The Opening Line · Part 2 (2/2)
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When I finished with the buckles of the harness, Thom spun me around and checked their snugness for himself. Satisfied I had tightened them sufficiently he pulled my back towards his front, his cock following the cleave of my ass towards its curvature towards my upper thighs. He reached his hands around me; one heading north, the other head south.
His left hand fondled first my left nipple; rubbing, rolling, gently pinching and twisting it then moving on to my right with the same attention. His right hand, however, settled to my now over-eager pussy. He softly circled my clit with his fingers and wasted no time in inserting his middle finger into my very wet depth. My whole body twitched at the touch and attention my wet pussy received. Thom continued his play of my sexes as he guided me towards the wooden-pony setting in the open. The feeling of his wiggling middle finger in my pussy and his index quickly rubbing my magic button made walking difficult.
Thom lined me up to the pony and gently bent me over it, laying my torso along the length of its back. He left me lie there as he fetched what he needed from the dresser. He set one leather restraint and padlock next to my right wrist and wasted no time encircling my left in leather. He buckled the cuff and locked it to the furthest ring my arm would reach. He followed the same procedure with my right wrist then moved to my ankles, securing them to the pony’s hind legs. He buckled a belt around mine and the pony’s waists tightly, ensuring I would not move my body around much. Much to my surprise, Thom also buckled my thighs to the upper legs of the pony. I thought about how quick of a learner he just might be or how many bondage videos he may have watched.
Much to my chagrin, he added a set of connected nipple clips to my ever-sensitive nubs. The chain fit around the top beam my body was held upon, but just. Much movement of my upper torso caused the chain to pull and tighten the clamps pinching my nib-lets. A very quick learner I though again.
The lights of the room dimmed to a lux which made the room more dark than light. I felt a sensuously-light brushing of several straps of leather on my unprotect-able ass. At first the leather thongs tickled my rear and were erratic in their placement. Soon the whip began to land with more precision and intensity. Five minutes later and I had no choice but to whimper against my gag at the sharp sting of my ass and the pull upon my nipples each back-arching smack cause. Thom was issuing me a near expert thrashing upon my openly exposed ass and upper thighs.
It wasn’t until my thrashing ceased that I could center my thoughts upon the lightly tickling trail of my lubricating excretions trickling down my inner thighs from the home base of my pussy. The not-overly-severe but quite well-defined skin-stinging sensation of a near perfect flogging set my secretion producing endorphins into over-drive. Therefore, when Thom placed the tip of his manhood against the opening of my womanhood, there was hardly the least bit of resistance when he pressed forward and slipped inside me.
I may have had to give some instruction in the world of bdsm but he and his cock had pounding a pussy down pat. I felt his length and girth invade every millimeter of my vaginal canal as he worked his thrusting hips from side-to-side, top-to-bottom. My heart skipped several beats as he found a spot I had only heard of men being capable of finding. Thom must’ve read my reaction too and; like an artillery battery closing their shells closer upon the enemy with each progressive shot; he moved and focused his cock until he landed every thrust upon richly sensitive G-spot I had always believed to be almost mythical. Shudders of what felt to be electricity surged throughout my entire body each time his glans slid across the magical spot.
Each feeling of pseudo-electrical impulses I felt from his well-aimed thrusts was like a kick-start to my climax. My ecstasy engine came closer and closer to catching and firing with each progressive thrust. My body felt nothing; no restraints, no pressure of the almost too narrow beam my body lay upon, no pinch or tug upon my nipples; nothing but the wonderful sensation Thom was subjecting upon me and the exotic climb through ecstasy to climax to explosive orgasmic contraction and pulsation.
Thom, however, did not quite see things my way. Almost without missing a beat, he withdrew his wonderful feeling cock and just at the time he would have given me another delightful thrust, I felt his warm cum cover my ass and lower back. I screamed my frustration of his stopping only seconds too soon in to my gag and fought roughly against my restraints. Thom laughed an evil chortle.
“I hoped I didn’t miss time that.” He said only somewhat winded and a bit too gay-fully.
The buds topping my breasts began to feel how much I pulled against them as Thom worked me as I could feel how tight the clamps pinched. The embers of the still present sting from flogging I received reigniting as he laid two quick and none-too-subtle bare-handed slaps upon my derriere, re-serving one slap for each cheek.
I continued to scream an almost-crying fit into the rubber entrenching my mouth and struggled defiantly, though ineffectually, against the leather imprisoning my wrists, ankles, thighs, and waist.
