow, deep, steadying breaths as she began to
adjust to this strange new sensation. He smiled and raised the arm holding the
remote control. "Now, let's see if it works, shall we?" and his finger pressed
the button. Instantly her entire insides were alive with the tight, urgent
vibration of the thing inside her and she cried out as a wave of tingling rolled
through her, causing her to almost double over. But even before it splashed
against her face and rolled down her legs to her feet, it's source was cut off
and it began to ebb. "Oh yes" he said quietly, a hint of wonder in his voice
"that works very nicely. Now, let's get your other things ready." He quickly
slipped the control into his jacket pocket and reached for the bag once more,
removing three small patches of some sort of rough cloth. Two were only round
patches, about two inches across, but the third was a six inch square. And the
fabric looked a bit course... rough, like wool... "Would you fetch your bra,
please" he said, casually, reaching back into the bag. She moved on stiff legs
and picked up the under-garment from the dresser, turned back to see him
unscrewing the cap from a small tube of some sort. He moved over to her,
smiling. "This is a medicated cream. It contains camphor, which produces a
sensation of warmth. I am going to apply a touch of it to each of your nipples.
But before I do, would you like to use your safe word?" She felt a shudder roll
through her and for a moment hesitated. But she was also bursting with
anticipation and did not want this to end... not so soon after it had begun. She
shook her head. "No sir." "Very well" he said, and carefully squeezed a small
droplet of the white cream onto a fingertip, slowly raising it until it touched
the tip of her already tight and tingling nipple. For a moment, it felt cool,
almost cold... then, gradually, it began to tingle and in a few moments, she
felt it... the chemical heat... the burning.... It danced just on the edge of
being painful, but the effect it was having on her flesh was amazing. Her nipple
was actually throbbing now, sending short wells of sensations through her with
each beat of her heart. She felt herself lean back until she was almost sitting
against the low dresser as she absorbed this strange new sensation, her eyes
closed. Then she felt the chill of the cream touch her other nipple... and in
moments the warmth began to spread through her for both points. She moaned and
let the waves of it roll through her. She could hear him moving away, across to
the bed, but with her eyes shut, she mostly felt the icy fire in her nipples
penetrating to her very core. Then she felt something else touch her nipple and
opened her eyes. It was one of the little circles of rough cloth. He was gently
pressing it against the tight point of flesh, now sticky with the cream. It
stayed in place as he applied the other circle of fabric to her other nipple,
then reached down to take the bra from her and shift it, carefully positioning
the cups over her breasts so as not to disturb or shift the newly applied pieces
of cloth. Automatically she slid her arms into the straps and allowed him to
position it in place, reaching around to draw the ends together and hook them
behind her. At first, she thought this was all a bit odd... the cream, the
little bits of fabric... But then he stepped back, smiled at her, satisfied.
"Raise your arms over your head, please." She did so, and with a shock instantly
understood what she was in for. The rough patches of fabric, pressing tightly
against her nipples now, shifted ever so slightly, and it was as if a hundred
tiny, invisible fingertips had each selected a single nerve to stroke for a
fraction of a second. She blinked in surprise. He returned a wider smile. "Yes,
that should do nicely. Now, before we put your jeans on, would you like to use
your safe word?" She quickly tried to imagine the day ahead with this maddening
distraction constantly attending her nipples, every little movement of her arms
sending the slightest tickle into her sensitive flesh. She drew in a breath and
even that produced a momentary sense of awareness that her nipples were now held
fast and under constant stimulation. "No sir" she breathed. "Very well, then."
He moved to the foot of the bed where her jeans were laid out, took them up and
handed them to her. Before she could mention it, as if he was reading her
thoughts, he spoke quietly. "No, no underwear today. I would like you... aware
of your position, if you don't mind." She sighed, and raised one leg, slipping
it into the jeans. As she slipped the other leg into the other side and began to
pull them up, he suddenly raised a hand slightly. "Wait. Stop right there." She
virtually froze in place, the jeans now bunched midway up her thigh, as she
watched him take up the other piece of cloth from the foot of the bed and
approach her. He knelt down before her and carefully positioned the cloth across
his hand before reaching forward, between her thighs, and slipping it over the
seam at the top of the jeans legs, fussing with it a moment until it spread out
on both sides of the tight fold. "Now, very carefully, pulls them up, please."
She drew carefully on the waistband of the jeans, and could instantly feel the
roughness of the fabric on the insides of her thighs, sliding up them,
approaching her sex... and she realized what she was in store for. By the time
she had the jeans drawn fully up against herself, she could feel the rough
fabric pressing against the lips of her naked sex. She struggled to remain as
still as possible while she closed the button and zipped up the fly. Although
any motion at all cause a wide patch of her skin to be brushed by the fabric, at
least her most sensitive place was partially shielded from it's full effect, and
for that she was grateful. He rose before her, surveying her, almost clinically.
