Aroused

She understood how people felt back in the medieval days, strung out upon a rack. Her wrists were drawn so tightly that she could barely flex her fingers. Her thighs were tied open, spread embarrassingly wide, and her ankles bound too.

Open. Vulnerable.

He sat, a dark shape across the room. The light shining upon her body threw him into shadow. If not for the occasional shift of his body, she would have thought he had left. But no, he lingered there, staring at her.

She swore she could feel the weight of that glance, touching her tits, her nipples, drawn tightly into buds in the cool room. Perhaps she could feel his eyes stroking her pussy, each succulent lip devoured in a look. Her clit was swollen with her humiliation.

HE WATCHED HER.

After forever and another minute passed, a creak from across the room drew her attention. He stood, moved towards her. From the shadow that was his form, a hand appeared in the light that bathed her body. A finger trailed up from her toes to her ankle. It slipped up along her inner calf, before curling up and around her knee.

“Oooh,” she squealed, trying unsuccessfully to move away. Silly, since she could barely wiggle her bottom. It set her fat tits to bobbling, though, and the finger rose from her ticklish knee to flick at one bouncing nipple. Her moan changed, deepened.

“This is desire. Arousal. The need to be touched…”

She swore she could feel His voice, a deep sound in the quiet dark room, in her bones.

“But for you, little one, an even deeper need. This.”

His flicking ceased, and he pinched her nipple firmly between that teasing forefinger, and his thumb. Arching with the sudden pain, she sucked in a breath.

“Yes,” he murmured, “You need this. As do I…”

His voice trailed off his hands gripped her tits, squeezing the soft flesh firmly until she whimpered. Quick as a striking snake, he slapped her face. A tear, single and sweet, pooled in her eye as she stared at him. Her cheek glowed from his hand; though she could not rub it with her wrists secured, she could feel the sudden heat.

His fingers pinched her tits, bruising the tender skin, drawing an assortment of noises from her. A quick slap on her left tit was followed by a pincering grasp of her nipple, and a shockingly sudden twist.

“OWIE!” she yelped, struggling. “It’s not the oven nob, there, Sir!”


“Perhaps not,” he agreed, “But I’m certain that it’s turning you on.”

She giggled, then moaned as he continued torturing his way down her body. He pinched her inner thigh, then caressed the apex of her pussy, but never quite touched where she yearned.

“Want something, slut?” He murmured.

“Yesss!” Her voice turned pleading. “I need you to touch me…I need to cum, Sir.”

“Ah. You want to cum, but that’s not the same as need. You need food. You need water-“

“I need it Sir. I really need to cum!”

“Are you sure?”

If she hadn’t been desperate, she might have taken note of the silky tone of his voice. But need overcame sense, and she nodded, and continued to beg for his touch. Still his fingers teased her, hurt her. Her cheek throbbed where he’d slapped her repeatedly, her nipples ached, but her cunt, aching with need, remained untouched.

How much time passed before he relented? She wondered how long he’d been tormenting her, how much more she could bear of his cruel fingers before she begged like a child for it to stop. If she did that, there’d be no orgasms for the month, she knew. She quivered when he spoke in her ear, his voice, carried in a caressingly warm breath.

“Okay, you may cum.”

His footfalls moved away, out of the light.

“But…Sir…”

“Patience, little one,”

In a moment or two he returned, carrying his favorite toy.

“I thought you’d fuck me, Sir.” She tried not to sound petulant.

“You were mistaken. I will take my pleasure from you, little one. In my own time, in my own way, as always.”

“Yes Sir,” she replied, eyes downcast. She watched as he placed the bulbous head of the wand against her cunt. Felt it as he wedged it tightly between her pussy lips. Still, nothing happened, and he walked out of the light again.

She strained to hear, but he was quiet. The sound of duct tape being pulled off the roll was loud, and made her jump. She wanted to ask, but managed to shut her mouth. If she was too rude, too pushy, he’d stop this and she so desperately needed release.

Back at her side, he adjusted the wand and began taping it to her inner thigh.

“That’s going to hurt when I rip that off,” he mused. Then laughed quietly. She bit her lip, keeping silent.

“Good girl,” he said with humor, slapping her thigh. “This is what you wanted, to cum, am I correct?”

“Yes Sir!” she replied promptly, excitement in her voice.

“So be it!,” he said, and flicked the vibe to “on” mode.

