Sensuous Torture

As you let yourself into the house, you notice it’s dark. This confuses you as you remember that I had said I would be at home waiting for you. You check to make sure my car is in the garage. It is, and you sigh wondering what I’m up to now. Not bothering to look in the living room you let yourself into our room, noticing that I’m not there either. You walk into the bathroom; turning on the shower you step inside and wash away the smell of fire and soot off of your body.

Stepping out of the shower, you notice there is a leash sitting on top of your towel. You smile, knowing for sure that I’m up to something now. Moving the leash you pick up the towel to dry yourself off and find another surprise beneath it. There are a pair of mesh shorts resting where your boxers and t-shirt had been. Feeling your cock stir, you look down, not surprised that it is becoming fully erect with the thought of what was to come. Quickly drying off you slip on the shorts and pick up the leash, dropping the towel into the hamper on your way out of the bathroom.

Noticing I’m still not in the bedroom you decide to check the guest bedroom. Not finding me in there you make your way down the hall checking the extra bathroom and office. Still not finding me in either one you decide to check the darkened living room. Flipping on the light in the living room you are completely astonished at what you see.

In your absence today, I had installed a spreader bar into the ceiling, letting it hang down in front of the picture window in the living room. I am cuffed to the spreader bar, my arms spread wide apart. I smile as your gaze comes to a stop at my face.

“Welcome home, Master. I have prepared a special treat for you tonight. If you’ll take off this cloak for me, you can see it.” I say in a demure tone of voice.

Without a word, you walk over to me, your hard cock bouncing slightly as you walk. My eyes are glued to your cock as you untie the tie around my neck that holds the cloak on my body. Letting it fall to the floor, I hear your sharp indrawn breath as you take in my outfit. Around my neck is a thick black vinyl collar with D-rings on it. It matches the black vinyl straps criss-crossing my body. You bring your hand up, attaching the leash to the ring on my collar.

My legs are spread wide, my feet encased in thigh high black vinyl stiletto boots. The position I’m standing in shows off my body. The straps start at my collar and run down, encasing my breasts showing off my nipples, which are clamped with nipple clamps, the shiny silver chain dangling between my breasts. The straps continue crossing my chest and belly, held together with silver rings below my breasts and in the middle of my stomach.

Your gaze touches on my chest and hips before sliding down. You groan loudly as you see my pink, wet and glistening pussy spread open by the black vinyl straps going between my thighs. Stepping closer, you cup my pussy in your hand, your fingers sliding through my wet lips, gathering my juices on your fingers. Removing your hand you bring it up to my mouth. I moan, sucking your fingers into my mouth.

“Ahhhh, such a good little slut. Tell me something? Who tied you up? Did you let them see this slutty outfit you bought for your Master?” you ask, tugging on the nipple chain with each question.

“I got my editor to do it. I told her I needed some inspiration for my next story. Yes, Master, she saw it, she had to help me into it. I promise I didn’t do anything naughty.” I answer, my breathing becoming erratic as you tug on the chain, making my nipples swell between the clamps.

You laugh softly at my predicament, your hand dropping from the chain as you see the assortment of goodies laid out on the coffee table. On the table there are an assortment of paddles, whips, and toys. Your face lights up at the array of toys you get to play with. Looking over them, you try to decide which one to use first.

Deciding to play with the toys later, you pick up a small rubber spatula type paddle. Turning, you look at me and slap the paddle against your hand. I gasp as the loud slapping sound echoes in the room. You smile wickedly as you watch my eyes widen as you step closer. Walking around me, you try to decide where to spank me first. Moving behind me, you put your lips to my ear.

“Are you sure you didn’t do anything naughty with your editor?” you ask, rubbing the bare flesh of my ass with the rubber paddle.

“No, Master, I didn’t do anything with her.” I reply, quivering as I feel the paddle rubbing against my sensitive skin.

“Why do you say it like that slut?” you question, as you tap the paddle against my ass cheek.

I let out a small moan as I lick my lips, deciding if I should tell you what happened or not. You notice my uneasiness and my evasive attitude. Bringing the paddle harder against my skin, making me moan louder, my eyes sliding closed as I enjoy the rush of pleasure and pain.

“Tell me slut and I might go easy on you. I might.” you say, a slight menacing tone creeping into your voice.

