by Dan Moran
Then, just as suddenly, Justine stopped whipping me, dropped the crop to the floor, and reached around from behind me, placing both hands on my chest and beginning to caress me. She kissed my back, my shoulders, then slid down and kissed my ass very softly while stroking my stomach. She worked her way around to my right side and then my front, kissing me all over, gently sliding her fingers over my skin. It was soft and soothing and lovely, in contrast to the burning pain in my buttocks.
Kneeling in front of me, she played with my dick, using both her hands to tug and grip and stroke, licking my shaft, kissing the head. “Mmm,” I muttered, then “aaahhhh oohhhh...” as she sucked the head into her mot mouth and swirled her tongue all around. If she kept that up for even a minute, I would come, but she knew this as well as I did. She stopped after only a few seconds, rising slowly from her kneeling position, kissing her way up my body to my face.
“You sweet thing,” she said soothingly, holding my face in both her hands. She kissed me deeply then, and I thrust my tongue into her mouth as far as I could. Pulling away after some moments, she stroked my cheek and smiled prettily. “My little slave,” she said adoringly. “My bound lover. My pet.” Still smiling and looking into my eyes, she began brushing my nipples lightly, then pinching them just a little. “You like that. I know you do. I like it, too. Your nipples are one of my favorite things to play with.”
I smiled at that. She turned back then and walked to the bed, fumbling with the pile of stuff there and coming back with a small length of slender chain, something metal at either end. “That’s why I got these,” she said, holding something up so I could see. It looked like a small, metal version of a clothespin. “These are nipple clamps,” she told me. “I know you love for me to do things to your nipples, and since you are mine and giving me your whole body, I thought I could at least return the favor by having some extra fun with them.”
She squeezed one of the clamps open, and with her other hand pinched the flesh around my left nipple to make it stand out and give her something to grab. I felt the metal clamp down then and grab my sensitive flesh, and I sucked in my breath sharply. “Too tight?” she asked.
I shook my head. “Please give me the other one.” She fastened the other end to my right nipple then and stepped back as I caught my breath, adjusting to the pain and getting used to the fact that it felt so good. After a few moments of admiring her work, she reached forward and, with one little finger, tugged slightly on the chain that hung between the two clamps. “Nnngh!” I grunted as the cold steel pulled my tender flesh.
“Ooo, this opens up a lot of possibilities,” she said. She gave a few more quick, gentle tugs, then leaned forward and, with the very tip of her tongue, just barely touched the very tip of my right nipple. I actually shuddered at the ecstatic sensation, my momentary convulsion causing my whole body to strain against its bonds, rattling the chains.
Justine smiled, her eyes widening for an instant. “Wow. Didn’t expect that. I guess these really work for you.”
I tried to say “yes,” but no sound came out, so I just nodded my head, panting.
She took a couple of steps back and looked at me with her arms folded. “This is lovely,” she said. “I can’t help but enjoy this. I never knew I would have so much fun playing with you and having you in my power.” She began caressing herself, rubbing her abdomen with both hands, then pulling up her skirt a little and sticking her left hand between her legs. She looked at me and smiled, and I saw her hand moving. “Oh,” she said, “oh yes. Oh I love it. Oh God, you’re mine. Oooo, that’s so sweeeeet...” Then she stopped and went to the bed once more. While half-turned away from me, she said, “Let’s see... now that I have you collared, bound, and have your nipples clamped and chained, I think it’s time for the next step. Let’s imprison that eager cock of yours.”
My cock, of course, leaped up at that, and I felt giddy with anticipation. When she came back, Justine held a small version of a leather collar, one with a small ring set on the top. “Now,” she said, “I’m going to snap this in place. Your cock will be collared, too.” She dropped to her knees once more, and once again I moaned as she took me in her mouth. A moment later, I felt the leather cuff tightening around the base of my penis. I heard her snap it into place, and then she stood, holding the little metal ring in her right fingers and tugging it around. It was tight and secure. I felt absolute elation at the thought of being slowly more and more bound up by her, her control over me growing with each step. I wanted nothing more than to yield myself to her totally. I was hers, inside and out.