The first orgasm came quickly, her body primed for release. She whimpered that she was done, and “Thank you Sir,” but still he played with her tits, ignoring the buzzing vibe.

“Oh! It’s so…too…oh…Sir!”

Her body arched with the stimulation, coming again. Again, the “Thank you Sir,” and again he ignored her, pinching and pulling her nipples, grabbing her tit meat and squeezing and kneading it.

“Oh GOD…plea….AAAaaaa…”

She came again.

And again. Tears, pleading, crying, begging him to stop, please.

“Cum for me, little one.”

Her body shook and quaked as the dastardly machine ripped another orgasm from her. He moved, then, placing his hand over her abdomen.

“Your muscles are shaking and quivering, and it’s only been seven orgasms!” He exclaimed. “It’s such and amazing feeling!”

By the eleventh she was muttering endless streams of “omygawd omygawdohmygawd…”. By fifteen she was drooling; sloppy, soaked with sweat and cum and tears.

As she quivered through the eighteenth wave, she barely felt the tape being pulled from her quaking thigh. She screamed as he jabbed into her sopping cunt with his stone-hard cock. He fucked her roughly, as she clenched around him, coming continuously. He held the vibe against her clit as he drove her up and over into incoherence. Strange words came from her mouth, along with grunts and moans. Her pussy gripped his shaft, her body trembling fiercely. With a final push, he buried himself in her belly as his cock injected streams of semen into her.

With a flick of his thumb, he turned off the vibe, and smiled, stroking his palm down the side of her face as she, still quivering, now slept. They’d both gotten exactly what they wanted.

He was pleased.

15 minutes

in 15 minutes

I’ll have you melted

into a soft wet puddle on the floor.

it will happen that fast–I know what buttons to push, you see. I know what it does to you when I grab your nipples like this…yesss…and twist them just like this.

your knees wobble a bit, your eyes open wide, as does your hungry mouth. those noises…so sexy…grunts…moans…whimpers…the sound of an animal. no words, no cohesive thought…just the guttural sounds of pain.

the pleasure is there too. I can smell it, rising from between your legs. your cunt is dewy with it, slippery and slick with wanting. you want something more, I know, more than the torment I visit upon your nipples.

those pearls are hard now, little pebbles between my thumb and forefinger. I love how they feel when I roll them this way. nubbins with a firmness that I like to squash–just to hear those noises from you.

in 15 minutes, how many orgasms will you have from the pain you suffer for me? when I grab your titties this way, my entire hand crushing them in my grip, my knuckles white, while I leave deep red impressions on your soft skin?

it makes me hard.

watching those marks bloom across your flesh, knowing that I am the one who painted them on there…knowing that you desire to be hurt as much as I desire to hurt you. lean into me…let me smell your fear and curiosity.

so fucking sexy.

your tits are hot against my chest, but my hands seek a new target. your ass is full and succulent, a perfect canvas for my next work. my cock is pressing hard against my jeans. my belt slips from the loops, folds over my hand, and lashes that softness, as you lean against me.

a fistful of hair moves you to where I need you to go…over the edge of my chair here, don’t fucking move.

the jolt of your body as my belt slaps your ass feeds a hunger in me. more…take more of this, sweet cunty whore. your ass turns red in stripes…my eyes dance over the hot marks. I did this. I lashed you, my slut. the silver tracking down your inner thigh is almost my undoing…you cunt! you seek to distract me here?

my hands sting as I slap your bottom; I hear the familiar whimper as you cum, watch your body tremble with the effects of your orgasm, smell the succulent scent rising from you.  a puddle forms as liquid slips from you.

in 15 minutes, there will be a bigger mess on the floor between your thighs, as I fuck you brainless, and cum deep inside your belly.

I will enjoy the view when you lap it up.

9:36 p.m.

i got His 7:00 p.m. text at 9:03 p.m. i’d stayed up late to watch a show on t.v. while finishing up some work.

i’ve been staying up toooooo late, and i’ve been drag-ass tired this last week. Lots to do, more canning to accomplish, more harvesting (which will lead to yet more canning) and …my vanilla life is simply close to overwhelming just now.

And i told this to Master, that i needed to get to bed earlier than the midnight i’ve been running all week. Coz, yanno, i get these great ideas for stories as i lay in bed, and i spring up and write them. Likely coz i’ve not had day time to write all week.

it’s a conundrum to be sure.

So, back to the text.

you may have another  O tonight, same rules as last night’s orgasm. However.

the deed must be done by 10:00.