"Now, plant your feet as far apart as you can, please." She carefully separated
her legs and felt the lips of her sex begin to part, ever so slightly, the rough
cloth inching up, pressed into her by the stretching of the jeans. "And now, if
you would be so kind... bend your knees, slowly, as far as you can." She sighed
and slowly bend her knees, keeping her back straight, and realized what he was
doing. The lips of her sex, already moist, now parted and the pressure of the
crotch of her jeans pressed the fabric against her, until it was firmly pushed
against her clit. "Oh.." she sighed... "you are wicked." He smiled at her,
pleased that she understood. "Not at all" he said. "Merely playful. Which I
think, as the day goes by, you will appreciate more and more. All right, you may
straighten up now." She straightened her legs and drew them together and could
feel the rough piece of fabric lodged firmly against her clit, the lips of her
sex closed over it, holding it in place. "Now, you may finish dressing, and
begin deciding where you would like to have lunch." By the time she had her
blouse and shoes on, the furthest thing from her mind was food. With every move
the tiny, gentle tormentors at her nipples and against her clit send tingles and
shudders into her... lightly, to be sure, but with a slowly increasing urgency
with each caress. She wondered how she would ever be able to stand a full day of
this stimulation. Most amazing was the fact that the cloth between her legs was
brushing the entire length of her sex, from above her clit to the tiny tickle
against the tight ring of muscles at her other opening. That was going to be
difficult to endure, she knew. Finally, she was ready to depart, and turned to
him. "Oh" he said, as if recalling it "you need one more thing." He reached into
his jacket pocket and removed a small strip of leather. As her eyes fell upon
it, she realized it was a thin, miniature version of the much larger leather
restraints she had seen in stores. In a way, it looked like little more than a
leather watchband, except that instead of a watch face being attached, it had a
small "D" shaped metal ring held against it by a small leather loop riveted to
the main band which he began to slip over her wrist, carefully buckling it
tightly. He looked down at her wrist, giving it a critical appraisal, then
nodding to himself. "Yes, that will do nicely." "What for..... sir" she said,
quickly remembering to add the correct form of address. He smiled at her, his
hand reaching into his pocket as he spoke. "Because it's such a lovely day, and
we will be out in public today, this will take the place of a collar for you.
Like the ribbon last night, it is only temporary and it's 'hold' on you will
expire when it is removed at midnight. But while it is in place, it's there to
remind you of your position.... my pet. And, in case you should forget, or your
mind should begin to wander..." His hand withdrew from the pocket, holding a
length of small, silver chain balled up in it. He opened his hand and reached
into it with his opposite fingers, carefully picking out a small clasp, drawing
it from the jumble of chain and reaching down to slip it over the "D" ring on
the band around the wrist that she held before herself. He let his fingers slide
back, playing out the chain, and she felt herself begin to swoon slightly, as
she gazed down at her leashed wrist... the other end of the controlling chain
now in his grasp. He stepped back until the full two foot length of the small
but strong chain was stretched between them, and smiled at her once more.
"Today, you belong to me, my beloved pet. To pamper and caress and pleasure as
it pleases me. And believe me, it will please me to please you greatly." He
slowly drew on the chain and she felt herself pulled by the band around her
wrist toward him, stepping forward, the distance between them closing until she
was practically against his chest. Smoothly he reached out and wrapped his arms
around her, drawing her close against him, holding her tightly, gazing down into
her eyes... before bending down and brushing her lips with his own. She let her
eyes slide shut and absorbed the sensation of the kiss, both chaste and lusty at
the same time, and felt the throbbing well up inside her. Then he slowly pressed
her hard against himself and moved his torso slowly, back and forth. The bits of
fabric against her nipples pressed hard and began to stroke her, sending
shocking waves through her flesh and she felt her knees beginning to weaken...
