NoEasyWayOut

by Tara Tennyson

  The trip had started out so well. It had been one of the most romantic times of her life. They flew business class and the hotel was an elegant old building. She’d worn a lovely dress to dinner and Daniel had been romantic, tender even, making sure the waiter attended to her every need, holding her hand across the table.

  There was no hint of domineering Daniel, no strange requests, no odd garments for her to wear. She had really begun to wonder if their relationship was moving on. Daniel might even be starting to fall in love with her.

  After dinner they’d taken a walk hand in hand through the city streets, stopping for more drinks until Ruthanne knew she had had too many. But the warm night air, the Mexican voices, the whole atmosphere made her so happy. It was the best night of her life and she wondered if she might be falling for him too.

  Going back up to their room Ruthanne knew that they would make love and that Daniel being Daniel, he would probably want to play games.

  It had started normally for Daniel. He had produced a fishnet body stocking for her to wear. The large holes in the net meant it covered nothing. Her nipples peeped through and it was open at the crotch.

  She put it on and wasn’t sure if she felt more naked with or without it. But it was Daniel’s kind of thing and she was getting used to the dressing up, the games, the way he liked to control her reactions and exploit her desires. She stood in front of him, wearing the body stocking and her high heels.

  He looked admiringly at her. “You look very nice. Very accessible.” He smiled at her and reached out to caress her breast.

  It felt like she wasn’t wearing anything.

  “This won’t offer much protection at all.” He smiled again, turning her around in front of him, stroking the curve of her hips then gripping the flesh of her butt tightly. “Beautiful. But there’s something missing. “

  Ruthanne felt a quiver of anticipation. What else did he have for her? A corset of some kind? Some cuffs perhaps? Was this fear or excitement she was feeling?

  But then he’d taken out a small shiny black latex thing. What was it? Not a sex toy. It was the wrong shape.

  He smoothed it out in front of her. “It’s a head mask. I think you’ll find it changes everything.”

  He helped her put it on, pulling it down over her hair. It covered her whole head like a balaclava, with flaps that could be left open or fixed closed over the eyes, ears, nose and mouth.

  He looked at her. “It suits you.”

  She saw herself in the mirror. She didn’t look like herself anymore but like some kind of doll, a faceless figure wearing fishnet.

  He demonstrated it, pulling down the eyeflaps.

  She immediately felt helpless, vulnerable, not sure what he was doing. Then he closed the earflaps and it was even worse. She couldn’t see anything, she couldn’t hear anything. She was completely disoriented. She wasn’t even sure she could stand upright.

  And where was Daniel? She felt his hand grazing at her nipple and flinched away from him, then felt a sharp slap on her ass cheeks. She tried to step away from him but he was in front of her now. He pulled her hard against him, her near-naked skin against his suit and crisp shirt.

  Then he opened the eye- and earflaps again. “Interesting, isn’t it. Everything is magnified when you can’t see or hear. But you can wear it open for now anyway.” He smiled at her. “I could close the nose and mouth holes too but I’m not going to control your breathing. Not until you’re more fully trained. And I want your mouth available.” He rubbed his fingers over her red-lipsticked lips. “I might need it. And I like to hear you scream.”

  He inspected his fingers and the lipstick smears, then he rubbed them on her nipple so the lipstick made it stand out bright red against her pale skin. He admired his handiwork. “Let’s match them up.” He rubbed his fingers over her lips again and rubbed her other nipple so they were both dark red now. “Look in the mirror.”

  There was a huge mirror over the dressing table and another full-length mirror next to it. She saw herself, covered in black fishnet, high heels, head mask, the only color the flashes of deep red from her lips and now on her nipples too.

  She didn’t look like herself anymore. I could be anyone. Daniel would do this with anyone.

  She put the thoughts to one side and watched as Daniel began to touch her, both of them still looking in the mirror. He rubbed his hands over her shoulders, her neck and down her sides, standing behind her and staring in the mirror.

