by Simone Leigh
Bound and quivering, I shake my head. He’s right. I have no idea. What is he going to do? Torture me with feathers? For the first time ever, I feel a frisson of fear of Michael and what he might do.
Jeez, but I want to fuck….
“Ah.” he raises a finger. “Nearly forgot. Back in a mo…”
He leaves the room, returning after a minute with a glass jug. “I chose this one, so you can see what’s inside.”
Water, rattling full with ice….
My whole body is taut, tensioned. And trembling…
“I thought I just wanted to fuck you. To make you look at me the way I want you to. But that can come later. There’s no hurry.”
He runs his hands, palms flat down over the slick skin of my belly and breasts. Looking down between my thighs at my sex, the egg is still merrily buzzing away inside me, vibing through my core and clit. He reaches in, hooking it out. “That’s done its job. Don’t want you losing your sensitivity…. Gotta have a taste though.” He sucks one of his fingers clean.
“Mmm, lovely.” He sticks his fingers back inside me again, coating himself in my juices, then pushes his hand at my mouth. “Open up. Suck yourself off me.”
Obediently, I clean his fingers with my tongue, and all the while, he watches my face.
Michael bends down, face close to my sex, and ‘Aaahhhhs’ warm breath over my exposed core. I whimper, shuddering.
Then he circles my clit with the tip of his tongue, touching me nowhere else.
I moan, eyes squeezing closed. My head would fling back, were I able, but in my restricted position, flat on the carpet, I cannot.
“Mmm… can’t quite reach you easily like that.” He fishes a pillow from the bed, and with little apparent effort, heaves me up at the hips, shoving it under me.
He’s so strong…
My pelvis lifted by the pillow, spine arched, I am even more exposed. I sigh in relief as some of the tension on my knees is eased by my new position, but Michael notices.
“Can’t be having that. Definitely don’t want you relaxing.” He tightens up the rope again, further spreading me.
“That’s better. Now, let’s have another go at this.”
Reaching into the jug, he fishes out an ice cube. Fingers dripping, he dribbles chilled water over my flushed stomach and waist.
“Aaahhhh….”
The ice cube held between finger and thumb, he circles my left nipple, sending electric tingles jolting down through my core. The nipple, smooth and soft in the heat, crinkles to a tight nub, a hard bud, projecting clear of the breast.
“That’s better.” Michael picks up a small clamp, holding it in front of my face for a moment, snapping the teeth at me in demonstration, then gently, clips it over the nipple.
It is excruciating.
I scream, and my pussy convulses, gushing. Hips juddering, I gasp and cry out.
Michael sits back, watching me for a moment until I calm down a bit, then reaches out, and very gently, squeezes the clamp.
This time I shriek, struggling and straining against the bonds holding me.
Quaking and bucking, I watch my ‘Golden Lover’ in disbelief as, again, he waits until I have quietened down and then, calmly, reaches over and squeezes again.
Again, it is agonizing, but this time not so much so. Michael is right. The body protects itself; desensitises after a while. I yell, but now so loudly.
“Yes,” he comments. “That’s wearing off, I think.” He smiles brightly at me. “Isn’t it good that you have two nipples?”
My chest heaving, sweating profusely now, knowing what is coming, I watch as Michael repeats the performance, fishing out an ice cube, circling my right nipple until it stands up hard. Even this sends fire through me….
He watches me, his face expressionless. “I’m going to enjoy finally fucking you. Might take you up the back though. Then I can slap those stripes of yours before they heal over completely, make you jump about a bit. Might as well get my value out of them.”
Holding a second clamp over my other nipple, he hesitates, watching me intently while he makes me wait, seeing what he is about to do. Then he snaps it into place.
This time there is nothing remotely gentle about it. He clamps it on hard, then squeezes, relaxes, squeezes, relaxes….
I scream and yell. Each time he squeezes, pain surges through me, ripping through to my pulsing cunt.
