Forward
This story is strictly about what happens between Mrs. Sang and I, after she left me bound nude, whipped and aroused at the end of 'The Mysterious Mrs. Sang- Grace'.
Any plot events or character developments will be continuing with the story after this one.
Let me reiterate: this is strictly an erotic tale about Mrs. Sang and me the night after we had escaped being kidnapped.
The very naughty bits begin with Chapter Two.
Chapter One – TENS
I could hear Mrs. Sang moving about from my position. I was still bound nude and gagged with hands together and secured high above my head while standing on tip toe.
My wrists were cuffed together and attached to a winch by a cable above my head. My ankles were also tied together. My ass was still tender from the cruel beating she had given me and from the anal intruder that now occupied it. My cock was tender and very sensitive, as well.
Mostly I was still very aroused. She had interrogated me with the belt and lubrication. Any time I said 'yes' she whipped me and anytime I said 'no', she masturbated me to the brink of orgasm. It had been a reclaiming of sorts for both of us.
She had been thoughtful enough to place the harness on my nude body. It was the one with the hollow anal phallus (now filled) and the open place that emphasized my privates.
After a few minutes I heard her high heels clip across the kitchen floor before she made her way down into the basement.
Mrs. Sang was wearing the golden Chinese Silk gown tonight. As usual she had put her hair up and done her face. She looked spectacular. In her hands, she held a tray with several items on it.
She placed the tray on the shelf that ran the length of the wall of whips. Picking up a small nearly flat rectangle of plastic, she made her way over to stand in front of me.
There, she waved the item in front of my face and softly asked, "Do you remember this?"
I felt a small shiver of fear as I eyed the 'TENS' unit in her hands. I nodded and she smiled.
"The last time we used this, it ended badly..." She stated the obvious calmly, as though I hadn't been there.
I found I was holding my breath and I forced myself to take a deep breath and consciously relax.
Mrs. Sang continued, "We are all alone tonight. I just got a call from my niece while I was changing to say she was staying at a girlfriend's tonight and not to worry. So we have 'much' more time to play, than usual."
She smiled condescendingly and said, "I find that I would very much like to experiment with this on you. Think of it as research."
Mrs. Sang paused to look me in the eye and waited for a moment. When I remained silent, she knew that I was willing to try what she had in store. I had not used my safe word but it was apparent that I was quite nervous.
It took the work of a couple of moments for her to secure the sticky patches that conducted the lower voltage electricity to my ass and lower back.
"These are the places that we will be starting with." She said firmly, "Oh, and don't worry too much. We'll be starting off slow and low."
I didn't know whether she had any experience with this thing or not but she acted like she did. I was nervously willing to let her 'research' how this thing worked on me.
She turned the unit on, pressed the massage setting and slowly rotated the dial until it was at the third setting.
The low charge pulled at my lower back. It wasn't horribly uncomfortable and I knew I could stand this setting for quite a while.
Mrs. Sang smiled and placed the unit in a holder attached to a pole that I was bound next to. I had quite forgotten that she had started this the night she had invited Madame Chung over (see The Mysterious Mrs. Sang – Endurance'). That had ended badly and I had forgotten parts of that night completely. Obviously Mrs. Sang had not.
Opening up a folding chair, in front of me, she went over to the shelf and picked up a bottle of lubricant and a washcloth. She resumed her seat and I knew what was coming next.
My belly fluttered with anticipation as she squeezed a dollop of lubricant into her hand while eyeing my cock possessively.
I found I was very tense, this was in spite of the fact that I knew nothing bad was going to happen. The continuous electric jolts from the 'TENS' unit were not going to hurt me but try as I might, I could not shake the tension that was getting in the way of our fun and games.
As if she could read my mind, Mrs. Sang spoke, "I can see that you are very tense. I want you to know that if you want to stop, you have but to say the word."
She paused to run her hands up and down the front of my nude and bound body in a reassuring way.
"I view your submission to me as a trust." She smiled as she spoke, "I will not violate that trust again!"
When I said nothing, she continued, "I'm going to torment you for the rest of the night with the 'TENS' unit on. This will build a positive experience with it."
I somehow felt better. It was as if her confiding in me was a source of relief and in a way, it was. It was like a weight had been lifted off of my shoulders and I silently vowed to make this, a night to remember.
Chapter Two – Lubrication
Mrs. Sang reached out and grasped my semi hard erection with her lubricated right hand. Her cool wet left hand grabbed the base of my cock in a confident and skilled manner.
