by Teased, Tied
“Kneel on it, facing the back, Collette.”
She didn’t hesitate, walking over to the chair with confidence and no fear. Will he spank me? She kneeled on the edge of the chair, her knees sinking into the soft, upholstered seat. She waited, not sure what he wanted, but she felt him behind her, knowing he would show her what he desired. Her short skirt was already up high, but she knew that would be the least of her problems shortly. She felt his hand on her back, her naked back, slipping in the opening of the top. Her nipples grew to large rock-hard tips the minute he touched her.
“Lean over the back, Collette.” His hand urged her upper body to move up.
He was gentle as he guided her into the position he wanted her in. She moved up, her breasts dangling over the edge of the chair back, glad that it was at least low enough. As he pushed her down with one hand, his other slid down to her upper thigh, sending shivers of pleasure between her legs.
“Raise your ass up, Collette. That beautiful ass.” His voice was dry, as if it was hard to get the words out.
Her skirt rode up higher as she arched her ass up submissively, his hand applying more pressure until her ass was higher than her head. She knew that her panties were completely revealed. His hand followed his gaze, sliding along the edge of her nylons and then finding the smooth naked skin of her inner thighs. “Does that please you, Santos?”
“I love a girl that knows her place, Collette. You have a lovely body that needs to be trained by a demanding man. Spread your legs to the edges of the chair.”
It was hard to move her knees along the chair seat, the fabric thick, but she finally succeeded, but she was sure that she gave him a lovely view while she did it. She continued to play his game. “Will you train me, Sir?” She was so wet that if he touched her, she would cum instantly.
“Will you obey me and submit to my every demand?”
“Yes, Sir. I am your servant to use sexually in any manner you see fit. My body is for your pleasure.” She heard the words come out of her mouth, but they scared her. She was giving herself to a man to use and abuse if he wished. If only her daughters could hear their mother now, Collette laughed at the thought of the look on their faces at her admission. She pushed her ass up higher, bowing her thighs out, knowing that she was exposing all that she had to him.
He looked down as she submissively spread her body for him. Her garter belt and stockings framed her luscious white thighs. Her cheeks were fully parted, her crack revealed between her buttocks, the panties pulled tight over the lovely flesh. Her ass raised up high enough to reveal the wet slit of her pussy from behind as her moistness increased. Her butt was perfect. He couldn’t contain himself any longer, his hand reaching out to touch one of her cheeks.
“HHHSSS,” she cried softly when she felt the large hand of a man on her ass. Her panties pulled so tight that she could feel part of his palm touching her naked skin. It slipped low between her legs, Collette glad she spread them wide, rewarded when three fingers slipped between her legs and pressed into her pussy. Her breathing was ragged as one finger found her slit; her panties were pushed deep into her soaked passage. He began to squeeze her pussy in his powerful hand, Collette rising up each time he squeezed tight, returning her body down until he did it again and she rose up like a trained dog, hissing in excitement.
He pushed her skirt up higher until it was lying across her back. “Let me ease your panties off so I can see that plump little cunt!”
She could only kneel there as she felt her panties pulled down over her buttocks, feeling the cool air blowing between her cheeks and on her exposed anus. It was just like when she exposed her ass hole to Jorge, the shame exciting her. He stopped when it was half way down her buttocks, Collette gasping in surprise when his fingers slid between her cheeks and found the tight knot of her anus, the muscles going into spasms from the unnatural touch.
“Do you like your ass hole touched, Collette?”
He was trying to humiliate her, and it was working. Her body turned a vivid blush of red as she felt his finger sliding around her clenching anus as if it were testing it to be penetrated. She never contemplated such a thing, but all of a sudden, it became a distinct reality. Would he shove his cock up my ass and sodomize me? Could I take such a thing inside such a tiny hole? “No one has ever done that to me,” she admitted shamefully.
