Story Time!
I wrote this years ago and I think it still holds up well so I’m posting it again, with minor edits.
You’ve been standing in the living room for a little while now. You are naked except for your collar, latex panties, and dark purple spike-heeled pumps. You are not bound: I simply ordered you to stay put while I observed you. The air is cool, but that is only part of the reason for your hard nipples and occasional shivers.
Finally, you hear the tread of my shoes on the hardwood as I leave the room briefly and return after a few minutes, and then the clank and rustle of gear being tossed lightly on the couch. I come up behind you and kiss your neck gently above the collar, my beard rubbing against your soft flesh as you murmur and wriggle a little at the touch. Moving my lips to your ear, I kiss the lobe gently, then whisper “I bet you want some attention, don’t you? No need to respond, I know you do…" My hands work around your body and cup your breasts, then I take each nipple between thumb and forefinger and pinch lightly, chuckling softly as you gasp. "Yes, you definitely do. Good girl.”
I drop my hands and walk around in front of you. I’m fully dressed in a suit; it highlights our roles while I wear clothing and you wear nothing but your adornments and bondage, and I love to dominate you like this. I run two fingers over your lovely lips, then allow you to suck on them for a bit. You make a little disappointed noise as I withdraw them, but I slap your cheek casually and tell you to behave.
I move behind you again, to the pile of objects on the couch, then come back, holding a harness ball gag in my hand. “As much as I love hearing your cries and pleas, slut, this time I want you quiet. Your muffled noises will be just as good. Now be a good girl and open up for me." You comply, knowing it’s easier this way and eager to get to the rest of whatever I have planned, and I fit the large ball in your mouth, then buckle the straps around your head, careful not to snag your hair. When all is settled I again run my fingers around your gagged lips, tell you how lovely you look, and remind you not to hesitate to use your safe gestures if you need them.
Then I retrieve several straps and secure your arms to your sides, rendering your them totally useless and you even more at my mercy than before. To add to the fun, the first trickle of drool is starting to work its way past the ball gag.
You notice I haven’t paid much attention to your breasts, but you know me and realize it won’t be long now. And I don’t disappoint you. After one final visit to the couch, I step around you with a wicked look in my eyes and start to tease your nipples. Gentle palm caresses are followed by hard finger flicks and rough twists and pulls as muffled gasps and cries emerge from behind your gag and drool starts running down your chin and onto your chest. I smile at the sight. When your nipples are fully erect I take one into my mouth and suck, lick, and nibble it, then bite it fairly hard. Meanwhile the fingers of my other hand rake across your stomach, digging my nails in to mark your flesh.
I switch nipples and give the other one the same treatment, and at the end both are throbbing and highly sensitive. I step back and survey my handiwork: "Perfect…” I remark with a look in my eyes that triggers both apprehension and arousal. Then I pull a pair of clover clamps from my pocket and attach them to your nipples. These are diabolical clamps that produce a lot of pressure and get worse when the connecting chain is pulled. They are naturally among my favorites, and I relish the muffled moans as I secure each one and then test the chain with a hard downward yank.
“Now that you’re all set, let’s check on something, shall we? With that I put a hand on the back of your neck and the other one down your panties. I can feel the heat radiating off your sex like a furnace, and when I spread your lips with my fingers I find that you are soaking wet already from the bondage and the rough treatment. "That’s my girl. Now do you want me to make you come?" You nod frantically, looking me straight in the eye. "Maybe I will. But first I’m going to hurt you. Why? Because I want to. And I know you like it too. Don’t you?" Again, you nod. "That’s what I thought. Naughty, dirty slut… Well, I’ll give you what you want.”
With that, I remove my hand from your panties and you can’t help the little mewl of frustration that makes its way past the gag. Poor thing. Using both hands now, I rake my fingers up your sensitive inner thighs, scratching them roughly and leaving red streaks in the wake of my nails, which I keep longer for just such a purpose. Then I crouch and lick and bite them too, creating a rush of sensation. As an extra bit of cruelty I reach up and yank your nipple clamps hard and you shriek in pain but you can’t deny that an electric shock goes right to your clit when I do this.
Finally I stop that and with no warning, pull your panties down and off roughly, ordering you to step out of them. I toss them aside and return my fingers to your pussy, touching your clit very, very lightly as you moan. I slip first one finger, then two inside you, and fuck you briefly with them, but once again withdraw and you emit a small sob, cheated of a building orgasm. “Not yet, my little slut. Not yet…" I return yet again to the couch, and come back with leather cuffs for each ankle, as well as a spreader bar to keep them wide open and give me easy access to you.
Finally, I bring out a multi-tailed flogger. "I’m going to hurt you with this, but it’s one more step on the road to orgasm. Suffer for me like a good girl and I’ll reward you. But the choice is yours. Do you want more? Or should I stop right now?”
