Friday
Yawning as I realize my phone is ringing, reaching to glance at the caller ID and smiling as I read the incoming number. My voice deep with sleep, and, as always when you come to mind, desire. A lazy hello greets me as I flick open the phone, already eliciting a soft moan from me. "Good morning babe," is the most I can muster at this hour.
The time zones play havoc with our sleep patterns, and my morn is your day half gone...so you chuckle at my greeting and sleepy voice. Responding as always my body comes to life while my brain is still sleep shrouded and my hand drifts to my crotch, rubbing across the freshly shaved pubis, enjoying the silky feel of my skin. Your voice, also taking on a husky edge asks, "Is your hand already where I suspect it is?" "Mmmmmmm," is the best I can add in response.
"My tart...pull your hand from your cunt and listen to me for a minute, I have work to be done as you laze about with your hand where my mouth longs to be." You talk and I listen, your lovely accent making my skin quiver, I hang on your every word. As you finish, my pussy is pouring, my clit aching to be stroked, my nipples singing tight, puckering the aureole. Assuring you that I have not touched myself again...I groan as you explain that I cannot use my hands in any way to pleasure myself...but that if I can find a way to do so...without involving my hands...then I may go right ahead...in fact my orders are to achieve five separate orgasms today, by way of inanimate objects. When I have done that I must read the email...not before and follow the next set of instructions.
Groaning on this Good Friday, knowing that good will not be part of my demeanor today....I whimper my good byes into the phone. Laying back in bed, just the knowledge that I may not touch my engorged clit or nipples...I close my eyes, tightly pressing my thighs together. My brain wills me to reach down and touch, one little touch, should be sufficient to take me to the brink of that first orgasm, shaking off the thought, I bound out of bed, and slip into the bathroom. As I pee I eye up the shower, longingly looking at the hand held shower head...would be so easy to let the jet of water play over my throbbing clit, clean and cumming in one fell swoop. But that would be using my hand to help my orgasm and then...an idea.
Smiling as I stand and put the plug in the tub...a bath is definitely in order this morning. Adjusting the temp as I turn the faucets on high I climb into the tub, laying back and pushing myself forward, letting my feet crawl the wall until my willful cunt is positioned directly under the flow from the faucet. I part my legs as far as possible and groan as my pussy lips part, my clit directly in the stream. Wanting to pull at my puffy lips or tear into my swollen nipples I resist and let the water pummel my clit. The delicious feelings seeping into me, my clit dancing under the waterfall, trying not to wriggle and to keep that water in constant contact, I can feel the familiar pressure building...and I wait.
The tremors and quivers that accompany this precum state are quite intense, owing to the fact that it is almost as if my hands are literally tied and unable to help. Bucking my hips upwards as the orgasm finally hits....so sensitive that I almost pull away....but hold this position as it rolls, and rolls as if thunder from a storm. As it wanes, slowly receding, I slide back in the tub and allow the water to soothe and caress me. Closing my eyes as the tub fills, shivering uncontrollably as my wet nipples, exposed to the air tighten and pucker even more. Turning off the faucet, I slip under the water...eyes, nose and mouth the only parts kept in the air. Breathing deeply and relaxing...thinking of how to get to number two.
Pulling the plug with my toes, I lay back as the water drains, standing at last to shampoo and soap, showering off quickly and stepping out and into a fluffy towel...rubbing briskly at my skin. The towel working magic as I rub it across my nipples, causing me to suck air across clenched teeth. Unable to resist, I scrub my nipples to a raw mass of swollen flesh, wondering if this is in violation of the rules...but reasoning that I do have to dry off. I drop the towel to the floor and slip into a short robe leaving the front open, letting the air dry my skin even as it cools me and makes me shiver.
Collecting the soiled laundry I take it down the basement steps, the temperature dropping as I descend. I scan the basement for a way to cum again and can't quite find anything that would do the trick. AS I finish adding the soap to the machine and flick it on, I turn and am faced with the cold metal pole that supports the upper floor. Smiling I grab it with both hands up high for balance and tilt my hips....letting my mound grind against the cold smooth surface. The retained chill in the metal pole making me gasp...I continue, also pressing my left nipple to the cold steel. Sliding my closed cunt up and down, my clit starting to pulse a little from the friction, my lips part and my inner hot pick flesh is in direct contact. OMG.....the sensation indescribable...my clit instantly hard and long...hood retracted and I can hear the clink of my pierced hood on the metal pole.
Mashing harder with my nipple....and grinding hard, the sensations almost painful, feeling the juices on the pole making it easier to slide up and down. My fingers aching as I grip so hard...letting my greedy cunt open and kiss the cool steel. Closing my eyes I grind up and down....back and forth and then without the familiar warning...I am cummming... screaming and cummming... can't stop grinding... it hurts so wonderfully, the cold metal searing to my hot wet flesh.
My nipple scraping and throbbing while I slide and wriggle through another orgasm. Collapsing to the floor...I lay back and stare at the ceiling, waiting for my hungry body to still, my depraved mind to settle down. Mentally already starting to calculate my next three climaxes....my limbs finally able to take my weight....I climb back up the stairs to sink into the computer chair.