“I didn’t do anything Master. Sylvia did it.” I tell you, my voice shaking slightly.

“Sylvia did what slut?” you ask, the paddle coming down hard on my other ass cheek, making me cry out at the suddenness of the sharp smack. You land two more blows in quick succession.

“Tell me! You’re just making it worse by evading my question.” you say as you switch ass cheeks and slap my other one twice.

I gasp as you smack me again. “Well…” I begin, my voice trembling, “I had to have her help getting into this outfit, and getting tied up. We waited until I knew you were on your way home. She was helping me get into this outfit and her hands kept brushing my nipples. I thought it was accidental until she cuffed me to this bar and positioned my legs spread out.” I say in a rush of breath.

“Go on slut, tell me the rest. I know there’s more.” you growl into my ear, your breath puffing against the sensitive skin of my earlobe. Your hand taps the paddle against one of my trapped nipples making me cry out in pleasure and pain.

“When she got me cuffed to the bar and my legs spread, she totally surprised me by taking one of my nipples into her mouth.” I say, trembling at the memory. “She said she had to get them hard for the clamps, then she did the same thing to the other nipple. Then she put the clamps on and let out this sexy little moan when she squeezed my nipples in the clamps. I hate to say it, but that moan aroused me.” I tell you, trembling slightly as I await the punishment I deserve.

You growl deep in your throat as I tell my story, pressing your hard cock up against my ass as you tap the paddle against both nipples several times in rapid succession. I cry out again, my nipples on fire from the clamps and the paddle. I look down and notice that they are already swollen and painfully red. You notice where my attention has gone and you tighten the clamps.

“If you don’t quiet down, I’m going to have to gag you.” you tell me, a grim expression on your face. “Now, I know you’re leaving something out. I can tell by the look on your face.”

I whimper softly, and then say, “She also ate my pussy. I couldn’t do anything about it! I was restrained. Please, Master, don’t be angry with me.” I plead, tears swimming in my eyes.

You smile grimly and drop the small paddle back on the table, looking over your choices you pick up a long thin leather strap. I whimper as I watch you pick it up. “Oh, I’m not angry slut, just disappointed that you two didn’t wait to play until I got here. Let me ask you this slut, did Miss Sylvia make you cum? Did you like what she did to you?” Each question punctuated with a sharp jerk of the chain hanging between my breasts.

“Yes!! She made me cum! Yes!! I enjoyed it! I couldn’t help myself. She knew just how to do it and she did it quickly. She had just finished when we heard your truck pull up. She even told me that she had enjoyed eating my pussy until I came all over her face. Then she kissed me. She left before you got out of the shower.” I tell you, wondering how you’re taking it, since you have moved back behind me and I can’t see your face.

When you don’t respond, I start to get worried and inquire, “Master?” As the word leaves my mouth I hear a strange whistling sound and a millisecond later I feel the strap crack against my ass. The sharp sting causes me to cry out loudly, my eyes widening from the pain and pleasure of the blow.

“Dammit slut!! I told you to shut up!!” you exclaim, as the strap lashes against the flesh of my ass again and again. I bite my lower lip, holding back my moans and groans of pleasure and pain, not wanting to upset my Master more than he already is. You smile as you see welts rise up on the white flesh of my ass.

“So, my little slut likes to play with women, eh?” you ask, landing another set of blows against my ass and now the backs of my thighs. As you whip my ass I try to speak, but all that comes out are gasps as the leather strap lashes my ass and thighs.

“Answer me slut!! Do you like playing with women?” you ask again as the strap lashes against my red and tender skin again, raising welts on the backs of my thighs.

“Oh, God yes!!!” I sob, my body shaking hard before you, my inner thighs soaked with my juices.

“That’s what I thought slut.” you say as you drop the strap back on the coffee table and abruptly leave the room. As you leave, I drop my head, my hair sliding over my shoulders, wet with perspiration, my body trembling from the spanking you had given me.

About ten minutes later you come back into the room. Stepping in front of me, you lift my chin with the tip of your finger. I raise my glazed eyes to you taking in your form. I can’t help but notice that you had put on a cock ring. Seeing this, I shudder hard, knowing you plan on playing with me for a very long time. You see where my gaze is pinned and you growl low in your throat, your cock twitching under my gaze.

“Like what you see slut?” you ask, deliberately making it twitch.

