Intimatters

It’s that time again! Get ready to be tied up with the fourth erotica installment of On Loan by XXXBlackBook member moonmagiclady.

On Loan – Part IV
By moonmagiclady

Blindfolded, I had struggled from my knees to resume my position against the wall, wrists crossed over my head, leaning in, legs spread wide apart.  Even though my muscles were already tight and taunt, my Dom leans in and slaps me harshly on the inside of my thighs to make me spread my legs even further, until I teeter and almost lose my balance.

My thighs feel as if they are on fire, and I know without looking that the skin is flared red and hot to the touch now.  He shows no mercy though and continues to slap hard against my skin. This is a test, a way to begin to explore how much I can accept the pain and pleasure and what it takes me to lose control.

I begin to wiggle and breathe faster, fighting against the urge to close my legs.  In some ways being unbound is much harder than being bound, because you are under command to control yourself instead of having bonds to fight against.  It usually leads to punishment for me because try as I will I cannot stop fighting once the pain becomes intense.  He slaps my thighs once more on each side, and then I am granted relief for at least a moment.

My hair is pulled back harshly and my back arched even more.  I feel his teeth nipping sharply up the side of my neck, my favorite spot to be bit.  I moan almost soundlessly and can feel drops of my wetness rolling slowly down my thigh and onto my calf. His hand travels down over my hips, sliding smoothly over my curves, and between my legs.  A light brush over my swollen clitoris has my knees almost ready to buckle, but just as I begin to savor the thought, his hand moves further down and savagely pinches my thighs that are still on fire.

I make a shrill noise into the air, trying to gulp the sound back, but completely unable to do so.  His amused chuckle pushes his breath across the skin of my neck and I shiver uncontrollably, my nipples hardening into tight buds for his hands to torment over and over again.  He moves back from me and I worry for a moment what might be coming next.

The feel of icy cold chains being wrapped around my wrists and ankles answers my question and then the quiet sound of all four locks clicking causes more wetness to roll down my thigh.  A fishhook gag is slid into my mouth and I almost instantly begin to drool.  (I truly HATE gags, indignity just infuriates me, unfortunately, a good Dom usually realizes this and then uses the hell out of them!) The chains feel light, almost like jewelry, but I know without a doubt (because I know HIM) that they are completely secure on me.  I feel his fingertip slide up the path the droplet has taken and hear him suck the taste of my juices off of his fingers with a quiet sound of satisfaction.

I hear the rustle of the bag I have carried with me being opened and I shiver in anticipation of what might be coming next.  I feel a slick oil feel rubbed up along my tight asshole and I shiver again.  It’s so hard to obey and hold still not knowing what is going to be done to me.  My body continues to tremble all over as I feel what is obviously a set of cold metal anal beads pressed up against my ass, then pressed harder until the first one pulls me open enough to feel it slide in.

I whimper, causing a slightly more vicious shove with the next ball, but manage to remain silent for the remaining three to be slid up inside of me.  They are graded in circumference, and as the last one is pushed up in me, I wiggle my hips slightly to adjust to them.  I FEEL a smaller ball rolling inside of each of the beads, driving my body insane with conflicting sensations, and only years of practice prevents me from making noise as I fight off the orgasm threatening to overwhelm me with every moment.

I feel the wrist chains attached together and then looped over a convenient towel hook.   Then the rustle of the bag has all my attention again.  What other new toys could my Husband and Master have sent over for us to play with?  My question is answered as I feel a sharp pinch on the flesh on the side of my hip, and then the bite of clips holding the skin tight.

I wince and hope that I won’t be wearing them long when another one is placed close to the first one, then another and another.  With each clip, my skin feels both more painful, intense pinching sensation and increased tightness, making the following clip multiple times more painful.  To my horror, I hear the jangle of what are obviously several chains, to be applied to various areas of my anatomy.

With a cheerful evil chuckle, my Dom reminds me that it is in my best interests to be silent.  I try my hardest to obey as he continues to apply the clips to my body, the tears dripping down my cheeks easily surpassed by the wetness running down my legs.  Before he is finished clips decorate the curves of both my hips and spiral around my breasts to finish on each nipple.  I have managed to remain silent by panting deep and slow with my mouth forced open by the hooks, and focusing on the pain, savoring the sensations it was driving through my body instead of fighting it, but I am unsure how much longer I will be able to remain standing.

Should I try to break position or move my legs together I fear for the punishment I might receive. Finally, the last of the clips is placed upon me and he stands back and looks at me.  I can actually feel his satisfaction at my predicament riding the air.  I shift and the pinch of each clip is magnified and the small jiggle of the toy in my ass drives the sensations even further into my brain.

My wrists are unhooked from each other and I am ordered to crawl to the bed, blindfolded.  My temper flares for a moment from the double whammy of the difficulty of the command, especially clipped and stuffed as I am, as well as the way that I don’t want a single thing to stop – I want to see how far he will take this.  I carefully move to my knees and crawl in the direction of the bedroom, moving faster at the swipe of a belt across my ass.  I’m panting and I can feel the air moving over my skin as another swat chases me into and then onto (with very little grace or dignity) the bed.  The mattress gives slightly beneath my weight and I remain on my hands and knees waiting for the next command.

