Kathryn Goes Shopping Ch. 02

Literotic asexstories – Kathryn Goes Shopping Ch. 02 by EddieTheBastard,EddieTheBastard
In which the day continues Kathryn and William having returned home with the results of her shopping trip.

— With thanks to my charming female character assistant who chooses to remain nameless.

Kathryn surfaces on her sofa under her throw and finds its wool slightly itchy on her nakedness as William places a heavily laden tray on the coffee table. She purrs, and smiles up at him as she recalls their homecoming, goes to move and finds that her hands are still bound, then realises that as her bra is no longer trapped above the cuffs, and the cuffs surround her wrists more tightly than before, he must have removed it and then re-bound her. “You didn’t have to tighten these or clip them back together once you’d removed my bra you know.” She says, reaching her bound wrists out towards him as he bends to kiss her, “You took the time to get yourself dressed properly I see”.

“It was too tempting not to,” He replies, “And you didn’t object.”

“Was I fully conscious or awake?” She asks archly.

“No, you weren’t.” He smiles and kisses her, still not moving to free her bound hands.

She realises that the now fully discharged egg is still inside her, “You could have removed the vibrator at least!”

“I thought it would wake you if I did, and besides, I wasn’t sure how you’d want to clean it.” He replies, in an overly innocent tone. “The red or the fizz with lunch?” he continues conversationally, “I got the champers from the refrigerated shelf but it could ideally use a bit more chilling.”

She still has her arms out to him expecting to be released, but he makes no move to free her.

Reluctantly Kathryn rolls onto her back uncovering herself to his gaze, flushes, always so conscious of her nudity, as he seems oblivious to his own whenever he is unclothed. He doesn’t look away; he never does, as pulls at the now dormant vibrator’s tail. It gives her a final wave of pleasurable sensations as it emerges. “Where shall I put this?” She asks holding the warm wet toy in front of her, and, as she appears to have no intention of cleaning it in her mouth he proffers a kitchen towel, which she takes and with some difficulty dries it and her hands before wrapping the vibrator in the cloth, she then raises herself somewhat awkwardly to a sitting position and, leaning forward, put it down beside the tray.

“Can you at least remove these and let me put something on before we eat?” She finally pleads.

He kneels by her, and his hands take their time enjoying her body. “Why? Are you cold?” His touch leaves her breasts and, bypassing her cuffed hands finds her Mons, the palm presses there while his fingers hover, millimetres above her labia.

Kathryn feels a temptation to rotate her hips and bring them into contact, “No, but…” She begins.

“If you let me make you cum again I will take them off.” He offers playfully, his fingers are already toying with her folds as he asks this and her body is responsive, the devilment in his eyes tells her she’s have no peace until she’s let him do so. He takes her silence for consent and lifts her cuffed wrists above her head, turns her and lays her full length along the sofa while he kneels beside it. He stretches her arms above her head, enforcing her sense of her vulnerability and powerlessness, he kisses her breasts and her lips as his fingers delight in her wetness. It’s not just that he knows how to please her, inside and out, it’s his confidence and her certainty of the eventual result. She feels at times as though the interaction is between him and her body while she is just there.

Her nipples become engorged as he stretches her out, it’s almost a switch he has found in her, when he holds or binds her body taut, her inner feminist tries to rise, but at this point the probing middle and fingers of his right hand insider her and thumb outside close around her pubic bone pressing the base of his thumb under her hood against her clitoris, it’s a way nobody had ever touched her until she met William, he applies tension slowly creating a sensation akin to a luxuriant yawn throughout her body and other thoughts fade with every ounce of force he uses. The internal political debate inside her is short and one sided as she feels something inside herself open like a flower.

His right hand prescribes the minutest of circles tantalising as it declares ownership over every nerve ending, he sucks her further left nipple into his mouth and she feels the tips of his teeth drag over its sensitive bud as he releases it, “How many times did you deliberately tease me today my sweet?” He asks, taking her buy surprise.

He resumes his oral ministrations, and when she does not answer his teeth nip her sharply eliciting an exclamation more of surprise than pain, “I didn’t hear your answer my sweet…”

“What do you mean?” She asks, knowing that it’s not a good strategy.

He quite deliberately bites her nipple again, then leans forward and bites her right, “How many times in the lingerie shop?” He asks before tenderly kissing it.