I lick my lips; my eyes still glued to your crotch and nod my head. Not satisfied with my non-verbal answer you reach up and yank on the chain attached to the clamps, pulling on my nipples sharply. Unable to help myself I cry out.

“Yes, Master, I love what I see!!”

“That’s a good slut. Now, what should I do with you now? I don’t think I’m quite done punishing you yet. But, I think I’ll leave your ass alone for now.” You turn towards the coffee table and getting a good idea you pick up the first paddle you spanked me with. Kneeling on the floor in front of me, you smile, seeing the evidence of what your spanking has done to me. Raising your hand you slide two fingers up my inner thigh. You look up and raise your juice-covered fingers to my mouth.

“Lick them clean slut!” you command. Immediately I open my mouth, again licking your fingers clean of my fluids. “Good girl.” You say as you spread my lips wider and slap the paddle against my pussy lips and clit. My hips jerk hard, my breath catching in my throat. You quickly bring it against my flesh again and I cry out loudly.

“Didn’t I tell you to be quiet? Obviously, you can’t so I’m gonna have to gag you. I think I’ll add a blindfold just for the hell of it.” You say, making me tremble. Getting up, you walk out of the room, returning a few minutes later. In your hands you carry my black satin sleeping mask and a brand new ball gag.

Unwrapping the ball gag, you command, “Open your mouth.” I open my mouth like you told me to and you insert the hard rubber ball between my lips, settling it behind my teeth, securing the straps around my head. Placing the sleeping mask over my eyes, you adjust the straps around my head so that my vision is completely obscured. Being unable to see only heightens my other senses. I hear you move away. Waiting patiently, I try to shift and I immediately feel the lash of the strap cracking against my ass. Gasping around the ball gag my body trembles against my bonds.

“Don’t move. You’ll move only when your Master tells you. I have to punish you for being naughty with your editor,” bringing the strap against my already red ass. Unable to help myself, I moan with each blow, the sound muffled because of the ball gag. “Mmmmm, I like that sound.” You say, your hand caressing my abused ass.

I feel you move away and can’t help but tremble harder as I wonder what’s coming next. I hear you at the coffee table as you set the strap down. Feeling you move close, I can’t help but tense up as I feel something hard, cool and smooth brush my thigh.

You watch me as I tense and smile wickedly as you bring the palm of your hand hard against my ass. I cry out around the ball gag, making you smile even more. Kneeling behind me, you rub some of the fire out of my skin with one hand, while the other drags a small butt plug up the inside of my thigh, wetting it with the juices that have seeped out of my pussy.

Tracing my pussy lips with the tip, you make it even wetter. Sliding it up the crack of my ass, you smile; leaning forward you kiss both of the hot cheeks of my ass before slowly pushing it in. I groan loudly around the gag and get a hard tap on the ass for it. Quickly you strap the plug on around my thighs. You move back to the table, deciding on which toy to use next.

Spying the slim g-spot vibrator that we had bought together, you pick it up. Turning it on, you grin wickedly as you realize that it is so quiet that I can’t hear it. Turning back to me, you kneel in front of me again, sliding your hand up the inside of my thigh, feeling me tremble, you smile, loving the effect your touch has on me.

Moving slowly you raise the toy and position it at the entrance of my pussy. Feeling the vibrations against my tender lips I moan around the rubber ball in my mouth. Without warning, you thrust the toy deep inside me. I cry out, again, the sound muffled by the gag. My body shudders above you as the stimulator vibrates directly on top of my g-spot. My legs start to shake uncontrollably, my knees giving away and sagging, the handcuffs digging into my wrists. You slap my ass, demanding, “Stand up!”

I valiantly try to stand up, firming my knees, whimpering around the ball gag. You pull the vibrator almost completely out and thrust it all the way back in. You repeat the process over and over again. I can feel my orgasm building and try to hold it back, especially since I haven’t gotten permission to cum from you yet. You can feel my legs trembling against your hand and smile, knowing I’m teetering on the sharp edge of my orgasm. Realizing just how close I am, you abruptly pull the vibrator out and move away from me. Giving me plenty of time to calm down, you sit on the couch and gaze at me, your hand slowly stroking your cock through the mesh shorts. You think I make a lovely picture; bound gagged and blindfolded. Especially dressed the way I am dressed in my thigh high boots and matching black strap outfit.

