He leaned in, whispering in her ear.
"So I'm gonna have some fun with you, naughty girl. I'm gonna give your body the treatment it deserves."
Her heart thudded furiously at that promise, but before she even knew how to respond, he saved her the trouble. He removed a final item from his pocket - a black rag - and wrapped it around her eyes. As before, her struggles proved useless, and soon enough the blindfold was secured. She was trembling lightly in anticipation. Her helplessness now complete, she couldn't even begin to guess what he was going to do to her. She felt completely vulnerable, and almost as humiliated as she was excited.
On the one hand, she was furious with him for doing this without asking her first. On the other hand, she knew what he was doing, and she appreciated him for it. He was trying to act out her fantasy. He didn't give her a say and was "forcing" her to do this because he knew it would get her juices flowing. And flowing they were. She felt a bit mortified at the thought. It wouldn't be long before her arousal became very apparent, and in the position she was in, he'd get a nice, close-up view of just what his actions were doing to her.
For a moment he merely continued to stroke her thigh, apparently giving her a chance to get her bearings. When he stopped, she was no longer trembling, but she was still tense, waiting for him to make his first move.
He began to rub his hands over her body. One thing she had been open about was how much she loved the feel of his strong, sturdy hands caressing her everywhere. He ran them over her thighs, her torso, her breasts and shoulders. He only rarely touched her pussy, and when he did, he just quickly, lightly brushed his palm over her like a ghost. He appeared to be building things up slowly, which made her feel more at ease. She began to relax more, breathing steadily.
He cupped her breasts in his hands, squeezing them lightly and rubbing his palms against her nipples. She shuddered, and they hardened at the touch. He knew her nipples were very sensitive, and one of the most surefire ways to get her warmed up. Once the pink buds were nice and firm, he ran his fingertips lightly over them. He rubbed them both simultaneously, and she shuddered again, twitching lightly against the ropes. The contact seemed to send shockwaves through the rest of her body, from her pussy to the soles of her feet. When she was shuddering consistently, he changed his tactics.
He took her nipples between his thumb and forefinger and began pinching them. He alternated between pinching and rubbing, occasionally tugging on them, until she was moaning lightly against her gag. The delicate skin above her breasts was flushed red, and she was sure her cheeks - the only exposed part of her face - were bright red as well. Normally he talked to her when he was playing with her body (sometimes dirty, sometimes romantic) but he stayed completely silent. Something about this only increased her arousal, making her body even more sensitive. The thought that he was doing this to her and she couldn't stop him - that he was playing with her like a toy, like a passive observer - made her body heat up faster.
When he'd apparently gotten his fill of her breasts, his hands drifted further. She was sure he could hear her heart hammering against her chest as his fingers drifted toward her pussy. As many times as his fingers (and mouth, and cock) had been down there, it had never been when she was so vulnerable like this. He didn't touch her directly at first. He parted her labia, apparently examining her clinically. She knew she was wet at this point, but she wasn't sure quite how much. He didn't make any noise to indicate anything about what he saw. Instead, he let his fingers do the talking.
He started by trailing them up and down the length of her vulva slowly, teasing her, never directly touching her pussy or her clit. The fingers trailed her labia, danced around her most sensitive areas, but never actually touched them. His fingers got wet, and he spread the moisture, getting her nice and ready.
He then pulled away for a moment, and she listened as he rustled around. He left the bed momentarily and she heard drawers opening. When he came back, she could hear him opening a bottle of something and squeezing it. Lube was all she could think of, and this was confirmed when his fingers joined her again. He began to rub the smooth, warm liquid all over her sex, this time briefly brushing over her clit as he coated everything. She jumped slightly every time he brushed that delicate bud, her body already feeling more sensitive than she was used to.
Her heart beat furiously as he fully coated her with the lube and then pulled his fingers away. What exactly was he planning? Was he going to penetrate her already?
