Nails by vagrantx

Literotic asexstories – Nails by vagrantx

All characters are over the age of 18

I got this image in my head the other day, of a tied woman and her lover engaged in some really cute aftercare and I just had to get it into words. This is a short one, please enjoy!

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Now

Emily had me bound over an exercise plinth, one of those stackable pyramid things available in every high school gym across the globe. Belly down on the cushions, she’d strapped my wrists, knees and ankles to eyelets drilled into the wooden horse, my thighs bent at a steep angle pushing my butt out over the edge. A simple doggystyle tie restricting me yet leaving me vulnerable, but not uncomfortable, in the spacious basement of our home, or The Dungeon as we’d come to call it. She’d left me to my wallow on my own a while ago, and my mind was wandering. “I really hope she doesn’t want to paddle me again tonight, I just need to get my brains fucked out. Thoroughly fucked. Hard.” I thought to myself, and whispered a small prayer to the divine Queen who ruled my subconscious. A warm and ageless being who greeted me with strong, loving arms whenever Em’ pushed me into the land of dreams with her tools, expertly milking the endorphins from my brain. Sub-space, as I’d come to know it was called by lifestylers. “Please Goddess, please let me see you tonight.”

Then

I’d been working a whole slew of different part time jobs to help me get through college without crippling myself completely with debt, and that night I was at the diner taking orders and pouring coffee. It had been a pretty slow night so far, but there was some Big Band or another doing a show in town, so Bossman thought we’d have a rush in a few hours. His hopes were flushed down the drain as midnight came and went, and only a single pack of people deigned to stop by for some refreshments after a long night of jumping and screaming. They were punks. I mean like, literally punks. Ripped jeans and wallet chains and piercings and mohawks and leather jackets and they were loud and they were varied and they were surprisingly polite. There was a girl among them, with a purple spiked mohawk and a huge ring in her septum, big enough that her tongue was darting out to poke and pull at it from time to time. She had her legs up on the table and her untied Doc Marten clad feet were dangling off the side, she was amped up and she was singing and she was laughing.

And she was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen.

Now

A telltale clack, clack from behind me, the familiar sound of my lover’s stilettos as she dug her heels into the cold stone floor. “Your Queen can’t hear you, pet, not yet.” I gasped as the silence shattered. She fired off that pet like a bullet from a gun, there was weight and depth and meaning behind it. It pierced my chest and pushed all of the right buttons. “Aah! How long have you been back, Mistress?!” She didn’t answer, but the thought struck me that maybe she’d never left to begin with, she could have been standing there this whole time. Em’ loved watching me, and I loved letting her watch. A pleasant tingle between my legs.Clack, clack and in my mind’s eye I pictured the dancing shadows which those tight knee-high boots cast down on the tiles, as they were licked by amber light from the open flames of candles placed all around the room. Clack, clack, wsshh. She was dragging something across the floor.

Then

I finished college with, in my mind, exceptional grades, and wanted to continue my studies at university. Problem with that plan was that there wasn’t a single one around for miles and miles and miles, but this was something I’d worked my ass off for years and no matter how much it hurt, I would have to drop everything else and move away and carry on. If I got accepted, that is. The letter was staring menacingly up at me from my kitchen table, “Hi there!” it seemed to say, “I’m a little piece of paper that will either elate or destroy you. Possibly both. Probably both. Don’t you want to take a peek?” I really really did not want to take a peek. I had never wanted something so little in my entire life.

“Come on, baby, you need to open it. Whatever happens next, happens. We’ll deal with it.” Emily was standing behind me with her arms wrapped around my neck, resting her chin in the little cleft between her arm and my head. “Please baby, I can’t take this tension, just open it or I’ll do it for you.” She kissed my earlobe and hugged me tighter. “Emily, this… Even if I do get accepted, what’ll happen next? Uni’s a six hour drive from here… I can’t do this. I want it so bad, but I can’t, my hands aren’t moving.” She let go of me and slumped down on a chair on the other side of the table from me.

“Then let me. Let me make that decision for you, baby. I’ll open it.”

Now

“What’s it going to be, pet?” Her deep, melodic voice was right behind my head now, notes spilling heavily from her mouth like honey and wine and lust. “Pain, or pleasure?” My heart was racing. “Please, Mistress, please don’t make me choose.” I hated choosing, a fact she knew well. “Awe, is my pet having a bit of trouble making up its mind? Here, let your Mistress help you.”

