Friday, as you leave to take the kids to school and feed the horse, you direct me to be "ready". Further you said "ready" meant naked, with the 3 point clips attached to the nipples and clit, the new cuffs on the ankles and wrists, a handful of wooden clothes pins, the zipper tape and the blindfold in place. I glared at you, amazed by your directions as you went out the door. My mouth wide open as the door was closing. Your final words were commanding, distinct and firm – JUST DO IT! Then the door closed. Moments later, the garage door was shut by remote control; I knew you were leaving.
I went back to our bedroom and got exactly what you required of me. I left our toy box on the bed, after having rummaged through it to find ALL the items you told me to have on. I gathered all the apparel up and went into the kitchen. The cuffs were all secured in place, the nipple clips attached snuggly, but not too tight and the clit clip was carefully applied with just the right amount of pressure to keep my clit standing out and enough tightness to keep the clip in place. Lastly, I placed the blindfold over my head, waiting silently for your return. When I heard the garage door reopening, I stood, walked to the center of the doorway, about 4' inside the house, put the blindfold in place and waited silently.
When you opened the door, I heard you say very nice and your footsteps walked right past me. You could be heard in the back of the house. What you were doing could not be determined, until I heard the familiar rattle of metal on plastic. I knew you at least had our spreader bar/bars with you. Your footsteps were getting heavier as you returned, but walked right past me to the recently cleaned out garage. The garage door came down, but you had left the house door open. I felt the cool breezes from the garage on my pinched nipples.
Once you finished making preparations, you came in the house and planted a wet kiss on my lips. You quietly asked me IF I was ready. Not having knowledge of what was yet to unfold, I simply nodded. Then you told me you had very specific instructions for me. I was to listen then repeat them back, to confirm I understood. Carefully you told me you were not fully sure where today would lead, but at no time did you want me to endure more than I was physically or mentally willing. Our code word would be "OSCAR" should I wish to stop. You also placed 2 balls (probably the kids rubber balls) in my hand and told me that once I was gagged (which would be forth coming), that my signal to stop would be to release the balls. If neither of these codes were used then events would progress until you decided that it was enough. I repeated back the instructions given to me.
You must have been satisfied, because you took hold of my arm and walked me into the garage. In one hand were two balls and in the other the tape and clothes pins. It must have been quite a sight with clenched fists, nipple clips dangling and a clit clip jingling as I walked.
You placed me where you wanted me and reconfirmed my belief of the spreader bars, when the first ankle was attached to it. Then I felt your foot between my feet nudging them apart, until I was spread very wide open. You attached the other ankle and whispered how much fun this was going to be. You then took one hand and attached the wrist cuff to the other spreader bar, then stretching out my other arm, you duplicated the process. With my arms stretched forth and my legs spread, I felt funny, exposed and especially vulnerable. I did not speak, but my breathing was jagged and stressed. I felt my arms being raised by the bar and heard it being attached above me……I guess you had placed some eye bolts in the ceiling especially for today. There I was, secured from above and splitting at the seams.
Your next instructions were for me to open my hand with the clothes pins and tape. I did so and you took them from me. Then you told me to open my other hand containing the two balls. I did so and you removed just one and placed it in my other hand. Again you repeated your instructions about dropping one or both of the balls, once I was gagged. You assured me that I would not be gagged for a while since you wanted to see just how this would go. I acknowledged with a nod. I felt you tug on the 3 point clips to see if they were tight enough for your wanting. I could feel your hands on my breasts squeezing them, making them swell, then the rubbing of the exposed nipple tip. It almost burned, but felt tingly. Then you must have tightened them a little as they began to hurt slightly. Next your hands moved to my pussy, where the clip was beginning to get a bit uncomfortable. I felt a sudden pinch and realized you put the clothes pin on one of my pussy lips, then another, until you had 4 clothes pins on each of my outer pussy lips. I could hear you ripping off a piece of tape. You pulled the lips open using the clothes pins and taped the pins to thighs. This left my pussy open and viewable. I felt that you had placed your fingers around the erect nub of my clit, teasing it.
