look at me

He pushes me back on the bed, my hands locked above my head and my thigh cuffs adjusted to just above my knees and chained to the corners of the headboard. He’s nibbling on my breasts, the bustier still wrapped around me, nipping his way down to my pussy. I’m moaning, asking please eat me, please lick me, please taste me, but with the gag in my mouth it all sounds the same. His eyes light up in fascination as He watches me watching him, and when I blink, go to turn aways he tells me ‘oh, no, look at me. Look at me while I touch you. Look at me, while I lick you. Yes I know you’re getting ever closer but if you’ve won’t look in my eyes, I’ll stop and then you won’t get to come…that’s it baby girl, thats it… ‘And my breathing gets ragged as our eyes met, his hands on my body, his mouth teasing my clit and I dare not look away because he is indeed going…going… to … going to…make me oh god yes, going to make me … and hes nodding his head at me, all smiles, watching me because yes, he is going to Make. Me. COME… and I do, hard, screaming, moaning, panting, crashing over the wave inside me. God the man loves to make me come.

A Compliment

"Never met a girl like you before."
...I like the sentiment; I often wonder just what it is that prompted it.

The first discovery

I can’t recall the words exactly. It got hazy, always does a little when I’m coming. I don’t really black out…at least I don’t think so. I just know that somewhere right after the explosion, I lose myself for a bit. I’m not even sure how long or where it is my mind goes. Just that things aren’t real clear. Add to that the fact my body will go right back up, triggering another climax and it becomes clearer why I can’t recall the actual words.

It started slow and we spent what seemed like days just kissing. I can’t recall ever being more nervous as his hands hit my skin. It was hot and he was taking his time as his touch stoked the fire. Patiently he unveiled my body, stroking with his hands and tasting with his mouth. My panties were wet with anticipation when we started; by the time they came off they stuck to my skin with my juices. The onslaught on my senses was intense, our eyes inches from each other as he manipulated my body.

He worked me into a frenzy, wet, ridiculously wet, all over his hand. My breathing turned ragged, pushing the adrenaline surge inside ever higher. Played my body like a fiddle, he did and then hit the high note… I came hard for him that first time. He was entranced, watching me, and I blushed, I do recall that. It’d been a long time since I had shared that with someone. His mouth was on mine and I felt a light touch against my clit, pulling slightly away. I whimpered and pleaded; “Don’t stop, feels good, please don’t stop…” (at least that’s what I think I said)

His eyes widened as he whispered in my ear… Something along the lines of “Oh god girl, Let me guess, You’re multiple” I wish I could recall the exact words but its hazy. I will never forget his face, he was so amazed. I got self conscious and nodded; My grad school education left me and all I could utter was “uh-huh.” That’s when it really started getting hot – and from there it was just one discovery after another; to this day there are still surprises.

Dinner is served

On your knees. Worship my pussy. Lick me. Make me come.
Its all I’m feeding you tonight, so eat up & enjoy.

Wearing her ring

Click. Its done. Locked, weighted, controlled. No key enclosed. He lets go of the solid steel circle, and feels the pull down away from his body. snug enough its not sliding off, loose enough it can be worn for days, his balls are no longer his to play with. They always ride high and tight; she is just as determined to pull them away, stretch him some so that she can play with them in any fashion she likes.

He’s had them wrapped in steel before – a day he’s not ever to forget, she had him in every sense of the word – teased, trapped, tied, & sexually tortured til he though he’d explode with wanting. He knows essentially his nuts will be fine – although the slight ache will seem much heavier as the day goes on, let alone tomorrow if she doesn’t show this evening.

Every motion of his body magnified as he dresses, His mind is far away, recalling the first time he wore this ball collar. -When she fastened a leash to the steel, led him around the house and ultimately locked him to the floor by his balls. His hands clipped to his collar, she rode his face till it was well slicked with her juices and then walked away, leaving him wanting.

The drive into work is not any more peaceful, thank goodness for the loose denims covering his body. He was still recalling how she had put him on his knees that same evening and chained his ankles to the same small clip at the base of the ball stretcher, unlocking him from the floor but making walking impossible and crawling difficult, flashes of pain as he traveled from room to room.

