Now It Is Her Turn

She asked for this after all.

Her heart was still racing from being forced to strip in front of him. She was so self-conscious as she peeled her jeans off clumsily. She had to sit down to take her socks off one at a time. Her t-shirt was the easiest, though it briefly tangled in her hair. She was sure that it was the most un-sexy stripping of clothes ever.

Her jaw ached ever so slightly from the way the gag filled her mouth. He asked if it was tight as he put it on her. She didn't notice that he left out the word "too". When she said yes, he simply replied, "good girl". He didn't put the blindfold on right away. He made her stand in the corner of the bedroom next to the window at attention completely naked with the ball gag in her mouth. He took several pictures with his camera on a tripod. He snapped pictures of her standing there in what seemed like a spotlight from the artificial light of the ceiling fan, drool starting to slowly drip from her mouth, her eyes wide with anticipation.

It was uncomfortable. She could give in. She could be overwhelmed by her self-consciousness and mumble the safe word. She wanted to prove to him that she was game enough though. She wanted to enjoy what he had in store for her. She wanted to enjoy giving up herself and her hang-ups for him. There was physical pain from the gag. There was emotional pain from having to stand in front of him completely nude and illuminated. She watched him as he concentrated on shooting photo after photo. His face was stoic as he completed the task at hand... it was humiliating. Or was it? He didn't stop as though the images disgusted him. Then she noticed his jeans, a quite large bulge went from the center seam of the fly to the front left pocket. He was getting off on what he saw.

She felt some of the anxiety melt away. Drool was dripping onto her large breasts and hanging on her hardened nipples. She felt what could have been drool drop to the inside of her thigh. Then it occurred to her that her big breasts shadowed her inner thighs, it was physically impossible for her to drool drop down the inside of her legs. That is the point she realized just how turned on she actually was, how wet she had become. She became suddenly conscious of her pussy throbbing and tingling. Her wide eyes watched him grin at her with a lustful, evil grin.

Then he slipped the blindfold over her head. He left her standing there for what seemed like an eternity. She heard some rummaging around in their toy chest. The anticipation of what he might pull out of their adult toy box left her almost shaking in excitement. She heard heavy items and what sounded like a chain dropped onto the bedside table.

She heard his soft footsteps on the carpet make their way to her. Still, his seemingly sudden touch made her jump a little. He ran his hand softly along her shoulder, down the front of her collarbone, then traced down to her breasts. He lingered at her nipples, softly pulling them, pinching them lightly but increased the pressure until she gasped through the gag. Then his hand continued its journey down, smearing her drool along his fingers' path. He deftly slid his hand between her thighs and his fingertips instantly slipped inside of her. Her broken moan sounded more guttural because of the way her mouth was forced open by the gag. Her cries seemed to resonate stronger in her rib cage than normal. She liked the way her voice felt within.

His hand grabbed her by the wrist, his fingers warm and wet, smearing her excitement onto her skin. He led her to a spot where she could feel the edge of the bed's comforter at her thighs. He forcefully shoved her from the shoulders down. She lost her balance and fell face-first into the mattress. He immediately crawled over her, straddling her on his knees, and grabbed a fistful of her curls in a tight clutch to firmly move her head to the side. She became aware that she could breathe easier in this position.

She could tell the room was dark. She wasn't sure how she knew, but she was certain of it. The blindfold fit perfectly, so perhaps the darkness created an artificial sense of blackness. Or perhaps he had turned the lights out. She felt him secure her wrists to the cuffs on the bed restraints. She instinctively resisted him. His grip stiffened and he sat some of his 220 pounds on her back, she became very much aware of the strength in his grip. Just enough pain to immediately demand compliance. She knew she could not get away save for the safe word.

He lifted off of her once her wrists were secured. She tested the restraints, she could only wiggle just a little bit. His hands quickly grabbed her around the middle, just above her hips. His fingertip sunk into the soft flesh of her midsection. He missed her hips on purpose, his sharp grip commanding immediate obedience as he lifted her ass up off of the bed. Once her ass was in the air, he let go. She tried to slide her knees back down and ease back onto the bed.

"Acccht", his reply was swift and sharp. That alone probably would have made her stop, but his hand immediately swatted her ass in a deft spanking that shocked her into compliance. He moved quickly to spread her knees. She felt the cuffs go around her lower thighs just above her knees, first her left, then her right. She tried to close her legs and was immediately stopped by the spreader bar that spanned between her. He slid his hands down her calf to her ankle and attached another cuff to her left ankle, and then the same to her right ankle. His touch left her, but she immediately felt the force of him cinching the bed restraint tight, locking her wrists and ankles to their current positions.

