She lay there, wrists bound together with a soft, silky rope and tied to the bed frame. A blindfold shrouded her sight in darkness, leaving her only to concentrate on what she could feel.
A bright red ball gag sat tightly strapped between her lips. Effectively silencing her, an occasional moan or muffled response to pain was all that was able to escape.
Her nipples ached from the unforgiving clamps bearing down on them, yet it was a strangely pleasurable sort of ache.
Her ass, still as red as her gag she imagined, stung from the spanking she had received earlier. Who knew someone could cause this much pain with just his bare hand.
That thought alone is what had initially made her wet, earning her the nipple clamps. She had not asked permission to become wet.
So now she lay there, bound to the bed, gagged, blindfolded, with her legs frog-tied, pussy open and vulnerable to him. Which he was taking full advantage of. His tongue exploring every inch of her,he flicked at and sucked her clip, edge her closer and closer to orgasm. Just as she was about there, he’d leave, let his tongue explore elsewhere, inside of her, or all around the sides of her labia, massaging the inner cliporis. He never let up on the pleasure however, just enough to not allow her to cum.
As frustrating as it was, she couldn’t help but curl her lips around the gag into a smile, he knew her so well. She knew too, that it would pay off in the end. When he finally did let her cum, it would be even stronger.
“Mmph.” A soft moan escaped her lips as his tongue found its way back to her clip. This time it didn’t let up, she moaned louder and compromised as he and got faster. She involuntarily closed her legs and compromised back and forth more.
Gently but firmly, he spread her legs again and then held her down.
He inched her closer and closer until…
Her eyes widened under the blindfold at the realization… he had not yet given her permission.
She knew she had to hold it. Otherwise the punishment would be severe, more than a simple spanking and nipple clamps. As much as she enjoyed pain from time to time, even acting out occasionally in order to be punished, she only wanted pleasure tonight.
He was relentless, almost sadistic, knowing she was there and holding it. Though she didn’t know how much longer she could.
She moaned loudly as not one, but two fingers found their way inside of her. She knew what was coming and could only be thankful he hadn’t yet started.
She lay there in torturous anticipation of the fingering to begin in unison to his tongue. But it didn’t happen. His tongue continued its barrage on her clip but his fingers remained stationary inside her.
After what seemed like a few long minutes, hell, it could have only been seconds, Time was lost to her at this point, she allowed herself to relax with relief that he would not add fingerprinting to what he was doing with his tongue.
Bigmistake! That was exactly what he wanted. She whimpered and felt a trickle of sweat roll down her forehead as he started. It was slow, but enough to know that she wouldn’t be able to hold it much longer.
She slowly began to accept her fate, wondering what the punishment would be. It would feel good in a masochistic sort of way whatever it was. She was grateful for that at least.
He wasn’t a mean or abusive Dom in any way. Everything he did to her was a means to an end, a kinky one at that. He knew exactly what she liked and how to manipulate that to make her cum. How to challenge her and push her limits. These are the true job of a Dom and she was happy he knew it.
Still, she couldn’t help but wonder and worry about how painful it would be, how far he would push her. Though she was almost there she hadn’t given up. She would hold it until she lost control.
And then he stopped, one flick of the tongue more, one more finger thrust and she knew she would have cum.Now there was nothing. She could feel him standing over her watching her chest rise and fall as she tired to slow her breathing.
She imagined him struggling himself to her naked body, bound and vulnerable before him. He probably was, he loved to masturbate to her in bondage. Though she’d never know for sure unless she asked him during aftercare.
The thought of him doing so however, turned her on even more and she began to crave him. She wanted him inside of her and spread her legs to try and signal it to him. She felt him crawl on top of her. A tingle of excitement shot down her spine. His thumb circled her lips. He pulled the gag from them and let it rest around her neck. He placed a finger across her lips, telling her to remain quiet. She wanted to tell him to fuck her but obeyed.
Feeling his lips embrace hers, she kissed him back tasting herself on him. She slide her tongue in in and his met hers. They played lightly with each other until he broke the kiss. Placing his finger across her lips , he once again reminded her to stay silent. She nodded but couldn’t help herself and started to suck his finger. Mainly doing so to keep herself quiet but hoping he’d get the hint. He slapped her playfully across the cheek and gagged her once more.
His fingers found their way back inside of her. He started slow but was soon vigorously massaging her g-spot.
She could hear his fingers sloshing around inside her as his thumb circled her clip. She knew she wouldn’t be able to hold this. She was at his mercy and only hoped she’d been a good enough girl before so that he’d give her permission and avoid a punishment.
She tightened around him hoping to show that she was at least trying.
“Good girl,” he said, finally breaking the silence after all this time and slapped her pussy, “you may cum.”
She relaxed and concentrated on the pressure building at her g-spot. She released, climaxing hard and squirt all over his palm. A heavy jolt shotdown her body and her legs shook. She let out a loud moan and went numb.
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