When you asked if you could tighten the clip a little., I told you that it was already beginning to get sore, but that it probably would be ok for a little while. Next thing I knew I felt it squeeze tighter, then your tongue was caressing it, massaging the portion exposed beyond the bonding clip. It felt indescribably good. As you were doing that my juices began to moisten my opening and my inner walls started convulsing. You reached up my belly with one hand and tugged on the chain between my nipple clips, sending a jolt of pain and fear into my inner depths. I quickly inhaled, trying to regain my composure. Your tongue was dancing in circles now and prompting forth an orgasm, yet none came.
I wasn't sure why I didn't climax, it was there, but nothing. I was struggling in my bonds and my pussy was overflowing, streaming down my legs. Your mouth would greedily lap the juices and once again return to my swollen clit. Occasionally you would tug on the chain sending shock waves through my bulging nipples. I didn't know IF I want to scream stop or scream in ecstasy. Your hands would reach up and rub the tips of my nipples and the burning sensation increased with your more vigorous rubs, eliciting some delightful moans Several minutes of this manipulation took place before you rose to your feet and went to the back of me.
Hanging helplessly, I felt uncomfortable, but excited beyond words. I could feel your hands massaging, spreading and kneading my ass. Soon I felt your hands slide down my inside thighs and return sticky from cunt juice. As your hands stroked my body, they would roam freely to my swollen tits and tug playfully at my nipples and squeeze them into firm mounds of flesh. Once and a while a tug to the chain, searing into my nipples and now my clit, with the absence of your tongue, the sensation was painful. Your body moved to my front side again. You asked me how I was doing and I told you I was fine but that my clit was beginning to get raw. You told me that was fine, that I would soon put my clit out of my mind and concentrate on other things. However, you did decide to loosen the clip a bit so that some more blood could flow into my nerve center. Gently, I felt the tightness loosen, just ever so slightly, but a definitive difference none the less.
With the loosening of the clip came the question IF I was prepared to go on. I nodded and whispered yes.
Whhooosssssssssssh went the first movement of the whip on my ass. My cheeks clenched tightly in anticipation of more. I squealed in surprise and perhaps some fear due to my exposure. You were right, I forgot all about my sore clit at that very moment. Then the strikes came in slow and then in fast succession, over my ass, my thighs, my back, my arms, my breasts and tender nipples (using extreme caution not to PULL loose any of my clips – as they may tear tender flesh and that was NOT wanted), my tummy and finally the stinging came to rest as a few final licks were unleashed on my soaking wet, clipped open pussy and clit. Tears formed in my eyes. I was embarrassed, on fire, scared, yet curious of how much more of this you would dish out and how much more could I take.
As quick as you began the whipping you returned to tenderly caressing my sore spots with your mighty hands and soft pliable tongue. My nipples loved the wet attention and stood proudly for your massaging and I winched when you pinched them, my pussy spasmed and relaxed and clenched tightly and relaxed. I felt your tongue draw a beeline for my pussy. The heat was rising and the aroma filled my nostrils. I felt you inhale sharply and then your tongue began a slow taunting dance upon my tender clit. It was more sore, more sensitive than ever before. The wet kisses and probing made me delirious, but I was torn between the soreness and the softness, trying to accept the pleasures being given.
At no time did you penetrate me. I wanted your fingers to delve deeply within my wet cavern, but no matter the movements I made, I was denied. In fact, orgasms were being denied. Today, this moment was about teases; pleasures and orgasms would follow.
As you sensed my continuing arousal, you stood and moved away. In a second flat, I felt a new pain, a smack to the butt cheek. Ah, I recognized the wooden ping pong paddle. Ouch, I winced as another one hit square on the cheek. Then a light tap here and there and another hum dinger on the cheek. I could feel you moving around me and then a smack to my clipped nipple and swollen tit and then one to the other side. Tears flowed down my cheeks, but I never dropped a ball, nor said a word. The pain was more than I was prepared for. I didn't hate it. I just was more scared, shocked and unprepared than I had planned. Then I felt it. I jolt, searing, tearing into my insides as you applied to handle end to my pinched pussy, just once. That was enough to make me keenly aware of the punishment that could be rendered on one.