“God-damned-it! I needed to cum worse than he did.” I swore to myself as I exerted every bit of strength I had against my fettering and silencing.
“Was that as good for you as it was for me?” He asked in a pure smart-assed tone.
“What next?” He inquired out loud but clearly to himself.
Thom removed the clamps from my nipples either unknowing of, or, fully aware of; the pain their abrupt removal would cause. I screamed and bucked wildly at each of their removal; wishing my hands was free to help massage the blood back into them. Thom did release my hands only to relock them behind my back before liberating the rest of my body.
He backed me against the south wall and I could only wonder what he had planned next in that evil little mind of his. I knew what was up against this wall, but, as it was almost an undetectable form of restraint to even the most discerning bdsm enthusiasts, I figured he could have no idea of what the beams mounted to the wall could be for. I was most regrettably mistaken.
He lifted my body and allowed the rear half of my butt to rest upon a small but sturdy wood shelf. Thom bent me over, while still holding me up on the jutting wood, far enough for me to smell my sex on his still quite stiff staff. He released my wrist-cuffs from the other and stretch my arms along the horizontal beam mounted to the wall. He locked my wrists to the beam; holding my arms stretched as wide as they could reach and level with my shoulders. He attached the belt he had put around my waist on the pony back around my waist and to the vertical beam behind me. My arms above and below the elbows were tightly strapped to the beam holding my arms outward, removing almost all movement I had in my splayed upper limbs. Straps above and below my breasts completed the restriction of movement upon my torso.
“Now what will he do?” I questioned myself believing he must be as far along as he could possibly understand this device. Alas, and much to my chagrin, I was wrong again.
Thom removed two coils of rope from my rope-drawer and unwound them. He doubled the lengths in half and cinch-looped one section to each ankle-cuff. He lifted and rested my right leg upon his left shoulder as he fed the two loose ends of the thick and durable cord through the eyebolt eight-inches past my left hand. He cursorily hitched the rope and moved on to my right leg as I quietly cursed that he somehow knew what he was doing.
“Have I been fucking duped here or what?” I wondered to myself as he continued his work at my eventual exceptionally wide spread position.
He worked each leg ever farther spread and back towards the wall until my toes touched the wall. Two more tanned and dried and dyed straps of cowhide gird my mid-thigh to the wall and I was stricken with steadfast restriction of movement and splayed as widespread as my body would allow. Thom even found the barber-chair style pump to adjust the bondee (me) to the height of the bonder (him) for perfect alignment.
I knew the device and the position it was designed to hold someone in. I had thought of it as looking like the torso made a ‘t’ cradled inside of the ‘V’ made by my legs. My pussy was as spread and open as a woman could possibly be and vulnerable to any use imaginable.
Thom slid his erect member up and down the slit of my vulva from my clit down to my taint; the head only slightly parting my labia as he used his cock to spread my juices through its journey. The soft caress of the smooth skin of his glans over and between my lips made me horny beyond belief. I wanted him to impale me deeply since I was there for his taking and utterly unable to prevent his use.
After being thoroughly fucked while on the horse and denied my lust-filled release, I needed him to do me and finish me now. But, Thom just kept tormenting my splayed womanhood and teasing my clit each time his cock reached the top of my slit.
Thom let his manhood drop away from my slicked and silky love-brim and collected the clovers he had used on my nipples before. He pulled another set out of the drawer where I kept them. My nipples were still slightly tender from the pinching of the clamps and the tugging that I gave them and spoke about it when he reattached the clamps upon them. I started to protest as much as my silenced maw would allow and shook my head from side to side once it donned on me what he had planned for the other ends. The clamp at the other end of each chain, now leading from each tit-topper, was quickly pinching its corresponding labia. He pulled at the middle of each chain making the clamps squeeze their jaws tighter and elongating my nips and lips.
Thom tied a piece of string to the middle of each chain, threaded the line through a ring on the belts around my thighs, then tied the end of the string to my great toes after stretching my feet flat. Now, if I curled my feet and toes, I pulled the chain and pained their connected targets.
He grabbed one of my canes and started lightly tapping it against the sensitive skin of my inner and under thighs. After about five soft smacks he would land a sharp one, making me bark a yelp of pain. He moved from one leg to the other. After about five minutes of caning my legs, Thom moved to the soles of my feet. He used the same process upon the bottoms of my feet and I couldn’t resist curling my feet on each harder strike; pulling tight on the chains in the process.