Kathryn smiles and blushes at the same time, “Did you notice?” All the while he holds her naked body stretched out and his clever fingers continue to expertly work her close to the edge again and again, she tries to remain silent, knowing how the sounds she cannot resist making delight him and encourage him to draw his teasing out, but numerous squeaks and groans escape her lips.

“Then there’s the matter of some appropriate reward for completing each of the tasks I gave you.” His lips return to her breasts and his fingers continue to tease and he senses her urgency as she the movement of her hips grows more desperate, his response, easing the pressure he is exerting draws an exasperated moan from Kathryn’s lips.

“Ah, ah.” William’s lips leave her, “We have also to discuss the two threats to kill me…” In the following kiss his teeth rake across her nipple, though not hard enough to cause any pain, “…and how good you were not taking the opportunity to,” Here he grins, “…relieve the pressure.” He leans up to kiss her mouth this time and she opens to him.

His hand becomes more insistent again, but just as he feels her muscles tense he breaks their embrace, “So do you want to eat handcuffed or cum before?”

Her response “Just let me CUM!” Earns Kathryn a light open handed slap to her vulva, which in itself almost sends her over the edge, “Ow, Bastard! Please!” Both the curse and the plea leave her mouth before she realises and the curse earns her Mons a second swat, this time the “OW!” Is louder and more heartfelt, and it is followed by a supplicant plea and not a curse.

Panting, and frantic she cries, “Please may I cum sir!” Far louder than she intends to and the thumb on her clitoris and fingers inside her clamp down and circle while his gaze bores into her eyes. In moments she is writhing in his grasp, the way her arms still trapped stretched above her seems to draw the waves of pleasure out through her body, they roll through and over her crashing from her pelvis through her stomach to her breasts and onward. Once again time stops for Kathryn as the hands controlling her body keep her convulsions going and she half hears her own voice bouncing back at her from the walls. After a timeless time he senses her tiring and relents in his onslaught, releases her and then wraps her in his arms.

As reality returns his lips tenderly brush hers, he presents his still fingers, still laden with her scent to her mouth which opens and she sucks them reflexively, when he withdraws them he kisses her once more and his nimble fingers unlink her cuffs, though he doesn’t remove them from her wrists, his touch traces around where they circle her slender limbs. “Now, food!”

Kathryn is surprised at the sudden rush of realisation as her hunger hits her, and she is now grateful for his rather more extensive food shopping efforts, just having a sandwich would neither suit the scale of her hunger, nor the intimacy of the moment. She sees that William has not only laid out the items he’d picked up but also raided her own larder, finding the balsamic vinegar among other delicacies.

She fails to persuade him to allow her to dress or in any way cover her nakedness before her need to eat and the aromas of cheeses, cured meats, smoked salmon and crusty bread overwhelm her shyness. The taste of a Somerset Brie with onion marmalade and English green salad, in particular, explodes in her mouth as hunger and a well-loved feeling heighten her sense of taste.

The cool Fleurie’s fruitiness feeds her hunger too, though it also awakens her thirst and she is grateful for the chilled sparkling water, as she sates her hunger and slakes her thirst she is almost completely distracted from her nakedness, but his touch reminder her again, keeping her aware of her situation and maintaining her arousal. A cycle develops, his touch excites her, her embarrassment builds,

He goes to the kitchen and on returning with slices of warm pork pie finds that she has wrapped the throw around herself, “Did I ask you to get cover yourself?”

“No, but..” He patiently removes it despite her protest, his hands cup her breasts, working her soft flesh and hardening nipples with their familiar skill.

As so often she finds her body pausing under his touch, her shoulders lowered and squared, offering her breasts up to his touch, as he teases her sensitive flesh he fixes her with his hazel eyes and a glint there. His hands release her but his eyes still hold her in place, and the glint in his eye is joined by an upward quirk at the corner of his mouth, he holds a small, silver clip up in front of her, “To remind you.” He says, his fingertips pinch her left nipple lightly and gently pull she feels something slide around her nipple and she looks down to see to small tweezers like clip sliding around the base of her nipple, surprised she looks up at him again. “I bought you these as a treat.” Is all he says by way of explanation.