she wanted to cum now... to erupt and flow against him and feel the heat of her
burn them both until it welded them together. Pressed against her hips she could
feel the hardness of his cock and knew his lust was equal to her own. But all
too soon, she felt his grip on her loosen and the kiss gently broken as he
stepped back. "Not quite yet, my pet. For either of us." He looked down and
carefully gathered up the dangling links of the chain into his hand, before
slipping his fingers between hers, the chain between them both now, only the
tiniest portion of it dangling to reveal, to anyone who cared to look closely
enough, that he possessed her. "Shall we go?" The walk to the elevator was all
too brief, and they stood, their hands clasped tightly, the chain between them,
waiting a moment until the doors opened. There were a few people already in the
elevator as they stepped in and turned to face the doors, the maneuver a bit
clumsy without releasing their hold on each other, but managed without too much
fuss. She watched as the numbers ticked away and the elevator descended, and
just as it reached the second floor, she felt him lean in close to her, his lips
pressed lightly against her ear and the very quietest breath of a whisper... "I
can smell your lust..." And she felt a warm flush race into her cheeks, just as
the elevator stopped and the doors slid open. She moved her leg to step out, his
words propelling her on a cloud of confusion and embarrassment, but before she
had taken a single step, she felt the sudden stab of tingling deep inside her
sex as the toy leapt to life within her. She almost stumbled, keeping her
balance only because of his firm grasp on her hand and he was guiding her
through the lobby, her mind completely distracted now, her vision unfocused...
the tickling, teasing of the patches against her nipples and stroking her sex
and clit with every step along with the rippling waves of the demon toy in her
sex caused her whole skin to tingle and she wanted so badly to simply drop to
the floor and stoke herself to a quick release. But he continued to guide her
through the lobby, and into the revolving door, their bodies jostling as it
slowly turned and then, just as they stepped into the crisp air of the day, the
vibrations inside her stopped. He paused outside, pulling her to a stop beside
him, casually looking slowly up and down the street, as if deciding which
direction they should travel. She stood beside him, her breath heavy and
struggling to focus her mind which slowly returned to her. "Oh god..." she
moaned softly, an amazed smile pulling up the corners of her mouth... "you're
going to kill me with this." He looked at her, surprised and amused. "Kill you?
Absolutely not" his voice heavy with mock indigenous, before grinning wickedly
at her once more. "Only with cumming, my pet. Only with cumming." He turned and
she felt herself drawn along with him, as they started off, strolling casually,
down the block.... The day was a delicious wonder of torments for her... They
went to an art museum, slowly strolling the galleries, stopping to examine the
paintings and sculptures, and every so often she could feel the toy gripped
tightly in her sex roll to life for a few moments. She could not get used to it,
and each new attack would cause her to moan and the muscles of her stomach to
tighten, as if attempting to milk the little demon for every delightful,
intoxicating sensation her body could draw from it. Eventually she figured out
what he was playing at... every time they passed a work which contained a
certain shade of yellow, he would turn it on and let it run until they passed
before one containing a certain shade of red. As they wandered in one of the
back galleries, she became aware that they were alone, and that he was drawing
her around a corner into a small gallery room. But before they had passed
through the portal, she felt herself gently turned and her back pressed against
the wall, his body close to hers, his hand slipped between her thighs, his palm
cupping and pressing against her sex. Instantly the toy erupted once more inside
her and she shuddered at the overwhelming sensations as he leaned down and
whispered. "If you want to cum, you have fifteen second to do so." And his palm
began to stroke her, pressing the rough cloth tighter against her clit, causing
it to move, stroke and tease her. She felt herself sinking under the torrent of
sensations and the tension of possibly being seen by some wandering patron all
jumbled together in her mind. Yes, she wanted to cum... so badly that she could
practically taste it in her throat. But the possibility of someone witnessing
her at that moment... the explosion of her most forbidden lust on display to the
eyes of some stranger... her mind swirled and she heard herself whimper. The
feelings in her body were welling up now, overwhelming her, erasing the
inhibition a shred at a time... and as she slipped down, feeling the climax
begin to well inside her, she began not to care if anyone noticed... or saw and
knew beyond doubt of her pleasure... she merely wanted it... needed it...
desperately.... Suddenly the toy froze and his hand withdrew. "Too late" he
said, with a cruel casualness, stepping along and drawing her with him. She
practically sobbed with frustration, her entire body throbbing now, urgent and
needy, hung on the edge of a shattering climax that slowly slipped away
unfulfilled as them moved along. "You are cruel" she whined. "Oh, you shouldn't
have said that" he muttered, calmly, and she instantly felt a rush of fear. "Why
not..... sir" she said, her voice now tight. "Because you'll have to be punished
for disrespecting me." "But... but...." A tense laugh escaped her. "You're
kidding, right?" He turned slowly to gaze at her, and the look in his eyes told
her that he was not, and again, her sex clenched with anticipation. After the
museum, they went to lunch, settling comfortably in a small, intimate, darkly
lighted cafe. Although they had a booth in the back, he had her sit on one
padded bench and slid in next to her, casually taking up the menu, opening it
and scanning it, talking casually as he did so. "One thing you should know about
this lunch." "Yes sir?" she said, quietly. "I will allow you to eat in peace,
with no distraction. However, every time you speak to the waiter, I will turn on
your little toy until he leaves." "You wouldn't do that" she breathed, stunned.