How he was to concentrate on work he had no idea, the stretcher pulling on his body, just like her squeezing him and tugging him down. She liked to play with him, even sucking his balls into her mouth at times. When they’d stretched out a little, she would not only suck on them but almost roll them in her hot mouth with her tongue. That would be well worth the ache wrapped around his body now.

He can only hope her reward tonight will be equal to the last time he gave her possession of his balls. He had a whole day to get through; Being mindful of the clunk of steel as he sat down, the constant thoughts of his nuts wrapped with steel were vying for attention along with the many demands of work. Knowing with every move he was hers until the lock was opened on the shiny steel collar between his legs.

It was turning out to be a very long day.

Flashbacks

Coming on his hand; his mouth on my clit; fascination as his whole hand disappears inside me; consuming his cock with my cunt; riding his face; my tits wrapped around his hardness, the head of his cock dipping in my mouth; the amazing feel of my body exploding as he twitches and explodes inside me; complete

Just Plain Bragging

I’ve been throbbing for days. Dripping, remembering, thinking about it all week. Today was the first day I came home and wasn’t soaked through. Panties a little damp – yes. but at least the steady dripping has stopped.

No it’s not a complaint. It just never happened before. Go ahead, do it again...

On arriving home

There she was. Not just there, waiting on his arrival, with a smile and asking how his day went. Once again she had a surprise of sorts for him. Beige Corset laced and tightened over naked skin. Sheer nylons held up by a flesh colored garterbelt. Tiny side-tied panties in the shade Victoria’s Secret called “nude” with a growing wet spot. A leather collar circling her neck, a bold black stripe attracting attention from the pale ensemble she wore. Small pale leather straps on her wrists clipped together and chained overhead to the bed. Ankles tied with satin scarves to the headboard posts Silenced with an O ring gag, and blindfolded as well, she was trapped. Willingly trapped, but captured just the same.

Tied open for him, waiting for him to come home and make his day oh so much better. As he threw down his keys, he noticed the remote to her vibrating chrome egg. It was set on low, on a hunch, he moved it up to medium. Her body shuddered in response. Oh yes, those teeny panties were holding that egg in place. Kicking off his shoes, he grabbed a beer from the fridge. He maneuvered to the bottom of the bed, watching the show. The damp spot became wet, then started to widen. His weight on the bed elicited a moan, and he got a decided reaction when he placed the ice cold bottle against her body.

She was all laid out, just waiting to be played with. He couldn’t resist the invitation, and caressed the back side of her legs, nibbled on her toes and the sensitive skin on her inner thighs. He took his time, suckling on her nipples, watching her body flush as she responded to him. He chuckled and pushed the vibe to high. Finishing the beer, he rummaged through his toy box and found the nipple clamps. She was moaning almost constantly at this point. The vibe was good, her panties turning sheer as they got ever wetter, but without any pressure on her clit or nipples she wasn’t coming. He rolled, and twisted, and then pulled on the nipples, clamping them tightly & quickly. Her breathing changed as she attempted to ride the pain out.

He could tell she was getting closer, just needed a little help. However he choose to untie the llittle panties and let the vibe slide out of her. She wasn’t happy with that decision. He drew off his belt, folded it over and lightly hit her inner thighs to focus her thoughts elsewhere. He reddened her skin, and then snapped the end of the belt right onto her clit. Instantly she wriggled, trying to lift her clit for more. He obliged, hitting her twice more in that sweet spot, and then she was coming. As she started to still, he flicked the clamps and then removed them, bringing a whole new sensation on top of the waves of pleasure she was experiencing, and she exploded again.

He dove between her legs, licking the drippings from her, and then playing with her clit, sucking on it and twirling it with his tongue. He knew her could push her harder, and did. Mouth on her cunt and fingers pulling on her tits, her kept the sensations going as he felt her body try to buck beneath him. Rising, pushing off the jeans, he left her wanting for a moment. No tugging, no flicking, suddenly the absence of the senstation brings her to a whimper.