She could not see. She could not move. She could smell. She could hear. She could feel. She smelled her excitement. She felt her excitement running down her thighs. She felt the pain of her predicament, she felt the excitement of her situation tingle down the length of her body. She heard his work and it only heightened her other senses.

She heard a chain run along the top of the bedside table. She felt the collar tighten around her throat and secure the position of her head. Now she could not even drop her head if things got intense. She was certain it would get quite intense. She did not have to wait long for the intensity to arrive. She felt the cold metal against her nipples as the alligator clips were closed against the sensitive flesh. She cried aloud as he tensioned the clips tight. She shuddered in the tight, radiating pain that throbbed through her nipples. He pulled on the chain attached to the clips until it was taught. She felt it pull her nipples stiff and felt the tension where the chain was attached to her collar. It hurt. It felt so good.

She felt his weight leave the bed, her body lifting. She tightened to balance herself in position on all fours. She heard him take something from the bedside table. She could not tell what it was. She thought she sensed him walk to the end of the bed.

"Mmmmm, you look delicious, my darling", he said in a quiet and steady soft voice. "You are always so gorgeous in my view. That does not change in your precarious pose with drool and grool running from your naughty, beautiful body."

Then the room fell silent.

She breathed slowly in and out. Listening. Trying to sense what was next. Where was he? Just silence filled her ears.

She felt the immediate sting first, then the crack of the leather strap on her upper right ass cheek. She knew exactly the toy he had selected. It was a 3-inch wide leather strap attached to a wooden handle, and it stung! She felt his hand immediately stroke over the welt that was already forming, his hand felt cool and soothing. Yet it disappeared.

CRACK! Immediate pain ran again from her ass, tingling up her spine. Her nipples tightened pulling on their clamps, heightening the pain inflicted by the spanking. She was already breathing hard, guttural sounds coming from someplace she could not control. She whimpered while his hand brushed away the last strike, then disappeared.

CRACK! This time the pain was on the other side, her left cheek went from cold to white-hot in prickly excitement. CRACK! Again on her left side, this time without a break. CRACK! Another strike, this time across both cheeks.

She was crying aloud in a constant sound. She was surprised that she wasn't trying to say the safe word through the gag. She almost asked for more. She stopped that foolish notion and just moaned and cried out as her ass felt on fire, her nipples throbbing in the cold air. She was a beautiful disaster of a mess.

She thought he was giving her a break until she felt the cold of lube hitting her ass. He squirted a copious amount directly onto her asshole. She felt the pad of his thumb spread the lube around the outside, then she felt the pressure of his thumb against her resistance. She did not resist much. It felt so good when his thumb slipped into her ass, he sunk all the way down to his second knuckle.

She felt the cold of metal against her cheek. She was not quite sure what it was. He dragged it along her cheek, down the back of her neck, then along the length of her spine. The cold metal made her spasm along the path he took. She knew he was reveling at the effect it had on her. He dragged it all the way down to her tailbone. She felt him slide his thumb out of her ass, then she felt the cold metal against her asshole. He teased her with it for a bit, pushing it in a little, then removing and rubbing the rim of asshole. She noticed he removed it, then heard the cap of the lube flip open. Renewed cold pushed on her asshole, this time with greater force. Her large metal plug slowly disappeared into her now hungry ass. There was a bit of pain as it stretched her wider and wider, yet the further it slid in, the greater pleasure she felt from it. She was not sure she could really fit it inside of her, she was now again moaning as she tried to relax. Just as she thought of giving in, she felt it give way and her ass swallowed the plug up to the shank of the stem, closing firmly around it. She felt so perfectly full.

She was left on her knees. Full. Craving more.

The silence was broken by the recognizable sounds of a camera's shutter. She felt so naughty. So excited. So empoweringly slutty, because she absolutely enjoyed the attention.

She felt him kneel on the end of the bed between her legs. She braced herself for more spanking. Instead, the intensity of pleasure almost overwhelmed her as he pushed his firm cock deep inside of her wet pussy. She heard the sounds of her wetness pushed out by his cock. Her breathe caught, it was almost too much. She felt the pain of his size as he slammed against the limits of her hold. She gripped around him, felt him throbbing as he took a moment, his own cries were escaping his lips in bliss.