"No?" he said and smiled wickedly at her. "And for you, ma'am?" the waiter said.
She glanced over at him, sitting there, still scanning his menu, his hand
casually buried deep inside his jacket pocket. She braced herself, turned to the
menu and opened her mouth. "I'll have - " And the words caught in her throat as
her tense, tightly gripping sex was once again assaulted by the toy bursting to
life inside her. She felt her body almost pulled forward by the shock of it, and
caught herself, remaining motionless as possible, fighting to adjust to it.
"What would you like, sweetheart" she heard him say, casually, beside her, this
wicked, cruel, horrible, wonderful tormentor, urging her on to her own
destruction. She tensed against the trembling deep inside herself and, as
casually as she could manage, made her order... When the waiter, finally
understanding her, walked away, she felt the egg die out inside her and her
entire body seemed to sag against the release of tension. She leaned on her
elbows and slowly turned to look at him. "Do you know how badly I want to cum,
right now, right here..." she said, her eyes sparkling with an arousal she had
never before in her life felt. He looked at her and smiled, a loving, kind and
grateful smile. "I hope so, my dearest pet. I want you to feel that way
eternally." He was true to his word, allowing her to eat without any
distraction, though she found herself merely picking at her meal, her mind and
body both covered with a kind of longing itch that throbbed deep inside her and
would not leave. They talked quietly, and she drew some comfort in being able to
focus on the conversation. Then, just as they were finishing, she turned to him.
"I have to go to the ladies room." He slowly looked at her and his eyes were
stern and forceful. "Yes. I'm sure you do. But you are not to attempt to cum, do
you understand? And if you do... I will be able to tell... and you will be
punished. Severely." "Yes sir" she said, quietly. In the restroom, she stood,
staring at herself in the mirror, amazed at the look of herself. She was
glowing... the arousal and lust easily visible, there, inside her eyes, on the
warm flush of her skin. She let her gaze sweep slowly down the figure in the
glass before her... She noticed the tightness of the nipples, visible even
through the bra and patches of fabric... and at the crotch of her jeans, a very
slight darkening of moisture, not quite yet a stain, but threatening to become
one before the day was out. She looked at the woman in the mirror and suddenly
realized that what she was looking at was pure lust... a sort of embodiment of
wantonness and carnal desire. If the lights in the room were out, she thought,
this woman would glow with a heat that would light the gloom. The stray thought
brushed through her mind that, at this moment, she could walk up to any man of
her choice, and with a single smile or fragmentary gesture, burn him through
with desire to have her... possess her.... couple with her. No man would be
immune to this heat... She was a flame and they were mere paper, to be consumed
in her erupting fires. And at that moment, she felt the delicious mix of her
present state... owned... and powerful beyond belief. The balance of the
afternoon was a whirlwind of torments. They strolled along, his hand casually
linked with hers, the chain between them dangling slightly... As they crossed
one block, he turned to her and smiled, and she felt his hand separate from
hers. Glancing down she saw that he now held the loose end of the chain, like a
leash indeed, and slipping his hand into his pocket, she felt the toy roar
inside her once more, before her turned and moved along, the chain dangling
between them now, herself truly being led on that delicate leash, now openly
visible, for the traverse of this one short city block... open to the eyes of
any of the passing strangers who might notice... It was dusk by the time they
arrived back at the hotel room. He closed the door and moved, casually, to where
she stood, reaching down and gently undoing the clasp, finally freeing her wrist
from the chain. "Now" he said, casually, turning to look her in the eye...
"About your punishment"... She began to tremble, hoping he had forgotten about
that. "Yes sir" she said, quietly, steeling herself for whatever he might have
planned for her. No amount of reason could have readied her for this. She was
lying on the bed, on her stomach. Her wrists were bound together behind her, her
legs drawn up at the knees, the ankles similarly bound... and tight cords
lashing the wrists and ankles together. She was, for the first time in her life,
hogtied and totally unable to move. But the worst of it was the cords which
bound her thighs together, just above the knees... Those above all else, made it
impossible for her to dislodge the long, hard vibrator that he had gently
slipped into her sex and turned on it's lowest setting before straightening up
and surveying his handiwork. "There now" he said, calmly. "Well, I'm going to go
take a nice, warm, leisurely shower. Please don't go anywhere, my pet. I won't
be all that long." "Ooooohhhhhhh Goooooooodddddddddd" she moaned, feeling the
waves assaulting her, deep inside, driving her to a slow, boiling frenzy.
