by Frank Downey
"It's supposed to be a little uncomfortable," he chuckled. The next thing Sophia knew, she couldn't see. He was tying the blindfold behind her head.
"Warren, you're starting to worry me."
"Don't be." Suddenly, there was a ball in her mouth. She gasped, as he tightened the ball gag around in back.
"Can you breathe?" She nodded yes. "Are you scared?" She nodded yes, vigorously. "Why?" She shrugged her shoulders. "Nothing to be scared about, Pookie. Never hurt you, remember? Trust me, remember?" She nodded. "That gag may make your jaw sore, so I won't keep it in all the time. I just want you to know I have it. Besides, it'll come in handy... later... when you do your air raid siren imitation." She even chuckled a bit through the gag at that one. "OK, up on the bed, now." He helped her lift her legs up on the bed, then dragged them down so that he could reach the bedposts with the last piece of rope. She felt the rope wrapping around her ankles, and felt it tighten-not too much, but she was surely immobile, her legs spread, her feet tied to the bedposts.
"One more thing. I brought a long pillow. We want to adjust this under you, in case you want to lie down, so that it supports you with your hands being tied behind your back. I don't want your hands or your back to hurt, Pookie." He adjusted the pillow and lowered her onto it. "Is that semi-comfortable?" She nodded. Actually, it was quite comfortable, considering she was tied up. "Good."
He lied down next to her, and started speaking, softly, right into her ear. "I'm not going to hurt you. There are no whips or nipple clips in that bag." She giggled through the gag. "However, you have been a very bad girl, and you need to be punished. This is your punishment. By the time we are done here, I am going to make sure that you never stray again. Because I'm going to make sure you never want to."
"You know I'm not into pain, or aggression, or rough sex. I'm still not. That's not what's going to happen here. But I've actually had a fantasy of doing this to you for a long long time. I've never approached you with it, but today, I decided to."
"Let me tell you what's going to happen here today, Pookie. You are at my mercy. You are at my mercy for as long as I decide. You are tied up here spread-eagled on my bed, you can't see, you can't talk, you can't move. And I am going to have my way with you in as many ways as I can think up."
He heard her gasp softly through the gag. "No pain, like I said. But you will be tortured. I am going to bring you within an inch of cumming and then stop. And I'm going to do it over and over again. And if you're a very good girl, I may end your punishment and let you cum. When-and if-you have an orgasm today will be decided by me. And I know you well enough to know that once you start, you can't stop, you can be sure that the first one will last a good... long... time."
She listened to his words, getting tingly all over. He continued. "Before we end this today, you are going to understand one thing. You are mine. You are mine, for all time. And, today, you are really mine. You are my own personal plaything. I can do anything to you I want. You're helpless. You're completely helpless. You have to just like there and take it." He leaned in closer. "Does that turn you on, Pookie? Does it turn you on knowing that I can do anything I want to you?" She nodded, panting slightly. "Does it turn you on knowing that you can only cum if I say so?" She nodded vigorously. Now he was reaching down and teasing her breast. She tried to arch her back to push it into his hand, but couldn't. "Does it turn you on to be teased like this?" She groaned, but nodded. "Does it turn you on, being my own personal plaything?" She groaned and nodded. He grinned. "Looks like I've got you in a pretty submissive position, wouldn't you say?" She gasped. And realized that Niagara Falls was seemingly gushing out of her pussy.
She was very turned on.
He unbuttoned her shirt. "No bra. Good choice." He undid all the buttons, and separated the halves of the shirt to leave her breasts exposed.
He dove right in. She moaned through the gag as his lips covered her nipple, his tongue probing it. Her nipples were as erect as he had ever seen them. He moved onto the other breast, kneading the first one with his hand. She was moaning, and squirming on the bed as much as her binds would allow. Then he stopped, ignoring her moans of protest. She heard him in the bag, and suddenly she felt this extremely light and fluffy touch on her nipple. She jumped at it.
"Oh, look, it's a feather!" He said. "Won't we have fun with this!" He flicked the feather onto her nipples, alternating between the two, as she groaned and tried to raise her tits to get more contact with the wispy object. It was delicious. It was torture.