He withdrew quickly, then slammed into her firmly, the second stroke was quick and frantic followed by subsequent strokes so fast that she could not count. He fucked her hard. She could not moan. She just made a "guh" sound as he ravaged her. He was relentless. Pleasure didn't build, it just crashed upon her. She shook and pushed his cock out, wetness gushing between her thighs. She felt the plug suddenly leave her, and she heard it thunk on the floor. She was panting, quivering, feeling so deliciously used.

"Oh this won't do, Kitten.", he said flatly. "You can't just push away the things that bring you pleasure." She felt him stand up and spank her ass. Then she was aware that he had walked back to the bedside table. She heard more metal, then a silent moment.

The cap of the lube opening was her only clue. Then again she felt the cold of metal against her asshole. This time, there was no resistance as the metal bulb of the anal hook sank deep into her ass. She took it in until she felt the cold of the stem run between her cheeks. She felt him secure the rope to the eye of the hook, the hemp tickled her back as he ran it to the loop in the back of her collar. He didn't tie it off, just simply looped it through the collar. Then she felt his cock push back into her pussy. As soon as he reached the limit of his reach, she felt the rope tighten against her collar, pulling the hook tight into her ass, pulling the clamps against her nipple, and pushing him deeper inside her pussy as her back arched.

She immediately gave in. One stroke lifted her to an immediate orgasm. Her pussy involuntarily tried to push him out, he tightened the grip of the rope and pressed his hips harder against her ass. She could only shake and give in. She came. She came again, or perhaps it was the same orgasm. She did not fucking care. She knew not where she was. Who she was. She only knew the pleasure of pain and the pleasure of his cock. She kept spasming and forgot to breathe. The pleasure was too much, her consciousness started to leave her. She was aware of his growls and he plowed into her hard. She was aware of the pinch of the clamps. But with every wave of ecstasy and convulsion of bliss, it felt like she was nearing unconsciousness.

It felt like he fucked her forever, though it was actually only a few minutes. His growls grew to full moans and cries. A sharp "oh fuck" came from deep within his chest. She felt him thrust even deeper inside of her, then she felt his cock pulse in waves. Her pussy filled with hot wetness that coincided with each pulse of his cock. It was his turn to make the "guh" sound and he shook behind her tightening his grip on the rope that tore at her ass and nipples. When the pulsing stopped, he immediately went back to stroking her pussy with hard, quick strokes. She heard the sloppy noise of their cum leaking out from her. He suddenly let go of the rope and withdrew from her pussy. She felt the hot spray of his second orgasm shoot between the cheeks of her ass and the small of her back. He growled as he marked her. Then spanked her ass, splashing his cum.

"Such a good fucking girl", he gasped.

He pulled the rope through the loop, pulled the hook from her ass, unclipped each nipple carefully, removed the collar, and undid all six collars from the various restraints. She collapsed into the bed, feeling the cold wetness of the ordeal that had leaked onto the comforter. He walked away. She lay there, wondering if she had the strength to do anything else, she shook in the cold darkness with waves of pleasure still crashing through her used body.

She became aware of his return only by the soft weight of a towel he covered her with. Then she felt him lift the blindfold. The room was dark, thankfully, as it would have hurt her eyes if he had removed the blindfold in a brightly lit room. He lifted her to a sitting position, then helped her off the bed and to her feet. He steadied her and held her close as they went to the already running hot shower. They stepped in, he standing close behind, allowing her to lean against him. He used the detachable showerhead to rinse her off, he lathered her up with shower gel and gently caressed every inch. Rinsing her off, he pulled her chin gently to the side and kissed her deeply.

He stopped the shower, grabbed a towel, and wrapped her. They toweled off on their own, fighting the chill in the air. Then he wrapped her in a blanket and took her to the couch in the living room. He snuck into the fold of the blanket and held her, skin to skin. They lay silent in the dark living room. He stroked her hair quietly until her eyes closed. She did not notice him get up to change the bed, yet when she awoke, clean sheets and another comforter was waiting for her. Her side of the bed was turned down and inviting.

She awoke the next day, thinking that it must have been a dream. His side of the bed was empty. When she sat up, she felt the bruising on her ass. She got up to walk to the restroom. She felt a sharp pain and cold metal on the bottom of her foot.

He must have forgotten to pick up the anal plug. He will pay for that, she thought.

Now to plot her revenge...