I hope desperately I am not going to be told to lie down on the clips, and practically hold my breath waiting to be told what to do.  Silence is all that greets me and I have a moment to focus on the sensations coursing over me.  The air drifting over my skin lifts every hair I have, the clips pain having faded into a throbbing tenderness that I know will change when they are removed, the full, stimulated feeling of the toy pushed deep into my ass, the feel of my juices dripping steadily down my thigh.   My tongue darts out of my held open mouth for a moment to lick a salty tear of my cheek, and then I thankfully savor the drops of water that are carefully dripped onto my waiting tongue.  Every sound, every taste, everything was intense, and oddly, able to be fully focused on.

With a bright clarity, I take a moment to at least think how grateful I am for a Dom that understood how a slut like me wants to be treated, and can do so.  Men in our day and age struggle so hard to be gentle men, good to the women around them, and that is an amazing wonderful thing that I adore.  But, that same tenderness makes them hold back sometimes, even if a woman craves the things I do, and the things they want to do, they just can’t bring themselves to do them. And that’s a wonderful thing in many ways.

However, some men though, some men are exceptions to the norm and can cross that line of fantasy with a willing partner.  They can walk that line of respecting every single thing about the female they are with while being able to torment and treat her the way she craves being treated.  Perhaps being able to walk such a fine line as that is the same thing that allows them to gift a slut like me with the line I ride between pain and pleasure.  My Master was one of these rare men, he gave me exactly what I needed. Now I knew my Dom would do the same thing.

As if waiting for this moment of satori (Google it, that’s what makes this Educational instead of Smut!) my Dom’s fingers slide inside my mouth and across my tongue.  I’m unable to do much, but I try to strain with my every muscle to show how badly I want to truly taste him, how I want his flavor in my mouth so badly.  I had behaved moderately well for a dirty slut, and as a reward my Dom’s fingers leave my mouth to be replaced by a nice, hard erect cock.

I am so hot and aroused at this point, I have lost all inhibitions (Don’t laugh, I have some… maybe) and his cock pushing directly into my throat to gag me only arouses me more.  Every movement, every pulse of my blood seems to be under his control at this point, and every point where a clip or toy touches or violates me is simply his touch pushing me higher.  He holds my head down on his cock, not releasing even when I begin to struggle, until he is ready to allow me up.  I glare at him through the blindfold, foolish enough for a moment to hope he can read my body language, until he does and I regret the impulse.

I am ordered back down and I feel slight tugs as all four sets of clips that decorate me are gathered up in his hands.  I tense against what I know is coming, but nothing happens as I continue to serve him with my mouth.  I get very intensely distracted by giving head, and this was increased a thousand-fold this time.  Lost in the taste of him in my mouth, I don’t register the words for a moment until I feel the pull of the chains for an instant too quick to even think.  The pain hits me all at once as all four sets of clips are pulled and his cock shoved deep into my throat as I scream around him.

I fight hard against the orgasm that begins to roll over me, but when his fingers fill up my one remaining hole, my sopping wet pussy, Convinced I can no longer hold back,  I cry a wordless plea into the air, and then feel my knees slip out from under me as I collapse onto the bed.  My pleas are denied and I use every bit of my self control to fight back the wave that threatens to overcome me.  He ignores my struggles for the petty slave problems they are and continues to use my mouth to please himself.  Rubbing his fingers firmly over the flaring pain spots all over my body from the clips, he tosses me onto my back and changes fingers to mouth.

Hot breath flaring over my skin causes me to whimper, but the soft lips and tongue caress so lovingly, contrast again as teeth scrape over sore spots then sink in to leave further marks.  Every time I begin to sink into either the pain or the pleasure, it changes, but never predictably enough to know when. I remain as commanded with my arms and legs apart, spread eagled but unbound.  I begin to lift my hips subtly up into the air, wanting nothing more than the feel of his cock within me when the blindfold is unexpectedly removed.

I blink into the evening light filling the room, sure for a second that this has gone on for days.  For a moment, sparkles fade at the edges of my vision and then I see clearly.  My Dom is over me, stroking himself while admiring the pet he has temporarily acquired.  I look up and then open my mouth in the hope that the cum which is spilling all over my skin will land in my mouth as well.  A stream drizzles over my tongue and I lap it in eagerly, my own arousal still barely held in check from spilling over me.

He throws his head back to savor his own orgasm and then moments later, looks down to meet my gaze.  A glint in his eyes, he leans down and takes a moment to wipe the sticky jism all over my skin.  I stretch a little and savor the give of the now drying cum.  I look up at him for a moment, but remain silent, as I haven’t been given permission to speak.  Smiling, he orders me to remain as I am until he returns.

I want so badly to rub my tight clit, or at least console my tender skin with soft touch, but I don’t move.  Submission means obedience, and I am sure the evening will become even more interesting from here.  Most likely there will be plenty of opportunities to disobey when I can’t help myself – I might as well obey as long as I can.  I am proved right as he returns to the room with the rest of the items from the bag and tells me to get ready to go out to dinner. I desperately crave the orgasm I’ve been forbidden, but I’ve not lost my pride enough yet to beg for it when not in the heat of the moment.

That would change…