"I can use it softly like I just did," she said. "It usually feels good."
Then she slid it sideways along my arm so that the wheel didn't turn but she just dragged a couple of the spikes across my skin.
"That should feel a lot like scratching. It probably felt good, too."
I nodded.
"Or I can use it more firmly." She let the wheel roll along my arm again, but this time she applied more pressure and I winced.
Then she moved it to my side, making long strokes from my waist all the way under my arm then along my arm to the elbow. I could tell she didn't vary the pressure at all the whole way and was using it as softly as she could. I squirmed. Along my ribs it tickled. In the soft spot under my arm, it hurt, just a little. Along my arm it just made me squirm, like something was crawling on me.
She used it on my legs, several strokes each. I held as still as I could, because every time I squirmed, I got poked.
"You're starting to understand, aren't you?" she asked. "I don't have to hurt you. I just have to make you squirm, and you hurt yourself."
"Oh god," I said.
She poked me hard along my arm, making me wince. "Ouch!"
"I told you last night, mine is the only name you're allowed to utter when we're lovemaking."
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
She leaned down and kissed the back of my neck. "You're forgiven."
She started running the wheel over most of my exposed skin. She avoided my neck and face. I wasn't quite sure why. And while I was deeply exposed with my legs spread so far apart, she avoided my more intimate areas.
I began to squirm more and more, then began panting as well.
It felt wonderful and terrible both at the same time. Every time I squirmed I got poked, but I just couldn't hold still.
"You have a lovely body, Shane," she said, poking my feet with the wheel. I jerked against the restraints. "I love knowing you're mine."
She lifted the wheel from my skin. "Are you mine, Shane?"
"Yes, Roni," I said panting. "I'm yours."
She kissed my bottom. Her hairs tickled. Then she began with the wheel again and I almost flew to the ceiling.
"Let me remind you why you're in this position," she said softly, the wheel traveling up and down over my skin. "I gave you an order." The wheel slid between my legs then stopped, not quite touching anywhere truly intimate, but very very close. "And you told me Make me." She touched me the lightest touch with the wheel and I thought I was going to die.
"Not there, Roni," I begged. "Please, not there."
She used the wheel rather fiercely across my back. It hurt.
"You don't get a say."
Then she withdrew the wheel and caressed my skin for a moment, rubbing away the memory of the pain.
The wheel came back, but it didn't explore between my legs again. She didn't say anything for a while, just kept running the wheel over me, making me squirm and jump.
"Do you know how long this is going to last?" she asked me.
"Last night you said twenty minutes."
"That was last night," she told me. "Tonight, it lasts until you beg for the privilege of kissing my feet."
She used the wheel nicely along my back. It felt really wonderful, even if I kept squirming. "You may think you can last a long time," she told me. "But that's only because I'm being nice to you."
Then she demonstrated on the bottoms of my feet that the wheel could hurt. "On a scale of one to ten," she said once I'd caught my breath again. "That was a five. Not even close to drawing blood."
"Roni," I said, getting worried. Would she really make me bleed?"
Then she slipped the wheel between my legs, running it up one side slowly then down the other, not quite reaching my vulva, but very close. The threat was there. I knew I'd last only as long as she wanted me to and not one second longer.
"I can make you beg," she said. "I can go much further with this than you want. You'll beg eventually."
Then she began using it to make me squirm again. I kept getting poked, but I couldn't stop squirming. "But it's more fun to watch you surrender to the squirms," she said.
She slipped the wheel between my legs, but avoided my vulva again. The inside of my legs was especially sensitive, but I couldn't move at all as the wheel crossed over it or I poked myself from multiple directions, and it hurt. As long as I lay very still, everything she was doing felt amazing, but as soon as I squirmed, it hurt.
I was panting, my heart was pounding, and I wanted her to stop so badly, but I didn't, either. I felt myself surrendering to her and just wanted her to tell me what to do.
"Surrender feels good, Shane. If you beg nicely, I'll let you kiss my feet."
And then she flipped the handle of the wheel around and I felt the metal slide inside me. Not the wheel, just the handle. But I didn't realize that at the time, I thought she'd slipped the wheel into me.
I arched my back. "I surrender!" I screamed. "Roni, whatever you want!"
She slipped the handle in and out slowly a few times. I realized it wasn't the wheel, but all I could think was giving her whatever she wanted.
"I'll kiss your feet, Roni. Please, please, let me kiss your feet."
She slowly withdrew the handle and set the wheel aside. She allowed some slack into the tethers holding my hands but left my legs the way they were. Then she slipped past me to the head of the bed, turned around, and sat down on a pillow, her knees drawn up. She slipped her feet under my head.
I had just enough slack in my arms to leverage myself up slightly, but it was difficult.
"You may kiss my feet, Shane," she told me.
I lifted myself up, turned my face down, and began to kiss her feet. I kissed each big toe, then the insteps. Then I kissed each toe in turn. She began to caress my head. We stayed like that for several minutes before she slowly withdrew her feet. She leaned down and kissed the back of my neck before rearranging herself so she was lying on the bed next to me, my head turned to face her, she on her side looking at me.