“And just to make things more fun,” she said in her low and sexy voice, “we’re going to use this, too.” She produced another thin chain with some more clips, and in a moment, the strap that bound my cock was clipped to the chain that stretched between my nipples. She fiddled for a moment. “There,” she said finally. “That should be good.” She pulled a little on the new center chain, and this now tugged my cock and my nipples all at once.
“Aa-aahhh,” I sighed in delicious torture.
“Oh yes,” she said. “That’s good. Now I can control all of my favorite parts.”
She tugged a little more sharply, and I cried “Ow!” very loudly, but instead of stopping, she gave another yank. I clenched my teeth as she then pulled slowly and steadily, prolonging the pulling of my flesh and smiling as I winced. “Do you love this?” she asked softly, still pulling the chain.
“Ow—yes—aahhh...” I answered in a pained whisper.
Justine went on, “I can do this for as long as I like, you know. Make no mistake. You are mine. I love you, but you’re my toy. I’m so, so glad you helped convince me to do all of this. You’ve opened up a whole new realm of sensual pleasure that I never really thought about before.” She let go of the chain, and I gasped.
“I’m glad, too,” I managed to say. “I want to be yours. I am yours. Do whatever you want to me. Please. Hurt me if you will. I love you, and I want my body to give you pleasure.”
She smiled and kissed me. “Yes, my pet. Of course.”
Once more, I watched as she walked to the bed. She came back with a red plastic ball that had some leather straps attached. “Now,” she said, “you are completely mine, but I want to give you another window of opportunity. I am going to punish you some more. I am going to punish your ass with that crop, because your ass belongs to me and that is what would please me. You deserve more whipping because I feel like whipping you. However, I am going to give you this chance to say no. I have a gag here. If you do not tell me to stop and let you go, I’m going to put this gag in your mouth, and when I do that, I will begin whipping you until I feel like stopping. You obviously won’t be able to say ‘Blue’ once you’re gagged, so that’s why I’m being nice and telling you now.” She held up the gag and stroked my face. “So, what’s it going to be, my love? Shall I undo these chains? Shall I take the collar off?”
I considered for several moments, and she did not try to rush me. Finally, I looked into her eyes and said, “Continue. Please keep going. I want to keep the collar on some more. Do what you will, love.”
Smiling then, she kissed my cheek, then said very softly, “Now open.” I opened my mouth, and she placed the red ball between my lips, pulling the leather straps around my head and fastening them in place. She picked up the crop and circled me slowly. “I love you,” she said. “I could not ask for anything more. I love that you are mine. You are helpless, my darling, and that is how I like it. You are naked and bound for my pleasure. Your body chained, spread, vulnerable, your nipples clamped and fastened tightly to your lovely cock, collared and padlocked and now gagged. You are so completely at my mercy now. I can have my way with you. And that’s what I’m about to do. I will now whip that delicate, tender, delightful ass of yours until I am satisfied with the pain I have given you. This is not because you have displeased me, but because you have pleased me. Now get ready.”
She stood behind me now and was silent for
about a minute, allowing me to savor the mix of dread and eagerness we were discovering together. Then she began.
Whack! Crack! Whip whip whack! Whooosh! Snap!
At first, it stung. Then it really stung. Then it burned. After the first thirty or so, I could no longer think of a word for it. She only struck my buns, but the pain filled my whole body. Now, there was something else too: Every time my body automatically strained forward at the taste of the crop, my stretching tightened the chain between my cock and nipples, making me yank on my own swollen and tender flesh in the front every time I got a stinging slash from behind. “MMMMPPHHH!! GGGHHHH!!!!” I cried around the gag, but my noises had no effect. Justine just kept cropping my inflamed bottom.
“Oh yes!” she shouted. “Yes! That’s it! Your flesh is mine! I own you now! You are collared and naked and in my total control! You must suffer if I want to make you suffer! Take this lovely pain! Feel the torment I’ve decided to give you!”