  She felt like she was watching it happen to someone else. Then he put his hands over her breasts, squeezing them and kneading them. She felt the familiar prickle between her legs. He tugged on the nipples, liking the way they stood out from her body. He was making them hard, watching himself rolling them around between his fingers.

  He nudged her ankles apart and she shifted so she was standing with her legs apart, feeling her outer lips open slowly. He reached both hands around and gripped her plump outer lips and pulled them apart, exposing the pink inside, her little clit and the tender inner lips. She glanced away shyly.

  “Look.” His fingertip grazed her clit, making her shiver. “Look at yourself. You get so wet for me don’t you, Ruthanne?”

  She nodded, sighing. She did and she always came so hard when she was with him.

  He touched a finger to her entrance. “It’s starting to get wet already. You see how much you love it. And tonight I’m going to make sure you are fully satisfied.” He was smiling. “You’ll feel more satisfied than you ever have before, I promise you”

  She felt another flutter of excitement at his words. What was he going to do?

  “Now look at yourself and look hard because I’m going to close you in and get you ready and then you’ll just concentrate on what you can feel. You won’t be able to see or hear much, just feel and taste. Is that okay?”

  She nodded, pleased he was asking her and knowing that now they had got this far, any refusal would probably be met by a spanking by him, arousing her until she couldn’t say no and then he’d do it anyway.

  The he pulled down the flaps over her ears and she felt him pressing them closed, then the same for her eyes, the Velcro holding them tight. It was dark and all she could hear was the blood rushing in her head. She felt vulnerable suddenly and completely dependent on Daniel.

  He continued to touch her body, stroking her gently, pinching at her nipples. She could only imagine how she looked in the mirror. Then he left her standing there, waiting and wondering, not touching her, not doing anything. Where was he? What was he planning? She tensed up, knowing that whatever it was it would probably hurt.

  But the next touch surprised her. She felt his hands suddenly touching her again, eagerly pressing and squeezing her. He was stroking all over her body now, her shoulders, her sides, over her hips, down her thighs, sweeping moves stroking over her skin.

  She could smell something. Had Daniel put on a new aftershave? Her sense of smell seemed so acute now that she couldn’t hear or see. In the pitch darkness she tried to picture what he was doing.

  The touches felt more intense, more surprising. She couldn’t predict where his hands would go next or what he would do. Then his mouth was on her nipple and she gasped. He had never done this before. He’d used his fingers, the suction cups, even the paddle but never his mouth.

  His tongue flicked at her nipple then his mouth closed around it, sucking the whole area hard, pulling it deep into his mouth. His teeth closed gently onto her nipple, biting at it. She moaned as the tingles seemed to race straight from her nipple to between her legs.

  If she had to wear a head mask for Daniel to do this to her it was okay with her. He turned his attention to her other nipple now, nibbling gently on it then sucking hard at it, making her squirm and push her breast against him, wanting him to carry on, to do it more. “Mmmh, that’s good,” she murmured.

  She felt him grip her upper arms and push her back. She stepped backward, glad he was holding her and not sure she could even wal
k now she couldn’t see or hear. She bumped into the edge of the bed and sat down suddenly. The hands carried on pushing her backward so she was lying back on the bed, her feet still on the floor. His hands went between her knees and opened her legs, pushing them wide apart. She felt her inner lips peel open and knew she was exposed now.

  She lay back waiting, wondering. Would it be the harsh crack of the whip or the sharp smack of his hand? Would it be on her breasts or on her plump, fleshy mound? Would he pinch her inner thighs or turn her over and whip her rear?

  The waiting was unbearable. She had no sense of where he was in the room or what he was doing, what he was preparing. She lay there waiting.

  She felt his hands under her butt cheeks, tugging at them, pulling her slowly until she was right on the edge of the bed. Then the hands moved to her inner thighs, one gripping each thigh. She fought the urge to close her legs to protect herself, knowing it would only result in punishment.