“James,” he says. “I’m nothing like done here yet, but do you want to suck her out for a bit? I think you’d enjoy that, while I make her squeal.”
My head swivels sideways. My Master is sitting on the bed, leaning back, sipping a glass of wine.
“Master! I didn’t see you there.” It is difficult to speak through my panting.
“You were busy.” he replies laconically, although with a glint of humour in his eye. “Michael saw me, though.”
“How long have you been there?”
“Oh, I think I caught most of it. I heard a rumpus from downstairs, and came to see if something was amiss….” He leans forward onto his knees. “You know I would have paid to see this if it weren’t free. And yes, I think I will; thank you, Michael.”
As Michael sits beside me, tormenting my nipples, my hips in convulsions, my Master settles on his stomach between my thighs.
“Don’t let her come. If she gets close, stop her.” says Michael.
“Of course.” My Master leans in, lapping at me, licking up my hot juices, swiping circles inside me. My pussy begins to vibrate, but he feels it and withdraws, instead, licking at my thighs, before withdrawing back to his chair. “Ah, no, Charlotte. You and Michael started this one. I’m just an observer here.”
That didn’t feel like fucking observation…
Michael gives the clamp a last pinch, watching me closely again. “Nope, I think that one’s done its best too.”
He removes both clamps, and the pain subsides a little from my tormented nipples.
Michael is fishing through his toys on the carpet. He produces something else, another clamp.
“This one has a vibe attached.” he comments. “Here, let me show you.” He clips it to my left nipple, before flicking a switch on a small control unit. The clamp starts to vibrate, but the nipple is numbed, and I don’t react much. He turns it off.
“As I said…” continues Michael, “…the body desensitises, but that’s not where I’m going to use this one. That was just a demonstration.”
He reaches between my legs and, for a horrified moment as I realise his target, I hover, breath held, before, slipping the hood back first, he clips the thing to my clit.
He hunkers down between my thighs. “You remember some weeks ago, you upset James here, and he gave you a lesson in orgasm denial? Now you’re going to get another one, but it’s going to go a bit further…”
Further?
The one time my Master has really been angry with me and administered ‘discipline’, was unforgettable and left me unable to stand.
Michael pulls out something else; a small, silvery, bullet shaped object. Again, he fiddles with a control unit, and it starts buzzing. Reaching under me, he slips it inside me at the back.
My insides are humming. My pussy palpitating.
I want to cum.
“Don’t get any ideas.” he says. “You’re not cumming yet.”
Then he turns on the clit vibe. Fire stabs through me. I arch and tense, my spine and thighs quivering with strain, wailing with arousal, and the need to climax.
Michael slides a couple of fingers inside me, rubbing at my inner walls. He knows exactly where my g-spot is.
Any trace of control I have is failing. My body heaving and shuddering, breathing ragged, the climb to climax is swift. The tautness in my pussy wells. Orgasm is taking me….
I gasp in shock.
Iced water poured over my clit, labia, and pussy, splashing over my thighs, quells my orgasm before it blooms, and I lie there, shaking helplessly, puffing and blowing as my vibrating cunt
hovers….
“I did say that you’re not going to cum yet.”
“Oh God, Michael. You’ve made your point. Please, I need to cum.”
“My point? No, not trying to make any point. I just want to see that look on your face.”
I stare at him. “Yup, that’s the one.” he says. “Let’s go over that again, shall we.”
He wipes me over with a towel, removing most over the chill. The vibes from my clit and ass have never ceased, and now, warming again, my orgasm begins once more to curl up inside me.
Michael, holding my eyes, glances sideways for a moment. “We’ll take a break for a minute. Let’s see you suck James off. He’s ready to blow.”
He stops both vibes, unclipping the one on my clit, releasing some of the tension in my hips and spine. My Master straddles my chest, unzipping to pull out his cock, shoving it at my mouth. From my trussed position, I can barely raise my head, so another pillow is shoved under, enabling me to take my Master in my mouth. As he pushes inside, trailing pre-cum over my lips and tongue, he comments “That’s a better position for your face. You’ll have more of a view for whatever Michael has in mind next.”
