Hotels – An Encounter · Part 2

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One by one he picks up the training weights and places them on the machine, 5Kg, 10Kg, 15Kg, 20Kg. With each increase she wriggles her body to accommodate the tension and sensation. Not painful but becoming uncomfortable. At 35Kg the edges between pain, pleasure and sensual arousal merge. He stops adding weights. He brushes his fingers across her forehead, down her neck and tests the tension and "lifting" effect on her breasts. He declares, "It's time to get you dressing gown off". "That's impossible as my arms are through the sleeves unless you intend releasing me fist”, she points out.

"No need", as he approaches her with scissors and piece by piece cuts away the only protection she had from exposing her naked body to him and the thousands of potential onlookers from the city below and windows in the countless skyscrapers. Shredded dressing gown lies at her feet and he stands back to admire and absorb the beauty of her stretched body. He paces slowly around her like an animal that is stalking its prey and she can watch him in the reflections from the windows. “As I said in the bar your reaction to the screen shot showed your excitement but if we are both to derive pleasure this evening I need to ask you some questions” he says.

“Will you answer truthfully?” “Yes” she replies, her mouth and throat feeling dry from excitement. “Have you been tied with ropes before?” “Yes” “Have you ever had your breasts bound?” “Yes” “Have you ever had clamps or suction cups applied to your tits?” “No” “Have you been caned or hit with a riding crop?” “Yes” “Have you been whipped?” “No” “Do you enjoy being teased or edged?” “Yes” “OK”, he replies, “So now I know the new experiences you will be enduring tonight”. Again he leaves the gym and during his absence she struggles to try and pull the weights down or free her ankles but to no avail.

The effects of the wine earlier in the night have been eradicated by the adrenalin rush she now feels. A heady cocktail of fear and anticipation at what is follow. He returns bringing lengths of rope, a riding crop, a whip, suction cups, vicious looking screw clamps and a bag of clothes pegs. “As you have some experience of breast bondage I will start with that” he says. As he winds rope around the base of her breast she thinks this is typical of the photos she has seen on the Internet. Her other breast is similarly made to swell and stand proud from her chest. But then something different.

He takes a very long length of rope, makes a loop half way along, and passes it around her upper torso. He positions the two strands carefully one each side of her nipples and starts to pull the rope tighter and tighter. He then continues to work the separate strands above and below her nipples pulling each tighter as it passes around her back. The effect is to squash her breast tissue flatter and flatter against her chest and to cover the ropes already wrapped around the base of each tit. But her nipples are forced out between the ropes to become engorged and sensitive. He twists each of her nipples painfully, then produces the clamps.

They are indeed vicious looking things unlike anything she has seen before. They have slightly rounded teeth on each end to ensure that once they are applied they will not slip or move. And unlike other clamps, where the screws serve to limit the pressure applied by the springs inside the clamps, these screws work the opposite way to increase the pressure applied without any limit. He carefully manipulates each nipple and aureola into the jaws of the clamps and begins turning the screws. He judges the pressure to apply by the reactions she exhibits. At first her face shows defiance.

The screws are turned a few more times and the hint of a smile on her face signals blissful acceptance bordering on pleasure. He flicks the clamps and her smile widens. A few more turns of the screws and the onset of discomfort is displayed. He asks, “Are you OK there? If at any time you want me to stop just say “Banana” as a safe word and I will release you instantly”. “I'm fine” she replies. “In that case we need to increase the intensity”, he warns. Turn by turn the screws are tightened and the teeth of the clamps relentlessly continue to bite into her nipples. Her face contorts into a grimace. He flicks the clamps again.

Still more pressure is applied and her whole body begins to twitch to distract from the pain. Three more turns and a scream is finally brought from her. Accepting this is enough pressure for now he stops and stands back to watch. “I will let you become accustomed to the pain for a moment before I continue. But you can choose between the riding crop or the whip next. So what's your preference?” “The riding crop please sir”, she whispers. It's black with a short leather thong at the end. He bends it to test its suppleness and strikes it through the air producing a fearsome whistle. He strokes it across her buttocks. They clench in anticipation.

He moves to her front and stokes the end from her ankle past her knee, over her thigh and into the moistening cleft of her womanhood. He plays it back and forth like playing the strings of a violin, then continues down her other thigh and on to her ankle. Moving to her side he places the crop against her stomach taking aim. She closes her eyes and hears the whistle as the crop flies through the air. But he's teasing, it was nowhere near her. By now she begins to wonder if he will ever use it in earnest. He moves behind her and to the side and pretends to take aim on her backside as she watches every move in the reflections from the windows.

Without warning one sweeping cutting stoke lands from nowhere with such severity she bucks from the pain and can't find the breath to scream. Immediately a pink welt appears. Yes she's been cropped before but never so hard at the first stroke. If this is a taste of what's come come she might be screaming bananas soon. “Close your eyes and keep them closed or else you will receive another that hard” he demands. Obediently she complies and hears his movement. The crop touches her stomach and she flinches. Another whistle and no pain. Another whistle and the inside of her right thigh has been struck. Another whistle and she attempts to close her legs but there's no contact.