You nod and make positive noises around the gag, muffled “PLZ, PLZ MORE” sounds and I smile. “I knew you’d want it. You can’t help yourself.“ With that I waste no time in laying the flogger across your sensitive thighs, working up in intensity until I’m really lashing you with it hard. Once the front is good and red I move behind you, pull your armbinder out so I can have access to the back of your thighs and your ass, and whip those areas too. At the end your lower parts are on fire and tears leak freely from your eyes, matching the copious saliva running everywhere around your gag and dripping down on your tits and to the floor. It is an effort not to simply sink to the floor and collapse in a shuddering heap, but you keep your feet. Why? Because you want to prove yourself to me and you also want that orgasm.
Eventually I tire of the beating and toss the flogger aside. But it seems I’m not done tormenting you just yet. From the pile on the couch (how much gear do I have back there, anyway?!), I retrieve another item and show it to you. It’s a crop, a fairly light instrument of punishment, and you wonder what I have in mind. You don’t have to wait long to find out, as I part your outer pussy lips with one hand and start using the crop on your exposed, hyper-sensitive sex. The occasional blow lands right on your clit with a shock of pain/pleasure that’s difficult to describe but has you writhing furiously with the first strokes. Somewhere deep in your mind you realize that it might be possible for you to come just from this… You wonder if I know it as well, but for today I seem content to simply beat you, pausing between each strike to let you anticipate the next blow.
After a time I stop and rub your inflamed flesh with my fingers, carefully avoiding your now-swollen clitoris but otherwise probing, slipping a finger in you (your pussy almost sucks it inside, as wet and wanting as you are), testing. "Almost, my good slut. Almost. Soon I’ll make you come. You’ve been suffering for me so well, and I’m very pleased with you! One final step: pleasuring me. I’m sure you’re more than ready to do so, aren’t you?”
I lay the crop aside and guide you to a kneeling position. It’s almost a relief after you’ve had to stand so long, but the wood is soon painful for your knees. I unbuckle your gag and it pops out with another rush of drool, which is embarrassing but does nothing to dampen your lust. That accomplished, I take my stiff cock out of my pants and guide it into your waiting mouth. You suck me off expertly, licking the head and shaft and taking it all into yourself, your head bobbing as you work it up and down in the way you know I like. I decide not to fuck your face this time, and simply let you service me, because I know you will not disappoint me.
Soon enough you feel my cock pulse and throb in your mouth and I grab both sides of your head and shove it all the way in. You go completely passive as I finish myself off, climaxing with a loud moan as semen rockets down your throat and you swallow rapidly to make sure you get it all. I shudder in the throes of it and the aftermath, and you can’t resist being a little naughty by giving the head a final little lick when I withdraw it. I twitch in surprise, then chuckle, then slap your face to remind you who’s in charge.
Still, you know I’m happy with you. I stroke your cheek and tell you that you’ve been a very good girl and now it’s time for the reward I promised. Reaching into a pocket, I pull out a small butt plug and order you to get it wet with your mouth. You do so thoroughly (it is after all in your best interests, since I’m going to stick it in your ass next), and I crouch behind you and work it against your anus, sliding it in while whispering to you to relax, just take it, relax… I get it inside and it provides a comfortable sensation of presence and fullness.
“Now hold that in there like a good girl, okay?" You can hear me moving and then I’m crouched in front of you, holding a Hitachi magic wand, the "personal massager” so popular for its uses in making women come so hard they nearly pass out. It’s a favorite toy, but one you dread a little due to the sheer intensity. I turn it on, and then tease your clit with my finger to make sure it’s standing out properly. Once I’m satisfied, I hold the wand against your pussy and slowly slide it up until it touches your clit. As worked up as you are, the vibrations are just too much and you go over the edge immediately, crying out and writhing in your bonds. “Mmm, yes, that’s a good slut. Now do it again." I remove the wand for a second, then press it right back into your clit and in a very brief period you’re back in orbit again, moaning incoherently in orgasm. I let you recover while telling you what a dirty whore you are, coming so hard while bound and tormented. "Now once more." I jam the wand into your clit and then surprise you by yanking the clover clamps right off your nipples. You scream as the blood rushes back into them: it hurts like wildfire, but goddamn does it feel good into the bargain, and the signals you’re getting from your sore tits and the buzzing vibrator against your clit trigger a third orgasm. Your entire world narrows to your throbbing pussy as you shriek, sob, and thrash. It feels like it goes on forever, but you eventually do come back to your senses to see me still crouching in front of you with a huge smile on my face, a combination of pride, amusement, and a hint of tenderness as well. Through the amazing afterglow of your intense climaxes, you manage to pay enough attention to hear: "That’s my slut. You’ve done so well. Let’s get you untied and then you need a cuddle and a nap. Besides, you’ll want your strength, because I’ve got more fun planned for later…”
Perfect night