He lowered his hands under her skirt, and rubbed a finger into her panties. She groaned and bucked, as he lightly pushed her pussy through her panties. "Oh, good, you're running like a river. We want to get these adorable purple panties of yours drenched." She tried to increase the contact with his finger, but he was having none of it.
"These things are a little in the way," he said. He reached into the bag. "Don't move, sweetie, I have a scissors in my hand." She felt the metal up against her leg, as Warren cut her panties. Then, on the other leg. He pulled her ruined panties out from in between her legs. "Even cut open, I have to keep these." Warren said. "They'll smell like Sophia for months." He was idling rubbing his finger all around her pussy, slipping it out and withdrawing, teasing her clit then withdrawing, driving her nuts. He was still using the feather on her nipples. This went on for some time. She was moaning and writhing.
"Frustrated?" She nodded. "Want to cum?" She nodded vigorously. "Not yet." She groaned. He leaned down into her ear and said, "Imagine what it will feel like when I do let you come."
Suddenly, she felt the feather lightly brush her clit. She squealed. He took the feather and traced it up and down her pussy lips. The light touches all around her sex made her squeeze out little "mew! mew! mew!" sounds through her gag. Then he pushed his finger into her sex, as he drummed her clit with his thumb. She gasped, and tried to arch her back towards his hand. He got her to where she was gasping and whining, and then he withdrew his fingers.
"That's enough cunny play for a while, I think." She moaned deeply. "Let's see what else we got in this bag." She heard it rustle, and then she heard some sort of shaking sound. The next thing she knew, something very cold and very wet was on her left nipple. She gasped and mewled. She felt the cold wetness cover her left breast. Then, on her right nipple, and then covering her right breast. And a little trail, down her breasts and onto her stomach.
"Whipped cream," Warren said finally. "With two cherries on top, one for each tit. It's been forever since I've had a Sophie Sundae." He started with the trail down her stomach, and worked his way up to a breast. He lapped the whipped cream off of her breast, lingering on the nipple, making sure to clean it thoroughly. It drove her crazy.
When he had cleaned up every last drop, his tongue went to her pussy. He went right for her clit, nibbling and suckling on it, until he sensed she was close. Then he stopped. She groaned and gasped and wheezed, flushed and straining against her bonds. He checked the clock. He had been doing this for over an hour.
"Your jaw hurt?" She nodded yes. He reached behind and took off the gag, and pulled her blindfold off as well.
Free from the gag, she groaned. "Arrrrgggghhhhhhh. Ohrrhghdihrhhf. Warren I am going insane. Please. Please. It's torture."
"But Sophie, you've been a very bad girl. Do you think you deserve an orgasm?"
"Please."
"You need to be a good girl." He started flicking his finger onto her clit every couple of seconds as he talked. "Do you think you can be a good girl?"
"HRRMMM... please... yes... I can be a... OOFFF... good girl... please..."
"Maybe you can. What are you?"
"YIII... I... don't understand..."
"I'm playing with you, right? What do people play with? What are you?"
"I'm... NGGGGGHH... a toy..."
"Right. What kind of toy."
"NYIIIIEEE... a... a... sex toy... OHHH... please..."
"Right again. And who do you belong
to?"
"YUFFFF... Warren... I'm... NGGGG... Warren's sex toy... NYIIIIIIEEE..."
"Right. And how long will you be Warren's sex toy?"
She actually smiled, even through her grunting. "RRRGGGHH... Forever... and always..."
"And how do you feel about being Warren's sex toy forever and always."
"NGGGhhhh... I love it... I love you... GGRRNNN... so good... please..."
"Very good. You're a very good girl. Now tell me what you want."
"NGGGHHHHH... I want... YRRR... I want to cum... please... OYYIIEEEE... please let me cum... YAARRRGGG... Oh please... please let me cum... NYOOOORRRR... please..."
"OK. I'll let you cum, because you've been such a good girl. Got to put this gag back on, though, we wouldn't want you to wake up Vermont..."
She giggled as he reattached the gag. Then he lowered his head and aimed his tongue straight at her pussy, and relentlessly massaged her clit.
