Author's Note: This short story contains some BDSM elements, including femdom and a strap-on. All characters are well beyond the age of 18, and none were harmed in the writing of this piece. The title is admittedly dumb, yes. ©WednesdaysCoffin 2019. This story cannot be transferred to any other site besides Literotica.com without prior authorization in writing from the author.
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He had no one but himself to blame for his current predicament; after all, he had allowed his sexy mistress to bind him into this position. His upper body was bent over the end of the Victorian fainting couch that he hadn't wanted to buy for their playroom, but now he understood why she had to have it. His wrists were shackled into the leather cuffs that closed with heavy padlocks, chains leading down to the floor where they were each fastened into a large O-ring. There would be no getting his hands free today, that was for sure.
As if this wasn't enough, she had strapped the red ball-gag into place so that he couldn't utter a single word. Once this was done and he was effectively silenced, he had glanced over his shoulder to watch her sifting through their extravagant toy box. His brown eyes widened as he watched her extract a set of clover clamps and strut back toward the couch with them swinging from the tip of her middle finger.
He shook his head slowly to suggest that he didn't want her to use said clamps, and her expression grew stern. "I allow you to use these very same clamps to torture my very sensitive nipples, slave. Are you saying that I cannot return the favor?"
Drool had long since begun to slither out from around the black gag, and he managed to choke out a defeated, "Okay."
"Remember your safe words," she offered sweetly. "If they begin to hurt too much and you want them removed, say red. I will stop the scene and check in to find out what it is that needs adjusting, and you can tell me to remove the clamps. Okay, my beautiful slave?"
He nodded slowly, more drool slipping down onto the velvety redness of the sofa. As he was focusing on the embarrassment of being chained into this position, his mistress laid down beneath him and slid up between his legs. Just as he was wondering why he had allowed their kinky fuckery to escalate to this level, she wrapped her lips around the head of his flaccid cock and sucked him in before releasing his flesh with a loud pop. His eyes nearly rolled back into his head at the feel of her lips wrapped around the thick ridge, and he felt his length beginning to twitch.
"I know that you're not truly a switch," she stated simply from beneath him. "I realize that this scene is way outside of your comfort zone, but I greatly appreciate that you're willing to experience new things with me." She licked up his stiffening member slowly and grinned. "I expect that you will have to use your safe words today, but I still very much appreciate that you are allowing this scene to happen. I hope you will discover something new to enjoy, and that you will be a very well-behaved slave."
He did his best to glance down at her through the small space between the couch and his chest, the tiny slit where he could see her beautiful brown eyes glowing with mirth as she licked and sucked at his aching length. He hated that when he lowered his gaze, drool rained down from his lips and he was afraid that he was going to coat himself in saliva. But that, somehow, was the least of his concerns when she reached up and placed each of the clamps onto his nipples.
Men didn't have particularly sensitive nipples by nature, sure, but holy shit this hurt. He was no wuss and he prided himself on his pain tolerance, but the pressure created on his body was immense enough that he glanced down quickly and realized, that sly little slut, his mistress had added tiny weights to the chain that attached the two clamps. This added force caused his normally small nipples to be tugged downward, elongating them and turning them a brighter pink. He gasped at the sensitivity that this all caused, but tried to focus away from the initial shock. The sensation was awkward but, thus far, tolerable.
Beneath him, his mistress had focused back onto her oral gymnastics and was alternating between deep-throating his length and stroking it in her petite hands. The pleasure was immense, somehow heightened by the pain he felt elsewhere, and he knew that he was throbbing already and she had barely begun her onslaught. As if she could read his mind, she slowly worked her way out from between his legs and kneeled behind him on the couch.
"I have something else for you," she cooed directly into his ear and then smacked his ample ass loudly. She fished her little hand into the cushions and came out with a bottle of something that he assumed must be lube. In her other hand, she was clutching a very strange looking contraption. At the look of curiosity in his large brown eyes, she smirked. "This is a prostate massager," she gripped the bizarre black plug. "And it's going in your butt."
His eyes widened then in a mixture of shock and apprehension. He shook his head slowly, but his mistress snaked her hand forward and gripped his erection firmly. "Don't panic, slave," she purred. "It's a sensation that you've never experienced before, but we agreed to explore new territory together." Her voice was a seductive spell as she stroked his length, rubbing the head of his aching cock against the rough texture of the furniture while tugging gently on the chain that connected his tormented nipples. "When you fuck my ass, it feels amazing. I feel so much more sensitive and my orgasms are more intense. I want to give that back to you."
Okay, so he was a typical heterosexual male and he had always viewed his ass as exit-only, but the idea of his mistress doing something so taboo and kinky to his body somehow flipped a switch in his mind. His erection throbbed painfully, his mind spiraling with the desire to have her push him to his very limits. So, he acquiesced and nodded his head like an obedient slave.
He watched nervously over his shoulder, drool leaking down to his nipples and bringing him a period of respite from the uncomfortable clamps, as his mistress poured copious amounts of lube onto the strange black toy, which she fitted into a harness that was wrapped around her plush hips. When she began to slowly apply pressure with a lubed finger to his miniscule little hole, he gasped around his gag as her finger slipped inside. As that finger began to wiggle, he made a series of noises as she seemed to work at stretching him open.
The sensation was awkward, for sure: neither pleasurable nor entirely uncomfortable. He realized that she had quickly added a second finger to her melee and that was when he began to feel truly bizarre. Something inside of his mind was telling him that this was totally wrong and he should run fast and far, but his body was responding to how strange and taboo this entire ordeal truly was. Of course, his mistress was certain to continue to stroke his throbbing erection as best she could, trading off the blended sensations of pleasure and slight pain, pain and then pleasure.