Then the inside of her other thigh receives a strike. “Are you ready to receive five more gentler strokes on your backside” he asks. She hesitates then nods. Six distinct welts adorn her bottom and he tenderly caresses her saying how well she's taken the punishment. “As a reward you can open your eyes and I will release some of the pressure on you breasts”, he says. The ropes squashing her tits are removed but not the bindings around each base nor are the clamps removed. He applies a few more turns to the clamp screws on her nipples until her shaking body signals that's enough. Next the clothes pegs are used to create what he calls “halos” on each breast.

He pulls on the nipple clamp to extend her breast and begins applying the pegs around her flesh. In all about 20 pegs have been applied to her left breast. About 17 pegs are all he can fit to her smaller left tit. Her arousal level is increasing and the moistness between her legs is very apparent. His fingers begin to test her and explore deeper into her. She manoeuvres to heighten her pleasure but he removes his fingers. “Not yet”, he says. Then his fingers return to manipulate and to tease until her own restricted movements on his hand seem enough to complete her orgasm but he abruptly moves away again. He announces, “It's time for the next stage to commence”.

All the clothes pegs are removed leaving dents and impressions where they have bitten into her flesh. If only she could reach her breasts to massage them and ease the tingling pain. But he obliges and performs that task for her. His action also shows its effect on him as for the first time the dressing gown he has been wearing and has tantalisingly refused to expose him now reveals a bulge appearing about his hips. As he massages her, his erection pushes the dressing gown open to reveal he is a muscular well-endowed individual. “You need to be more tightly secured for this next stage”, he advises.

The ropes encircling each breast have several feet of loose rope and the intended reason becomes apparent as he pulls her right breast towards the support frame of the gym apparatus. She moves her body to that side to relieve some of the tension as he ties the rope to the frame. Next her left breast is pulled to the other side of the frame with such effort that her body is brought back to the centre of the apparatus. Now she is very securely fastened, breasts stretched outwards and no ability to move her body. He slips out of his dressing gown and approaches her. Fingers test and open her ready to accept him. He enters her, deeply. And stretches her.

She awaits his thrusting and tries to move to encourage that, feeling her climax could be near. But instead he withdraws. Damn, yes she had said earlier in his questioning that she enjoyed being teased and edged and now regrets that answer. The pain in her nipples is excruciating as he removes the toothed clamps from them. He kisses and sucks each in turn. Is this an act of kindness or for his gratification? It's not an act of kindness. After moistening each nipple, areola and tit with his tongue he proceeds to apply the vacuum suction cups to each nipple.

What was a crushing effect from the clamps now turns into a stretching and pulling sensation as her tit ends are pulled into and confined by the cups. Satisfied that they are fully deployed he picks up the whip. “I know you have never experienced a whipping”, he recalls, “so I will go gently at first until I judge you are ready for the final stage”. Standing behind the frame she sees the reflection of him adjusting his position and measuring the distance to her body to ensure the whip will land where he plans. The first strokes, more gentle flicks than whipping, land on her back and he works them up and down, reminding her of a gentle beating with the twigs found in Swedish saunas.

Then he lands some more aggressive stokes that do sting and will leave marks for some time.

He adjusts his position to stand much closer to the frame, far too close to wield the whip in her opinion. But his experience shows again as he wields the whip with some force. It curls around the gym apparatus's frame, barely licks her stomach, then curls around the other side of the frame to finally land on her back again with a stinging crack that forces her to involuntarily jump only to find her restraints prevent any movement, but do cause further tension in her tits.

“I can land my shots with great precision, that's why you need to be held securely” he explains. After several more precise back stokes using the same technique he moves further back from the frame. This time as the whip's tail curls around the frame he has judged the length to deliver blows to her stomach, first from the left then from the right. “Remember your safe word, “bananas” you may need it for the next part”, he warns. Steeling herself for the unexpected as he moves further back the whip's tail is aimed higher and finds it's target on the inside of her right breast. A shriek from her lips confirms the impact was as planned.

A similar stroke from the left curls around to deliver it's sting to the inside of her left breast. Alternate stokes find their mark each time and leave the welts of their contacts. The pain from the vacuum nipple cups is nothing compared to the sting from the whip and she is grateful for their presence in protecting her nipples from the whip. “Now close your eyes for what's to follow”, he advises. After what seems like an eternity he tells her she can open her eyes and is confronted by the same eye to eye contact they had in the bar hours ago. “I am very impressed by what you have endured”.

“And enjoyed” she interrupts, “but what's the final stage please?” “Why it's your orgasm of course, that you have been so close to over the last couple of hours” he says. “But you have a choice again, the dildo or me.” With a lustful look in her eye she chooses him. He enters her for the second time, but as before remains motionless, large and filling but motionless. “Now you have to work for your gratification”, he tells her. And she does, despite the ropes restraining her she manages enough movement in her hips to come…. and come again. When she recovers the lights in the penthouse gym dim automatically, the dawn is rising and sunlight begins to fill the room.

As office lights in the adjoining skyscrapers go out she can see people starting to occupy the offices for their days work. He whispers, “It's time to release you” and does, then follows up with, “I have breakfast for two ordered and it will be here soon. I have to get ready for the workshop I'm running today at the conference centre downstairs. You are welcome to attend if you wish, free of charge. And if you enjoy it then maybe you would like to accompany me as my assistant on the next workshop in three days’ time. It's in the Bahamas and of course all expenses paid. By the way I should ask you your name”. After breakfast the next chapter of her life begins. © 2016 Rope Lover

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