His hands release her breast but the clip stays and with it a pleasant gentle pinching sensation, he moves his attention to her right breast and he repeats the process, when he is finished he leans forward and kisses her mouth, leaning her back on the sofa and, as he does so pressing his weight onto her, the solidity of his chest against her clipped nipples sends jolts of pleasure through her and she feels a tightening inside. Her legs separate willingly as his hand moves between her thighs; he finds her ready and slips two fingers insider her eager body before breaking the kiss.

“And if you cover yourself again…” His free hand pinches one clip, slowly increasing the force he applies, the pressure rises and at first so does her pleasure, but then, for a brief instant before he lets go to a distinct stab of pain, “…I can tighten these.” The unexpected after-effect of the pain is a warm wash of joyous heat spreading through her breast and beyond, she feels herself clutching against the fingers insider her as the wave spreads, he leans forward again and once more finds her mouth welcoming, her body once again giving out clear signals that she is not certain she wishes it to, but it feels so good.

She feels empty when he removes his hand and presents his wet fingers to her mouth, and she looks down as her lips accept their intrusion and her tongue laps her taste from them, she feels them pull from her mouth also and again a flickering of loss passes before his lips brush her own.

“Now, eat, while it’s still warm.” The warmed pie is excellent and leaves Kathryn’s hunger, at least for food sated, she sits watching William finish a last morsel, “Do you want a break before dessert?” He asks finally.

She most certainly does, they clear the remnants together and she catches her reflection in the mirror, her decorated breasts look so exotic, normally she dislikes looking at her own body, but this glimpsed image with bright clips hanging several centimetres from each nipple turning her mere nakedness into an erotic display catches in her mind, her nipples seem more delicate and to stand out prouder atop her breasts.

Though nothing overlooks her kitchen Kathryn, but she still feels intensely self conscious, she never walks around the house naked, and the clips on her nipples and William’s presence greatly increase her awareness of her own nudity, the clamps whenever she moves and William whenever she senses him doing so.

Once they have loaded the plates and cutlery into the dishwasher, and the copious leftovers into the fridge he steps behind her, and, as his strong arms encircle her she leans back into him and closes her eyes, she allows him to move her legs apart as his hands claim her once again, allows him to touch her however and wherever he pleases, plays with her body and the clips, as he does so the image from the mirror rises in her memory, of herself as an exotic creature in the possession of this strong man. His fingers enter her yet again, her body granting its own permission moving to facilitate and welcome the intrusion, once again he doesn’t continue long enough to give her her release, and removes his hand. Kathryn finds her mouth opening reflexively to accept them its turn, but this time he places them in his own before turning her head and kissing her full on the lips.

“Now, if we aren’t having dessert yet…” He pulls on the nipple clips eliciting a yelp from Kathryn’s lips, a dare and a challenge in his eyes twinkling, the feeling is on the edge of pleasure and pain and growing in intensity as he pulls.

“Ow! No!”

“Is that a safe word?” He taunts without breaking eye contact.

Kathryn’s body is alight, “Why don’t I say the word?” She asks herself, “Pride? Lust? Masochism?” The mysterious link between her breasts and sex is flashing brightly. She stands her ground but stays silent as her nipples are stretched slowly out in front of her.

“Follow…” He pinches more tightly, “…or say it.” And as he continues to pull her feet begin to move towards him guided as much by her own rising desire as by his tormenting.

The silent part of her mind wonders at the compact he seems to have with her body and its desires as her arousal mounts and her voice does not protest. His reminder rolls around in her head as he leads her and with ginger steps and sparks of pleasure and pains coursing through her she follows him up the staircase, “I’m in control, I can stop this with a word, I’m being led like a slave or an animal around my own home, no, worse than that” she cannot imagine an animal or even a slave being led around by its nipples in so explicit a display of control and submission, aloud another, “Ow!”, as they pass the turn onto her landing at the top, but her insides clench in ecstasy at every motion and every thought, her feet move on and her internal monologue continues, “I’m choosing my humiliation at his hands and when he is not here I will lie awake and revel in the memory.”

A few ‘ouches’ and a few ‘oos’ later they arrive in her bedroom and she discovers that he must have laid out each of the new toys on her bed while she slept, well with the exception of the handcuffs that still encase her slender wrists, she sees with her eyes and feels with an internal clenching that the charging cable is attached to her new vibrator. There is also a new set of make-up brushes (so that’s what he was doing when it abandoned me in the adult store).