It didn't take long. And he gave thanks for the gag because she was completely over the edge. An hour and a half's worth of slow torture was released in one keening, wailing orgasm that seemed to last fifteen minutes. And he kept up his pressure on her clit, and she came a second time... and then a third. He finally stopped, and removed the gag, to allow her to catch her breath.
She was flushed from head to toe. Her nipples were very erect, her pussy was gushing, and she was squirming on the bed as much as her bonds would allow. With the gag now off, she was taking wheezing, raspy, moaning breaths.
Warren lie down next to her. "So, how'd you like that?"
"I can't speak. I can't think. I can't breathe."
"Good." He waited for her to finish catching her breath. "Are you enjoying yourself?"
"Oh MAN. What an orgasm. Or three."
"Good. My turn." He crawled up and straddled her face, and plunged his cock into her mouth.
She devoured him. She couldn't control his movements, or use her hands, all she could do was suck as he plunged in and out of her mouth. And suck she did, vigorously. He was being as gentle as he could, but, hey, he was fucking her mouth. He occasionally bottomed out in her throat. His pubic bone occasionally bounced off her nose. Her jaw was straining at him. She loved it. He came in a torrent. She swallowed every drop.
He climbed off of her. She still couldn't see, being blindfolded. "Warren, where are you?"
"Over here. Putting my clothes on."
"Huh?"
"I need something to drink. Gonna go upstairs, get us some Cokes, maybe chat with your Mom a bit."
"You're going to leave me like this?!?"
"Hmmm..." He looked at her. "Maybe I should leave you with something to keep you occupied." He went back in the bag. She couldn't see, but she felt something hard and rubber brush up against her pussy--and then she felt it sliding up in her. "Ohhhhhnnnggggggg..." she moaned, as she was filled with the toy.
Then, Warren flicked a switch, and she felt it vibrating in her. "OH GOD!" He watched her writhe on the bed, and then the vibe shut off.
"Time setting. Goes off for thirty seconds, then shuts off for about a minute. That ought to keep you occupied." And he left.
He was upstairs for about fifteen minutes. When he came down, Sophia was out of her mind.
"Oh God Oh God Oh God Oh God..." then it turned back on "... oooOOOOOOOOOHHHYEEEEEEEEIIIIII!! AAAAAAH!! AAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!" and then it turned off again "... Oh God Warren! Is that you? Oh God no more! Oh God! Oh please!"
Warren climbed up in between her legs, withdrew the vibrator, and replaced it with his hard cock.
"AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!" Sophia screamed. Warren started plunging in and out of her. "WARREN! OH GOD! OH FUCK ME OH GOD FUCK ME!!!" He did, and she screamed in orgasm very quickly. Warren kept pumping her, and she never came completely down, riding one wave after the other. By the time he came into her, she was almost delirious.
As she tried to get control of herself, still panting and moaning, she felt something on the top of her breasts. "What are you doing?" she asked.
"You'll find out." It felt like he was writing on her. Then, she felt the same thing on her stomach.
"Time to untie you." He undid her feet, and then sat her up to undo her hands. She stretched them, trying to wake up her muscles, as he took her blindfold off.
"Oh Warren," she looked at him. "Oh, dear heart, that was unbelievable."
"I'm glad you liked it. You need to look in the mirror. That's body ink I used, it will wash off in three showers or so."
She looked. Across the top of her tits, he had written "WARREN'S". Underneath her tits, on her stomach, he had written "SEX TOY."
She giggled. He said, "Just a little reminder."
"Makes me want to walk around the streets of Oceanview topless," she laughed. "Just to proclaim it to the world."
"You just remember it."
"After tonight, there's no way I forget." She looked at him a little hesitantly. "Could we... would you... I mean, you know... do that again sometime?"
"You like being tied up and tortured!"
"Um, yeah, I think I do," she blushed. "I do believe that you scratched my submissive itch just fine, darling."
Chapter 71 - Back at Nationals
"Ah, Seattle. Never been here," said Warren.
"Yeah, it's going to be a west coast kind of year, what with Worlds being in San Jose," said Sophia.