Next?
Already rock hard and ready, my Master doesn’t take long. Half a dozen short thrusts into my mouth and he cums, spurting his hot cream, spilling it over my tongue. As he finishes, he withdraws and jets his last over my face, wiping his cock clean on my cheek as he finishes.
“Michael’s turn again now.” he says. “Thank you, Michael. I was ready for that.”
Michael produces the egg again, turning it on, and upping the power. “Full power this time.” he says, pushing it inside me.
I wail and arch again, as my already swollen and now, hypersensitive pussy, reverberates with the egg. Michael settles himself between my legs, both hands probing into my cunt and clit. “I know just how to play you, Charlotte.” he says. “Let’s see how far we can take this.”
He positions the jug of iced water and the towel close by
From his position, and with my head now raised, he is watching me square on. With one hand, he finger-fucks me, one finger, then two, then three, scraping past the egg and at my sweet spot inside as he does so. With the other hand, he works my clit, a finger holding the hood back, thumb flicking at the hard nub. The flicking combines with the vibrations to produce a sensation utterly indescribable, and utterly irresistible.
Inexorably, my climax mounts again, and quickly. My pussy clenching around his fingers, hips shaking uncontrollably, orgasm rises, billowing up from my pulsing cunt….
….and is quenched in icy water again. For good measure, Michael rubs an ice cube inside my pussy, against the quivering inner muscles. All the while, I howl and scream.
Again, he wipes me dry and starts working my screaming cunt and clit again. Eyes squeezed shut, wailing and crying my need to cum, I strain and writhe against my bonds.
“Look at me Charlotte.” says Michael.
I can’t. My eyes won’t open. Shuddering and shaking, I can’t look.
“I said, look at me.”
Forcing my eyes open, I look at Michael.
“That’s better. I want to see your expression…. Intense enough for you?”
“Yes…” Through my panting, I almost whisper the word.
“I didn’t hear you. Intense enough for you?”
“Yes, yes. Oh, please, let me cum. Michael. Please, I need to cum.”
“Alright. I’ll let you cum.”
Two fingers still inside me, he rubs my clit with the thumb. With his free hand, he picks up another vibe.
As if he needed it….
As he touches the second vibe to my clit, my molten cunt explodes. Screaming out my orgasm, it racks me, wringing the howls from me as I jerk and quake.
On it goes, and on…
“Enough, Michael! Enough, please stop.”
But he doesn’t…
The vibe continues circling my clit, as it pounds and pulses me. My cunt is clenching and clutching.
I can’t bear it…
“Please, Michael. Stop. Please stop.” Is it possible to whisper, and howl at the same time? I manage it.
Still, he doesn’t stop. The tormenting vibe works my hyper-sensitive bud for another five… ten seconds before finally……
He takes the thing away, and fishes out the egg. Tossing them to one side, he strips off his jeans and plunges deeply into me, pounding my core with his engorged cock.
Again, it doesn’t take long. Already primed, after less than a minute, he groans and judders into me.
For a moment, he just lies there. I hear our twin heartbeats pounding away. Then he pulls himself up onto his knees. Looking into my eyes, one hand caressing my cheek, he stares at me. “Yeah, that’s the look, Charlotte. That’s the look.”
He turns to my Master, still sitting in his chair, eye-pointing my bound wrists. “Anything else? Before I untie her?”
“No, I enjoyed the show. Do please, release the lady.”
Released from belts and ropes, I can only lie there, exhausted, in a puddle of sweat, cum and red hair.
“A swim perhaps?” suggests my Master. “But you’d better take a shower first, Charlotte.”
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The three of us are sitting out on the terrace, overlooking the sea. In the heat, coffee, juice and toast is as much as any of us wants for breakfast.
“I have to go back to the city for a few days.” announces my Master. “I’ll be setting off after breakfast. Is there anything that either of you wants bringing back?”
