by Lexie Syrah
His second hand traced the same path, touching with fingers instead of nails and my body was calmed as his warmth flooded me and replaced the cold that his nails had left. As his fingers left my face and traced my neckline, I could feel then softly tighten against my throat, and I arched my back in response to the soft strength that he demonstrated with only his fingers. After they had left my neck, they lingered at my rock hard nipples. I let out a moan of pleasure as his fingers lightly squeezed them.
They lightly dipped down below my stomach and began to delicately trace my already swollen pussy lips. I thrust my hip towards him, begging him to fill me up, but his magical fingers left my body. I heard his footsteps leave the room.
Fear returned as I lay blindfolded on the bed wondering why he would leave the room. All of his toys were in here, weren’t they? His feet softly padded into the room again.
“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue, Tiffany.”
His voice was soft this time, caring and completely focused on me. I could feel his icy eyes staring at my mouth as I did as he commanded. I felt the burning cold on my lips before I realized what it was. He was rubbing an ice cube over my blood red lips and then he began to trace the same path. I closed my mouth as my body began to shiver, and I futilely tried to escape the cold as it traveled to my breasts. Instead of going straight to my nipples, he circled my entire breast, filling my body with frigid cold.
“Please don’t do this, Tim! It’s so cold!” I begged him as I felt him go to my left nipple.
He placed the ice cube on top of my nipple, and I screamed in pain, but instead of taking it off, he placed another on my right nipple. I struggled against the ropes, but there was no way to get away from the burning cold.
Then they were gone, and a new and much more terrifying sensation radiated from my nipples. He was pinching them, but not with his fingers. He was using some sort of rubber. Then he let the chain loose to fall on my stomach, and I knew that he had a pair of nipple clamps attached to me. The pain was sharp, and there was no escaping it. I began to whimper in terror and agony.
Then I felt his two fingers enter me. I could hear them splashing in my soaking wet pussy as he thrust in and out. Everything suddenly felt amazing. Even the nipple clamps didn’t hurt as bad now that I was being filled. His thumb slowly rubbed my clit and I was thrown into ecstasy as I came as hard as I had in the car.
My pussy felt so amazing, but he kept rubbing and thrusting his fingers into me and my oversensitive pussy sent electricity through me, making me contort my body as I tried to escape. I screamed but didn’t know if it was because of the pain or pleasure.
His fingers left and I gasped for breath, but they were quickly replaced by his masterful tongue. It swirled around my clit, and I again tried to pull back, but his strong arms wrapped around my thighs and held me in place. He continued to change from swirling around my clit to sucking on it to licking up and down my slit to fucking me with his tongue. My entire body was shaking as though I was actually being electrocuted by his tongue as pleasure and pain coursed its way through my veins.
Another orgasm overcame me, the waves sending soothing comfort to my aching body, but again, he didn’t stop his assault on my tender pussy. I had no idea how horribly painful this “pleasure” could be. My breathing was ragged as he tongue fucked me again.
My body had given up all resisting when his tongue left me, my arms hanging nearly lifeless from the restraints. I didn’t know what he was going to do next, but I was sure that I wasn’t done. Then I heard the familiar buzzing as he placed a vibrator on my clit. I tried to scream. My mouth opened wide, air came out, but no sound left my body. I was caught between pain and pleasure, and Tim was increasing the intensity every few minutes.
I began to orgasm again, but this time there was no soothing wave. My pussy was on fire as the vibrator continued its torturous buzzing. Then I heard Tim’s voice, “I’ll turn it off if you beg me to.”
I tried so hard to make words come. I wanted to beg. I wanted to scream. In the end, all I could get out was, “Please! Turn it off,” in a whisper. Silent tears ran down my cheek as I realized how I had asked for this. I had dared him to try to punish me with pleasure as I came in his Corvette.
He turned off the vibrator, but he wasn’t done with me. I heard him take off his clothes before getting onto the bed. I felt his hands dig into the bed on my sides and then his cock rubbed against my slit. Every touch sent another wave of electricity through me, and my body flinched.
His cock slowly entered my swollen and aching pussy. It was huge. When he finally bottomed out in me, I couldn’t imagine feeling so full. He began to pound my pussy with a brutal strength. Every thrust knocked the breath out of me.
It didn’t take long for me to begin to cum again. The familiar wave began, but this time it wouldn’t end. I felt lost in a tidal wave of pleasure and pain. I was tossed through the sensations like a piece of jetsam in the surf while he used my cunt for his own pleasure. I felt my pussy begin to constrict even tighter, and the feelings were like nothing I’d ever had before.
His hands began to explore my body with a ferocity I could only attribute to a wild animal. His nails scraped against my skin, leaving red marks tinged with crimson as they broke the skin. My breasts were mauled, and the nipple clamps were removed only to be replaced my Tim’s lips. His luscious lips caressed my sore nipples. Moans were the only sounds coming from my body as his cock abused my hypersensitive cunt. He owned my body, and I was lost in a world that had no name as the pains and pleasures that assaulted me combined inside me.
