Tales of Debauchery and Lust

15. Sweet Torture

I test the restraint attached to my ankle and smile inwardly. You always know how to ensure it’s tight enough to make me feel secure without causing pain. I don’t know how long I’ve been lying here waiting for you to come back. Time seems to stop when I’m tied to the bed, the phallic gag pressing against the back of my tongue making me struggle to swallow to avoid triggering my gag reflex, the blindfold heightening the feeling of the gentle breeze from the air conditioning unit across my skin. My wrists are bound above my head, pressing my arms to my ears, muffling my hearing, but still I twitch as I hear the soft click of the door. My body is poised, and somehow, I know the fun is about to begin.

Something cold drips on my belly and my whole body goes taut in anticipation. The bed dips slightly under your weight as you settle yourself next to me, careful not to touch. The cold liquid forms a small puddle that reaches maximum potential and I feel the cool trail run along my side, burning a tantalizing path across my skin and I shiver. The drips begin to move upwards, until those tortuously cold droplets land on my n*****s. The sudden shock makes the sensitive skin harden even more, pulling on the clamps you had fixed on me before you left. You rub the cube across one n****e, and then the other, lingering long enough for the metal clamps to soak up the cold. I moan as the cold liquid drips along the sides of my breasts, awakening every nerve ending on its way.

When you remove the ice, I almost whimper in disappointment until the first freezing droplet touches the feverish skin of my labia. I moan again around the gag and my hips move forward, begging for more. The cold drips tease, the droplets now collecting and running through my folds. I feel like I’m on fire, and the cold water is only making that fire burn hotter.

I feel your fingers as you gently press the ice cube to my clit and move it in small circles. Never holding it in one place for too long, it numbs and chills, but before it starts to hurt, you move it lower to my entrance, already wet with longing. The ice slips inside me slightly, making me gasp and gag slightly as I forget to swallow.

There’s a plop of water and I realize you’ve deposited the cube into a glass of water. I think about you drinking it later, the remnants of my juices on the cube flavoring the water for you and I shiver in delight. You chuckle, and I wonder if you can somehow read my thoughts. The idea makes me blush, even after all these years together, you can still make me feel like it’s new.

You tug gently on the chain connecting the n****e clamps together, causing me to gasp again. “Whatever you’re thinking about, I’m going to make it so much more,” you promise, your breath hot and sensual in my ear.

A finger traces lightly down my body from my neck, between my breasts, over my belly, and down between the slit of my lips. You linger there drawing tiny circles on my clit while my breath hitches and becomes ragged. The bed shifts as you get up, and I whimper at the loss of sensation. I wriggle, trying to find some friction, but it’s no use. The restraints hold my legs wide and at your mercy. I imagine you touching yourself as you look at me in this position, and it helps.

The muffled sound of a drawer opening pulls my attention. I hear you rummaging around until you find what you’re looking for and close it again with a snap. I force myself to swallow the saliva that’s gathered in my mouth, the gag once again bobbing in and out of my throat.

The mattress dips again as you settle between my legs. Before you even touch me, I feel my heart rate speed up at the thought of what you’re about to do to me. The ticklish feeling of leather straps dragging across my torso from my breasts to my thighs as you tease me with the flogger makes my body clench. I want to tell you to hurry, to put me out of my misery, but I know that would only make you want to delay even more, to stretch out this delicious torture.

Something cold and smooth is pressed against my weeping vaginal opening. My breath comes in shallow gasps now, every inhale making the clamps pinching my n*****s pull, shooting pleasurable pain through my core.

Without warning, I feel your hot tongue on my clit as the vibrator is pushed deep inside me and you turn it on while your tongue assaults my bundle of nerves. I unravel almost immediately, screaming against the gag. With your free hand, you tug the chain on the clamps a little harder and my whole body ignites. I pull against the restraints on my wrists and ankles, not trying to escape, but unable to control my body’s reaction to the overwhelming sensations you give me.

