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Paul took a step back and smiled, his eyes hooded with lust. He’d told me often that one of his favorite things to do was tie me up so I was totally helpless. “I was going to gag you, but I think I want to hear you whimper and moan for me tonight.” Paul ran his finger down my cheek. “Now the real fun can begin. I’ll be right back.”
Paul left the room and I strained to hear what he was doing, trying to get a clue of where he went. My mind was racing and my nerves were shot. I watched the ceiling fan above me spinning slowly around, trying to calm myself to the soft whir of its motor.
He soon returned with a small bag. Leaning over me, he pulled out a clothespin. I drew in a sharp breath and a small smile broke out across his lips. “Do you remember your safe word, Alex?”
I nodded. The fact that he reminded me of my safe word had me nervous. Other than the first night we had talked about it, my safe word has never mentioned again.What was he going to do to me?
“Tell me,” he said sternly.
“Red,” I managed to utter, my mouth suddenly dry.
“Yes, now don’t be afraid to use it, but remember, if you do, I’ll stop. So make sure you mean it. There’ll be no going back.” I nodded and Paul proceeded to place the first clothespin on my breast. I gritted my teeth as I felt the sharp pinch on my skin sensitive flesh. Paul bent down and kissed my lips tenderly, his hand caressing my cheek. “Just breathe with the pain, princess. I’m right here; it’ll be ok.”
I nodded and took a deep shaky breath. He placed more clothespins around my breast. With each pinch, I whimpered a little, my eyes filling with tears, but kept breathing deeply. He finally finished placing them around my breast, finishing with one on my nipple as I cried out softly. I squeezed my eyes shut tightly, trying to focus on his touch rather than pain.
Paul moved to the other side to do the same to my other breast. Before he started, he ran his hands all over my body, pausing to finger my throbbing clit. The combination of pleasure and pain was like nothing I had ever felt before and I mewled softly as my orgasm built deep inside me. I forgot all about the pain, just feeling the fire in my womb.
I growled in frustration when he stopped touching my sex, using his hands to place clothespins around my other breast. By the time he was done, I was panting, my body covered in a thin sheen of sweat.God, I hope he’s done with those things. I didn’t think I could take much more.
He stepped back to look at me. “Fuck, Alex, you look hot. I should take a picture so I can look at you like this whenever I want,” he said darkly, his voice filled with desire.
The thought of Paul taking a picture of me right now both horrified and turned me on. Before I could even think more about it, he slid his finger in my dripping wet slit. My breasts were throbbing now, and the delicious feel of his finger on my hot pussy was a welcomed distraction. I closed my eyes and moaned his name. He laughed softly as he removed his finger full of my sweet nectar and placed it in mouth. “No coming yet, but you can clean off my finger, princess.”
I accepted his finger willingly, sucking it into my mouth. The taste of his skin and my juices combined drove me crazy and I sucked harder, flicking my tongue over his finger as if to show him what I would do to his cock if it were in my mouth.
He withdrew it and a low whimper escaped my lips as Paul came up to kiss me again. I was breathing heavy as he looked down at her breasts full of clothespins. He tweaked one on her nipple with his thumb and finger and I cried out his name. The pain sent a jolt straight through me to my clit and I thought I might explode.
“Oh I’m not done with you, not even close. Think you can handle more?” I wasn’t sure if I really could, but I didn’t want to disappoint him. I nodded tepidly and he kissed my forehead. “That’s my girl.” My heart skipped a beat at his words.
He went back to his back and reached inside, pulling out a bottle of lube and a butt plug. We had explored anal play a little bit, but it had been with only a finger or two. The thought of him putting the plug in me had me just a bit apprehensive. Still, I trusted Paul completely and I felt the cold lube on me. He then inserted a finger, then two, stretching my tight hole in preparation..
“Are you ready, Alex?” He asked, positioning the plug at the entrance of my ass.
“Yes, Sir,” I replied as I lifted my head to look at him. He never dropped his eyes from mine as he slowly eased it inside me. It burned at first, my safe word on the tip of my tongue. As I relaxed, the feeling of being filled overwhelmed my senses. He pushed it in all the way, standing back up to reach back into his bag, pulling out a huge vibrator. I widened my eyes with surprise and I felt a trickle of my juices slide down my legs. I wanted to beg him to let me cum, to fuck me, but if I did before he was done, Paul wouldn’t give me any relief.
He slid the large vibe deep inside my pussy. I was so wet he didn’t need any lube. Paul held the remote from the vibrator and turned it on low. I spasmed on the table and he warned me, “Don’t come before I give you the ok.”
I cried out in frustration. My body was a ball of nerves now. I was bound on the table with the clothespins all over my breasts. I was filled in my ass and my pussy and I felt like I was on fire. I was so close to coming - just on the edge.
I suddenly felt stronger vibrations between my legs. Paul must’ve turned it up higher. I struggled not to come, my body shaking now as I fought my orgasm, my sweaty hair plastered to my head. I'd had enough; I was ready to beg.
“Please Sir, please may I come?” I was desperate now, my clit throbbing, my body on fire. Paul was standing between my legs at the foot of the table and I watched him turn up the vibrator as high as it would go.
“Come for me, girl,” he growled at me, his blue eyes locked with mine.
I stopped fighting my orgasm and screamed as I tumbled over the edge. Paul reached down and pulled the clothespin off of my nipples, and I screamed again as I felt the blood rush back into them. The mixture of pleasure and pain drew out my orgasm and I couldn’t stop moaning his name over and over again.
He climbed on the table with me, lying next to me and buried his hands in my hair, swallowing my cries with his kiss. The vibrator is still on inside my pulsing sex. “Come for me again, princess,” he muttered against my lips.
I was trembling beneath him, the tears streaming from the corners of my eyes. “I can’t...I’ll explode.”
“Girl, your Master wants you to come again.” He commanded.
He called himself my Master! The thought made my heart swell and I let out a deep, animal-like groan as my second orgasm crashed over me. He held my face in his strong hands as my body trembled, arching off the table as much as my restraints would allow, head thrown back. My juices gushed out of me as my pussy clenched the vibe inside me.
When I finally came down from my high, Paul turned off the vibrator and gently removed it and the plug from my shaking body. He pulled the other clothespins off of my breasts. My body was shaking now in the aftermath as the tears streamed down my cheeks. I had never experienced such pleasure or anything so intense in my life. My mind was jumbled as I tried to take it all in.
He untied me, rubbing my wrists and ankles and helped me sit up. “Are you ok?” he asked as he held a glass of water to my lips. “Take a drink.”
