“Raise your arms above your head,” he ordered.
I complied while he continued to speak.
“Everything we do tonight is consensual Melanie. If at any time you want me to slow down what I’m doing, you will say the word ‘yellow’,” he said, as I felt a fuzzy cuff wrap around one of my wrists. He continued, “If what I’m doing is too intense and you want me to stop completely, you will say the word ‘red’,” he said, as I felt my other wrist being secured in another fuzzy cuff.
Oh God, I’ve read about this, these are safe words, what the hell is he going to do to me?
“Repeat what I’ve told you back to me Melanie so I know that you completely and fully understand,” his voice said out of the darkness, over my hyperventilation.
I took a deep breath, trying again unsuccessfully to calm down.
“If I want you to slow down, I need to say the word ‘yellow’, and if I want you to stop completely, I say the word ‘red’,” I said, in a voice barely above a whisper.
The darkness was terrifying, but somehow, also peaceful and liberating. I could feel myself begin to calm down somewhat as James’ smooth, even voice seemed to steady me.
“Good,” he said, his voice now below me as I felt him secure another fuzzy cuff around one of my ankles.
I shivered as I felt his hand slowly move up the calf of my leg, while he secured my other ankle into the last fuzzy cuff. I pulled against the restraints with my arms and legs and even though there was some play in the cable lines, it felt solid and unmovable.
In the darkness, I heard the click of a button on a remote control and then the whine of little motors as I felt the slack being taken out of the restraints, pulling me taught. Another click of the button and then the sound of the little motors whining released some of the tension as my limbs were given more play in the restraint.
In the dark, I heard his soft steps around me. My breathing was still heavier than normal, but I continued to try to calm myself down so I could rely on my hearing to have some sort of clue as to what he was doing.
“You have such a beautiful body Melanie, do you know that?” he said, as I continued to hear his gentle footsteps around me.
Oh God, he was inspecting me, like I was some sort of livestock animal. I felt his hands gently cup each of my breasts, causing my breath to quicken. Then, his hands sensually and gently began to roam and explore my body, touching my stomach, my thighs, and then back up to the molten hot center between my legs.
I gasped and groaned, feeling his finger lasciviously move over the lips of my vagina. Listening intently, I heard him move around behind me as he gently licked and kissed the nape of my neck while simultaneously inserting his fingers inside me. The dual onslaught of pleasure from his mouth and fingers caused me to tug hard against the restraints which continued to hold me tight.
Suddenly and unexpectedly, his fingers on his other hand closed tightly around my nipple and I felt a sharp pain radiate through my body. I pulled hard on the tight cable ties trying to get away from the disagreeable sensation, but I couldn’t. I was bound tight and there was very little give in the restraints. Thankfully, he released my nipple from his rough grasp and I let out a low moan.
I shivered as his hands sensually roamed up and down my stomach, causing my muscles to involuntarily twitch at his gentle, soothing touch.
“I love how your body reacts to me,” he said tenderly, his voice seeming to impossibly come from all around me.
I felt lost and delirious, relying only on my sense of hearing to pull in information from around me as to what he was doing, or might do next.
His hands continued to explore my torso and then moved, to my navel, and then back to my vagina. The cables held my legs open so wide and in such a wanton, slutty pose, that I was unable to close them when I felt his fingers brush over the soft lips of my sex.
“Do you know how wet you are Melanie?” he said, his voice coming from below me.
I felt him rub his fingers over my inner thigh collecting the secretions from my vagina. He made a loud, pronounced slurping sound as he licked my wetness off of his fingers.
“Do you have any idea how good you taste?” he said smoothly.
I could feel my face flush a bright ember as he taunted me with his sensuous words.
“I can understand now why Gianna loves spending hours between your legs.”
My face turned to deep, scarlet red as he used the very personal information I had previously told him to taunt and embarrass me.
His fingers rubbed against my other inner thigh collecting more of my sticky wetness.
Without warning, he plunged his wet fingers into my mouth and I had no choice but to taste myself from his fingers.
“Tell me what you taste like Melanie.”
I felt mortified at his words and remained silent. How could he possibly expect an answer to that question?
Without warning, he swung his open hand hard until it made contact with my ass, making a loud, cracking sound which echoed throughout the suite causing me to cry out in pain.
