Let’s Get Physical Pt. 05

Literotic asexstories – Let’s Get Physical Pt. 05 by pensivesub,pensivesub
(When we last we saw Simone, she was curled up in Annie’s bed alone, still wearing the puppy play paws on her hands and feet and the cage on her cocklet though no cuffs. Annie had suggested that Simone go to bed first as she had some preparation to do before the morning.)

I woke up in the middle of the night alone in the bed and pondered that it was curious. I went to the bathroom and sat down to pee, slipping the paws off my hands and feet. When I was done, I wandered to the living room and found a sight to delight. Annie was in a chair, more correctly, bound to the chair, in self bondage. She was ostensibly nude though with a number of accessories. Going from top down, she was blindfolded and she appeared to be wearing earbuds. Her jaw was stretched by a large ring gag and she was drooling down onto her chest. She had clothespins on her nipples which held a string which in turn held a sign which we will get to later. Her wrists were cuffed behind her in the cuffs that I had been wearing and as I circled the chair, I saw that they were clipped to the back of the chair. A short antenna was coming from her pussy and when I double checked, there was also one coming from her bottom. Her legs were tied spread open to the sides of the chair and her ankles were secured to the bottom of the legs of the chair with rope.

Annie was moaning, though I don’t think that she knew that I was there. I looked on the counter and I saw a number of items: a TENS unit featuring four channels and with each channel having two pairs of leads so that, in the end, she could have 16 pads on her with four different patterns. There was also a bag with several types of pads. There was the cane she had used on me and a bunch of nettle branches. There was her phone with a post it with the code to unlock it. When I unlocked it, I saw the app that drove the two vibrators buried inside of her set to randomly vibrate her. As I looked at her, I could see her shifting and rocking her hips.

I returned to gaze at her and I took in the note: “Simone, I offer myself to you as a gift to finish off our weekend. Feel free to use any of the items I left for you plus you may do any of the things we discussed this weekend. You know my limits–nothing permanent and there will be no putting your cocklet into my pussy. I hope that you had a good night’s sleep. I am listening to some trance videos that will give me hands free mini orgasms. The cuffs will unlock automatically at noon.” I glanced at the clock, 3:47 am. Almost 8 hours from now.

I smiled, with my cocklet swelling in the cage, it seemed like she still exerted some control. I pondered my next steps and first went to the kitchen to get a bowl of ice and also some candles and a lighter. I returned and she was swaying in a rhythm that made me think another of those frustrating mini orgasms was coming. I took the ice in one hand and a lit candle and waited until the rocking of her hips reached a frenzied pace. I think dripped cold water from the ice on one breast, still holding the note, and hot wax on the other.

It took a few seconds for the sensations to register and she sat bolt upright and shrieked as much as she could as the confusion set in. Later should would tell me that she didn’t think enough time had passed until the morning. She was, of course, right, though she had no idea what time it was or how long she would be at my mercy. I continued to drip drip the cold water and the wax on either breast, creeping closer to the nipple until I hit both at the same time, Annie arching her back in agonized ecstasy. I then switch sides, so where there was cold, now there was hot and vice versa. This had her shuddering quickly.

I set the ice down and fetched the phone. I stopped the trance audio, started a Shepherd tone in an endless downward spiral, and found a long pre-programmed pattern set for the vibrators called, “A Three Hour Tour.” I chuckled at the reference and hit play. I heard Annie whimper as the first strains of the pattern started, quite a bit lower than she had been experiencing. It was almost like waves lapping at the side of a boat. As I watched the preview of what was to come, I could see the storm was approaching.

Satisfied, I resumed my toying with her with the ice and wax, leaving her breasts and trailing down her belly, her knowing that the inevitable was coming. She grunted out in protest though it was pointless. Her newly waxed pussy was the perfect canvas for my ministrations. I could see her trying to close her legs though she had done too good of a job securing herself. First I dripped the icy water right onto her clit hood and labia while dripping the wax on the bare skin around her nether lips. I would give her a break every once in a while though also increased when I knew that the vibes were increasing.

