This is the third chapter of a fictional tale. As a tale of fiction, it omits many of the safety precautions one should take in a real life situation. Because of this, it should not be considered a template for real life.
Gloria was coming down to reality, more and more. The pain from the clothespins had calmed down to four light stings. Her wrists and ankles still ached and were raw from her struggles with the rope. After regaining some composure, she wondered what little evil was next on his mind.
Her pussy was dripping and it visually showed her desire. But, he knew of this desire. He was the cause of it. He didn’t create it, but he had been the catalyst. He went deep into her mind and used her desire against her. Her sexual needs betrayed her, listening to his torments of humiliation and domination.
Gloria visualized her situation, in her mind. Here she was naked, bound to the four corners of her bed, and her ass jetting up in the air, seductively. He was free to walk about the room, and do anything he wanted. And, because she had agreed he would be her tormentor, anything he wanted was exactly that.
She felt his hand running down the crack of her ass. She shook from this touch, and arched her butt up to meet it. She shivered as his fingers quickly brushed her ass hole. She shuddered when they found her pussy. He gave her pussy a quick slap that quickly brought a yelp from her.
“Are we ready to continue, now?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir.” she answered.
“Do you still want to cum?”
“No, Sir.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, Sir, I’m fine now.”
“All right, then. We will continue.”
He walked up to the head of the bed, leaned over and nibbled Gloria’s right earlobe. She gasped. He nibbled on the left earlobe. She gasped again. His nibbles moved down to her shoulders, leaving red marks as he went. Gloria could feel his hair brush against her back, as he inched down her body. When he got far enough down her body, his hand squeezed between the pillows and her hips. She could feel it as it searched for her clit. She tried to raise her hips allowing his hand better access.
It was very close to her clit, and her eyes fluttered in anticipation of his touch when “Yeow! Hey, what are you doing?” Gloria screamed. She tried to get away from his hand. Instead of searching for her clit, he searched and found her pubic hair. Pulling on a few got quite a reaction. Then, he pulled on a few more.
“Ouch! Hey, that hurts. She did her best to get away from his pinching fingers, but she could only go so far before the ropes stopped her. She could hear him laugh. She knew she was putting on quite a show, in her efforts to keep all of her pussy hair intact. She knew how her ass must look, lurching into the air.
“Just a little bit of fun to get your attention, sweetie.”
But, he continued and Gloria continued to dodge his fingers, as well as she could. Her already weak legs were beginning to ache even more. And, if what this hand was doing wasn’t enough, he began to use the fingers of his other hand to torment her ass hole.
Sweet torment it was, as he slid his fingers lightly over her little bud. Startled at first, Gloria then moaned in pleasure at what he was doing. She was quickly falling into his control, as she had before. He continued this for a while, and Gloria began to respond. But, just as quickly as he started, he stopped. She groaned her disapproval.
No sooner had the groan passed her lips he pulled on her pubic hair, again.
“Ouch! Oh, please stop that and go back to what you were doing,” she pleaded. “You surely know it feels wonderful.”
“Yes, I could tell you liked one over the other.” He pulled on her pubic hair again. Again, Gloria jerked her hips in reaction.
“Ouch! How could you tell?” she said, half smiling.
“Oh, it wasn’t difficult, sweetie,” he said, with a chuckle.
Gloria could hear him walking around the bed. She heard him walk to the night table. He was getting into the same leather bag as before. What could he be planning?
“Well, my pet, it’s time for more fun.”
Gloria groaned. She would be wanting to cum, soon. He was very good at taking her to the edge. She knew it and hated that he was so good at it. He could turn her into a complete sex slut, wanting and even begging to be fucked. It felt unusual, and out of character to the old Gloria. But this new Gloria felt differently.
He walked back to the bed. A distinct buzzing sound was soon filling the room. Soon after that, a vibrator was lightly touching Gloria’s clit. Her clit was sensitive before, but she hadn’t realized just how much. And, the vibrator was cold.
“Oh! That’s cold! But it still feels nice.”