As I come down from my first orgasm of the evening, you gently remove the vibrator from me and lap up my juices with loud, almost obscene slurping noises. I squirm under you as your tongue enters me before continuing up my slit to my clit over and over again. I feel your weight shift as you sit back, running a gentle hand over my now swollen p***y lips, down my leg to the ankle restraint. The ripping of Velcro is brash as you release first one leg, then the other.

“Turn over,” it’s a command and I struggle to do as you tell me with my wrists still tied at the top of the bed. Your firm hand on my hip helps me, and you lift my hips to slide a wedge under me before once again attaching the ankle straps. Despite the n****e clamps pulling against the sheet, this is an oddly comfortable position.

Your finger rubs my clit before dipping inside me, switching back and forth until I’m a squirming pile of need again. The first stinging slap of the flogger on my ass cheek startles me and I gag a little, saliva escaping the side of my mouth as I forget how to swallow around the foreign object. Another smack, and another. Your fingers find my clit and excite the pain away. I feel the smooth coolness of the vibrator pushed into me again and try to back towards it, to make you push into me with more force. It only gets me another smack from the flogger and you refuse to turn the toy on.

“You need to be a good girl,” you remind me gently.

I whimper slightly, but settle down. I know I’m in good hands with you, I just need to be patient.

The flogger tickles down my back and over my now sensitive flesh of my ass that I’m sure is a bright pink. Once again, I think of being on display like this for you and I feel the familiar drip of moisture pool in my v****a. You can obviously see it, too, since you run your finger through the wetness, spreading it up to my ass before turning on the vibrator still buried deep inside me.

There’s a cool sensation as you squirt the gel lube on my ass, working it in with one finger while your other hand returns to teasing my clit. My body is beyond my control now as I wriggle and writhe against your hands. I can hear your breathing getting heavier behind me and it feels sublime knowing you’re as turned on as I am.

The hand that was playing with my ass pulls the vibrator from my p***y slowly, reinserting it a few times teasingly, before gently but firmly pushing it into my anus. It clears the tight ring with a slightly painful pop, but then the sensation of the hum in such a delicate area is all consuming and I moan my pleasure.

Something warm is pressed against my v****a, your hand now gripping my hip tightly while the other continues to work the vibrator in and out of my anus. I try to stay still, but my hips roll towards you, begging for more.

As you push into me, I feel myself stretch around you, taking it all in and groan in ecstasy. You pull out slightly before ramming into me, over and over until I’m screaming my release against the gag. I know if you weren’t plugging me up, I would be squirting all over you. Vaguely, I become aware that you’ve stilled deep inside me, your loud grunts assuring me that you, too, have reached your climax.

We stay like that, locked together in our intimate position for a few moments. Our breathing coming in shallow pants, my body twitching under you with the aftershocks of such a huge orgasm. I think I could probably see sounds right now if I didn’t have the blindfold on.

You turn the vibrator off and gently remove it. I wince a little as it’s pulled free, but you rub my sore backside with your thumb to sooth. I feel the bed shift as you get up, but I’m too tired and sated to protest now. Quickly, you’re back with a cloth and you gently wipe me clean before undoing the restraints on my ankles and taking the wedge away from under me. Moving to the head of the bed, you undo my wrists and take off my blindfold, gag, and the n****e clamps. I blink a little in the light, surprised to find the afternoon sun still shining in the window. You hand me a glass of water, and I look at it dubiously, before you pick up a second one next to the bed with a smile, the last remnants of the ice cube still floating in the clear liquid, and drink it greedily. I giggle before sipping my own water slowly before setting the glass back down on the bedside table.

I lay my head on your chest as your arms gather me close. “Are you ok?” you ask with a touch of worry in your voice.

I nod my head against you. “Wonderful,” I breathe out. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you whisper, your hands gently rubbing my back.

We’ll sleep for a little while before it’s time to figure out what to cook for dinner tonight.