His pace quickened, and he grunted as he came inside of me. His seed coated me, but he didn’t stop pummeling the back of my pussy, and the sensations pushed me over an edge I’d never experienced before. I had been lost in a tidal wave.
Now the tidal wave became a tsunami, and I felt my pussy push his cock out of me as I began to spray my juices all over him and the bed. I had no thoughts as my body convulsed on the bed as it finally calmed down after gushing. I was unable to move as he took off my cuffs and wrapped me in a towel before moving me to the other side of the bed.
He laid down behind me and held me before telling me, “Next time, you might think about listening to me.” He kissed me on the cheek, and I fell into a deep sleep.
I was covered in my pussy juice and his cum, and I’d wake up still covered in it. The room smelled of sex, and the man that had brought me to a level of pleasure that I’d never heard of held me tightly. My dreams were filled with ropes and desire, service and surrender as I left the world I’d known forever, and I entered a world of submission to the only man that I could imagine giving myself to.
Taken In Public
I awoke to Tim, my Dom for the weekend, gently kissing my wet and willing pussy, his tongue slowly circling my clit. My hands wove themselves into his dark hair as I pulled him to me.
I wanted him to do more than simply tease me; I wanted him to dive in and make me cum over and over again like he had last night. As he kissed and licked me, thoughts of his punishment of pleasure filled my mind. My eyes closed, and I remembered everything, the nipple clamps, the ice cubes, and the orgasm that wouldn’t end.
My hands pulled his stubbled face harder against my clit, begging him to lick harder like he had last night.
“Mmm, Tim, that feels so good!”
His tongue sped up to match my thrusts, and I could feel myself getting close to cumming. His hand reached up to massage my breasts, lightly pinching my sore nipples and making me moan.
“Tim, you’re going to make me cum! You’re so amazing!”
Suddenly, he stopped. Everything stopped. His tongue stayed on my clit, and his fingers still squeezed my nipple, but there was no movement.
“What the fuck Tim! Why’d you stop! I was about to cum!”
I was outraged. He had tried this yesterday on the ride home, and I’d had the same reaction. This time, he moved away from me and handed me a vibrator.
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“You can cum now if you want, but you’ll have to be punished. Or you can masturbate in the bathroom at the sorority house before your meeting.”
He was infuriating. I wanted to cum so bad, and I knew that he could have given me a great morning orgasm if he’d only continued for a few more seconds. Instead, I was left with the choice to get punished or risk getting caught in the sorority house.
“Fine, I’ll play with myself at the sorority house. You’re a real ass. You know that, right?”
He was wearing such a smug smile that I wanted to slap his beautiful face, but I knew that this was his game. He wanted to tease, to extend the pleasure so that he could have a truly wanton slut in his sexy hands. So I would do what he wanted. I would risk embarrassment so that he wouldn’t punish me.
“If you do, make sure you don’t clean any of it up. I want you to walk around your prudish sorority sisters with soaked panties.”
He enjoyed my discomfort, but this was ridiculous.
“That’s just horrible Tim, why do you want me to do that?”
Everything about him right then was infuriating, especially the smirk that seemed to cover his face every time he forced me to do something unpleasant.
“Because you and I both know that being embarrassed is your biggest turn-on, and I want you to be ready to cum with a single touch when your meeting is over.”
Now he was being logical, but it didn't keep me from wanting to scream in frustration.
“Fine.”
I was still furious about not being allowed to cum, so I went to take a quick shower without asking him to join me. The hot water soothed my sore muscles. Who knew that repeatedly cumming last night would make my abs so sore? I had to admit that he was good at manipulating my college body, and there was no doubt in my mind that the thought of being his submissive was becoming much more enticing. On the other hand, if he was going to constantly keep me from orgasm, I was going to end up leaving. It was just cruel!
I turned the shower off and hoping to entice him into fucking me, I dried off and went back into Tim’s bedroom completely naked. He was busy working on his computer, still naked, so I walked behind him and ran my hand down his muscled chest and chiseled abs, and I grasped his soft cock. My firm breasts and hard nipples pressed into his shoulders as I fondled him.
“Are you sure you don’t want a quick morning fuck before I leave?”
I said in my sexiest college girl voice. He looked up at me with that damned smirk and said, “No Tiffany, I think I’d rather wait until you’re a little more worked up. I like my college girls begging me to use and abuse them. But if you’re not careful, you’re going to be late to your meeting.”
I gave his cock a light tug, partly in frustration but mostly in light-hearted fun. I had hoped that I could persuade him to give me a quickie, but I was learning that he wasn’t going to be that easy to manipulate.
I would have to learn what turned him on enough to where he lost a little bit of that control that he so closely guarded. But that was for another time. He was right that I would be late if I didn’t get going.
I threw on my clothes from last night and used Tim’s brush and the blow-dryer to make myself look a little less like I was on a walk of shame. When I left the bathroom, Tim was already dressed in another suit.
