Saturday, February 26, 2011

More Kaitlyn

She wondered how long he'd make her wait.  Logically she knew that waiting for him was part of the game but it was really working on her anyway.  The longer she laid there the more thoughts she had about what he might do to her.  Finally she heard him moving across the room.  She hadn't heard any doors open, but she knew he was there.  She jerked when he touched her, running his hands over the small of her back and slipping them down across her ass cheeks.  "Good girl Kaity.  I've been waiting all week to have you like this you know.  But I hear you were sloppy and lazy when you came downstairs, so we'll have to take care of that before we have fun, right?" 
 "I'm sorry," she said frantically, afraid of what he might do to her.  "I didn't know." 
"No, you didn't, but you should have.  You're a bright girl Kaity.  If you need direction, ask for it.  Well, beg for it is more accurate.  Otherwise, use your head, remember your role.  Understand?" 
"Yes, I understand.”  She was shivering now and wondering what might happen next. 
 "So, we'll start the nipple clamps now instead of later and you'll remember next time won't you?" 
 "Oh yes, I'll remember, I promise." He came around to the side of the table and admired the breasts hanging on each side of the support beam.  He settled a flat clamp on each tit, ignoring her wince and moan.  The adjustable screw was set tighter than anything that she'd ever played with.  She recognized immediately that everything she'd done before had been playing.  Brad wasn't playing.
"And now we'll add some nice jingly bells.  They'll tinkle when you jump.  Fun right?"  A moment later she felt the weight added.  She supposed they weren't extremely heavy, but they felt like bricks attached to her sensitive nipples.   It seemed the rope binding was making the pain even more piercing.  She squirmed a tiny bit, trying to adjust to something more comfortable but she couldn't move much and each tiny shift made the bells ring lewdly.  Meanwhile he had moved back to her ass and was stroking it again, enjoying the feel of her skin.  "You know what?  We're missing something.  You need some jingle bells here too." He grabbed her pussy lips abruptly and put similar clamps on them.  She yelped at the pinch and then set her mind to try not to squeal so much.  He was reaching under the table and attaching a chain to the nipple clamps.  Dear god, that was yet a few more ounces pulling on them.  They were connected to a chain at her cunt.  She closed her eyes, taking it all in. 
Her eyes snapped open and an unintelligible sound escaped her mouth.  He had landed something hard and flat on her ass.  The pain burned through her.  Before she could catch her breath, another came crashing down.  Soon her entire ass was peppered with solid slaps of the hard leather paddle.  In the background she heard the jingle of the bells from her tits and cunt, ringing non-stop as he worked on her ass.  The pinches from the clamps had settled into a throbbing now and paled next to the pain in her rear.  She felt the burning, much worse than anything she'd ever imagined.  Just when she thought she could move to a higher plane and relax into it, he changed gears and started hitting in one spot in the middle of her left ass cheek, over and over, harder and harder.  She was whimpering and tears were running down her face. 
He paused lightly running his fingers over her rear, feeling the heat radiating off her skin.  She moaned when he touched her and then bit her lip when he slid his fingers down along her crack, trailing them lower and lower and finally dipping them into her cunt.  He pulled them out and brought them around to her face, showing her the juices dripping from them.  She took a breath and reached out her tongue, knowing without being told it was her job to clean him.  He smiled and stroked her hair with his other hand while she licked him clean.  "I'm your wanton slut," she said, knowing it was true. 
"Good girl."  He patted her cheek and moved off.  He smiled looking at her bright red ass.  He'd waited ten days for this moment.  She was beautiful like this, bound and submissive, accepting whatever he dished out.  He picked up the strap next, anxious to lay real stripes across her skin.  He stood in the right place to ensure that the strap covered both cheeks with each stroke and let fly.  After the first two landed on her skin he stopped.  He returned a moment later with a bright red ball gag.  "Open Kaity."  She was afraid, but she did as directed and he tucked it between her lips, strapping it tightly behind her head.  Now he wouldn't have to hear her screaming until he wanted to.  He took up his position and went back to work.  Yes, much better.  All she could manage now were muffled sounds.  He covered every inch of her rear, laying a series of carefully spaced stripes from the top of her ass to the bottom and then to the upper part of her thighs.  He had just finished the last one when his kitchen timer went off.  Time to pull the clamps.  Perfect.
He came back to her head and removed the gag, using a paper towel to wipe the spit from her face.  "Do you remember what I told you about nipple clamps Kaity?" She tried to catch her breath.  "Do you remember when I told you that you'd beg me to take them off and how they hurt more coming off than going on?  Now's the time Kaity." 
 "Oh please! Please, please take them off me, please." 
 "Hmmm... that's a nice start I suppose.  But how do I know you really, really mean it Kaity?" 
"Oh I do, please, I'm begging with all my heart, please take them off me please." 
"Well, let's see. Let's make a deal.  I'll take them off in exchange for something else.  What can you do for me in exchange Kaity?"
"I, I don't know, but anything, please." 
"Hmmm... well, let's give you some choices then huh?  How about anal beads up your ass hole or the strap on your tits?  Which one would you prefer Kaity?" 
"Either one that pleases you, please, just take them off me please." 
"Very good Kaity.  That was a smart answer.  You see, you do know what to do, don't you?"  He stroked the side of her face with his hand, wiping her tears away.  "So, my choice is both.  We'll start with the beads first though." 
He moved behind her and dribbled something cold down her crack, using his finger to push it into her butt hole.  She grunted and shuddered but bit back her cries in an effort not to entice him to return the gag to her mouth.  One after the other he stuffed the beads into her rear, she thought there were about ten but she wasn't sure anymore.  Finally, it seemed he was done because he patted her burning rear, making her wince anew.  He moved to her side.  "Beg me again Kaity." 
"Please, please, oh god please take them off, please."  She sucked in air, unable to even squeak out a sound when he yanked the first clamp off her nipple.  It was a white hot intensity, beyond anything ever.  She was terrified what would happen when he strapped them, but couldn't focus on the future, everything was focused on now.  The second one was yanked free the same way, again taking her breath away before it settled into a throbbing pain.  Now he was behind her tugging at the chain that attached to the pussy clips, jerking it back and forth, making the bells ring out.  With a sharp jolt he ripped them both off at the same time.  
Her whole body was throbbing now.  Her ass was burning, her nipples and cunt were throbbing, her asshole was stuffed full.  She was totally his, his property, his to use for his pleasure.  It was a heady experience, she didn't know what to focus on.  Finally, she realized that all she had to do was submit.  Submit to him, submit to the feelings, submit to his hand.  She didn't have to figure it out, she didn't have to decide what to think about.  Just submit.  He stepped up behind her again, grabbing her ass with both hands.  She let herself fall into the feeling instead of fighting it and he felt the change come over her.  He stroked his hard cock over her rear, teasing it against her cunt.  "Do you want it Kaity?" 
"Oh god, please fuck me Brad, please fuck me hot and hard."   He obliged, sliding into her sopping cunt, her juices belying any protests she might be making in her head.  His balls slapped against her ass, his hands grabbed her flanks and held her in place, slamming into her, thrusting his pelvis as deeply as he could.  He pulled out and came all over her ass, marking her as his property.  She whimpered, she had not had her own orgasm yet and might not ever get one.  She wanted one, she needed one, but what she wanted wasn't important anymore.  She was getting that thought, submitting to that thought, submitting to him.
© 2011 André Santhomas

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