And I did. The cries just came out of me naturally, ineffective as they were, and tears rolled down my cheeks. Fifteen minutes must have passed. I writhed and strained and strove but remained right where I was, totally exposed, in her grip, the only effect of my struggles being to pull on the various items fastened to my body, causing new pain.
And yet, I loved it. I loved every second. I was crying in pain, but at the same time, I was so in love with this wonderful woman.
Finally, she did stop, tossed the crop aside, and went to the bed. Instead of bringing any fresh new item from her little stash, though, she brushed it all aside onto the floor, leaning back in the bed. Her scanty clothes were quite disheveled, and I could see a sheen of sweat glistening all over her skin. She had really given herself a workout while giving me a good whipping.
She lay back on the bed with her feet toward me, spreading her legs and hiking her skirt up. She reached down to tug off her panties, then slid a fingertip up and down her glistening slit and moaned loudly, “OOOOOOHHHHH....” With half-closed eyes, she fingered herself with one hand and tore at the buttons on her blouse with the other. She yanked down on one of the cups of her bra, letting a breast spill out and beginning to fondle it. My tears were finally stopping, and my dick, which had remained rock-hard this whole time, lurched upward and forward, as if straining to get to her.
“Oh, you like this, don’t you?” she panted, indicating her body by sliding her hands all over it. She tore open her bra, her blouse having already fallen away to either side on the bed. She took her right index finger out of her pussy and stuck it in her mouth, then brought it to her left nipple, rubbing the wetness around on her stiff pink flesh and sighing. “You love these tits, don’t you? You just want to grab them right now. Oh, yes, you want to fondle my tits,” she said, fondling them herself.
“MMhh-hmmmm!” I mumbled around the gag. I loved watching her touch herself, and I yearned to break free of my bonds and leap onto her.
“Ohhhh, and this pussy...” she said, lifting her legs for me, looking between them at me as she stroked her clit. “Oh this is good. This is what you want. You want to touch my pussy...”
“GGGhhh!” I nodded vigorously, growing desperate as she continued her show.
“Oh, and you want to be inside me...” Now she thrust three fingers inside of herself, pumping rapidly. “Oh, it’s so hot and wet. Oh I’m wet. Oh it feels so good. Oh yes, it’s crammed tight. Oh it’s wet it’s wet it’s... oh... OH... AAAAH!!!!!”
And I watched her engorged pussy convulse, her whole body going into spasms, Justine screaming as she tossed and squirmed on the bed, seeming to shriek for several minutes in the most intense delight I’d ever known her to experience. I was absolutely amazed. I couldn’t believe she was coming this hard over our new bondage games. It made me incredibly excited. I hoped she would always be this turned on by having me in her power, because I certainly was.
When she finally recovered, she sat up. “Well, my slave, are you enjoying your bondage?”
“Ugh-hg,” I gagged, nodding.
“Good,” she said, removing the remnants of clothing from her sweat-drenched body. “You can contemplate your servitude and your helplessness for a little while. I’m going to take a shower. You, my precious pet, must remain there and think about your devotion to me. Feel the pain in your flesh and know this is part of my love. Savor it, and yearn for more.”
She walked out of the room, leaving me naked and dangling in my bonds with nothing but the fire in my well-whipped ass to keep me company. I heard the water come on in the upstairs bathroom, which was next to the bedroom, and I could hear Justine singing to herself as she took a long, luxurious shower. I did contemplate my position, thinking about how strange it was that I should love this so much, how odd that nothing in my whole life had given me any inkling that this lustful subservience lay within me. Strange or not, it was delightful, and it filled me with a lust more powerful than any I’d ever known. It had done the same to Justine, judging by the furious orgasm she’d just had. Our sex had been good before, but now... we were entering realms of truly divine ecstasy.
Justine came back in after ten or fifteen minutes, her naked body glowing with warmth from the hot shower. She walked slowly in front of me, pacing, looking me up and down. My erection had never subsided—with the leather strap snapped tightly around it, I don’t think I would have been able to go limp, no matter what.