I knew I was in for an erotic and powerful hand job tonight!
Starting at the base of my sensitive cock, Mrs. Sang slowly, deliberately and firmly ran her right hand up the length of my very sensitive shaft.
Under other conditions, that act alone, was enough to make me hard, Combined with her earlier sexual interrogation and torment, I became iron hard by the time she had reached the base of the head of my shaft.
It felt like my cock would explode, it was so hard. When she ran her hand lightly over the head of my turgid erection, I jerked and groaned erotically. Mrs. Sang murmured approvingly.
Then her right hand let go of my hard dick; reached down to the base and she repeated her actions. Again I jerked and groaned.
It was going to be a powerful orgasm when she finally allowed me to come. Of this I was sure!
Her hand seemed to feel out every ridge and swell on my hard dick. As though possessed of a mind of its own, her cruel hand caressed those places on my erection that were most vulnerable to her touch.
And the 'TENS' unit worked my lower back and butt. It made the muscles and nerves jump and spasm in that continuous way that seemed tolerable at a low level.
After a couple more slow careful strokes, I sensed a change in my lover's demeanour. Her left hand braced the base of my cock even firmer and her right hand...Well it went even faster (but not any harder).
I groaned with the intensity of it and shivered in spite of my best efforts to not move.
Not coming quickly became a matter of willpower and pride! I used every trick I could think of. Breathing, counting and imagining non erotic images...I tried them all. I met with only limited success.
I heard Mrs. Sang's breathing becoming ragged and I knew that she was becoming aroused. Her hands seemed to travel faster and harder and firmer! The vibrator up my anal passage hummed away and the 'TENS' unit made me jerk.
It was as though I could see myself below and the picture was both pleasing and erotic.
I felt her hand grab my cock at its base and now race over the sensitive tissue until it reached the head. Without pause, it continued on its journey to the end. Even though it was a light touch, it was so intense, it hurt.
Suddenly, she stopped and stood up. With her face inches from mine she spoke.
"I'm going to reverse the direction now!" She announced.
"As I have said on other nights, I should no longer have to tell you not to come!"Mrs. Sang reiterated.
She sat back down in front of me and braced the base of my cock with her left hand. Her right thumb and forefinger circled the bulbous head of my dick before rushing down the head and then down the shaft until it met her right hand.
The shock that went through me because of her actions aroused a yell of pain and she laughed before doing it again!
The third time Mrs. Sang circled my turgid erection with her right thumb and forefinger, she did something different. She moved her hand up and down over the head of my tender dick only. I grunted and struggled and while it hurt, it was still a pleasurable chore. I struggled not to come.
She left the shaft alone, which was lucky for me or I'd have shot my wad. Of that, I'm absolutely sure.
When she spoke, she did so without raising her head.
"Look down!" She commanded fiercely, "Tighten up your stomach like you are going to take a punch and look down!"
I obeyed and pushed my stomach slightly out as I had been taught to do when learning stomach conditioning exercises in Kung-Fu.
When I looked down, my eyes beheld an amazing sight. Her hands were thick with the white goo of lubrication. As she tormented me, the stuff slipped between her fingers and fell onto the floor!
All along, she had been squirting lubrication into her hands to help me endure her sexual torment. I had not known and if I hadn't looked, I would never have believed it.
Without the lubrication, I'm sure I would not have been able to stand it. Hell, even with the vast amounts of lubricant, I could barely stand it.
Mrs. Sang continued to work my dick in a diligent and (dare I say it) professional manner.
I had rarely been to the heights that she took me to that night. Her knowing hand continued to work its magic by travelling back down the head and then, down the shaft until it met her left hand.
She knew from previous experiences that I had an extraordinarily difficult time achieving orgasm this way. The only way I usually came during a hand job was when she stroked my dick from base to head, in that order.
Any other way of sexually manipulating my cock got it hard and kept it that way but I just couldn't get enough arousal to come.
It must have made for a fun time because she kept me hard a lot but I didn't reach climax unless she wanted me to.
What she sometimes did after I had come was downright cruel but I was still aroused by that too.
And after all, I had confided in her about it...
Chapter Three – Hard Ride
Mrs. Sang suddenly stopped fondling my iron hard dick. I was so very aroused.
Precum had mixed liberally with her applied lubricant. It made for a slippery yet sensitive ride.
First she hand bound me nude and on tip toe. Next she had gagged me and violated me anally. After she had alternately whipped and sexually aroused me while I was interrogated.