And then his weight shifted on the bed again. Just a slight pressure, rubbing the head of his cock against her pussy. In one fell swoop he thrust into her, deep and hot, and held himself there as he loosened her gag. She stretched her jaw out a few times, but by the time she wanted to talk, his tongue was already down her throat and he was pumping in and out of her fiercely. Slapping against her hard, knowing he was smacking her clit everytime they collided.

She began to mutter a litany to him every time their mouths separated, begging him to fuck her harder, make her come, to fill her with his come, to take her and fill her, encouraging him to fuck harder, faster deeper. He did just as she suggested, and then hit bottom and held there, she felt the twitch of him inside her and her body exploded, knowing she was full of his sticky come and unable to do anything but take whatever he choose to give her.

Being Used

His voice, all throaty and rough in my ear. “Right now I’d just be using you to get off, and that’s not fair to you” The air, already hot & sweaty, suddenly carries an electrical charge between us.

- Maybe, just maybe, I get off sometimes just getting fucked - is what I’m thinking but not a word of it comes out of my mouth. I just tilt my head ever so slightly and my eyebrows go up as I reach for his face, my tongue darting into his mouth. We connect ever so tightly, a slight sucking sound as I pull my mouth off his and whisper “says who?”

Not sure who lunged first at the other, just know that the next round of tongue wrestling was well underway when it became obvious we had way too many clothes on. Quick frantic movements from both of us, popping the waistband buttons and unzipping the jeans as he murmers, “turn around, I want you from behind”

The jeans still half on, my foot almost gets caught up in the tiny string side of the damp semi-sheer red bikini panties as I turn and disrobe at the same time. His denims just barely down over his ass, he grabs my hips and pulls me up against his cock.

I’m ready for him, getting ever wetter just waiting for him to be inside me. Thinking about how that connection, that hot pressure inside my pussy just thrills me every time. The first time, the next time, the 100th time, the last time. Doesn’t matter because I just crave his cock inside my body.

He pushes against me, and I guide his cock to the exact spot, lining his thrusting up with the sweet spot inside. My half dressed situation is ignored as I concentrate on the sensations flowing through me while flicking my clit back and forth. His breathing hot and heavy into my ear, telling me “this is going to be fast, oh god, so wet, so tight”

“yes… yes please…oh god yes” is about all I can manage to spit out because I’m playing with myself, the wave starts small but I can feel it start to flow inside me. His hands on my hips, pushing and pulling me however he wants, using my body for his own sweet release.

A groan in my ear and he slams our bodies together hard, spraying hot come inside me. I pinch and twist my clit and trigger my body to respond as well. I want to scream, I can feel it surge, like an electrical current right through me, and then I’m coming around his cock.

I don’t know how long it was, a moment, a minute, fifteen minutes? I just know when I became coherent I realized only my one leg was bare. Our clothes, instead of being thrown about the room, were still hanging on our bodies. It was fast, it was furious, it was another great fuck.

Its months later and I’m still not sure who was using who that night.

Taking him over

He gave over to me so quickly. The man everyone knew who took care of things, did it all, the one who down to the last detail anticipated everyone’s needs, just disappeared. The feel of his body against me as he kissed me, once, twice, three times, one kiss running into another. A whisper in my ear, ..use me… as he pulled me down on top of him, letting go. Slight disbelief on my face as he willingly put his hands over his head and crossed them, telling me to take him… another kiss, my blood boils and my mind surges with ideas, just how I want him, need him, and tonight, will have him.

Patience has never been my strong suit and it shows as I pull his shirt buttons free from the buttonholes, nibbling on the skin I reveal underneath. He’s looking a little off-balance as my mouth wanders across his body, but I’m reluctant to slow down, I have no intention of letting him change his mind. Once I have him stripped to his waist, I reach for our cuffs, buckling them on his wrists, snapping the two together over his head and clipping them to the bed. My hands get slightly more aggressive touching him, he’s a touch ticklish and takes a couple of deep breaths as my hands run over his sides. My mouth runs along his waist as I slowly unbuckle his belt, nibbling as I go, pushing his denims down off his hips. He willingly helps me by raising up his bottom, letting me pull them off his body leaving him naked. Ankle cuffs come out next, one for each ankle clipped to the corner of the bed. All I can think of as my eyes roam his body is that this time the only thing he’s going to be able to take care of now is me.