“Let’s get you down, my love,” she said, undoing the straps on the gag and taking it from my mouth. She undid the nipple clamps, followed by the chain connecting them to my cock ring. Leaving the ring itself on, she undid the cuffs around my ankles. Now I was only bound by my hands. “When I undo your wrist straps,” she said, “I want you to remain where you are for a few seconds. I know what you want, but you need to wait for my command. Understood?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
She leaned in and pressed her naked flesh against mine as she unfastened the wrist cuffs. Her warm breasts were squeezed against my muscled chest, and I could smell the papaya aroma of the conditioner she used. I was desperate with longing as she removed the final bonds and stepped away from me, walking toward the bed and looking over her shoulder at me. She crawled slowly onto the mattress, bending over in front of me, sliding her arms forward and thrusting her ass out. Looking back at me with half-closed eyes, she whispered huskily, “Now take me.”
I sprang forward in an instant, grabbing her ass firmly and plunging at last into the sweet wetness of her eager sex, pumping forcefully, delighting in the hot tight center of her lovely naked flesh. We both shouted with inarticulate pleasure as I pounded into her, my balls slapping against her, her ass cheeks rippling at every thrust. I reached around and grabbed her tits, groping and squeezing as she squealed, “Yes! Yes! Oh fuck me oh fill me grab my tits and fuck fuck—ooooooooooOOOOOOOOOHHHHH.....”
Her hot cunt squeezed my dick with powerful spasms, and I exploded into her, jets of semen gushing out in long, powerful bursts, my balls aching, my insides straining to give her every last drop of my pent-up lust, filling her completely with rivers of hot sperm. I tried to scream, but my throat was too dry. My whole body tingled, and my vision was spotty. After I had no more jizz in me and my cock no longer flexed but only twitched slightly, I slid back out of her and collapsed onto the bed, feeling like I was about to pass out. I was vaguely aware of her gasping beside me. My mind was lost and wandering, taking several minutes to return to my body and to allow me to be aware of being in a bed, in a room, beside my wife. Slowly gaining control of my breathing, I rolled over to look at Justine, who appeared as bewildered as I was.
It was maybe ten minutes before either of us spoke. It was Justine who broke the silence. “That,” she said, still panting a little, “was fucking intense. This whole night was intense. I’ve never had anything like this. Have you?”
“No,” I said. “This is the most powerful sex I’ve ever had.”
“Can it really all be from me spanking you and controlling y
ou? I love having you in my power... but it’s a really strong reaction, to orgasm like that just because of this new stuff we did.”
“I think it really can be from all that. Being completely in your grip did something to me... does something to me. It’s like it woke up all these other parts of my being, and all of them are full of untapped sexual energy.”
“Well,” she said. She looked at me and stroked my cheek. “Personally, I love it. I want to come like that again and again. And since you’re mine, you’ll just have to keep on making that happen. Looks like you’re mine forever.”
“I hope so,” I said, and kissed her.
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Chapter 7
The next morning, I awoke slowly to a warm and delicious feeling. Still half asleep, I slowly realized that Justine was waking me up with a blowjob. Her head was under the blankets that covered me up to my chest, and the fabric rustled softly as her head moved very slowly up and down, warm lips tight around my shaft, hot tongue delightful as it slid firmly against the head of my cock. I breathed more deeply, eyes half-closed, as I lay back and enjoyed the sheer fleshly delight of Justine’s hot mouth on my dick. I felt as though I had not really awakened but had instead moved on to a wonderful dream. She seemed to go on for an hour in my sleepy state, never increasing her pace, only moving slowly up and down, giving my cock a wonderful mouth massage. I did not move; I simply let her do things her way, and after a very long time, I reached the point of not being able to hold back. With a loud sigh I let go and came in her mouth, her motion ceasing as I pulsed and twitched; then I felt her lips and tongue working to slurp up all of my come and gulp down every drop.