“If you need to stop, you cross your fingers, either hand. Do you understand?”
She nodded and thrust her hips up, waiting for him to make good on his promise.
“Show me.”
She crossed her fingers and held up her hand to show him. Mandy thought her skin was on fire. The gag and the blindfold left her feeling heady and helpless and all she wanted was to feel him touch her, feel him inside of her.
“Good girl.” That made her melt into him, press her face against his neck. “Got a bit of a praise kink there, don’t you, honey?”
She hummed behind the gag, nuzzling into him, reaching blindly for his hand. She found his wrist and started to pull his hand down to between her legs once more, but before she got far he stopped her.
“I said I’d touch your clit, I never said when. Come on, stand up.”
He helped her to her feet and walked her to the bed, guiding her to sit in the middle of it. He put the cuffs he had bought on her wrists and ankles and she shuddered. She could imagine them on her pale skin and not being able to see them turned her on even more. Ben pushed her onto her back and she could hear the slide of rope. He worked some of it through the rings of the ankle straps and she felt him tie each of them to the legs of the bed before moving towards her wrists, slowly, reverently running his hands along her skin.
Before he could restrain her last hand she tapped on the ball gag. He paused and leaned over her to unbuckle it to pull it off.
“You bought navy ropes?”
“It’s your favorite color,” he responded easily.
“What would you have done with them if I didn’t want this?”
“I’m not sure, something very practical and boring, I guess; like hang up some of the tools in the garage for more storage.”
“How practical.” She leaned up as much as she could, the restraints pulling her back. “Is that what’s going to happen with them after this?”
“You wouldn’t even believe the things I’ve got planned for these ropes after this, all involving you.”
She smiled and leaned towards the sound of his voice, eventually finding his face, she kissed him. It felt like lightning shooting through her body and she moaned deeply. He chuckled against her lips and pulled back, planting one more light peck on her lips before putting the ball gag back in her mouth.
“Mandy, babe. This is why we have the gag. I love that mouth of yours and you’re taking advantage.” She would have smiled if she could have. “Just for that, maybe a little more punishment.”
She moaned, flopping back on the pillow and all but writhing as he tied up her last arm.
Now she was completely helpless like he said. That thought had been in her mind since this all started this afternoon and now that it was happening it felt almost surreal. She felt like she was floating, and grew still as his hands ghosted over her skin. She could have felt self-conscious about her size then; she should have felt self-conscious then. She was too big and he could have gotten any other girl in the world and he had chosen her.
But she didn’t feel that way at all. As he touched her stomach, her thighs, her breasts she felt completely free. She felt worshipped and desperate for his cock.
His hand finally found its way to her cunt and she cried out against the gag. He stroked her once, twice, and she felt her legs go tight, her toes curled and—
He pulled away, patted her on the knee and leaned over the bed to grab something. She cried out again, jerking at the cuffs desperately. His hand rested on her leg and she bucked up a little on the bed. He waited for her to calm down.
“That’s for the cucumber,” he said.
His hands were on her tits and he started rolling her nipples around with his fingertips and thumbs. She squeaked from the pleasure. Her nipples were so sensitive and now that’s where he was focusing all his attention. Then his lips came and she cried out once more. His teeth, his hot, hot mouth on her left nipple, and she squirmed and writhed beneath him. She was certain now she would come from this alone, she didn’t need a hand on her clit, a cock inside of her. She was clenching and sputtering under his firm but gentle ministrations.
Suddenly his mouth was gone, and there was something cool and hard on her nipple. She blinked behind the blindfold and then flinched violently when something pinched her nipple. The clamps. She could feel the weight of the tiny pearl tassels with every move and before she could even comprehend what was happening he did it to the other one.
Mandy knew Ben was still there, watching her as she wriggled in her binds, adjusting to the constant pressure of the clamps on her nipples. Her hands had found their way to the ropes, wrapping around them for some semblance of purchase, some hold on reality.
“That was for wearing that shirt last night and spilling water on it. I know it wasn’t your fault, but I could see your tits through the cloth Mandy, and my God, I wanted to do you right then and there on the kitchen table.”
He pushed one of her knees up, then the other, and there was just enough give in the rope for her to put her feet down flat on the soft sheets of the bed, exposing herself to him nearly completely.
She heard the cap of a bottle opening and jumped when she felt his finger near the puckered hole of her ass. They had done that only once before. Mandy, to her surprise, had not minded anal sex, but Ben said they’d save it for special occasions.
Mandy guessed this counted as a special occasion.
Was this punishment too? Not fucking her where she really, truly, desperately wanted it? She was clenching down inside of herself wishing to feel him inside of her where it really mattered. Instead, he fingered her ass gently, stretching her out. Then she felt something with little give press against her, sliding deeper and deeper past the tight ring of muscle in her asshole. The plug, she realized absently. The foreign object pushing inside of her had been bought specifically for this purpose and she could not help but tremble at the thought.