The pain was not so great as to block out sensuality and I became ever more aroused and needed to cum ever-so badly. After about another five minutes of tormenting me with the cane, Thom set it down and re-centered himself to me. He slowly spread my lips with his cock and slipped easily inside of me. With each thrust; slow at first but gaining speed with regularity; I could feel the tug of clamps on the delicate folds of skin bracketing him.
Once Thom settled into a good stride he started tugging on the strings between the chains and my toes. Not hard, but enough for me to know he was doing it. However, with each bump of his pelvis against mine smashed the lower clamps between us.
Thom maintained a perfect timing and it was not long before I was moaning deep and regular and building quite quickly to sexual culmination. This time he did not stop. Instead, as he could tell I was getting closer, he started applying steady pressure to the string and when my body erupted in waves of ecstasy, he pulled tight on the strings and held himself buried as deeply inside of me as his cock could reach. I was unable to tell if I had multiple orgasms or one extremely long one; but, whichever it was, I was lost in bliss for what seemed to be an eternity. He popped his seed towards the end of my orgasm and while still pressed hard against and deep inside of me.
Thom released my spent, but recovering, body from my restraints.
Once I was completely free of bindings and toys, Thom knelt in front of me and bowed his head in a gesture that, now, he was mine. An offering I was happy to accept.
I had him interlace his fingers with his hands behind his back and halved one of the ropes he used to truss my legs high and wide. I made a cinch loop and tightened it around his wrists and looped the rope around until there were only several inches left. The loops went about halfway up his forearms to his elbows and started pulling his arms straight out behind him. After tying off the ends, I grabbed a longer coil of rope and a fresh gag from the dresser. Thom did not seem to care much for the gag; a penis-gag; but allowed me to insert it despite his puppy-eyed plea of humiliation.
Once I had the gag deeply buckled I returned to binding his arms. Once I finished his arms were basically in a rope arm-binder which continued from his wrists to mid-bicep and looped around his shoulders, pulling them back and expanding his chest. With how much his eyes widened and his muffled voice complained; Thom must not have known just how much bite the clovers exerted within their jaws.
I pulled out a set of handcuffs which had the chain removed and was two separate cuffs. I locked both of them tightly around his cock and balls; one with the swivel at the top, the other down. I looped a length of string through the swivel at the top and tied it to the chain between the nipple clamps until it lifted his collective up slightly. Another string was attached to the other cuff, ran between his legs, and was tied off to the rope around his wrists. His arms were tied tightly against his ass via the cuff around his package. If he tried to lift his arms away, the string pulled on his cock and balls, thus, pulling the string tied to the nipple clamps.
Thom’s cock was very stiff and sticking out. I smacked it several times to take some life out of it until it was only half interested. I took a roll of thin nylon string and tied on intricate pattern of small diamond-shapes along the length of his shaft. I tied it tight and the skin bulged within the patterns. The head was covered by a criss-cross lattice of string.
I then tied a ball-stretcher out of the string until there was about a three-inch looping of twine between the top of his scrotum and the bulbous shape of his crunched testicles. As I worked with his balls, taking time to softly caress the tender skin on the underside of them. His cock began to find out the ruthlessness of the string tied around it as it reacted to my touch; the skin turning a deep hue of purple and the thin string cutting painfully into the sensitive derma.
I led Thom to the bed and made him lay on his back. I pulled out more lengths of white cotton sashes and bound his legs. I tied a length around his ankles in a rope-cuff then used longer pieces to form a rope sheath up his legs until they were completely covered up to just above his mid-thighs. I made him inch-worm himself until he was centered on the queen-sized bed.
Using the ropes around his shoulders, I tied the top of his body to the head of the bed. Another segment bound his legs to the foot of the bed. He could not move himself on the bed nor his arms or legs due to the numerous loops wrapping them into single units.
I went back to my dresser and pulled out a large fishing line swivel; the kind used for large game fish. I opened the clip side and run it through a hole drilled at the end of the 52” solid mounted ceiling fan above the bed. I tied a piece of nylon string to the string covering the head of his cock. Disconnecting the string tying his nipples to the cuff around his package, I tied the line running from his cock-tie to the piece coming from the nipple chain. Adding another piece, I tied the strings coming from his body to the swivel attached to the fan blade. I turned the fan with my hand to make sure I hadn’t connected it too tightly and assure the motor should turn it.
As the fan turned the blade would pull on his prick or his nipples; each tugged when the fan made a 180 degree revolution. I turned the fan on low.
The string tied in a diamond net on his cock would slide the skin of his shaft up and return down as the string loosened; somewhat stroking him on each rotation of the fan. When it wasn’t pulling on his member, it tugged fairly tightly on his nipples. Thom winced as the fan played with him about four times per second. His cock became quite rigid and purple from the constant fast pulling.