I didn’t understand how he could look so good without taking a shower or even going to the bathroom, but he’d managed to look just as sexy as he did last night. My pussy was already throbbing with desire, and now I had to look at the sexiest guy I’d met in my life on the ride back to the sorority house. It just didn’t seem fair. At least I would get some relief once I got back to the sorority.
“Are you ready to go, Tiffany?” I wanted to tell him that my soaking pussy was ready for his hard cock, but I knew that it was useless to try to tease him into taking me.
“Yep,” I had to take a deep breath to keep from throwing him on the bed and trying to have my way with him.
I followed him to his Corvette where I had showed just how big of a whore I could be last night. This time, I wouldn’t be naked, though. He drove me home and was relatively quiet, for which I was thankful. I had to have some time to think about what all had happened last night.
Was this the kind of relationship I wanted? I could only have sex when Tim wanted. I had no control as to what kind of sex we would have. I had no control of anything, in fact. How far would his reach extend? Would he be deciding what I could and couldn’t do outside of the bedroom?
Would he be telling me what classes to take or what clothes to wear? What about the people that I spent time with? I had good friends that wouldn’t like how controlling he was even if I completely accepted and enjoyed it. I was so confused about what to do, especially since only half of my mind was thinking about anything other than his cock inside of me.
He pulled up to the front of the circle drive in front of the aging plaster pillars that stood guard outside the front door. The house was an old mansion from the 1800’s which had been renovated numerous times, but the sorority had decided to keep its pre-civil war look. I gave Tim a quick kiss before getting out.
I needed to go up to my room and work out some of my frustrations as soon as possible because I felt like my ovaries were bruised from being worked up for this long. Is this what blue balls were like for guys? I silently promised myself not to purposely give any man blue balls again.
When I walked into the house, two pledges were cleaning up beer cans and confetti in the sitting room. I guess that my sisters had enjoyed some fun without me. As I walked through the doors, I realized that my dress was crunching slightly from the dried pussy juice.
I was sure that it would be apparent to anyone who took a good look. Making sure not to appear rushed, I hastily walked by the pledges and went straight to my room, but Susan was just leaving her room to take a shower.
“Hey Tiffany, I guess the date went well?” she asked with a sideways smile.
Susan was a nice girl, and I enjoyed spending time with her, but I didn’t want to stand out here with an obvious sexual mess on the back of my dress. The walk of shame wasn’t a strange event in a sorority house, but anything more than wearing the same clothes as you went out in the night before would start the gossip mill working overtime. I didn’t want to have to answer the questions that would inevitably follow any talk.
“The date was amazing, but I have got to get out of this dress. I spilled something on it last night, and it’s still wet. So gross.”
“You sure that you ‘spilled’ something on it?” She was just playing, but if I didn’t get out of there quickly, she was going to do a little more investigating.
“Yes Susan, you know that when I get drunk I spill things. But I’ll see you at the meeting in a few minutes, and I’ll tell you all about Tim. He’s amazing!” Hopefully, she would accept my improvised response. I would eventually have to introduce Tim to all the girls, but for now I would just postpone it until I was sure I wanted to be his submissive.
“Okay, I’ll see you there.” She gave me her big smile that meant that I’d been able to get away with my explanation.
I ran to the room and locked it before getting a towel. There was no way I was going to leave a pool of cum on my bed. I’d never cum like last night, but who knew what would happen now that I was so turned on. I lay down on the bed and ran my manicured fingers over my wet slit, getting my finger wet enough to start playing with my clit. I started tapping on my clit like I always did. It didn’t take long to start getting close to an orgasm, but for some reason, I decided that I wanted to explore for a few seconds.
I had told Tim that I wanted to try anal, and I was sure that he would push me down that road since all guys wanted to fuck a girl’s ass. So I pushed my finger into my pussy, getting it nice and sloppy with my juices before slowly working it into my ass.
It was a strange feeling. I felt like a dirty whore, and it didn’t hurt very much. There was some pressure, but not nea
rly as much as when I lost my virginity. I started to work my finger in and out of my ass while I continued to tap on my clit with my other hand.
I closed my eyes and envisioned Tim tying me up and filling all of my holes. The dirtiness of it turned me on so much that my orgasm surprised me. I had to bite my tongue to keep from screaming as the orgasm overtook me. I took a few deep breaths before sitting up. I had squirted again, not as much as last night, but there was still pussy juice all over my thighs and the towel.
“Fuck! I can’t go to the meeting with pussy juice all over my legs like this. Every girl there will be able to smell it on me,” I cursed in frustration at being caught between a rock and a hard place. Was it worth risking a punishment from Tim to keep my embarrassment at the meeting to a minimum? How would he know if I cleaned up?
I quickly cleaned up as much of my mess as possible and threw on one of my many sorority T-shirts and a sexy little mini skirt. I took a quick look into the mirror and brushed my long blond hair once again to make it look a little less like I’d just been in bed. Then I went back downstairs.
