A Simple Ride Home - Chapter 5
Quick author's note:
Sorry for the delay in keeping this story going, but here's a continuation of the last scene. Not sure if this is the end of the story, or not. I have some thoughts about starting a new one, so stay tuned. For those just reading into this story for the first time, I think there's plenty here to keep you entertained, but if you have time, I'd suggest you read in from the beginning to understand how we got here. Either way, thanks for all the positive feedback. It encourages me to keep writing.
Freshly shaved and strapped down tightly, I settle back from the edge of orgasm to regain my senses. Taking in the clean scent of shaving cream that fills the air, I watch Steph slowly strut over to a small wet bar where she pours a glass of water. Drinking it down in one big swig, she swallows and says, "Ahhhh. That was good. Want some Emma?"
"Sure."
Steph pours another glass and hands it to Emma before turning her attention back towards me. "I bet our bound friend may want a little refreshment as well." I mumble in agreement through my saliva coated ball gag.
Pouring another glass of water, Steph sets it on the counter before reaching into the cupboard to grab a straw. Slipping it into the glass, she heads my way with a refreshed Emma following closely behind. "Can you remove her gag, Emma?" Without a word, Emma reaches behind my head and unbuckles the gag strap before slowly pulling it from my tortured jaw. Dripping with drool, I ignore the fact that some has landed on my right breast as I watch her wipe the ball off before setting it back on the table. Turning my attention back towards Steph, I see her holding the glass of water with one hand and the straw with the other. Bringing the glass close to the side of my head, she carefully guides the straw into my mouth. Wrapping my lips tightly around the straw I quickly suck in some water. Feeling the cool liquid working its way down, I'm thankful for the refreshment after my near orgasm. Watching intently, Steph asks if I want more, and I nod in agreement.
"Look Emma. The way she is sucking that straw, I'm pretty sure this isn't the first time she's sucked the liquid out of a tube." Emma laughed understanding the double meaning. It was not lost on me either, and she is right. I've blown plenty of guys before, but this was certainly a very different scenario. Pulling the straw out, Steph adds, "I think we may need to put those skills to use later." Walking away, she sets the empty glass on the cupboard by the sink before heading back towards us both where she stands directly between my splayed out legs. "In the meantime, let's put that gag back in." Emma immediately picks up the red ball gag and brings it back up to my face. I willingly open my mouth to accept its invasion. As she pushes it in, I realize I did that without hesitation, causing me to stop to think about just how much my life has changed since that fateful Uber ride Friday evening.
Watching the action until the gag is secured, Steph then turns her attention downward toward my crotch. "Well, I see Meg's beautiful, freshly shaved pussy is pulsing for more. Too bad, because it will just have to wait. I think her breasts deserve some attention too." Pausing before adding, "Please hand me those nipple clamps Emma."
Yikes. Nipple clamps? I've never had anything like that on before. As sensitive as my breasts are I'm thinking this is going to hurt, so I try to protest with a head shake and a grunt. Steph is having none of it. Instead, I see her tauntingly hold up the clamps for me to see before walking around to my side.
"So, judging by your reaction, I'm assuming you've never had clamps on your nipples before." Despite the straps holding my head down, I manage to shake my head no enough that Steph notices. "Oh, I understand your concerns Meg, but don't worry, they only hurt for a second. After that, you'll understand exactly how their relentless pressure on your nipples will enhance your experience."
Resigned to my fate, I simply grunt in protested acceptance as I stare directly into the stunning green eyes the lured me here in the first place. Hovering just inches above me, Steph sets one of the clamps on my heaving chest just below my breasts. Cold at first touch, it actually feels good on my skin given the heat of the moment. She then holds the other clamp up and tauntingly pinches it open with one hand, while firmly encircle my right breast with the other hand. Squeezing hard, I see my breast surge skyward with the additional pressure as the flesh and blood compress. At the top, my nipple cries out for attention above the pulsing mountain of my flesh. As Steph bends lower to apply the first clamp, I can feel her warm breath against my skin.
"My Meg, that nipple sure seems to want some attention." She then slowly moves the open jaws of the clamp into position where it tauntingly surrounds my enlarged nipple. Holding it open for dramatic effect, she adds, "Are you ready?" I just close my eyes in anxious anticipation. Moments later I feel a sharp shooting pain resonate through my soul as the clamp pinches my hyper-sensitive skin. I instantly flinch to escape the pain, but the bonds hold my efforts in check. After the initial shock, I open my eyes to see Steph gleefully grinning while she enjoys my hopeless struggles. Regaining my senses, I start feeling the sexual effects of the pressure on my nipple. I've never understood how pain could be pleasure before, but I'm beginning to come around to it as the clamp's unrelenting pinch sends a constant reminder of my situation. With my crotch pulsing, I see Steph bend over to pick up the second clamp.
"There, that wasn't so bad. Was it?" As she positions the new clamp over my other breast and holds it open in a similar fashion as before. Always a step ahead, she adds, "Judging by your crotch, it seems like you're ready for the second one." I can only roll my eyes in frustration before shifting my focus to the second clamp that is now looming above its target. As I watch her release the jaws, my nipple explodes with pain, and I again convulse in my bonds.
Just like before, the pain is only momentary and before long both nipples are now sending sexual signals into my thoughts. Still not fully understanding how this can be so pleasurable, I decide to give up on my analysis and just enjoy with the wonderfully odd feelings originating from my breasts.
"Those look amazing on you Meg. Maybe we should make those permanent."