"Did you learn anything?" I asked.
"Yeah," I said. "Next time I'm asking for the ice."
She laughed, got off the bed, and went out to the kitchen. I heard her play with the icemaker and come back with a small glass of ice.
"This is only a demonstration," she said.
She took an ice cube out of the glass and began running it along my back. It was cold! But not as bad as the pinwheel had been.
"This isn't so bad, is it?" she asked.
"It's cold," I said. "But it's not as bad as the wheel."
She continued to run the ice along my back, making me arch my back in an attempt to get away.
"But it builds, doesn't it?"
"Yes," I said through gritted teeth.
"The back is easy," she explained casually. She left the melting ice cube on the small of my back and pulled another out of the glass. I wriggled, and the cube slid down my side. I tried to slide away from it, but now it was pressed into my side.
"When you're ready to ask nicely, I'll retrieve that and put it back where it was."
It was cold, and every time I tried to shift away from me, it slid after me.
"Please Roni, it's cold!"
She took the ice cube and replaced it on my back. She set the glass of cubes aside, and then used one hand to hold the cube in place on my back. In her other hand was a fresh cube, which she let me see.
"This one is going inside of you," she told me. "I will keep my fingers on it so I can pull it out the moment you ask. But let me tell you, if this were real punishment and not just a demonstration, I'd slide it in and let it stay there no matter how much you begged."
She didn't wait for me to respond. Her hand moved out of my sight. I felt her fingers part my vulva, then her fingers and the ice cube slid inside of me.
I screamed.
"Take it out! Roni!"
She slipped it out immediately.
She slipped the cube between my lips.
It tasted like me. She held her hand over my mouth so I wouldn't spit it out.
"The wheel is more fun," she said. "But the ice is a hell of a motivator."
I nodded, my eyes never leaving hers.
"Finish sucking on that cube," she ordered. "I'll be right back."
She disappeared for only a moment, returning with a towel. She dried my back. I hadn't realized how cold I was getting.
"Is the cube finished?" she asked me. I shook my head. So she just started stroking my skin soothingly until she heard me chew the last remnants of the cube into tiny pieces and swallow them.
"Was this too much spice?" she asked.
"No, Roni."
"On a scale of one to ten, where one means you were bored and eight or higher would be more than you can handle, what was this?"
I thought about it. "Four."
She kissed my cheek.
"Is your neck getting stiff, lying there like that?"
"Yes."
"Who is in control?"
"You are, Roni."
"If I untie you, who is in control?"
"You are, Roni."
"If I untie you, then teach you to make me scream your name, who is in control?"
I thought about it before answering. "You are, Roni."
She smiled, patted my bottom, then released the tethers, but kept them attached to the cuffs. She helped me sit up then she kissed me.
"Undress me," she said, standing next to the bed. "Take your time."
I unbuttoned her blouse, folded it, and set it on the bed next to me. Then I kissed the skin that was exposed around her bra. She had a front clasp, so I put my fingers on it and looked up at her. She nodded permission, so I released it, then slipped the bra off her shoulders and added it to the pile of clothes.
Her breasts were perfect. I looked at them, then looked at her face, and she nodded again. I began kissing them, taking a nipple into my mouth and teasing it with my tongue. She put her hands on my head and held me. I looked up into her face, and her eyes were closed. She was a little flushed.
I teased her that way for just a minute or so, then my hand dropped to the waist of her jeans. I slowly unzipped them and wriggled them down her hips. She stepped out of them for me so I could fold them. She was bare foot, so no socks. I slipped my fingers inside her panties and then looked for permission. She nodded, so I slipped them down her legs, folded them, and added them to the pile. She took the entire pile and set it on the dresser, then climbed on the bed and lay down on her back. She reached out and pulled me to her. We kissed for a moment, then she pushed me away.
"There's a timer on my dresser," she said. "Go get it."
I did and brought it to her. "Set it for 20 minutes," she said. "Don't press start yet."
I fumbled with the buttons but figured out how to set it. I showed her the time and she nodded.
"You're going to start the timer. You have until the timer goes off to make me start squirming. You can do anything you want to me as long as it's supposed to be pleasant. No tickling."
"What happens if I can't make you squirm?"
"Then I'll start offering pointers. But I think you'd rather figure it out for yourself."
I grinned. "Will you at least tell me if I'm doing something right."
"Shane, honey, I am horny as hell. You're going to know if you're doing it right." She licked her lips. "If you can make me scream your name, I'll buy you a second corset."
I frowned. "Pick a different prize."
"You don't want another corset?"
"I don't want our relationship to be about money."
"I hadn't thought about that," she said. "You're right. I'm sorry. Okay, if you can make me scream your name, I'll grant you a wish."
"What kind of wish?"
"Anything reasonable that I'm able to grant."
"So I could ask for a pony?"
She laughed. "Yes, and if you do, I'll take you horseback riding."
I started the timer then immediately began kissing her. I held her face in my hands while I did so and slid my tongue slowly between her lips. Our tongues danced for a while. When I opened my eyes to peek, hers were closed and her expression was one of pleasure.