“Relax your ass, Collette. Let me be the first.” He pushed the tip of his finger into the center of her dark brown hole, such a delicate flower as he began to apply pressure. He saw her legs trembling, but she resisted pushing away, holding the position as his finger began to gently enter and stretch the tight, virgin hole. “Yes, that’s it, flower open and take my probing finger.” He pushed hard one time and was rewarded when her anal ring stretched wide and his finger entered her. He felt her muscles trying to force it out as he pressed through her sphincter and into the hot depths of her rectum. He felt her squirm and heard a faint whimper from her lips, but she pushed back and accepted his penetrating finger.
“You are the first, Sir,” she proclaimed to him. She squeezed his finger with her ass muscles, even though it hurt when she did. His finger edged deeper inside her, Collette trying to bear up to the humiliating act forced upon her. She could only imagine how she looked from behind with his finger sticking out of her ass hole so obscenely. She held her breath until he finally pulled his finger from her ass. She felt the strange spasms as her muscles fought to close the tight little hole once again.
“Now I want to see that wet cunt.” His hands returned to pulling down her panties. He grew impatient, finally tearing them instead of waiting for her to close her legs and let them slip off. His fingers reached out to the edge of her vulva, sliding in the sharp divide of her slit and stroked the slick, wet inner lips that were so pink. He felt her body go relaxed the moment he touched her pussy, her juices coating his finger with the pungent wetness of her arousal.
She pushed her ass up higher as soon as his fingers found her inner pussy lips, wanting the finger that stroked her so erotically to enter her and finger her from behind. She wanted something inside her, something she could clench with her muscles. She felt the finger move up to the open mouth of her pussy, feeling the hot pleasure as her pussy sucked two fingers in with such ease. “MMM,” she moaned in pleasure. “That feels good, Sir,” her pussy clenching on his finger with such tightness.
Her pussy was as hot and tight as her ass hole. She might have two kids, but she hadn’t been fucked for a long time. He would remedy that situation for her. She would have more cock than she could ever imagine. He pulled his fingers from her pussy, no matter how nice it felt to feel her muscles clenching so submissively on them. He stood back to admire her, her pussy and ass hole exposed and open from his probing. He walked in front of her.
Am I going to have to suck his cock? She wet her lips in anticipation when he walked in front of her, looking down to see his cock bulging out his pants only inches from her face. Then she saw them in his hands. Black leather cuffs. They looked worn, the leather dull and stained, the buckles scratched and faded. This was not the first time he had used them.
“I want you to bend deep over the back of the chair and reach down until you can grasp the bottom rail of the chair.” His hands urged her body to perform, one hand on her back and pushing her forward, the other under her belly and keeping her ass raised up. He watched as she bent over, her blonde hair falling to the floor, her ass rising up so high. He helped balance her until he saw her hands clasping the wooden rail so tight that her fingers turned white.
The blood rushed to her head, but the worst part was that one of her naked breasts pulled free of the top and slipped out the sharp vee in it, hanging down exposed. She couldn’t take her hands away from the rail, afraid she was too unbalanced and would tumble over the chair. She almost welcomed the cuffs; sure they were going on her wrists and binding her to the chair. She saw Santos kneeling next to her face, but she felt his hand first. It cupped her naked bre
ast, squeezing it until one finger slid up and curled over her hardening nipple. “Mmmm,” she moaned when he squeezed her nipple tighter, the blood pounding in the swollen tip. He pinched, squeezed and crushed her breast, his fingers bit into her nipple until it felt like it was going to pop. And it felt good. When he pulled his hand away, her nipple was blood red, engorged with blood.
“Have you ever been bound, Collette?” He was already working on putting the cuffs on her wrists. He pulled them tight so she would feel the power he had over her. When he had them both tight, he took the other ends and secured them to the railing. She would be able to move her hands a few inches, and then she would be stopped.
“NNNNOOO,” but it was excitement in her voice, not fear. She never felt anything like it. Once he secured her wrists, she tried to pull them away, and when the leather straps stopped her, it felt like something raced between her legs. She never had such a feeling. She was helpless before a man, unable to stop him from anything he wanted to do to her. She was bent, half-naked, over a chair and bound to the bottom, her ass and pussy exposed for his pleasure.