“It’s a simple question Melanie, tell me what your hot, wet pussy tastes like,” he said in a playful, teasing tone.
I pulled against the restraints and then relented, giving into him.
“I taste tangy and sweet,” I said, mortified.
I couldn’t have described it any better myself,” he said.
Concentrating, I heard his soft steps, walking around me as if stalking me. I was so hot and wet, I wanted his hands touching my vagina, giving me any type of release from this maddening torment. He must have somehow sensed what I wanted because he returned to my nipples, flicking them with his tongue and then taking them into his mouth, as he sucked, and then gently bit them, causing a low moan to escape my lips.
“Your nipples, they’re so hard Melanie,” he said, in a soft, sensual, carnal tone.
Listening intently, I heard him pick up something metallic from the table. I had no clue what it was until something clamped around my nipple causing me to gasp in a sharp, intense pain. Seconds later, that sensation was replaced by a throbbing, dull, numbness. I felt a chain go across my chest, between my breasts and then another clamp locked onto my other nipple. The pain wasn’t nearly as intense, I think because I knew it was coming, but it seemed to heighten every sensation I was feeling.
“Your big breasts look so good with nipple clamps on them Melanie. I can’t even begin to describe how sexy they look,” he said
“I wonder what would happen if I were to do this…”
I cried out as he pulled the chain holding the two clamps together which pulled at my tender nipples.
“I know you like a little pain don’t you?” he said playfully. “I remember how much you moaned when I spanked you, I could see the pleasure I was giving you, and how you gave yourself to me. You’ve always been that submissive little girl Melanie; you just needed someone strong enough to pull it out of you.”
Hearing his words, I pulled hard against the restraints, but they wouldn’t give. His voice and his words were breaking me down, and I could feel myself surrendering to him.
His footsteps moved away from me as he walked over to the table and picked something else up. I heard a hissing sound by my face and then the noise moved lower, around my breasts and torso. He was waving something around near me and I had no idea what it was until it made contact with my stomach causing me to cry out.
“It’s a leather flogger Melanie. I know you’ve never been spanked with anything other than a hand so I wanted to expand your horizons a bit.”
The small pieces of leather were produced a numbing, dull, aching sensation as opposed to the sharp, cracking pain of a hand. I gasped and winced as he moved the flogger upwards as the small pieces of leather made contact with my nipples within the clamps.
“You take pain so well Melanie, I’m so impressed with you,” he said, as he brought down the flogger on my vagina.
I cried out and tensed up as I felt the leather make contact with my sensitive lips and clit. Every nerve in my body seemed to be at its apex as I pulled hard against the restraints. The room seemed to spin and heat up when the flogger made contact with my stomach, my breasts, the inside of my thighs, and finally, my bottom as he spanked me over and over. I was sweating profusely, as much as I ever did while working out or running, as he rained down blows on my ass. I was getting close to how much pain I could take when the blows suddenly stopped.
I was gasping, panting hard, trying desperately to catch my breath. Again, I pulled hard at the restraints but they wouldn’t budge.
I could sense he was near me more than I could hear his footsteps as I felt his hand cup my vagina while a couple of his fingers slipped easily inside of me.
“You’re so wet Melanie, much more so than I’ve ever seen you. I think you like pain and being spanked more than you even know,” he said smoothly.
His words continued to break me down emotionally as much as the flogger broke me down physically. God, was he right? Did I like the pain as much as he said I did? It was a thought so foreign and terrifying that I had to quickly push it out of my mind.
I could tell that he was walking away from me. Then, a few moments later, I heard something electronic click on and a low, humming sound filled the room.
“You handled the pain so well honey, I want to give you a reward.”
Seconds later, I gasped as a very powerful vibrator made contact with my vulva. I had used toys before, but God, nothing even close to one as powerful as this one. My knees instantly went weak as James rubbed the powerful vibrating head against my lips and clit.
The currents of pleasure were so strong that I didn’t think my legs would be able to support me as they started to buckle and I was held up only by the cables attached to my arms.
My orgasm was approaching like a runaway train until he withdrew the head of the toy from my pussy. Instantly, the waves of pleasure stopped and I was left gasping and panting for breath.
“You seem to like that,” he said tauntingly.
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