After 10:00 you are on ZNN.

So i called Him. And we chatted, shared our days a bit. He interrupts something i was saying.

“9:33”

Oh, oh, i have less than 30 minutes to get this O in!  And i was gifted an O this afternoon, which makes the 2nd O of the day a bit longer to chase.

And we chat for a bit more and finally He says “slut, it’s 9:36. Get to work. Goodbye.”

And we’re done! He’s so succinct like that!

And i put the clamps on my pussylips, and the pegs on my nipples, and retrieve Dildo Dan…and start. First trek is half-way up that mountain.

And i’m horny in my head. And a bit in my pussy…how can i talk to Him and not feel that deep need well to the surface?

So i press onward (heh heh…)….

and my pussy lips are throbbing with the clamps and that’s pretty erotic, and the vibe is hitting them and i’m really starting the climb now.

And then, i’m halfway there, and i have to stop. And inside, i’m worried. Twofold worried…will i be able to “re-catch” that amorphous slutty feeling, and what the fuck time was it.

i couldn’t help it. i grabbed my phone and pressed the button.

9:48

Geezuz!!! i guess it had taken some time to catch heat!!

Now my heart is fluttering and i’m thinkin..”oh my goddess, if i don’t get this O i’m totally screwed until Friday night — 48 hours away…”

And my body is saying “slut, fer gawdsakes, you had an O this afternoon, and you’ve been working all day, what the fuck do you expect of me…

And i flip Dildo Dan back on and then i’m powering on….my clit is throbby, my pussy lips ache…and my nipples are throbby.

And i think of sin.

isn’t that strange?

But there it is. No, not the church version  sin, subsister sin!

She talks often about pain…wait…let me find one of those relevent posts…..http://findingmysubmission.blogspot.com/2011/08/games-people-play.html …

she talks about having to cum with pain..and i get that.  Right now, at this moment, i’m remembering all her posts about pain and chasing orgasms.  And she talks about how hard it can be sometimes, the pleasure chasing the pain, then pleasure is ahead, then pain again….it’s like a race (that’s my interpretation, btw)..

And i’ve never been too bothered about it before. i love the pain. And to be completely honest, i crave it, need it, to cum. Not always, but often. And He plays with that, sometimes not letting me have nipple pain, just teasing my clit until i’m so wound up i can’t help but explode…

But this night, all i could think about was the time limit..like sins post here: http://findingmysubmission.blogspot.com/2011/08/call.html and i thought…i’m chasing that fucking orgasm, and time is ticking, i hear it in my head..

or is it the heartbeat echoing from my clit?

And i’m working for it, dying for it, lusting for it. And it hurts, my pussy lips, my nipples…all afire, and pushing away the orgasm, even while they incite me to higher “lusty” places….

… it won’t.

Fucking.

Come.

er

cum?

And i’m flopping like a fish on my bed, (and isn’t that as unsexual an image as i’ve ever put in your head before??! ) and i’ve lost my fantasy, and i’m feeling.

yeah.

feeling alright.

Horny.

Turned on.

Pain.

A lot of pain.

and lust.

So wet.

So needing to cum.

Chasing the orgasm. And i hear the clock in my head, like Captain Hook’s alligator in Peter Pan….

And honestly, i don’t think i can make it. It’s gotta be almost 10!

i can’t look.

i need to look.

i’m so close.

What the FUCK time is it…

and i exploded.

Literally, like a cum balloon (oh, goody, two gross images in one post. Aren’t you glad you get this for free?!)…my legs are shaking…not trembling…my arms are numb, the dildo is vibing painfully intense against my pussy and i’m bent like a bow…arching and cumming and squirting and so. fucking. alive.

except.

i thought i might be dying.

my heart…racing …no…thundering in my chest…and i think…ogods, how will this look on the obit page?

and then i laughed and knew it would be okay.

i got the feeling back in my nipples first.

yeah.

intense whallop of pain there, followed by the swollen ache of my clamped pussy lips…

I grabbed my phone.

9;56

thank you goddess….i made it.

i texted Him…something simple and innocuous…”mission accomplished”…that might have been too long actually, my fingers were still numb…*laugh*…

and then after a few more minutes, i sat up and wrote down the salient points so i could recount this tale to you.

er…except for the flopping fish part…that’s pure “day or two later” mode talking there!

Thank You, Master for one whopping, powerful, unbelievably intense Orgasm–it was worth every second of frustration…then again…You know that already, don’t You?!