They were at Nationals. Their friends in the skating world were very glad to see them, together, and seemingly as happy as ever.
"Hey, Dance King!" Christine Arsenault greeted Warren in the lobby of the hotel. Sophia was off chatting with Jack Garrison and his wife. "How's it hanging, Warren?"
"Fine as always, Chris. You ready to renew the battle with your arch-nemesis Liz Cushman again?"
"Of course. And you and Sophia are ready to go after Nicholas and Coleman?"
"You betcha."
"So, Warren. What happened? Really."
"Sophia and I broke up, in late September. She broke up with me, actually. It was a huge mistake, it's been resolved, but we were apart for almost two months."
"Damn. Well, I'm glad everything worked out."
"So am I."
"Your training must have suffered."
"Yeah, but we're coming along. Thank God we had decided not to do the Grand Prix this year."
"Hey, waitaminnit. You were apart from her for two months and you didn't come out to Colorado and give me what I've been waiting for for five years? You creep!"
"Sorry, Chris."
"Ah, I bet you were celibate, pining away for her, anyway."
"I was pining, but I was not celibate. If you had been in Wisconsin, you would have gotten your wish. Sorry." He walked away with a grin.
"I HATE YOU!" She shouted after him, laughing.
* * *
The practices were fine. A little ragged, but Warren and Sophia felt that they could pull it together for competition.
The compulsory dances were held on Tuesday. Warren and Sophia had spent a lot of time on their original dance, redoing it, and on fine-tuning the Sinatra free dance. The compulsories had been a bit neglected. Nevertheless, the first compulsory was the Tango Romantica, and they handled it fine. They finished third, behind Nicholas/Coleman and Vickers/Pogdar, which was fine.
The compulsory dances are a group of twenty-odd dances, the steps strictly prescribed. Every team does the same steps to the same music. Every year, four of the dances are picked, and two of those four are skated at each competition. A small error can be disastrous. A large error can be fatal--and that's what happened to Warren and Sophia. In the second dance--which was the fairly difficult Golden Waltz--their skates clicked, and the undertrained duo went down, in a heap, completely obliterating the rhythm. They frantically caught up, but had missed a whole lot of steps by the time they did. Compulsories never draw much of a crowd, but the small audience let out an audible gasp at Warren and Sophia's error.
Amazingly, they left the ice laughing. "When we fuck up, w
e do it right," said Warren. When the marks were posted, they had finished a disastrous eighth. It left them tied for fifth overall.
When they got backstage, Evan and Shawna were offering condolences.
"Ah, thanks, but fuck it," said Sophia. "We knew we weren't in peak form."
"And you know that's the one damn compulsory that they're going to play on the TV broadcast," Warren laughed.
"I can't believe you guys," Shawna told them. "We'd be devastated."
"What the hell. Ice is slippery," said Warren.
"Besides which, we'll just have to kick your butt in the OD!" added Sophia, as she and Warren walked away, hand-in-hand.
* * *
Laughing off a bad skate was very much keeping with their philosophy--that they did this for fun--and they knew that they hadn't trained enough. That didn't mean they planned to give up, as they discussed in their hotel room that night.
"I still wanna go to Worlds," Sophia said.
"We have to win the OD. Not second, not third, we have to win the thing," Warren opined.
"We can do that. I'm so glad we changed OD's. This one can win."
"Yup. Attack, Sophia, we need to skate the thing full-bore."
"Risk disaster by going for it? I agree. We've already had our disaster, right?" They both laughed. "Law of averages, and all that!"
* * *
The OD was Wednesday night. Sophia and Warren went after Evan and Shawna, but before Coleman and Nicholas. They had seen most of the OD's in practice. Most of them were traditional marches. They hoped to stand out by skating a march to an up-tempo pop song. But, first of all, they had to skate it. Perfectly.
They did. They attacked the program from the start, digging into the ice, executing their steps flawlessly to the pounding beat and soaring wash of vocals. When they were done, Warren pumped his fist and yelled, loud enough for the crowd to hear, "Tied for fifth place my ASS!" provoking laughter from Sophia and half the crowd.
