She was already trembling when she heard the door close behind her and the lock
being slid into place. Just the idea that she had allowed herself to be talked
into such an intimate situation on their first meeting had her stomach churning
with flickering butterfly wings. And now that she stood in the middle of the
darkened hotel room, waiting for him, for whatever he might want to do to her,
caused her sex to throb and the moisture to seep inside her. She heard him
moving into the room behind her, over toward one of the nightstands beside the
bed. "Please close your eyes, Whitney" he said, quietly. She let her lids slide
shut and steadied herself with a deep breath. She could hear him moving around
her, sense him pass by close enough to feel the warmth of him, but it was some
moments before he spoke again. "Now, open your eyes and turn to face the mirror
on your left, please." She opened her eyes and was instantly aware of the few
candles that he had lit... one on each of the nightstands, two on the dresser,
opposite the bed. She turned and saw herself bathed in the dim, reddish glow of
the candlelight in the reflecting glass of the mirror. "Disrobe, please.
Completely." Her hands were trembling as she reached up and began to unbutton
her blouse. When she stepped out of her jeans and hooked her thumbs into the
waistband of her panties, sliding them slowly over her hips, feeling them fall
away to a puddle around her ankles and stepped from them, she was able to see
the soft, almost radiant glow of her skin in the mirror. The idea that she was
there, naked, vulnerable, thrilled her more than she could have imagined. "Turn
around and look at the bed now, please" he said quietly. She slowly turned and
cast her gaze onto the bed... and there, just as she had hoped, laid out in a
small pattern, were the objects she had once mentioned to him... The
blindfold.... leather with a fleece backing and wide elastic strap... the tube
of Icy hot medicated cream.... the pair of vibrators, one slim and rather short
and the other a marvelous contraption, large and spiked along it's base... and
the scarves, a large pile of them, each appearing in the dim light to be
composed of fine, light but strong silk. He moved to the side of the bed,
carefully taking up the blindfold and moving up behind her. "Close your eyes,
please". She could feel the blindfold sliding down over her face, even before
her eyes were fully shut, and when his hands left the back of her head, she
opened them a tiny fraction.... to utter blackness. Again, she heard him moving,
and then his quiet, commanding voice once more. "Move onto the bed, please, on
all fours." She stepped carefully forward and felt the foot of the mattress
against her shin. Leaning down until her palms touched it, she crawled slowly
forward. "Stop there." She stopped, on hands and knees in the center of the bed,
feeling much like an obedient pet rather than the excited, trembling woman she
was. For a long moment, there was no motion around her... no sound... then, she
felt it.... the cold flush of sensation against the very tip of her already
tight left nipple.... It was the Icy hot... but it was like the touch of an ice
cube... he had chilled it somehow and it sent a deep shiver through her. She
felt her back bow out in an automatic reaction to the chill, but instantly there
was a sharp crack and she felt the ripple of a sting as his palm swatted her
firmly on the buttock. "I did not tell you to move, Whitney. Please don't do so
again unless instructed." His voice was measured and calm. She sighed and, with
an effort, straightened her back, allowing the sensation of the cream to flood
her throbbing nipple. The chill slowly ebbed to a dull warmth, and then she
could sense the beginning of the burning... which grew and became more forceful
with each passing second. In a few moments, deep ripples of sensations were
flooding out from that tiny pinpoint of flesh and her clit began to throb in
time to the waves. As the sensation began to dull, she felt the touch of another
drop of the Icy hot on her other nipple, and the process repeated itself,
sending rich, deep shocks into the other side of her chest and drawing answering
throbs from her clit. She moaned and felt like laying her head down on the bed,
opening herself to him... inviting him into her... but she managed to remain
motionless. After this second assault began to ebb, she felt yet another touch
of the chilled lotion, this time gently brushed along one lip of her sex. Her
moan was louder this time, as the cold to hot waves began to sink deep into her
most sensitive flesh. By the time the fourth application of the hellish cream
was lightly brushed along her other nether lip she was trembling, her body
assaulted by the waves of feeling that now rolled through her from both points.
Then she felt his palm and fingers against her buttocks, and realized that he
was spreading her... opening her gently... exposing that tightest and most
delicate of places... and then the chilled shudder of the dab of cream was
against her tight, puckered opening... and she almost collapsed onto the bed.