Avoiding my email program....knowing that I would not be able to resist and would not be able to lie successfully when next talking to him...I instead peruse the new Adult FriendFinder members. So many pics of hard naked cocks, my cunt starts stewing its juices. I wriggle on the chair...as my fingers fly on the mouse, jumping from one pic to the next.
Finding a video to watch I lean back in the chair...legs splayed wide and watch, getting more aroused with each lash of the whip, watching her backside turning crimson, a sharp shock cruises my spine, making my muscles lock. I frantically search my kitchen...so in need of penetration and I see the upright vacuum handle staring back at me....switching it on, a low vibration travels through the handle. Maneuvering my body so that I can lower my gaping wet pussy over the handle...I let myself down, moaning as it penetrates my aching cunt. Letting it settle fully into me, my cunt spasms around the rigid handle, my hands afraid to touch my nipples, clasped in the standard behind the head position...I let my legs work the make shift dildo in and out of my stretched hole.
Oh, to be able to also stroke my clit...the orgasm builds but does not quite make it to the edge. Groaning in frustration, I cast my eyes and seeing the chair I inch my way to it....muscles dragging the vacuum the few feet til I can rest my clit on the arm of the chair...the handle still embedded deep inside me. After just a few strokes back and forth I am again cumming....screaming THREEEEEE! My body jerks and shudders, enjoying the full feeling inside....the rasping of my clit. As I am howling in ecstasy, I hear a knock at the door...crimson faced I hoist my dripping cunt off the handle and wrap my robe tightly around me. With shaking hands I wrench open the door to be confronted with my friend who had promised to drop by and give me a hand assembling my ceiling fan.
He gives me a quizzical glance as he sniffs the air and a grin splits his face. "So that's what the screaming was about."...he chuckles. "Guess I'm a little late to help with that am I?" I assure him that never too late to help with that , my voice still husky, eyes still glazed with the afterglow of orgasm. He grabs me and kisses me, pulling my hair back so that I must look into his eyes. He parts my robe and reaches beneath to cup my drenched mound in his hand. Probing inside with one finger, he growls into my mouth. I place both hands behind my head , clasping my fingers tightly as I moan, and wriggle on his finger.
Letting go of me, he smiles and says, "So that is the game this time is it....what are the rules this time?" Shaking my head I let him know that I cannot tell, and that he must figure it out on his own. He sits in the chair and grabs his cell phone...after a quick conversation he looks back at me and laughs out loud..."Lets get to number 5 so that we can read that email."
Tag teamed again, I can do nothing but stand and wait for him to help me, quivering and shaking, my knees threatening to give way. He reaches once more and hooks his three fingers into my cunt and pulls me close...my thighs sticky and wet as my juices continue to seep from my eager hole. He licks my cheek, nips my lower lip and bites down hard on my earlobe before whispering in my ear, "Turn around and bend over!"
I can hear his belt buckle jangle as I comply with his demand. Gasping for air, my buttock muscles rippling, I stare at the floor. Hearing that first whoosh I tense as the belt strikes my bottom. My feet shuffle forward slightly as it knocks me off balance....and then three more in quick succession. Ready to scream I feel something running up and down my slit...being pushed into my vagina and then running to my puckered rosebud. He grabs my hair and pulls back so that I can not move forward and pushes against me, my rosebud blossoming and allowing the object to penetrate my tight asshole. I hear a low hum, and feel the handle of the vacuum start to vibrate deep in my ass...my pulls me back further until the pressure becomes a pain and I scream in frustration.
Howling the spanking begins once more, he finds his rhythm and my cheeks are crisscrossed with three dozen stripes. There is a pause as I catch my breath and then the whoosh....OMG....my pussy and clit....the tip of his belt striking my swollen clit....screaming, my ass convulses on the handle and I cummmmm and cummmmm and OMGGGGGGG, the belt strikes my ass and my cunt , my clit bucking and heaving...until I fall forward...too weak to stop myself. A screaming writhing mass on the floor.
His voice as from a distance says simply, "Four." He allows me to quiver on the floor until I can sit up....looking at him he hands me a bottle of water and tell me to drink. So I do. Then he pulls me to my feet and kisses me...telling me to assume the position. So like the obedient soul that I am....I drop to my knees, hands behind my head....knees spread and wait. He leaves the room and to my horror comes back with my bag of toys...oh my. Number 5 may finish me off.
"I am in a hurry to read that email....so lets get to number 5 quickly." his smile dances on his face, his eyes lighting up. He rummages in the bag and finds the inflatable butt plug, the cruelest of nipple clamps, the clover leafs and a strap on clit vibe. Silently he attaches the clamps to my nipples, pushes the plug into my well lubed ass and pumps it up til my hole is stretched, ass filled...and then he positions the vibe and sits back in the chair watching me....remote control in hand. He thumbs it on and turns it up to high speed...instantly producing a fresh loud groan from me...and my hips start to undulate. After only two minutes...I gasp, tensing ready to cum again....when he turns the vibe off and strikes my breasts with his belt..."But not too quick...."