He could hear her quickened breathing as he stood back up to admire his work. She could barely see him, only feeling his presence. He went to his desk and opened up the bottom locked drawer. He had a new toy that he designed and made especially for him. Collette would be the first one to try it out. Santos would enjoy it, not sure how she would feel about it. He turned back to his naked victim, her naked ass thrust up so high, her legs spread wide, all of her beauty exposed to him.
Collette could not see him, but she felt him. His firm fingers began to run along her slit, the wide spread of her legs leaving her open and exposed. Two fingers pulled back one of her lips, feeling it stretch until his other finger slid along her wet, inner lip, exploring it in clinical detail. She couldn’t stop the juices from flowing freely. “MMM,” she murmured when she felt tightness on her pussy lip. His fingers released it, but the tightness continued. Her lip was pulled back again, then something was snapped on her lip, close to where the other one still ached. She didn’t say anything, the fingers returning, and another painful pinch, then the dull ache. She could feel something tugging on her pussy lip when his fingers deserted her. Two more times his fingers pulled her pussy lips open then the painful pinch of something grasping her pussy lips.
Santos looked at his handiwork. One side down, the other side still to decorate. “They are wooden clothespins, Collette. They dig nicely into your puffy pussy lips. I’m going to work on the other side now.” He ran his fingers along the five clothespins, hearing Collette gasping loudly as they tugged and pulled on her pussy lips.
He rubbed the clothespins, igniting fresh pain in her lip until they settled down into a dull ache. She knew that just the touch of his fingers along the clothespins would set off the painful tugging and pinching once again, her body going tense. Collette felt his powerful fingers grip her other pussy lip and peel it back, knowing that he could see everything as he pulled it open. The first bite of the clothespin caught her by surprise, but by the time he got to the next one, she was expecting it. It hurt each time they bit into her flesh, but he finished decorating her other pussy lip with five clothespins. When he released her lip once again, all ten of the wooden clothespins began to tug down on her lips and pulled them out of shape.
“Lovely, Collette. I enjoy my handiwork. Now I can play you like a musical instrument.” He strummed his fingers along one side of the clothespins to the other side until he was rewarded with her singing cry.
Her body shook when the clothespins came alive on her lips. Each one felt as if it was digging harshly into her lips, igniting a fresh bout of pain, her lips yanked up and down until the clothespins stopped moving. “EEEHHH,” she muttered. His fingers returned, but this time, they pulled the clothespin back until her lips were forced wide open. His finger moved up her slit, Collette shamed that the pain of the clothespins were only making her pussy drenched in her juices. His fingers slid up her slit, her body frozen as it sought out her clit. Powerful fingers pushed on the base of her clit, squeezing it until her hard, throbbing clit stood out. “OOOHH,” she moaned softly when his finger ran over the head, rubbing and teasing it to a greater erection as her body began to move. His finger was so skillful, making it hard and enlarged beyond anything she had ever felt. She wished he would fuck her so she could feel him inside, but his finger continued the gentle masturbation of her clit.
“Such a big clit, Collette. It’ll make it easier.” Santos took his new device, pushing back the sides of the clamp until the end opened up, ready to capture the red, swollen organ in its grasp.
“EEEHHH,” her body rising up in the chair, as she felt something cold encircle her clit. He wouldn’t be cruel enough to pinch my clit with a clothespin, would he? The cold made her clit shrink away, but the metal began to pursue it until she felt the pressure tighten. No matter how much she willed her clit to shrink, it failed her, finally feeling it captured by the cruel device. “WWWhhhatt are you doing?”
Santos tightened the device until her clit was surrounded by the metal and tightened. She would feel the pressure, but nothing like when it would come alive. The metal clamp was connected to a heavy-duty, stainless-steel spring that dangled from the end. At the end of the spring was a half-pound weight that would pull it down. Santos checked the tension on the spring to make sure that it would only trigger when it reached the ideal spot. “It has a weight on the end so it will tug on your clit. With the spring connecting it, you will enjoy the way it bounces and grasps on your clit then releases it, just as though my fingers were milking it.” He didn’t tell her the best part. He released the spring and weight so it dangled between her legs, swinging slightly like a pendulum.