  But the expected pain didn’t come. His hands caressed her thighs, massaging her almost, working their way up and up. Then she felt his fingertips grazing her outer lips and a little moan escaped her. Would he hurt her now? Pinch her lips, smack a crop or a whip down onto her most delicate parts? She wriggled, breathing hard now and not sure what he would do.

  But the hands just kept massaging, stroking her, touching her until she relaxed again. He was touching her outer lips, stroking them, squeezing them gently, pulling them gently farther apart, then tracing a fingertip over her inner lips, softly, softly. He touched a finger to her entrance and she knew she was wet.

  She tensed, wondering if he would slam his fingers into her, making her wince and gasp, stretching her wide, too wide, but no.

  A finger slipped inside her, just up to the first knuckle then deeper. At the same time she felt what could only be his warm breath on her inner lips. Surely Daniel wasn’t going to do that? She’d gotten used to him not really touching her, not without leather or latex anyway. This intimate contact was something completely new from him.

  She felt the warm breath as he blew gently on her and she held still, almost afraid to move in case he realized what he was doing and stopped. Then she felt his lips kissing her plump mound. She moaned at the feel of his warm lips. He kissed her again and again, over the mound, down the sides, pressing into her plump outer lips. His finger stayed half inside her, pressing a little, pushing a little.

  She wanted him to kiss her inner lips, to kiss against her clit, to make her come like this. But surely he wouldn’t. Then she felt two fingers inside her or was it three? She didn’t know but she felt full and she wanted more.

  She moaned and pushed against his hands, hoping his mouth would touch her again. And it did. Suddenly his mouth was covering the whole area of her clit, sucking on her inner lips, pulling them softly into his mouth, licking at them.

  She moaned. “Yes, yes, that’s good.”

  His tongue was circling the hood of her clit and she gasped again and pushed against him, wanting him to lick her, bite, her, press his teeth against her. His other hand was on top of her mound now, pinching it firmly and pulling it while her clit stayed in his mouth. His tongue was teasing her, flicking against the hood of her clit.

  She moaned again. “Please, please.” She needed him to do it more, to do it harder.

  He pulled her mound tight away from her clit, making it ease out of its hood, intensifying everything. His other hand was still pushing against her, his fingers buried deep inside her. And his tongue was flicking against her clit over and over again. He was so good at this.

  Why had he waited so long to do this? She wanted it to last forever. She moaned louder now, grinding up against him, wanting him to use his teeth. Like he could read her mind he rubbed his teeth against her clit.

  She cried out. It felt too good. She pushed against him hard. He kept rubbing his teeth on her, his tongue flicking out too and his lips pursed, sucking her tender clit into his mouth as he pressed his teeth against her and flicked at her with his tongue.

  She cried out again, her body beginning to tense with the orgasm that was building hard inside her. “Oh yes do it, do it.”

  His teeth gripped her clit gently and his tongue lashed at it. His fingers pumped inside her and his other hand held her mound tight. He lapped and licked again, squeezing her clit with his teeth and she knew this was it. She could hear her own voice begging him to keep going. “That’s so good. Don’t stop. Lick me. Make me come.” She was going to climax. She couldn’t stop it.

  The sensations powered through her, leaving her helplessly forcing herself against his mouth, pushing herself into his mouth again and again, moaning and gasping and crying out as his tongue flicked and his teeth gripped her.

  Each time his tongue flicked, his teeth gripped and another wave coursed through her. The waves of pleasure ran though her again and again. She was moaning, crying out helplessly as she pushed herself against him.

  Then finally it was over and she lay, unable to move, not wanting to move ever again. She was surprised, delighted Daniel had done that for her, that he’d just let her come like that—no games, no teasing, no pain. Did this mean he was changing? Or that their relationship was changing? Or would she pay for it later? Right now she didn’t care. She just wanted to lie there forever.