“You better concentrate on the yanking of your prick. You will not be done until you cum.” I told him. I could tell he wasn’t quite fond of the idea of a ceiling fan jerking him off. I watched with amusement. I have used the fan setup to torment my nipples and clit before and found it to be what I call ‘sensually-aggravating’. I wasn’t exactly sure how well it would work on a prick but the string seemed to be sliding his skin a couple of inches on each pull.
I propped his head up with a pillow and climbed onto his upper chest; careful not to catch the nipple clamps as I did; and straddled him with my pussy only a few inches from his face.
I slicked some of my flowing juices onto my fingers and used the slickness to work my clit. Starting slowly, I rubbed myself in front of his face. I hoped my pussy wafted my smell to his nose as I worked myself quickly into a lustful frenzy. Thom’s face showing each tug the fan issued and a frustration at not being able to use his mouth upon the sweetness so close to his filled mouth.
My orgasm released in spasms and I held it out as long as I could; a second and a third overtaking me before the first ever had a chance to fully subside. I slid my crotch up and rubbed my female ejaculate liberally over his face and got off of him.
The string upon his dick was cutting deep as his erection was at its zenith. As the string pulled on him I settled myself upon him and started licking and sucking his balls. They too were a dark shade of reddish-purple. I took the roundness of his bound testicles into my mouth completely and used my tongue upon them fervently. Sucking and tonguing him made his body quiver several times.
About five minutes of oral work on his sperm factory and I could tell he was getting close to reaching his apex and meeting my requirements for stopping the fan. I moved myself to his prick and slowly tongued the bulges of his head coming through the tight bind of it. My tongue working his glans was the last push he needed and his semen soon squirted upon my face.
I turned off the fan and removed the strings tying him to it. I used a pair of safety scissors to cut the string off of his soon shrinking penis. When the string was off I engulfed his manhood with my mouth and worked on him hard. His cock must’ve realized it could get hard without pain once again as it quickly grew inside my mouth and tickled my uvula.
Thom dry cum while I worked my lips up and down his shaft and run my tongue around his head. I continued to suck on him as his orgasm waned. He tried to pull his prick out and away from my incessant oral caresses but had no way to free himself from me. I knew the tip of his cock was now overly sensitive and I kept on even as his erection softened. He moaned and chirped as I continued. I wanted him to know what it felt like when some man continued on a woman’s clit after she had had several orgasms and the touches and workings became too much on over-stimulated sexual nerve endings.
I continued slurping and wet caressing his cock for about ten minutes and could tell he was being driven crazy. With one last slip up his almost flaccid member; creating as hard of a vacuum as my mouth would allow; I elongated him and when his head left my puckered mouth, it did with a loud pop.
I removed the clamps from his nipples and snuggled in next to him. He began to try to say something through his phallus-filled mouth but I ignored him and soon fell asleep.
I woke with my arm around Thom still bound in the center of the bed. I slept very well having orgasms from someone other than my own experienced fingers. I needed to have a bdsm partner whom was trustworthy. Thom proved himself to me. He struggled under me as I run my fingers through the hair covering his chest.
I removed the dildo gag filling and silencing his mouth and untied him. Ropes strewed upon the floor next to the bed we laid and cuddled, softly rubbing and stroking each other. It wasn’t long before Thom was holding my legs over my head and his cock slid in and out of my quite receptive and reactive pussy. I reached climax twice before he reached his own.
“Well?” I breathed between recuperative breaths as we lay facing each other.
“Wow!” Thom breathed as he caught his own breath. “Last night was great! I didn’t get much sleep being bound so uncomfortably, but, I believe I have found a new world of sexual desire.” He admitted with a smile reaching from ear to ear.
We enjoyed a shower and coffee after retreating to the main house, clothes in hand.
Heading towards the main entry Thom inquired about having to be cuffed and blinded on the way back to his car.
“Do you want to be?” I asked.
“I just figured you would like me to be so I wouldn’t know where you lived is all.” He said sounding slightly morose.
“How could you be here next Friday at 7 pm and ready for a full weekend of fun if you didn’t know how to get here. I want you to pay full attention on how to get here.” I said closing in on him and lifting myself on my tip-toes to give his lips a soft kiss. “That’s if you want some more of my world.” I added.
“I’ll be here with bells on.” He replied.
I drove him back to his car. I can’t wait for Friday.
The End… ElectroPainLover
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