Clack, clack, wsshh as she swung her wide, leather clad hips into my peripheral, and a wonderful shiver shot through my spine from her acrylic nails dragging along my back, over the back of my neck, then up through my scalp. I loved her nails, but Em’ always had me keep my own cut and filed.

Clack, clack, wsshh as she stepped in front of me, my field of vision filled by the black skirt hugging her shapely butt. I loved that butt. I could die a happy woman, suffocating beneath that butt. I had before.

Clack, clack, wsshh as she stepped away and made a half-spin on one reinforced metal heel. I whimpered as she allowed my eyes to wander up across her corseted waist, and I gulped when I saw her naked breasts spilling over the cupless rim, and I yelped as she dragged the strands of her cat o’ nine tails whip through a closed fist. This woman made me so fucking wet.

Then

I’d been lucky enough to score a dorm room at uni, so my living situation was handled fairly cheaply. I spent my nights studying, my weekends working, and my days in class. I didn’t have much space, I had absolutely zero free time, and Emily had stayed behind. Her family was there, her job was there, her life was there. But I wasn’t. It had been awful, absolutely awful, to move away and then not have any time to go visit. Sure, we spoke on the phone a lot at first, but as the first year went by the calls grew fewer and further between, we’d started slipping apart, and maybe that was okay. Maybe that pain was just something that you had to go through in life. It had hurt so much, but it was bittersweet since we hadn’t parted on bad terms at all, it was something that just happened and we had to accept it. Another year went by, and we hadn’t spoken in months, when my doorbell rang. “Hi baby.” I threw myself at her and almost struck her to the ground. No time had passed. No time had passed at all. She was there and everything else was background noise.

Now

“Pain?” Her voice harsh, as her hand released the strands of the devilish whip and wandered down over her bulging crotch, gripping the hem of her skirt and slowly pulling it up. It traveled towards her waist, the rasping sound of leather-on-nylon filling the otherwise dead silent room, as the fabrics of her skirt and stay-ups tried desperately to hold onto each other. “Or pleasure?” she whispered, letting a black rubber strapon dildo, held in place by studded leather bands around her waist, rise up out of hiding. Attached to the base of the strapon was a rubber tube, tucked into the leather bands, the tube coming to an end at a ball shaped hand pump. The things my Mistress could do with these two instruments, the pain and the pleasure… I couldn’t choose. I hated choice. “Please, Mistress, may I have both?” I finally managed to mewl out. Thankfully, Em’ seemed exceptionally pleased with my answer, the corners of her painted scarlet lips inching towards her eyes. “Yes you may, pet. Yes you may.” She walked over to our sound system and picked a playlist, heavy bass now reverberating around us; industrial metal was selected as tonight’s theme.

Then

I was recruited straight out of uni, and landed my dream job. I’d been on a lucky streak for years and it never seemed to end! Simply put, I was really loving life. Emily had a solid gig as a permanent roadie for the Big Stadium in town, and occasional sound- and light engineer when needed. She was happy with it, it didn’t pay much but she got to do what she loved. Thankfully my job earned us enough to eventually get a really nice apartment for ourselves, and we could move on from being the housemates of this odd older couple we never really spoke with. Would miss the house though, that was in the back of our heads as we packed up all our stuff in a grand total of three boxes, and hauled ass over to our new place. “We’re finally living together baby, just you and me!” Emily said when she was the first to giddily skip over the threshold. She did a little twirl in the tight little hallway and knocked a cute little lamp over. “Ah shit!” I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she bent down to pick it up. I loved her so much.

Now

“Sixteen!” I screamed through the music. “Seventeen!” My arms were flexed, pulling me down into the cushioning. “Eighteen! I was panting, as the mass of thin leather strands raked the sensitive skin of my lower back. “Nineteen!” My body trembled as I pushed the numbers out through clenched teeth. “Twenty!!” I howled out, as the tension left me, and then went into full-body-shakes when my system was flushed by that heavenly cocktail of endorphins and adrenaline. I felt Em’ drag the pads of her fingertips along my body, exploring the angry red welts rising up in criss-cross patterns. “Good girl.” My face contorted as her praise nestled its way into my soul, letting me know my ordeal was finally over and I was allowed to cry freely. Heavy sobs that started deep in my belly and pushed their way up my throat, as I cried in that way which only another masochist would recognize, a cry stemming from that overwhelming blend of relief and love and lingering agony. Em’ squatted down beside me and palmed the far side of my face, leaned in and slowly, so very very slowly, stuck out her tongue and licked my face, from my chin all the way up to the corner of my eye, savoring the salty wetness. “You’re delicious, pet.”