Her body contracted as the heat from the medicated cream first ignited, then
slowly began to flame against that most sensitive, secret skin and her sex
answered with a welling of fluid, as it in vain attempt to extinguish it. Her
mind swirled with sensations and she barely noticed his voice coming to her from
somewhere nearby. "Please roll over onto your back, Whitney." She carefully
lowered herself to her elbows and slid her hip down, rolling cautiously over
until she was laying, prone, on the center of the bed. Each move caused the
cream to massage itself into her, raising fresh ripples of sensations to all
points of her body. But she was on her back now, and slowly struggling to
relax... It came as a complete surprise when she felt his hand firmly scoop up
one ankle and lift it from the bed, bending her knee and raising it until her
thigh was almost pressed against her chest. From the pressure on the bed below
her, she could tell that he was now kneeling below her, and then she felt his
still clothed shirt pressed against the bottom of her foot, holding it bend
above her. His hand gently took her wrist and raised it from beside her, and she
felt the winding of the first scarf around it, the fluttering as the knot was
tied and pulled snuggly, capturing her securely. Then her arm was raised and she
felt her wrist laid firmly against the outside of her ankle, as the other end of
the scarf began to wrap around both appendages, linking them softly together.
The winding continued, as if to completely cocoon them, and then was knotted
tightly, pinning her wrist to her ankle and forcing her body to bend slightly to
that one side. She felt him rise from the bed, then the weight of him below her
once more, this time pressing against the other ankle, which was raised up tight
against her and gently bound to her other wrist. When he finally moved away, she
drank in the sensations of her situation... her wrists bound to the outsides of
her ankles, which were pulled up tight against her, the weight of her legs
slowly pulling her open before him. And at each of the points of her body, the
medicated cream was doing it's final, warm throbbing on her flesh, making her
ache to cum. She heard the light click, instantly followed by the buzz from the
vibrator and when it lightly touched her, just inside her exposed naval, she
shuddered and moaned. For the next few minutes she endured an agony of delicious
torments as the tip of the throbbing, quivering toy was lightly drawn over her
body... up her stomach, out along the edges of her breasts... tickling her...
teasing her... but never allowing her that single sharp stab of pleasure she now
desperately longed for. Then she felt the toy slowly drawing down, making the
slow, graceful, light course over her stomach and floating toward her sex, and
she began to breath more heavily, the air filling her in short, light pants of
excitement. But before it touched the lips of her sex, she felt the startling
chill of another dab of the cream against her tight, puckered opening... and
then the tip of the toy drifted up over the lips of her sex, passing an
agonizing fraction of an inch from her throbbing, aching clit and down along the
quivering lips of her sex, picking up the moisture that was already seeping from
between them.... It rode gently over the ridge of flesh at the base of her sex
and then it was against her tight rear opening and slowly pressing home...
entering her.... picking up and carrying minute traces of the cream as it went,
dragging them into her... By the time it came to rest, a vibrating demon buried
inside her flesh, she was already beginning to flare with the throbbing heat of
the cream deep inside her and her sex began to clench tightly, forcing more of
her fluids out, which flowed down in a ticklish stream over her ass and began to
pool on the bed beneath her. She wanted to cum so badly now, that she felt like
sobbing, but still her torment was not completed. For in a moment she felt the
press of the other, much larger vibrator against the lips of her sex, and as the
head opened her and slipped inside her, it too leapt to life. It drove slowly
home, filling her depth and sending wave after wave of shuddering tingles
through her flesh and mind... and when it finally pressed against the deepest
parts of her, she felt the light tickling of the soft spikes at it's base... and
to her horror realized that they were turned backwards, not to press against her
clit but rather against the ridge of flesh that separated her two most sensitive
openings. She moaned in disappointment and then the sudden shock of the cream
that he had smeared long the base of the larger vibrator began to flow into the
lips of her sex and she felt her body shudder as her entire exposed sex caught
fire. She felt her body begin to move, undulating and turning as if to try to
stroke the invading monsters and steal the small extra tickle from them that
would send her crashing over into an explosive orgasm... but he had arranged
them carefully, and she found that her torture was enough to hang her on the
edge of an explosive climax, but not to push her over into that abyss of
pleasure. She was moaning now, a slow, steady keening sound of hurt and torment
as her body was assaulted from within and without... as fresh droplets of the
cream were carefully dabbed onto her sex and nipples whenever the heat of the
previous application began to ebb. And her binding was such that she could not
even curl her hips enough to drive the invading monsters deeper inside herself,
force them to rape a climax from her. She was almost in despair when he finally
took pity on her, and she felt his body begin to slowly sink down between her
legs, his elbows planted in the bed behind her.... ...and then she felt the
light tickle of his warm breath against the moist, trembling lips of her sex....
and a moment later... the tip of his tongue sliding in and brushing against her
now agonized clit... And she came with a scream, cumming from the depths of her
soul and shuddering as if to shake her very spirit loose and fling it into the
dark void of her ecstasy.... And as the fifth and then sixth wave of cumming
overwhelmed her and she felt her mind begin to drift off under the heavenly
assault, she wondered, idly, if he would ever stop... and if she would survive
until he did....
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