She laughs. “Is that the best you can do?”
Roughly, she seizes my right ankle. With a leather bond, she tethers it to the right bedpost. She does the same to my left ankle. I’m in a familiar position that befits my status as a sex slave – legs open wide and my quivering pussy thrown to the mercy of my master.
Or mistress.
Heather introduces the final object that, frankly, I have to admit, confused me when I first saw it. It is a black metal hoop the size of a standard grate – the kind you get on a stove.
“Do you know what this is for?” she says slyly.
I shake my head.
“You’ll soon find out.”
My stomach does a lurch as she reaches for several wooden clothespins.
Mincingly and patiently, she gathers the flesh of my right outer labia and begins to apply the clothespins. The clothespins are tight, and each snares my flesh effectively, especially as Heather makes sure they bite deep. The pain is instant and flaring. I scream a little as each clothespin is clipped on me. The first is followed by a second right below on my labia, and a third. When she has finished with my right side, she does the same to my left.
My pussy is now a veritable clothespin cushion – three on my right labium and three on my left. The pain dulls into an ache as numbness creeps in. I’m breathing very hard, especially since the pull on my nipples has not slackened.
“Beautiful,” Heather says admiringly. “Maybe I should get Alex in to take a photo.”
The thought of this actually excites me.
Heather picks the black hoop up.
“And now this is where it gets interesting,” she says.
Using bits of string, she carefully and painstakingly ties each clothespin to the hoop. As each peg is secured, its pull on my labia increases exponentially. The end result is that my pussy lips are pulled very wide apart and tethered to the metal hoop like six spokes on an erotic wheel.
I dare not move for fear of dislodging anything and incurring Heather’s wrath.
She claps her hands in glee. “Oh lovely, lovely!”
I realize how I must appear, tethered and humiliated thus. My erogenous zones are nicely stretched and tweaked. My limbs are snugly bound. Even though Heather scares me with her unpredictability, I can claim to be almost at peace with myself. It’s a transcendental state – of acceptance and surrender.
She gazes at me for a long, long time, reveling in my bound limbs. Here I am – her masterpiece. She arranges my locks upon my shoulders and pinches my clamped teats. She strokes my exposed clit, sending shivers through me.
She abruptly turns and walks to the open drawer. This time, she withdraws a very long, collapsible, double-ended dildo.
“See this?” She bends it in the middle. It yields easily to her strength, pliable as it is. “You’ll like this.”
I lick my lips.
She coyly begins to strip off her clothes. The body revealed beneath is boyish and slim. There is barely a curve on her, and she is not wearing anything under her top and pants. Her breasts are small and high, and a thatch of sparse pubic hair decorates her mons. I wonder if she is one of those women who don’t ovulate.
She advances to me, bearing the double dildo like a two-edged sword. I lift my chin in defiance and apprehension.
She kneels before my extremely open pussy and carefully inserts one end of the dildo into my gaping vulva, which is circled and crowned with its tethered hoop. I draw in a deep breath as the dildo enters. Its girth is very thick, and it’s made of some plasticky synthetic material that feels gelatinous and smooth.
Heather pushes the dildo in deep, right until the closed mouth of my cervix. The clothespins on the hoop shudder dangerously as she bends it again so that the other bulbous end points upward. She climbs onto the edge of the loveseat, making sure that her feet are planted in a wide arc.
She smiles, locking eyes with me, as she inserts the other end of the dildo into her own pussy. We are separated only by mere inches, and I can feel her body heat as her tits rub against mine. My nipple clamps are very tight, and she fails to dislodge them. Her scent – of sweat and nothing else – wafts to my nostrils. Her genitals are dangerously close to mine. Only the hoop prevents her from rubbing her pussy onto my splayed one.
“And now, a little something else for our enjoyment,” she says. Her breath is hot against my cheek.
She shows me what she has in her palm. It’s a little stretchable elastic band. Both of its ends culminate in two identical clamps in the shape of butterflies.
My mouth goes ever slightly so dry.
Without warning, she attaches one of the butterfly clamps onto my clit, which lies naked and vulnerable in the midst of my stretched and intimately tortured pussy lips. I let out a little moan. The sensation is mildly painful, and then it becomes exquisite.
She attaches the other clamp onto her own clit. To demonstrate what the elastic band can do, she wriggles her hips. The band pulls taut and the pressure on my clit is immediate and immense. I gasp as my nerve fibers run electric.
Heather smiles as she begins to move up and down, fucking her end of the dildo. I of course am unable to move in my tethered state. As she rocks her hips, the clamp on my clit teases and pulls upon it. My entire groin explodes with pleasure. I gasp and grunt, reveling in her nearness and warmth.
“Like it?” she asks, smiling.
I can only nod my head. Beads of sweat dot my forehead and the valley between my breasts.
She cups and kneads my breasts with her palms as she continues to slide her pussy up and down the dildo. The little bundle of synapses behind the hood of my clitoris is being stimulated like no other. In my entire life, my clit has never been worked in so many different directions. Heather’s pussy pulls me north, and then southwest, followed by an oscillating movement that drives my already fevered brain into a frenzy.
The dildo in my vagina jerks slightly in and out, but its rocking back-forth movement slaps against my G-spot like a coy finger. This is in addition to the voluminous pressure on my pussy lips and nipples. All my erogenous zones – literally almost all of them – are being caressed, stroked or excited in one way or another.
My breathing becomes labored. I close my eyes, savoring the myriad movements that assault me.
“It’s all right to scream,” Heather says between pants. Her pupils are dilated and her face drips with sweat. I can tell that she is close to coming.
I’m close to coming myself. The double sensation of being penetrated and having my clit squeezed and teased into orgasm sends the familiar waves rolling through my body. It is as if I’m being hit by a tsunami.
“Go on,” Heather whispers. “Give yourself to it.”
Unable to hold myself back any longer, I climax. My screaming is vivid in my ears as I throw my head back against the railing. It’s the only movement afforded to me in my bound state. Somewhere in the murky cavern of my skull, I realize that Heather is coming too. She arches her back and keens like an animal while still maintaining the pump and grind of her hips.
I come and come so splendidly that it is a while before I descend into something akin to consciousness. I open my eyes, and my eyelids are wet with sweat and tears. Heather is beautiful as she smiles at me.
“So glad you liked it,” she whispers. “Now I’ve got to get you ready for Alice.”
WORKS BY APHRODITE HUNT
The ‘Initiation’ series
Open Your Legs for Me
Blindfolded and Spread-eagled
Thighs Wide Apart
Teacher, Please Spread my Pussy
The Final Initiation
The Initiation: A Bundle of 5 Stories
The ‘Initiation 2’ series
Open Your Legs for my Family
Bend Over for my Family
Publicly Display Yourself for Me
‘The Royal Captive’ series
Prince Miro’s Capture
Prince Miro’s Submission
Prince Miro’s Enslavement
Prince Miro’s Punishment
Prince Miro’s Escape
Prince Miro’s Final Confrontation
The ‘Naughty Nymphomaniac’ series
I was a Naughty Nymphomaniac
Officer, Please Spread and Cuff Me
Gang Banged by the Chain Gang
Hot, Wet and Steamy (individual stories)
When He’s Inside You
My Stepson is a Naughty Stripper
The Gorgeous Naked Man in my Storm Shelter
Her First Clit Ring
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