You get up from the couch and leave. I stand where I am, trying to calm myself down, knowing I’ll please you more if I hold out like you want me to. You have gone down the hall to the computer room and retrieved our digital camera. Coming back into the room, you smile as I lift my head, having heard your footsteps on the hardwood floor of the hall. You move closer and lift the camera to your eye, focusing on my face first. I hear the tiny telltale beep of the digital camera processing the picture. My face burns red, as you snap the picture. Not knowing what you’re taking pictures of, I try to control my embarrassment and the trembling of my legs. I hear a dozen or more beeps of the digital camera, knowing you’re getting a picture of my body from every angle, and every vantage point.

You’re enjoying your photographing, smoothing your hand over the swell of my hip, and feeling the light sheen of sweat on my skin. You soon tire of taking pictures and put the camera down. Coming to stand in front of me, you raise your hands, removing the ball gag from my mouth. “Where’s the key to your cuffs slut?” you ask, your hand tugging on the chain hanging between my breasts. Licking my dry lips I nod over towards the TV. “It’s there, on top of the VCR.” I tell you, still trying to stay upright on my feet. I turn my head and listen as you walk over and pick up the key. Turning you step up behind me, unlocking each cuff, grabbing the leash around my neck to keep me upright as I sag slightly, moaning as my hands drop to my sides, my shoulders drooping slightly.

You jerk on the leash, obviously wanting me to follow you as you start to walk out of the room. Leading me down the hallway you enter our bedroom and walk to the side of the bed. You reach towards my neck, unhooking the leash and ordering me to get on the bed on my hands and knees. Extending the nylon cuffs at the head and foot of the bed, you attach them to my ankles, but before attaching the ones at the head of the bed to my wrists, you notice how chafed they are from the handcuffs. Reaching into the nightstand drawer, you retrieve two satin wristbands, slipping them over my red and abraded wrists before attaching the nylon cuffs.

When you have me bound to the bed in your favorite position you leave the room. Moving back into the living room you pick up a couple of toys and paddles then return to our bedroom. Setting the toys on the bed, you smile at the picture I make now. I’m still positioned on my hands and knees, my ass in the air, and my chest almost pressed against the bed. Reaching over, you lay a hand against my apple-red, welt-covered ass, feeling the heat of my skin.

Your other hand slides into my hair, jerking my head up. I moan as your hand tightens in my hair, your lips settling onto mine. You kiss me passionately, your free hand still stroking my sore ass. Breaking our kiss I moan as you drop my head and move off the bed. Unable to see, all I can do is wait for your next move.

Kneeling behind me, a nine-inch long dildo in your hand, you notice the butt plug still imbedded in my ass. Slipping your hand down, you slide three fingers easily into my soaking wet pussy. “Oh, honey, you’re so wet. It’s a good thing you are too.” You say, a wicked note in your voice. Removing your fingers from my pussy you slide them over the dildo in you other hand, lubing it up. You smile as you place the tip of the thick, long dildo at the entrance of my pussy. I moan as I feel the tip against my sensitive flesh.

Slowly you push against the dildo, watching my pussy stretch and widen as it slowly sinks into my sopping wet pussy. I moan louder as I feel the big fake dong inch into my pussy. As you seat the toy inside me you hold it in place as you pull the butt plug out of my ass. I whimper as I feel the hard plastic slide out of my ass. At my sound you pull the dildo all the way out and thrust it back in, hard and deep, the tip pushing against my cervix.

I cry out at the sudden penetration and you punish me for it by bringing your hand down on the cheek of my ass with a resounding slap. I bite my lower lip hard to keep the cries of pain and pleasure stifled. “Didn’t I tell you earlier to be quiet slut? Am I going to have to gag you again?” You ask, your hand slapping my ass with each question.

“No Master, I will be quiet unless you tell me otherwise.” I respond demurely. Satisfied with my answer your hand moves away from my ass, making me wonder what’s coming next. Suddenly, I feel the hard tip of the butt plug pressing against my ass again. I stifle a moan as you continue to press the plug into my tight ass. I try to hold back another moan as the plug continues to stretch my ass. Belatedly, I realize that this plug a quite a bit bigger than the last one. The moan slips out of my mouth and your hand immediately cracks against my ass.

“One more time slut. One more sound and I’ll gag you.” You say, your fingers pressing hard against the dildo and the plug, both buried in my body.