William stands her facing her bed, and finally releases his hold on the clips on her nipples, the tension disappears and she finds herself missing it, misses having her own breasts used as reins to guide her. He steps behind her giving her a clear view of the bed and reaches around her to caress her now tender orbs with both hands. She sees that the two lead ropes are tied around the stout legs at the foot of her bed. He slides her robe from her shoulders, leaving her nude save for the cuffs on her wrists and the clips on her nipples, the crop, whip, flogger and paddles lined up on her duvet seem far more threatening now that she is unclothed Kathryn realises, again her body’s responses are an odd mixture of nervous fear and wanton expectation though both are secondary to her desire to have him inside her. She feels his hardness behind her, holds her breath as she dares pressing herself into him and is rewarded with that telltale pulsing as his cock nestles between her buttocks the knowledge of his lust strangely reassuring for her when in his power, her lips open and she edges her feet apart as her body anticipates that hardness sliding into her.

William for his part is pleased with his efforts, the scene is as he has wished, and he is delighted by her obvious response to it, he feels her heart quicken at the sight of the restraints and instruments of discipline, her body surrenders itself unconsciously wantonly to him in her arousal. There are perfect moments she gives to him, her cries of pleasure and of pain, her joy at his taking of her, but perhaps most of all these moments in which she silently offers herself up to his tenderness and his cruelty. His hands on her breasts relish the softness of her globes, the stiffness of her clipped nipples and the pounding of her heart. Slowly, gently he loosens the clips and removes them; his ears enjoy her groan of pain as the blood rushes back in and their sensitivity soars and then her moans of pleasure as he lovingly caresses her tortured flesh.

His will for its part enjoys the centring as it overpowers his instinct to simply throw her onto the bed and take her as he and his cock wish to. “Sit, please.” His voice is more steady than he feels.

Kathryn turns and sits on the bed blushing as she becomes aware that when she moves again he will see proof of her wetness on the covers, she looks down so as not to meet his eyes, but she needn’t have concerned herself, as his first action is to guide her unresisting mouth towards his erection, her cuffed wrists join it in benediction as he allows her a slow languorous minute to enjoy. She cannot fathom why the act of sucking him eases the aching of the lust his body awakens inside her while stoking its head, but it does. She takes him inside her, holds, sucks, then pulls back far enough to allow her tongue to circle the head and playfully probe the opening of his foreskin; her efforts are rewarded by the tiniest slick hint of his salty sweet pre-cum. She releases his cock from the confines of her mouth and reverently draws his foreskin back then kisses the taut skin of his glans as she might her lovers tongue.

William allows her to continue she and he both need this, but he only allows her to do so for a time, he has other plans. Taking up the ankle cuffs he kneels and secures each of her legs then runs his hands up her calves and the insides of her thighs before laying her back and in his turn tasting her with his skilful mouth, she wonders that some previous partners have been unable to find her clitoris or her urethra, delights in his tongue’s exploration of both then curses that skill silently as he chooses not to grant her what she desperately needs so quickly.

His lips move to her Mons, and then her breasts, again he is patience itself, then to her own and he enters her slowly, he body clenches at him writhes against him. His thrusts are measured, his rhythm intoxicating but he does not drive into her with enough force or urgency to push either of them over the edge, Kathryn almost doesn’t care though, eagerly drinking her own taste from his mouth, the fullness of him insider her doing more to ease her urgency than that of him in her mouth. When, eventually he withdraws her body yearns towards him, and her emptiness cries out like a lost child, but she remains, ready and open to him, despite her emptiness her excitement rises still further.

“Please lie face down with your hips on the pillows in the middle of your bed.” It occurs to Kathryn how the excessive courtesy in William’s deep voice when giving her orders affects her, in her mind these are never requests, indeed it is as though the words by-pass her mind altogether as her body responds outwardly by complying and inwardly, oh God! How it responds inwardly! She turns and positions herself as instructed, her sensitised nipples send messages through her body as her breasts take the weight of her upper body while her bum is elevated and tilted offering herself to him lewdly, the sense of exposure rises sharply as he secures her ankles to the ropes at the corners of the bed, spreading her legs at a ninety degree angle and opening her vulva widely to his gaze. As she is positioned so her, displayed her body’s most intimate parts remember his hand caressing, entering, striking or wielding the instrument that strikes and the memory washes through her.