“Shh, you gotta relax. Don’t tighten up.”
She forced herself to calm down, loosen her muscles and let the plug finally finish its tight, burning slide into her body. With a gasp behind her gag, it was nestled inside of her. She could feel the flared end of the plug against the heavy cheeks of her ass and it was a completely new fullness that left her moaning and throwing her head back onto the pillow.
Mandy barely noticed when Ben started to untie her legs from the foot of the bed, but then found herself almost bent in two as he brought one ankle up to the headboard and then the other.
She was completely exposed now. He was taunting her now with the way he ran his hands up and down her ass, her thighs, getting closer and closer to her—
SMACK!
He spanked her! Mandy yelped behind the gag and a new thrum of arousal passed through her unexpectedly. Before she could comprehend what was happening he did it again on her other ass cheek. She squirmed and pulled at the ropes, but there was no give. All she could do was jerk up, rocking her hips desperately for friction, for contact.
He hit her eight more times — she counted; growing more aroused with each strike — before he stopped, running his hand over her heated skin, and sliding up between her legs.
“That was for every pair of pants you own, every skirt and dress,” he whispered. “No matter what you’re wearing that ass is perfect, you know that right?”
She was surprisingly still able to blush.
“Yeah, baby girl. It looks so good. You should see it now, all red and flushed and plugged up. Marked up with my hand, so every time you sit for the next day you’ll know how I feel about it. I love that ass of yours.”
She was trembling, completely aroused and out of control. This was almost too much, and she could not help but whine behind her gag, desperate, raw, pleading wordlessly.
“Soon, baby. Almost time.”
He leaned over her to the nightstand and she heard him puttering around. She could feel his hot body against her skin, and could feel his hard cock pressing against
her leg. Mandy squirmed uselessly, desperately trying to bring him closer.
There was a crinkle of plastic, and she knew he was putting on a condom, inches from her skin, from her dripping wet cunt. Her head fell back in relief as she felt him line up to her hole.
“You’re so wet, girl,” Ben murmured absently. “You really like this.”
She thought she may have nodded but she was too far gone to be sure. She was shaking completely now, ready and out of control. Still he was going so, so slowly. When he finally started to push in she could feel every thick inch of him against the walls of her pussy. It was a miracle, it was a relief. His hands were in her hair and his mouth against her neck, just like it had been on the couch this afternoon, but that felt like it had happened years ago. As he slowly started to pump in and out of her, she knew it would not be too long now. She huffed out through her nose with every thrust, aroused and so, so gone.
“You’re close, huh?”
She may have nodded again, she may have been thrashing on the bed, shaking her head on the pillow, canting her hips up to meet each of his thrusts desperately. She was hungry, keening behind the gag to come, but she also didn’t want it to end. It was a terrible line to be hovering over, and a perfect one. She would do anything at that moment to be allowed to come, she would do anything then to please him. Her mind was going completely blank, only aware of the physical sensations; her wrists and ankles in the cuffs, the ropes holding her down, the plug in her ass, the clamps on her nipples, shaking and pulling with every one of Ben’s movements against her, the perfect, thick slide of his cock inside of her.
Like a tidal wave, it started. She clenched down on his cock inside of her, on the plug in her ass, and felt her toes curl, her whole body tighten—
She came, exhaling, shouting, sobbing behind the gag as white light danced in front of her eyelids under the blindfold. Still Ben pumped into her, coaxing every single feeling through her lightning hot nerves. This was it. This was everything. It lasted an eternity, it lasted only a minute or two, but it was the most sublime moment she had ever experienced.
Ben grew still and she could tell he was coming, distantly aware that his body grew ready, his perfect ass and thighs tightening, knowing his face was making that perfect expression it did whenever he came; head thrown back, eyes closed, mouth falling loosely open. Even though she could not see it, she knew it was gorgeous.
His mouth was on her neck again, and his hands were smoothing, hot and comforting over her quaking body.
“Good girl,” he whispered. “That was so good, girl, you have no idea.”
In fact, Mandy did have some idea how good it was.
Ben pulled back and she could tell he was getting rid of the condom. She expected him to start untying her; they were finished and all she wanted to do was wrap herself around him and never let go. She wanted to touch him, taste him, and thank him with her body.
He unbuckled and pulled off the ball gag, and brought her legs back down from where they were bent over her, but made no move towards the blindfold and the ropes holding her wrists. She opened and closed her mouth, swallowing down spit and licking her chapped lips.
“Ben?” she asked tentatively.
“Just hang on, baby girl.”
“You’re going to untie me, right?”
