Alison squirmed as much as her binds allowed her to move, testing them for weaknesses. But there was no give. She was truly helpless.
Alison was a slim, slightly taller-than-average woman. She had thick red hair and her cheeks were dotted with a small number of freckles. She had green eyes, and B-cup breasts. She was just a beautiful woman and looked even more beautiful in her current position. She had been waiting for this moment for over ten years. John was finally going to play with her, just like how she had fantasised for so long.
John had bound her spread-eagle to a bed and her body was stretched out close to its limit. Her back was arched, making her breasts stick out. Her position was uncomfortable, but at the same time, sexy. She shivered and bit her lip to hold back her nerves. He had bound her arms above her head, using cuffs that were attached to opposite corners of the bed, and her ankles were cuffed the same way. He also blindfolded her, meaning she couldn't see what he was planning. All she could do was listen and wait, as her senses entered overload from the deprivation of her sight.
Alison's body was on fire with passion. Her nerve endings were so sensitive that a feather dragged across her body would feel like an electric shock. She eagerly anticipated what he would do next, and her imagination ran wild with possibilities. Her mind wandered to what she had read online about BDSM. She thought of medieval-style torture tools, of electricity, of whips and gigantic dildos. The strange thing was that while those possibilities scared her, they excited her even more.
'What is wrong with me?' Alison wondered. She felt conscious of the heat between her legs. There was not a single part of her that John could not see or touch. Right now, her body well and truly belonged to John. She tested her bondage again and her breathing quickened. What was he planning?
The questions raced in Alison's mind until they were silenced immediately by John's hand. He affectionately stroked up her thigh. His voice was hypnotically soothing and protective as he spoke.
Alison had a crush on her dom ever since they were teenagers. He had short, black hair, wide shoulders and was just tall enough that if they stood side-by-side, her head would be at his chest. He had just the right amount of stubble, long enough to shape and frame his face but not too long that it appeared messy. Most of all, she loved his blue eyes. This was a moment she had been waiting for and she was going to savour every second.
"Tell me how you're feeling, Alison."
Alison pulled on her bonds again and took stock of her situation. There was no doubt about it. She had no control.
"Helpless and nervous." She moaned.
"I want you to take deep breaths." John purred. He placed his hand on the center of her chest. If it was just a little to the left or right he'd be groping her. She wanted that so bad. His touch on her sensitive nipples. Her mouth made an o-shape as she wriggled for him. She obeyed and slowed her breathing.
"I want more." She whispered.
"You know your safeword," John said. He stroked his hand downwards and over her belly. His skin was rubbing against her so nicely that it made her nerves tingle. "You can make me stop any time and I won't do anything that would harm you. If you want me to stop, say the safeword without hesitation. Is that understood?"
Alison purred at the electric, tingling sensations as his hand stroked her naked body. Heat flushed through her again and her hips bucked with desire.
"Please...I want it." She gasped.
She couldn't see it, but John grinned at her decision. His hand stroked up her chest. He cupped her breast and popped her nipple into his mouth. His warm, wet tongue flicked against her pink, sensitive nub torturously. He gently clamped down with his teeth. He bit just hard enough that she could feel the pressure of his teeth against her skin. Alison's voice caught in her throat as she rode the train of sensation. John's other hand worked its way downwards, toward her hip. She arched her back as much as her bonds would allow, trying to give him a better angle as her body begged for attention.
"Stroke my pussy, please!" She whimpered. John chuckled and ran his fingers around the crook of her hip. His hand wandered but stayed clear of her pussy. He stroked just around it, just close enough that she was within touching distance, but then he would stroke in the other direction.
After a long period of torturous teasing, John granted Alison mercy. He stroked his hand up and down her pussy while flicking his tongue intensely over her nipple. Alison squirmed in delight and moaned for more as her pussy moistened. He upped his speed and soon she was dry-humping his hand as if her sanity depended on it. He savored the way her whimpers rose and fell in pitch as he pleasured her.
As soon as John felt Alison was getting used to the motion, he drew his hand away and instead bit down on her nipple.
Alison moaned in confusion and then cried out louder as he bit down on her. He was gentle enough not to hurt her too badly, but also enough that she could feel the pinch. She rocked hard against her bondage in a mix of frustration and pain, growling as she pulled against her cuffs.
"You motherfucker!" She gasped.
John chuckled in response. "You didn't think this would be easy, did you?" He lifted his mouth off of her breast. "I'm going to tease you until you're a complete mess." He watched Alison purse her lips in annoyance as he spoke, and looked down to see her trying to sway her hips seductively.
John's biting hurt like a bitch, but she had to admit, the heat it brought her was intoxicating. She just wanted more. She needed it to get rougher. She needed more stimulation. Alison was enjoying this.
She felt something firm and rubber against her lips. She huffed in protest, her mind racing as to what had been thrust at her mouth.
"Open your mouth, or I'm getting the nipple clamps," John growled.
Alison squeaked and struggled harder. Nipple clamps? Just how kinky was he? And would he follow through with his threat? Would she even mind if he did? She was unsure, but she knew one thing: he could make her nipples sting like a bitch! Besides, it wasn't like John was giving her a real choice.
Alison opened her mouth. A firm, rubber ball was pushed between her lips. She knew within a couple of seconds that she had been ball-gagged, as John firmly clasped it into place around the back of her head. Her lips stretched around the rubber, which tasted sterile as she flicked her tongue against it.
Once she was gagged, Alison felt the hard smack of leather against her chest. She cried out in protest and squirmed, as he smacked her again with a riding crop. Pain flooded through her chest and left her feeling open and vulnerable, especially as she realized that he could whip her as much as he wanted. She had no way of escaping whatever John would have to give whether it was pleasure or pain. John smacked the crop against all her most sensitive spots. He whipped her chest, her nipples, her inner thighs and even right on her pussy with slow, deliberate contact.
"Quietened down now?" She heard John's voice taunting her.
"Mm-hmm." Alison's gag stopped her from saying anything else.
"You're starting to realize just how helpless you are." John teased. As she felt a weight on her chest, Alison balled her hands into fists, imagining it would be the whip smacking down again on her sensitive skin. But instead, it was John's soothing, stroking hand. She purred as he rubbed her down, the heat of the whip faded into a smooth tingle. Warmth radiated through her body again and she tried to press upward into his hand.
"You're a tied up, exposed toy for me to use," John said quietly. "I can do whatever I like to you, and all you can do is beg. Your body is so stretched out and helpless...and I love it."
Suddenly, John reached his hand downwards. He parted her pussy lips and placed his middle finger right on her clit. Electricity zapped through Alison's hips as pleasure rocked her body. Her eyes rolled backward and ecstasy took over as he played with her clit so expertly.
