I lay there, finally living out one of my fantasies. I was tied to the bed wearing only a satin scarf around my head, used as a blindfold. The ropes were pulled tight, the knots a little tighter than they should have been. They hurt but since I had been pestering my boyfriend, Jake, to do this to me for a while now, I knew better than to complain. He had done a good job of securing me, making me totally helpless. I lay on my back, my arms stretched tight above my head, one tied to either side of the headboard. My legs were pulled wide apart and tied at the ankles to the bedpost at the foot of the bed.
It was early spring and the partially open window made the room uncomfortably cool (he likes it that way). As for me, I usually can handle it with a heavy blanket on top of me. But this night I shivered as a gentle cool breeze moved over my naked skin. My nipples were so hard they ached . . . both from the cold air and from my own excitement.
I lay there wondering where Jake had gone. After he had tied me and blindfolded me, I heard him undress and leave the room. I couldn't tell just how long he'd left me alone in that chilly room, but it felt like hours. At the same time, I was so hot, so aroused, my mind was going wild anticipating what he was planning to do to me. I could feel my wetness as it slowly leaked from my pussy, and the random cool breeze passing over my sex reminded me just how wet I had gotten. He'd tied me spread so wide that I was unable to move my legs at all, unable to relieve some of the incredible tension I was feeling.
After what seemed like hours of waiting, I heard movement in the hallway and I could sense he had returned to the bedroom finally. Suddenly, I felt his hand grabbing my breast and squeezing hard. His hand was warm and, despite how hard he was squeezing, I welcomed his touch. I actually enjoyed the soothing pain he was giving me.
Finally, his hand released my aching breast and as he moved it slowly from my skin. I arched my back as my body tried to follow his touch, longing to be touched even more. I heard him move away, but quickly felt the weight of him at the foot of the bed, apparently positioning himself between my legs. I could feel his warm breath on my skin as he moved over me.
Lost in the flood of sensations, my mind had drifted into a reality it had never experienced. I kept telling myself that this is a fantasy. It's something I've wanted to happen for ages. But now that I was there, not able to see or move, it took on a reality that made me apprehensive, and fearful.
All of a sudden I felt a cold shock to my skin as Jake generously poured a thick liquid over my bare pussy. The intensity of the sensation took my breath away, as I felt the cold ooze down between my legs. In a moment, something began to press inside the swollen lips of my pussy. It also felt cool on my skin, and at first I was not sure what it was. Then he pushed harder and I felt the object starting to penetrate me.
He'd found my box of toys! He was using one of my dildos, the largest one. It had been given to me as a booby prize at a party a few months back, but it was so thick I had never actually used it before, at least not for penetration. But now Jake was pushing it so slowly, so firmly into me. I wasn't sure I would be able to take it as I felt it move further inside, stretching my pussy.
It started to hurt and I tried to explain to him that I didn't think it would fit. But his only response was to push even harder.
"Stop," I whined, "please, you're hurting me, it hurts."
His only response was to spread my lips and pinch my clit really hard! But he still didn't stop pushing. I don't know what hurt worse the huge dildo being pushed into me, filling me up more than I have ever been in my life, or his fingernails digging into my clit as he pinched even harder. And every time I started to complain he would just push harder, and harder.
Quickly, I learned to just shut up, grit my teeth, and take it. "You asked for this, April," I thought to myself with some remorse. And I knew if Jake really wanted, it could get a lot worse. It took several minutes of excruciating effort, but finally I could feel the huge fake cock deep inside pressing into the very depths of my virginal passage. Yes it did hurt but at the same time, (it's hard to explain) it was a soothing pain, uncomfortable but enjoyable at the same time.
"Fuck, that naked cunt looks so hot with that monster rubber cock in it." Jake's voice was almost a growl. I'd never heard him sound like that before. Of course, we've never done anything like that before, either.
Then I felt the cold liquid again as he pored more of it over my pussy, then up over my belly and down each leg. From the smell and feel of it I'm pretty sure it was baby oil. Other than the initial cold shock, the oil felt good--especially when his strong warm hands started massaging it into my skin, and all over my body.
Every now and then he would check to see if the dildo was still deep inside me, pressing it inward, twisting a little bit. I was a little surprised it hadn't slipped out when Jake removed his hand. But I think because of how big it was and how tight I am, it held.
I enjoyed the feeling of his strong hands moving across my slippery body, squeezing me here and there, using more and more oil. He spent quite a bit of time massaging and playing with my breast and nipples, squeezing them, pinching them, making me moan when he pinched really hard.
Then I felt what I thought to be a string (I found out later it was a thin ribbon), playing lightly over my breasts. My nipples were at their hardest from Jake's pinches and the cold air blowing across them. Together they pulled my areolas tight and made them ached exquisitely. Suddenly, I felt the string wrap around each nipple and Jake secured them both with tight pinching knots.
Then I felt him move away from the bed and things got very quiet. He was no longer touching me, but I could tell he was still in the room. Time seemed to crawl by as I lay there with my nipples aching painfully, my pussy stretched beyond capacity by the huge dildo, and my naked body slick with baby oil. I tried to imagine what I must look like, and it was a lewd and wanton vision.
Suddenly, there were flashes of light through my blindfold and I heard the clicking of a camera. He was taking my picture! Then I heard a sound, something like a movement from the hallway. Someone other than Jake? I put that thought out of my head immediately because I knew my boyfriend. He is incredibly jealous and would never willingly let someone else see me like that, if he had any control over it.
I don't think his hands missed one spot, from under my ears all the way down my belly over my pussy, down between my ass, down each leg and between each toe. I was totally covered and soaked in baby oil. Tied up as I was there really wasn't much I could do other then lay there and wonder what was going to happen next. I could feel my nipples starting to throb with each heartbeat from the string that was tied tightly around each one.
I don't know how many pictures Jake took but he certainly took his time. I could only imagine the embarrassing and lewd views of my naked body that he captured on film. Finally, I heard him put the camera down.
In just a moment, still without saying a word, he began loosening the ropes that held my legs. Surprisingly, I had mixed feelings when I thought he was untying me. I wanted to do things to him and finally make love, but at the same time I was a little disappointed that this part was over.
My disappointment didn't last, though, when I realized he was only loosening the knots enough to turn me over onto my belly. When he got me situated again, he shoved a couple of pillows under me so my butt was sticking up in the air. Then he tied me down again, tightening the ropes even harder than they were the first time, spreading my legs even wider than before. I am able to do the splits but having my legs stretched and tied so wide apart was really starting to hurt.
"This is really hurting, Jake," I told him softly.
"Shut the fuck up, bitch," he grunted back, and fear shot through my whole body. I'd always trusted him and he'd never done anything to deliberately hurt me. And he had never, ever talked to me like that before or ever used the word "bitch"βat least that I'd known about. It scared meβa lot. And there was nothing I could do about it. I was tied, tied so well I was totally at his mercy.