He merely hummed, and she could hear him puttering around with the box once more, opening some more of the plastic packages. She tried to remember what else he had bought, but nothing came to mind as she floated in a post-coital haze.
He slid something inside of her cunt. The g-spot stimulator, she realized absently, feeling the bend of it pressing up against the inside of her pussy wall. She was still wet and dripping and it went in easily but still she flinched.
“Ben, what are you doing?”
“I’m punishing you, remember?”
“You already spanked me.”
“We’ve been dating for eleven months, you’ve got a lot of things to make up for.” Mandy could hear the grin in his voice and felt dread and arousal rise up within her.
He loosely wrapped what felt like two thin straps on her left thigh. She could not figure out what he was doing. Then he tucked something about a foot long, and thick in the straps, pressing the head of it up against her cunt, right next to where the g-spot stimulator poked out from inside of her.
He tightened the straps, holding the thick thing against her leg, and she realized they were zip ties, firm and unyielding.
Ben used the ropes on her ankles and tied her legs together, coiled around the thick thing held tight by the zip ties.
“Ben, what—“
Mandy felt a cord curl through her legs and felt Ben move around and towards the wall with it.
And he plugged it in. Mandy realized with a jolt what was happening a moment before it happened.
He turned on the g-spot stimulator, then he turned on the Hitachi magic wand.
Mandy screamed.
“You said you wanted to come,” Ben whispered in her ear. “This should take care of that for the night.”
Mandy writhed and pulled on the ropes, but it was no use. She was trapped, and all she could do was feel, feel, feel! Her mouth fell open as the first wave of her second orgasm hit her hard and unexpectedly. She shook and trembled.
“And I’m going to watch the whole time, baby girl.”
She was vaguely aware of him settling back and leaning against the headboard next to her trembling body, running his hand through her sweat-damp hair as she whined and moaned and came over and over again. Overstimulated, exhausted, wanton and thirsty with lust Mandy only knew one thing then:
Ben knew exactly what she wanted.
Dirty Deeds
BY
LACEY ST. CLAIRE
There’s nothing quite like the first time.
Sarah is inexperienced when it comes to the world of whips and chains, but she can’t hide her curiosity.
Ethan is accustomed to dominating, and he knows exactly how to hit all of her kinks.
These two lovers may have met at the gym, but Ethan has much more in mind than a quick lay in the locker room. He’s dying to have Sarah as his submissive, and she’s more than ready. This time when they meet up she’ll find herself blind folded, bound, and spanked – and that’s all before the rear play. Sarah has always been interested in the taboo, but she never felt comfortable enough with anyone, at least until she met Ethan. For Ethan she’ll do just about anything, and when he whips out his gear she is more than ready to play.
Like all good submissives, she’ll do what she’s told, and she’s going to love every second of it.
Dirty Deeds
“Is this ok?” Ethan asked as he swung my ankle up over his shoulder. My narrow ankle slid until it connected with his neck. He smiled a quirky smirk and then his hips pressed down between my legs until I could feel his cock pushing against my wet cunt. “Is this still ok?” he asked despite the fact he already knew my answer was yes. “What about this?” he continued as he slid something metallic and cold around the ankle he had just hoisted.
The coolness of the metal was shocking, but what really surprised me was how dirty Ethan really was. Here I’d been thinking he was just some pretty boy from the gym. As he locked the handcuff around my ankle I couldn’t help but wonder what else he had in store for me. Right on cue he slid my ankle from his shoulder and pushed it up over my head until it was close enough for the other cuff to be locked around the old-school metal headboard.
“Oooh,” I said as a tease when he slid his left hand down my leg to the still-free ankle. With the ease of an expert he slid another cuff around this one as well.
“Are you flexible?” he said with a sultry wink.
“I sure hope so,” I said as I began to giggle. His hands were large and fit easily around my slender ankle as he lifted it and began to angle it towards the headboard where it could be paired with the other. I felt like he was folding me into some intricate origami and I hop
ed it looked sexier than it felt. Seconds later he had succeeded in restraining both of my ankles over my head and I was left completely spread eagle. Considering my new position I was pleased that I had decided to maintain my appearance, if you know what I mean.
Ethan pulled away and sat back to admire his dirty work. “Oh yeah, now that’s a pretty sight,” he said as he licked his lips. Slowly he lowered himself until his face was inches away from my hungry cunt. I sucked in a deep breath and held it as he turned his head and began to kiss my thigh. I couldn’t stop myself as my muscles twitched. “Mmmm…” I groaned as his tongue passed his lips and worked its way down my inner thigh. He had a days’ worth of stubble covering his cheeks and chin and it was enough to drive me wild. “Please,” I moaned when the feel of his lips got to be too much for me to handle.
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