Fantasy: Tie and Tease

I am naked. Gently, she takes me in her arms. She holds me close, exploring my body. She starts with my hair, gently stroking it, Then my face, holding my cheeks and looking directly into my eyes, telling me that I am beautiful. Then her hands work slowly over my body, stroking, teasing, leaving me with goosebumps everywhere she touches. She intentionally stays well away from those parts of my anatomy that I am most desperate for her to touch.

Her hands move back up to my face again, and she lowers a blindfold over my eyes. Gently, her hands work their way down to my arms, and she slowly takes my wrists and ties them behind my back. She takes me by the hand and leads me into the unknown. I can feel that we have entered another room. It is colder, and the floor is not carpeted like the last. Suddenly, she pushes me backwards and I hit what feels like a soft, warm, cosy hammock. She maintains body contact, stroking my skin with one hand whilst she deftly moves around me, restraining all of my limbs until I am suspended and unable to move. My legs are wide open, and my head is held in place by my hair, which is tied into the swing. My hands are held high above my head, comfortable but out of the way. My head is fixed in such a way that I cannot hold avoid her glare as she removes the blindfold and looks me in the eyes: 'You know, you really are beautiful. I adore you. I want to give you something. Hold still'. She smirks. Of course I am going to hold still, what other choice do I have?

She carefully places the blindfold back over my eyes again. Then earplugs, and a ring gag. Leather mitts over my hands. A large vibrating dildo in my pussy. A smaller one in my arse. She briefly lifts the blindfold up. Her eyes have a mischievous twinkle, and she holds the poppers up to my face. I lip read as she waves and says 'goodnight, baby', before replacing the blindfold and encasing my whole head in a gas mask.

Shit. I have no idea where she is. My mind is clouded by waves of pleasure from what seems like constantly changing vibrations inside me. I suspect that there is something being fed through the gas mask, which is also making me light headed. I cannot focus on anything except for the overwhelming want for sexual contact of some kind. Desperate, desperate want. And there is nothing that I can do about it. I have no concept of time passing, but it feels like forever. I just want to be touched. I want to cry and shout because I am so desperate, but the occasional cloudy headedness is preventing even that.

Suddenly, my bonds are released. My legs are still held wide open, and my arms are still held up, but my body has hit a stone cold floor. A blow hits my side – it feels like it is from a boot. Then another. And another. Then out comes the flogger. It rains down on my flesh, focussing between my legs. It hurts. It really hurts. The continual buzzing inside me and the light-headedness make it difficult to fight back. I can't hear or see anything. I can't speak. I can't scream.

Out of nowhere, my mask is ripped off. My earplugs are torn off. A plastic cock is strapped in place through the ring gag. 'You stupid girl. You are so easy. Are you turned on?'

I can't speak through the gag. Even if I could, I am not sure that I could formulate words.

A slap across the face nearly brings me to tears. 'Are you turned on?'

I grunt in response. It is the best that I can do. Three slaps across the face.

'Look at you. Your legs are wide open. I can see everything. The wetness is everywhere. You are open to abuse. There you are, lying back like a queen, expecting to be pleasured.' She smears fluid across my face. Then, just to make the point, she spits on me. Then she hits me once, VERY hard, with the flogger, between my open legs.

'How desperate are you?'

I still can't answer. Another thwack with the flogger.

'I asked you a question. How desperate are you?'

I do my best to beg. It comes out as a whimper.

'I will take that lack of an answer to mean that you aren't. That you are such a slut that you spend your entire life this wet, just waiting to serve cock. That your shaking and back arching are not symptomatic in the slightest of you being desperate for me to hold this (she holds up the magic wand) against your clit and give you the most powerful orgasm of your life. No? Nothing to say at all?'

I let out a desperate wimper.

'I see. Well, seeing as you are incapable of giving me any clue as to what you might want, I guess I will just have to do what I want. What do you think I want?'

Now I am really scared.

'Hmmm. Let me think.' She starts pacing around the room, casting her eyes over various implements. She picks up a big kitchen knife, and looks it over. Then a scalpel. Then the crop. Eventually, she makes her decision. She picks up two sets of clover clamps, and attached one to each nipple and one to each of my labia. She pulls a latex glove over both of her hands. Then she starts to lube them up.

'There you are, lying back all comfortable, expecting me to pleasure you. Fine then, I will.' She balls her hands into fists. 'These are going in you. Both of them. At once.

She puts the mask back on. Suddenly, the cock in my mouth increases in size. I hadn't realised that it was inflatable. Now I am practically gagging on it, and I can't breathe through my mouth at all. She covers my face with a shirt – the unmistakable smell of poppers. 'That's right. You lie there, all incapacitated. Nothing you can do. No whimpering, no screaming. And if you have an orgasm from this, then that flogger will bite into your clit so hard that you won't be able to move for a week. This is not for you. I want to see you suffer.'

Starting with my pussy, she works her hand inside me. It feels amazing. My head is still all floaty, and I can't quite get enough air to be able to cope with the sensations. I begin to sob. She is relentless, pulling out only to allow her other hand into my arse. She keeps going. And going. And going. It hurts. It really hurts. I want to cum, but I know that I can't. Not without that stimulation on my clit. Or without her permission. I am in floods of tears.

Eventually, she has had enough. Unceremoniously, she unties me and leaves me in a heap on the floor. She throws the magic wand and he dildos at me. She grabs the chain between my nipples (OUCH) and pulls me up so that my face is close to hers. 'You do not stop wanking until I get back. I hope it hurts. The clamps stay on. I don't expect to hear anything from you. I don't really want to see your face right now.' She spits in my face, puts the earplugs and blindfold back on, and leaves me on the cold stone floor, legs still bound apart like a whore, unloved, silently, painfully masturbating in my pool of blood, sweat and tears.