“NNNNNOOO!” She cried out when she felt her clit drawn down by the heavy weight. It was moving back and forth, the spring making it dance. He was right, it continued to stimulate her clit, tugging and teasing at it, Collette feeling the shame as it aroused her. Is he going to masturbate me with this cruel device, forcing me to cum as it pinches my pleasure button?
“Learn to accept it, Collette.” His hand smothered over her ass cheeks, feeling the muscles tensed up, her cheeks clenched together. “Relax,” petting her as he waited for it to happen.
Her hips began to move, Collette not sure if she were trying to get the weight to stop swinging or to make it swing more. All she knew was the gentle milking of her clit. She could feel the weight swinging wider now, tugging harder on her clit, but the pain was nothing compared to the pleasure she was getting from it.
“AAAAAAAWWW!” She howled in pain. It was like nothing she ever felt before. It was as though her clit was snapped shut between two metal clamps with a suddenness that made her heart stop. The pain shot up between her legs. As quick as she felt it, it was gone, back to the gentle tugging, but Collette couldn’t breathe, afraid to breathe. “Whaattt did you doooo?”
“I didn’t do anything, Collette. You did. If the weight pulls too far on the spring, it ignites a trigger in the clamp that has your clit trapped. It snaps shut on your clit with a powerful spring and as you felt, it crushes your clit. It releases as soon as the pressure lessens on the spring. Your own body movement makes it snap shut. I call it a clit snapper, aptly named. To prevent it, all you have to do is hold perfectly still. Can you do that, Collette?” But, Santos would do everything to make sure that she couldn’t do that. He would test her resolve.
“YYess,” she answered in a trembling voice, afraid of the slightest movement and the terrible pain as the clamp bit into her clit.
“Good girl, now don’t pay any attention to me. Just stay still.” He stood behind her and began to undress, out of her sight, though there was no mistake as to what he was doing, the sound of his zipper hissing in the silent room, his pants falling to the floor. When he was naked, Santos opened the metal jar of Vaseline. He began to lubricate his cock until it was shiny and slick. “Now remember, Collette, hold perfectl
y still.” He took his lubricated finger and found her tiny ass hole. It was dark brown in a sea of white buttocks, still pink from his previous fingering. His large finger rested on her anus, feeling her body shake from the first touch of his cold finger. “Relax, don’t fight it, Collette, or the clit snapper will bite your clit.”
She felt the cold, mushy touch of his finger on her anus. She heard the jar opening and him undressing, not surprised when a finger began to probe her anus. She knew it would be her ass that he would take, Collette unable to stop him, in fact she would have to hold perfectly still while he sodomized her or she would suffer the painful attack on her clit. She was bound and bent over a chair, her naked ass raised up in submission, her pussy drenched and her ass muscles clenched tight in fear. She felt her anal ring circled with the greased finger, knowing it would soon penetrate her. She braced her body as the finger centered on her anus, easing inward with the power of his finger. The grease made it easy, the thick finger sliding inside her, penetrating her tightly resisting rear opening. She felt her muscles cringe as the finger dug into her rectum, pushing against the soft walls as the hard knuckles slipped through the tight knot of her anal muscles. “Please, not there, in my pussy,” she begged.
Santos never felt such a hot, tight ass hole; Collette was definitely a virgin in her backside. It would take a lot of shoving to force his cock into her ass hole, but Collette would be more than willing to push back and accept his thrust or suffer the painful bite of the clit snapper. He twisted his finger inside her, making her feel the bones of his knuckles as they rubbed her harshly, then shoved in farther, feeling her tight, burning rectal tunnel stretch around the thickness of his finger. She would need a lot of stretching to accommodate him, but she would be more than willing to relax her muscles or suffer the pain if she jerked back against his invading cock.
One finger became two, Collette feeling a painful burning as her anal ring stretched tight around the hard knuckles, but she pushed back with her ass muscles, sucking his fingers into her ass hole or dare risk moving. The fingers slid effortlessly into her greased rectal opening, lubricating her for something much bigger and harder. The fingers felt unnatural inside her, but once the burning and pain stopped, only the shame of being probed in such a place remained.