"Master" she blurted "I'm going to cum. I can't help it. I'm going to cum." "Are
you" she heard him say, his voice fascinated and amused. Suddenly, she felt a
sharp slap of his palm against her upturned buttocks. It did not hurt at all...
merely sent a new sort of shock through her... and with that single, stunning
blow, her mind tipped over and she felt her body roar with a bursting orgasm,
erupting with all the tension and accumulated lust of the day. She cried out,
her wail long and sharp as her body began to shudder and twitch under the
violence of the cumming. Somewhere far outside herself she heard him... "Yes. I
suppose you are, aren't you.." before he turned and moved, casually, into the
bathroom. She came twice more before he returned, toweling off his naked body,
to stand over her, watching her writhe on the bed. Each one more explosive than
the one before it, followed by a slow sinking of her nerves which never quite
reached bottom before the combination of her mind and the tormentor inside her
sex began to drive her slowly upwards once more. She was on her way to another
climax when she felt him bend over her and turn off the toy, gently slipping it
from her, beginning to carefully untie her bonds. As her legs came free she let
them drop to the bed, limp and drained. She wanted to lay there and drift...
drink in the sensations and float away to sleep on them. But he was not quite
finished with her yet. Not quite yet. She felt his hand gently take her ankles
in their grip and her body slowly, gently pulled, down the bed towards it's
foot... a limp, exhausted rag doll. When her hips reached the very foot of the
bed, he gently lowered her legs until she found herself kneeling, her upper body
draped over it, her breasts pressing into the mattress, her bound hands resting
heavily against her back. She felt his hand slip between her thighs and press
outwards, moving her legs apart... and then the slow process of rebinding them,
just above the knees, to the feet of the bed. She moaned, once again helpless
and throbbing, her sex empty now, yet still hungry. She felt him kneeling down
between her spread and bound legs, and the warmth of his chest as he leaned
forward and pressed himself against her back, his lips beginning to plant
delicate kisses at the base of her neck. "Now, my pet" he whispered between
light caresses of his lips upon the tingling skin of her back and shoulders "you
must ask me... Ask me to take you.... ask me to fill you... to join with you....
to make love with you... ask...." She groaned, weakly. "Oh
pleeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaassssseeeeeeee, maaaaassterrrr....." she whispered
harshly.... "give me your cock... oh Goooooodddddd, plleeeeeaaaaaassssseeeeeee."
And then she felt it... firm and hard and hot against her sex.... pressing...
parting her... slipping slowly into her.... his chest pressed against her....
his cock slowly penetrating her, filling her.... sinking deep into her... until
she felt his hips resting against hers. She felt his hand slip around her hip,
the palm brushing lightly, as his fingers curled down, sliding gently over her
sex, slipping between the lips and finding her throbbing clit.... He began to
stroke into her, very slowly... his fingertip matching the motion on her clit...
and then the rhythm of his thrusting began to quicken.... his stroking finger
circling her clit.... his palm cupping against her, pulling her up so that every
thrust of his cock into her depths brushed against her limits and caused her to
moan with the waves of their fucking. Her mind slowly drifted, each new ripple
of pleasure like a tiny ocean swell to toss it a bit further from herself... the
churning in her mind and in her sex and on every inch of her skin sending her
further and further into that unknown land of complete bliss. And when he came,
his body suddenly gripping her tightly, his hot eruption searing against the
walls of her, she too erupted once more... this time as a part of him... as half
of a single creature.... as part of something that was "them", together... She
did not feel the exact moment his cock slipped from her, nor his hands deftly
untied her wrists and knees... nor even as he helped her up onto the bed and lay
beside her. She was drifting now... lost in a new universe of undreamt of
sensations... She only truly became aware when she felt herself being pulled
over, her body sliding onto his, her legs falling to either side of his hips...
his again throbbing cock finding and slipping into her sex from beneath... and
his slow stroking beginning once more... She lay across his body, limp, allowing
his rolling, thrusting hips to drive himself into her, again and again and
again... his hands gripping her waist to keep her trapped and impaled upon
him.... As the cumming rolled through her, she merely groaned and felt the
trickle of fluid running down, anointing his cock and pooling on the bed beneath
them. With the last coherent thought she could muster, she dragged her mind
together and the harsh whisper of a single word rolled from her lips....
"Giraffe" she said. She was asleep in a few moments, and did not feel as he
gently, reluctantly, unbuckled the band from her wrist, set it on the table
beside the bed, turned off the light, curled his body around hers, laid his arm
across her to cup her breast, closed his eyes and went in search of her in some
wondrous, shared dream....
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