Michael shrugs. “No, I’m good.”
“Me neither, Master, but this is a bit sudden, isn’t it? You never mentioned it before.”
“I’ve only just found out when I checked my e-mails this morning. Haswell wants to talk to me about something.”
“Is everything alright?”
“I think so. The tone was light enough. I’m hoping he wants to discuss an extended contract.”
“Good luck on that one.” says Michael. “You can have this place every Summer for me….”
After breakfast, my Master changes into his suit. “I’ll only be a couple of days I think.” he says, kissing me on the forehead. “See you soon.”
“Take good care of her.” he says to Michael.
“My pleasure.”
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It’s hot, really hot.
I lie in bed staring up at the ceiling, sweaty and uncomfortable. Beside me, Michael is sleeping peacefully.
Slipping from the sheets, I put on a robe and wander outside. It is a very dark, but very clear, moonless night. The stars, away from city lights and in the clean air, are amazing; diamond studded on velvet.
The pool: rippling under the starlight, it calls to me.
Slipping the robe from my shoulders, I step, naked, into the water.
The water is by no means cold, but it is cool enough to refresh, and I feel instantly better.
I swim a couple of lengths. The pool is not huge but is plenty big enough to revive me. The cool water is silky on my skin. I have never been able to swim naked before, skinny dipping lol! It feels wonderful. The swish and flow of the water over my skin is one of the most sensual things I have ever experienced.
I lie on my back, moving only enough, a small ripple of my hands, to keep myself afloat, then, remembering the long, tube-like floats, pull one from the side, tuck it under each arm and lie back, supported in the water.
With no need to move in any way, washed by tranquil waters, I simply stare up into the night sky. As my night vision improves, the stars grow even brighter, and I gaze up at the Milky Way, pick out The Plough, Cassiopeia and the unmistakable outlines of Orion.
There is a flash, and a single shooting star streaks across the sky, searing my vision, bright enough to leave an after-trail on my retina.
“Are you alright?” Michael’s voice; he is standing there, by the poolside.
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sp; “Yes, I’m good. I was too hot, but it’s gorgeous in here. Join me?”
“I’d love to.”
He drops his robe and steps, also naked, into the water, swimming over to me in a couple of smooth strokes. “You’re right. That’s good. We must do this more often.”
He swirls around onto his back, looking up. “What are you looking at? Aaahhhh…”
For a couple of minutes, we simply lie together, floating, gazing at the immensity of a star-bright sky, away from the City.
He turns in the water, spinning on his own axis to face me, then treads water slowly to me. Supported by the float under my arms and back, I am completely secure and comfortable as he embraces me. I cannot sink, and as he realises my position, he pulls the long float around me further, tucking it safely through my underarms.
I float, in a watery limbo, the slight sounds of our ripples slapping against the pool edge and the ‘creek-creek’ sound of cicadas in the background.
Michael pulls me in close, his hands cool on my skin in the water. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I draw him in, locking us together.
His hands roam over my body whilst his lips explore my breasts and nipples. He chuckles.
“What?”
“They do float, don’t they?”
Drifting over the surface, we bounce off the side and giggle. “How about the li-lo up on the terrace?” I suggest. At least then, gravity’s working for us.”
“Good idea.”
He doesn’t bother with the steps, simply hauling himself, effortlessly up over the side, then, standing, offers me a hand and lifts me out. Casting around for a moment, he picks up a large beach towel, spreading it over the mattress, and lying down on it, offers me his hand again to join him.
I lie next to him. Facing each other, very close, his lips slide over mine, so softly. Opening his mouth a little, he deepens the kiss, his hand gliding over the curve of my hip and waist. A faint trace of a breeze ripples over me, plucking my nipples and raising goose bumps on my arms.
“You’re cold?”
“Only a little.”
“Here.” he wraps the towel over my damp shoulders. “You want to go inside?”
“No, it’s beautiful out here. I want to make love with you under the stars.”