My hands running against his hard body, fluttering over his nipples, caressing the crease along his hips. I blow hot air against his cock and get a groan in reply. I wrap my mouth around his cock knowing it makes him wild, the feel of him deep in my mouth, my throat sucking him in. When I pull back off of his cock, he’s looking content. He thinks this is going to be a sweet soft adventure, but I’ve got other ideas. The head of his cock held still in my mouth, I fasten a harness to him. It’s a simple device, pulling his balls slightly away from his body, with leather cock straps behind and in front. It’s a rather nicely wrapped package all done, but I retighten the straps, much tighter than really needed, just so I know he’s all secure. I pull out a teeny padlock, and seeing it he knows his collar is next. Having him collared beneath me is something I crave everyday but can’t often indulge. The click of the lock on the collar triggers a wave of wet under my skirt as well as a twitch of his cock.

With him set where I want him, I can pull off the starched oxford I’m wearing revealing my nipples peeping out of my strapless ‘push me up’ bra. While the sheer nylons & garter belt stay on, the skirt and teeny scrap of lace I call my panties come off. Straddling his waist, I push my slit up against his cock head as I sit, soaking his balls with my wetness. He gets a good view of my cleavage when I lean over him, flicking my tongue against his hard nipples. I pull on them a little, watching his eyes widen as I suck on them and then tug the little nubs with my teeth. His hard knob is rubbing against me, and I slide back and forth on it, the friction teasing me as much as him, I can feel myself opening up a little more each time, getting slicker as I go. The subtle rocking of his hips feels good, but that will have to wait,

I slide up his body, bringing my pussy up almost against his chin and then readjust to sit on his face. His tongue is reaching for me before I’ve settled, licking up one side and down the other. Lowering myself further, I let my weight shift off my legs and onto his face. The pressure and angle gives me the control on where his tongue can reach. He’s a little restless beneath me so I lift myself up just an inch or so, let him get a breath or two of air.. He’s found that sweet spot on my clit with his tongue and I let my body drop back down against his mouth and he goes from flicking it to sucking on it and back again. He’s getting me going, I can feel myself getting wetter as I begin to hump his face. The man has a talented tongue, I shift and tell him to tongue fuck me, feel him darting between my legs, I’m wet and I want so much more.

Moving back down I sit on top of his hard restrained cock. I love it when he fills me, I’m rocking my hips against him enjoying the ride. Waves are building inside me and his eyes are wide, seeing that I’m wrapped around his cock, but only getting part of the sensation due to tightness of his harness. I play with my nipples, pulling them out of my pushup bra, twisting them a little, rubbing back and forth against the hard peaks. I feed one then the other to him telling him to suck them hard, and he does. His are tight little nubs as I start playing with, tweaking them. From behind me out of his sight I grab the nipple clamps, pull the nubs hard and snap the clamps on one then the other. I tug the chain between them as I’m riding his cock, getting that slight gasp from him. He loves the pain and hates it at the same time.
I’m getting ever closer to coming, can feel it building, my hips are going ever faster. His attempts to match my rhythm with his hips is met with resistance, there’s not enough slack in the chains on the cuffs, his legs are pulled almost as tight as the straps around his cock. Knowing he wants more adds to my excitement, I can see it on his face which is still wet with my juices. And then the wave inside overtakes me, I explode against him, slamming my body onto his.

Falling forward against him I hear a low moan as his nipple clamps get pushed and tweaked beneath me as I lay against his chest. A smile travels across my face when I realize what’s causing his reaction. I don’t help relieve the pain when I slide further forward, invading his mouth with my tongue kissing his as my hands find the chain and tug some more agains his poor nubs. I rise and am almost off the bed before I release his nipple chain, his body arching to avoid the pain, as he’s muttering please, please… I’m not really sure if he’s begging me to please stop or please keep going.

Request

Touch me.
Hands all over
Warm me up,
Heat me up,
Taste me
Lick me
Suck my nipples
Nip at my neck
Tease me
Make me wet
Caress me
Fill me.