He undoes the clip that links her handcuffs and uses it to secure them once more around one of the bars at the head of her bed, “I’m helpless now, at His,” her mind capitalises he word as her insides fill with its warmth, “mercy, cruel though it may be.” She tests the strength of her bonds, more to ensure herself that she is indeed powerless than out of desire to escape them.

He caresses her raised, offered derriere with each of her newly acquired instruments of torment in turn starting with the soft flogger, a the sensuous suede strands of its falls delight her skin she says a silent word of thanks to Annette, her “co-conspirator” for her kindness, she marvels that she is almost eager to feel its kiss, she realises how her captive body is responding, flushes and then glows at the realisation that, with his skill at reading her responses. Next she feels a silky touch, then flat, straight edge, and decides it is the paddle, she remembers lying across William’s kneel with a shiver of trepidation just a few weeks ago, the way the pillows raise her hips prevents her from pressing herself into the bed, but her movement makes her response clear to him.

The table tennis bat in its turn offers two new sensations, the pimples are rough as he rubs them gently across her buttocks, while the smooth side is cold against the skin of her thighs, “He’s never used something quite like this on me”, her mind ponders reaches out to torments unknown and her rebellious body warms to her imagining.

Next come the soft suede falls of “Annette’s flogger”, and oh, my they are as soft as those of any in William’s treasure trove of a playroom, she imagines and remembers all at once sensations like being beaten with warm liquid chocolate and stung by tiny biting kisses, then wonders at her choice to name this “Annette’s flogger” he caresses her with them long and slowly delighting in the way she used the little movement he has allowed her to retain to follow them and open herself to them. He trails them tenderly along her folds and she feels them carry her own wetness from her proffered vulva to her offered bum and at this gentle touch it is the cheeks of her face that burn, “This is so wrong but so wonderful” her guilty mind tells her as it files the sensations and the fantasy of more for moments when she is alone.

Her reverie is brought to a sudden end when the tip of the riding crop slaps her hood and Mons lightly but loudly, she yelps in surprise and the rush of sensation has her panting, despite her response, her expectation and her fear the blow the only one that lands however again he proceeds to caress her, calves, the insides of her thighs and the outsides of her breasts, and yes her Mons again, the soft leather of the slapper and the smooth springiness of the shaft explore her vulnerable body in leisurely fashion.

Finally she feels the long thin, vicious looking dressage whip, again, as with the crop he does not merely caress her thighs and derriere he draws the tip of the wicked thing along the length of her wide open inner labia from its head over her hood and urethra and between her inner lips he runs it back and as it makes its way it rubs her hood clear of the infinitely sensitive pearl it protects. A wild thought breaks loose in her mind of him bringing this feared tool of pain that she has herself bought down onto her with all the force at his disposal. The thought has her writhing in agony and cumming with even greater force than ever, of those waves of pain and pleasure washing away the barriers between the fantasy of light that she has lived since becoming William’s lover and the fantasies of darkness of her best and worst dreams. This thought and the bizarre fact of his loving touch delivered with this cruel whip almost send her spiralling over the edge.

She hangs there even after she feels the whip’s touch end, and senses his weight next to her, his hands trace across her body with confident caresses, and she finds herself floating, adrift, helpless but somehow completed, she has so far not borne a single blow from any of the five implements or William’s hand, but her nerves are popping and frizzing, he isn’t touching her clitoris, breasts or even her Mons and yet the contact and her predicament have her utterly. The gentling ceases, and his places one brief kiss on her shoulder, and in the rest bite her consciousness tries to swim as close as it can to the surface in her bound state and then…WHACK, her body leaps in shock more than pain as the table tennis paddle crashes into her left buttock, she groans, gasps and WHACK it strikes her right, the sounds bounce back at her from the walls of her bedroom as her helpless body bounces on her bed.