For a moment there was more rustling around, and then his hands were on her breasts again. He pinched and touched her nipples until they were back to their rock hard state, and then, without warning, her left nipple was clamped by the claws of something warm and plastic.
She squealed, body jerking against the ropes. It didn't really hurt, but it was the last thing she had expected. She let out a string of garbed protests, for the first time wondering if he was going to push her too far with this. She'd watched enough porn to know what he was attaching to her - nipple clamps. A light version, by the feel of them, but clamps nonetheless. Not heeding her protests, he clamped the second one on to her right nipple, and then pulled away as she twitched and moaned.
They didn't hurt too much, but the light pressure would serve as a constant reminder that they were there. The feeling served what she imagined was its purpose - the stimulation was just enough to make her feel horny. Clearly, his intention with leaving those on was to ensure she remained in a state of constant arousal. That, and to remind her who was in charge.
Still he remained silent, not making a single noise as she squealed and flailed. Again, the feeling that he was doing these things with a sort of clinical detachment only served to turn her on more. She imagined how she must have looked - gagged, blindfolded, legs high in the air, lube-coated pussy displayed to the world, clamps on her heaving breasts. The sheer thought of what she must look like made her feel terribly embarrassed and even more terribly horny.
She wondered what was next for her as she heard him rustling around again. She practically snorted breath through her nose, her heart beating hard as she waited for him to return to her. Now that her breasts were taken care of, she figured he was probably getting ready to move on to the main event. Just what he had planned, though, was anyone's guess. She had no idea when or where he had acquired nipple clamps. Who knew what else he had gotten in the month he'd spent getting ready for this moment?
She figured it out soon enough as he resumed his seat on the bed. She had her suspicions, and they were confirmed as the silence was filled with a sudden harsh buzzing that was all too familiar. She jumped at the sudden noise. This was a tool she was familiar with. They'd bought the little vibrator years ago in an attempt to solve some of their problems. Although it hadn't been a magical cure, she was very well acquainted with the buzzing machine.
As soon as it started, however, it stopped. She was confused, but the next moment his hands were on her again. He rubbed her thighs before bringing two fingers between her legs. He slowly rubbed them up and down her slick pussy, from her opening to her swollen clit. He rubbed circles around her clit teasingly before touching it directly. She moaned softly, biting down on the rag in her mouth. Her legs began to twitch in the air as he stimulated her more directly.
"Mmmmrgh," she moaned, beginning to grind her hips, trying to push them more toward his hand. He was only touching her lightly, teasing her, but still enough to make her tremble at the contact. He continued touching her this way for a few minutes, and when he finally stopped, she felt light-headed with lust, groaning openly now, feeling as though just a little bit more touching, a bit more direct stimulation, would send her over the edge within seconds. Her cunt was dripping with arousal.
That's when the buzzing came back.
She jumped again, though she'd been anticipating it. She'd figured out his apparent plan; getting her all worked up until she was begging for it, and then using the vibe to go in for the kill. That was precisely what he did. The buzzing didn't start and then stop this time. It kept on buzzing, and the buzzing got closer.
He first pressed the tip of the vibe just above her cunt, getting her body used to the intense sensation before bringing it to her most sensitive spot. He moved it up her sex slowly, taking his time. She was whimpering with anticipation when he finally circled the vibe around her clit before giving her the contact she craved.
Her body jolted, her whimpers turning into muffled yelps as she trembled violently. He moved it around in a circular motion, giving her just enough contact to tease and pleasure but not enough to hurt. She cried out, wiggling her hips and grinding against the incessant little machine.
Her guess had been right; she exploded into an almost painful orgasm in no time at all. All of it was too much. The bondage, the clamps, the "forcing," the clinical silence. Her pussy was as ready as it was ever going to get, and it didn't take much teasing of that little bud before her muscles finally contracted, her body trembling as the shockwaves claimed her. She had no idea how loud she was being; all she knew was that she was lost in a void of pleasure more intense than anything she had experienced in a long time.