I broke the kiss but then started moving down her body. I kissed the side of her neck and the left of her collar bone. Then instead of continuing down, I lay down next to her and began just stroking her. I avoided the more erogenous areas, but just worked to wake up her nerve endings. I did long slow strokes from her arms down her sides to her legs, reaching as far as I could, then came up the other side. Then I slid a leg over hers, adjusting myself so my toes were tucked under the foot furthest from me.
I leaned over and kissed her again, still stroking her.
Her breaths were shallow, and I could tell she was enjoying what I was doing.
I ran a finger over her nipple then did swirlies around and over the nipple. She arched her back into my hand. I moved my hand to the other nipple while my lips found the first one.
I nibbled very, very lightly, then flicked her with my tongue. She arched some more, and one hand came up to caress my hair.
I traced a line of kisses down her side, ending at her pelvis.
Then I came up to her mouth for another deep kiss, pressing myself against her. My hand slipped between her legs with my fingers pressing against her vulva.
She started to squirm, just a little.
I kissed my way down her again then slid down so I was between her legs. I kissed the crease where her leg meets her torso, a line of kisses along one side, then the other, then the kisses worked their way closer and closer to the middle.
I could smell her scent, and it was driving me crazy. She smelled divine.
I moved my mouth to her vulva and tried to use my lips and tongue to open her. I didn't seem to be very good at that, so I slipped my hand in and used my fingers to spread her. I began licking her clitoris.
She spasmed the moment my tongue touched her nub. That was fun, so I tried to get her to do it again. I slipped my tongue inside her and she spasmed again. I slipped my lips around her clitoris and sucked very gently. She spasmed.
I had left the timer on the bed. I reached over with one hand and shut it off before it could interrupt us. Then I used one hand to caress her bare skin wherever I could reach while my tongue and lips continued to tease her.
Her breathing became more rapid and she was arching her back, then trying to grind her hips deeper into my mouth. I switched to a more rhythmic pattern for her and she moaned, her movements becoming more frantic. I glanced up and saw she was clutching the bedding with both hands.
When she came, it was in a series of shudders. She whispered, "Shane, Shane, my lovely pet, Shane," as she came.
I slowed my motions as she did, but she kept having little aftershocks, and hadn't stopped saying my name. Then she collapsed to the bed and all her muscles relaxed.
I slowly kissed my way back up to her, then knelt over her, staring down at her.
She opened her eyes and looked up at me, then smiled. "Kiss me."
I lowered myself and kissed her very softly. Her lips parted, and my tongue accepted the invitation. She seemed to enjoy tasting our mutual taste on my mouth.
Then she pulled me down so that I was draped across her comfortably. I could feel her heart still pounding.
"I'm sorry," I told her. "I didn't make you scream."
She caressed me. "Honey, I'm not a screamer. I whisper. Screaming from me is never good and shouldn't be your goal."
"You cheated," I told her.
She giggled. "You earned your wish, Shane. You scream. I whisper. Two sides of the same coin."
I settled in. "Really?"
"Really," she said, patting me.
We lay together, just talking, until we were both sleepy. We had moved underneath the covers and turned out the lights. Eventually Veronica ordered me to roll over and she curled up behind me, wrapping her arms around me.
"Sleep now, Shan
e."
I woke sometime later just as Veronica finished tying my arms to the bed frame again. She'd never taken the restraints off and had managed to tie one hand without my noticing, but I woke when she pulled the other over and tied it off.
"What are you doing?" I asked sleepily.
"I woke up," she said. "And wondered how helpless I could get you before you woke up."
Then she tied my legs, but this time it was different. She made me bend my knees first, then pulled my ankles apart and tied them off. This left my knees in the air but my legs spread wide. I felt very exposed.
She crawled onto the bed next to me.
"We haven't discussed anything like this," she said. "Taking you without permission."
"I am yours," was all I told her.
I took her just a few minutes to have me squirming, but then she pulled away and looked at me in the moonlight.
"Someone's a screamer," she said.
She left the bed and returned with something in her hand, going first to her dresser then the closet. It was too dark to see what she had.
She lay back down on the bed and her fingers slid slowly up my chest until her fingers were over my lips. She slipped them between my lips then began applying pressure to open my mouth. I let her. She slipped her fingers into my mouth and let me suck on them for a moment, then her fingers started pushing a piece of cloth into my mouth.
"These are my panties," she told me. I watched her face in the moonlight as her fingers slowly filled my mouth with her panties. Then she tied it off with a piece of silk as a gag.
This was familiar to me. I was remembering the last time someone had done this to me. I moaned into the gag.
Her hand slipped down between my legs. Her fingers spread my vulva, and then she began to make me squirm. All the time, she was talking quietly to me.
"You are mine, my pet," she said. "Forever."
I spasmed at that, as I listened to her words, her fingers inside me, the changing pressure driving me crazy.
"I'm the one who brings you these pleasures," she said. "You are mine. What I'm doing to you is because you obeyed me tonight. This is one reward for obeying me."
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