She is now expecting and prepares herself for further blows, she can’t quite bring herself to think wanting, but he takes her by surprise, as he so often does, caressing her reddened skin eliciting sparks of pleasure he slides an arm around her hips, lifting her slightly and then lowers her again, , she feels something pressed between her and the pillows, hears and feels it buzz into life, her new wand? Her body and bonds hold it in place, she wonders, not for the first time, how he became so practiced as without his even checking she finds that pressing her hips downward brings the hood of her clitoris into contact with the wand’s head. He hasn’t turned it up high, and he has set it to a frustrating undulating pattern of vibration, enough, she fears from her experience of past torments to get her to and keep her on edge without giving her the slightest hope of release, she presses her hips as low as she can but no, she’s certain, he’s such a bastard, her silent voice taunts her once more now that she is once against powerless to do anything about it.

He caresses her thighs and buttocks, “Six to each cheek my sweet.” And she braces herself, Whack, a pause, Whack again, this time there is a little more pain and a little less shock, “That’s two now.” Again the caressing touch, and again afloat in her world of sensations she does not consider her safe-word, rather she pushes her Mons onto the wand and in so doing tilts her buttocks invitingly upwards and William not being a man to ignore such an invitation does not do so, Whack, Whack and this time she calls out, the blows have landed on the sensitive skin at the points where her thighs and buttocks meet. This time his caresses last longer and he slides his thumb into her, and his fingers around the head of the wand, pressing it more closely onto her and her body at first shakes in response and then her hips begin to rock reflexively, he allows her to continue, her breathing becomes more shallow and stops, and he takes the hand away.

Whack, Whack, this time back to the rounds of her buttocks, and though there is more pain than when he last struck here the sensation is still more one of shock and stimulation and when his touch returns she is closer than she had been, “That is four.” This time he uses his hand in more leisurely fashion, much to Kathryn’s frustration but her rising excitement still means that he is only able to refrain from making her cum for so long and so again he has to take his hand away.

A brief whimper escape her lips as he does so, and, when he caresses her fast warming bum with the paddle for the first time she makes to move away from it, though with the way she is bound there is no-where for her rosy cheeks to hide.

He lifts the paddle and once again Whack Whack, her gasps come swiftly and are almost as sharp as the sounds of the paddle striking her. Her bottom is now glowing brightly and his soothing caresses are almost uncomfortable as her body longs for the expected return of his hand to her entrance. Once more he edges her and once more she whimpers at the loss of his skilful touch a moment before her need is satisfied, though this time the whimper includes more fear, she is certain the final blows with genuinely hurt.

He makes her wait for them and as she does so she reflects on the fact that she is being beaten with a piece of equipment from an innocent game and that she herself bought it for just this purpose. Then with these thoughts distracting her and lessening her resistance WHACK WHACK and she really does cry out this time. She hears him place the paddle down with some relief, but rather more expectation. She knows his habits and his skill, to both her pleasure and her cost (though that cost has often, she recalls with a rush, given her much pleasure). His hand returns to her now sore buttocks but makes no move towards her pussy or the buzzing wand.

When he does not immediately move to satisfy her she first wiggles as enticingly as she is able, “Sir, please…” She begins to beg.

“I haven’t heard you thank me yet young lady.”

It’s a rare thing in their relationship, a demand, he does not make demands and does not allow them, but after each spanking or whipping he insists that she thank him. She has come to admit openly to herself that yes, this aspect of their relationship, crazy though it may seem is something she is indeed thankful for, its catharsis a benison, it’s sharp spice the defining edge that elevates their banquet above a mere good meal. Yes psychologically the act of thanking him was always hard on her.

She pauses while, all patience, he caresses, and in that pause and that patience she finds the simple words, “Thank-you Sir.”

Her words complete the moment, complete her submission and her body so willingly bound and perfectly rosied derriere so wantonly offered. She hears him undress, senses his weight on the bed and then the reassuring solidity of him, feels the residual soreness of her skin as his smooth hips meet her upthrust buttocks melts as he fills her emptiness, rises as his mass presses her down and in so doing forces the head of the wand tight against her, winces and then purrs as his hands find her breasts still hypersensitive from the effects of the clamps.

Their earlier exertions have eased his own urgency and he takes long, slow delight in her first orgasm, moving insider her with his accustomed irresistible force yet with no hint of frenzy, and after and between his strength and endurance allow her to revel in their closeness until she feels her own need rise once more and only then does he unleash his full power and take his own pleasure in full.