  Then she felt hands at her shoulders, pulling her. She tried to work out what he wanted, turning over and being repositioned until she was on her hands and knees, kneeling with her ass level with the end of the bed. She knew what this meant. She was going to be spanked or whipped. She waited tensely, not able to hear or see, not knowing what he was doing and feeling the cool air on her buttocks.

  It came sooner than she had expected, the sharp smack of the paddle on her near-naked rear and she gasped. Three, four, five, more blows rained down and she moaned softly, not flinching, letting him hit her. The orgasm had robbed her of her strength and she knew Daniel needed to do this.

  He pressed something against her lips and she opened her lips obediently, feeling an oversized latex cock-shaped dildo force its way into her mouth. She complained but her voice was muffled, the sound hardly able to get out. Then he switched it on and the head rotated inside her mouth.

  She complained again, shaking her head, trying to say “no, it’s too big,” but the dildo just stayed there, its head twisting around and around in her mouth. Just when she was starting to wonder if she could cope with it without gagging, it was out of her mouth and she felt something—was it the same dildo?—pushing into her still-wet tunnel from behind. It felt big and stretched her and she leaned back into it, wanting to be filled.

  Something else was against her lips now, something warm and alive. She parted her lips immediately, happy to let him push deep into her mouth and lashing at him with her tongue while the huge dildo worked away behind her. Another vibrator was underneath her now, searching for her clit.

  She pulled away from it. She wasn’t ready yet. She didn’t want it now. She was still recovering from the last orgasm. But he was persistent, pushing the buzzing vibrator against her where her clit was.

  She moaned deep in her throat, not able to cry out with her mouth full of the penis edging in and out, filling her mouth then drawing out until she almost closed her lips, then pushing in again.

  The vibrator stayed against her clit, buzzing, insistent, not stopping and against her will she felt another orgasm starting to build. Surely she couldn’t come again? The dildo was pumping away inside her, thrusting hard inside her. Her mouth was full and the vibrator was tight against her clit, pressing in as it vibrated.

  She was going to come again. She could feel it. She moaned again, the sound hardly escaping round the penis thrusting in and out of her mouth. She pressed down on the vibrator, suddenly wanting it harder up against her clit. The mask was still tight against her eyes and ears, making everything more intense, making her just concentrate on what she was feeling.

  The lifelike dildo was still pumping hard i
n and out of her from behind. And the pressure was building, that sliding sensation of something she couldn’t control, of knowing that now she needed to come more than anything, now she was going to come.

  The vibrator kept pressing against her harder and the cock was filling her mouth. The dildo was slamming into her now. She didn’t know how Daniel was doing it all but she didn’t care.

  The feeling of fullness, of completeness and that buzzing away hard and tight against her clit was too much and she pressed down harder and harder knowing she was just at the top of the hill and that any minute she would fall, fall, fall down the other side in a helpless wave of orgasm.

  The dildo pushed harder into her and she could almost imagine warm thighs slamming against her legs as the vibrator pressed harder. The cock in her mouth climaxed and she ground her clit harder and harder against the vibrator.

  Then she was coming, screaming even as the spunk hit the back of her throat, making her gag and choke as she cried out. The waves of the orgasm pushed through her, ripped out of her, making her buck and writhe. Her body was out of control, just coming, harder and harder, wave after wave of it wrenching through her.

  Then it was over and she collapsed down on the bed, exhausted, trying to swallow the come still in her mouth.

  She lay like that for a long time, not sure if she was asleep or awake in the pitch darkness and silence, letting her body recover and not really caring what Daniel was doing, hoping it was over for tonight, that she could sleep now.

  By the time Daniel took off the mask, it seemed he had already showered and was ready for bed.

  “I suggest you take a long, hot bath.”

  She agreed. She seemed to be covered in semen, drying in sticky white patches all over her. Daniel must have really enjoyed himself. And she had too.

  A bath and bed was all she wanted now. She lay steaming in the bath for ages, half asleep, sure that they had turned a corner in their relationship, sure that Daniel was now giving her intimacy and affection alongside the sex even if she did have to wear a full head mask.