While most of the candles were thin, one was a thick tower candle. I let a larger amount of hot wax build up in that candle while I used the ice directly on her clit hood and labia, eventually using the flexible antenna from the remote vibe to hold a large ice cube against her clit, having pulled the hood open. She shrieked again and I put my fingers in her mouth, got hold of her tongue, and took one of the clothespins from her nipple and put in on her tongue. This had the effect of shifting her protests to pitiful moaning and increasing the drool factor. Seeing how effective it was, I took the other and clipped it right onto her septum. Later she shared that, of all the things that I did, this one seemed to have the most bang for the buck, leaving her feeling used and degraded.

Watching the phone, watching the ice cube on her pussy melt, I wait for the perfect time. I added a second ice cube much to her protest and saw that the pattern was ramping up, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm. In her crazed journey of pleasure and pain, I think she knew what was coming–pun intended–and she did everything to avoid it, though she failed miserably. She might have been saying, “No, no, no!” for all I knew though No is not a safe word in my book. She was holding a squeaky toy in one hand as a non-verbal safe word, something that we had discussed.

She was shaking her head no as she tried to will the orgasm to not hit her though hit her it did and when she crested, the pussy and ass clenching on the vibrators, I poured the accumulated hot wax on her belly, just below her navel, and let it run down as it would over the bare skin, her shrieking making me all the harder in the cage. Topping someone has always been arousing for me and I love it more when I am commanded to do it. I enjoy knowing that someone is suffering at my hand of their own choosing.

As she regained her composure, I licked her lips, not dislodging the two clothespins, though teasing both with my tongue. I whispered in her ear, taking out the earbud, saying, “Thank you, I plan to use you in some lovely ways. I hope you know what your signed up for… cunt.” At that word, she shivered from her head down to her toes. I knew from our conversations that it was a word that both repulsed her and aroused her and brought a confusing set of contradictory feelings. I continued, “I wonder what it would be like to have you listen to that word over and over and over…. cunt… cunt… cunt… for hours. I bet you would be a quivering mass of sobbing arousal.” Each time that I said the word, it was as though I had slapped her hard, such did her body jerk.

I got a knife from the kitchen and I took off the blindfold, her eyes red and wet with tears. I toyed with the knife by her neck, tracing the point lightly in that little divot at the middle of your collarbones. I then went lower, flicking her nipples with the tip, surprising her though not drawing any blood. I then used the edge of the knife to peel away wax from her breasts, belly, and sex. “Hmmm, there is almost an impression of your… cunt… in this wax.” She started again at the word as I showed her how the wax had cooled on her clit hood and labia.

Satisfied with having cleaned the wax, I fetched the TENS unit. We had talked about how I had used it in self bondage and surprisingly it had never occurred to Annie to use it for kink since she thought of it as a tool for her work as a physical therapist. I put the four pads from the first channel on either side of her nipples, mindful of not having the current cross over her chest. I released her wrists from the chair, unlinked them, then relinked them in front of her. She struggled playfully though uselessly. I dragged her wrists up and over her head, clipping them to the ring on the back of the collar, leaving her even more exposed.

Thinking about my next moves, I decided to undo that bindings holding her to the chair, freeing her thighs and ankles, and I roughly pulled her up. She looked a bit ridiculous with the clothespins on her nose and tongue, poking out of the ring gag, and protested with I grabbed the one on her tongue with my teeth, tugging it and her tongue through the gag. “I bet you want that clothes pin off.” She nodded in the affirmative. A lightbulb went on for me and I checked the kitchen for chop sticks. Finding a shiny lacquered pair, I caught her tongue between them, behind the clothespin and in front of the ring gag, and secured the ends with two rubber bands. I then took off the clothespin and smiled, “See, it is off now!”

She hissed at me and I put it on her nipple again, sore from the wax and ice, and she yelped loudly. I also took the one off her septum and put in back on the other nipple, something that earned me a glare. Pulling her away from the chair, I found the spreader bar and secured her ankles about 3 feet apart then went to town with the rest of the pads, 6 more pairs, 12 more pads. I put a set in her shaved armpits, a set on her bottom on either side of her anus, as set on either side of her labia, one on her mons pubis and the other on the small of her back, a set ended up on the sole of both feet, and the last took me a while to figure where I wanted them to go. In the end, then ended up on her inner thighs.

I sat in a chair in front of her, idly toying with the TENS control and her phone, slowly ramping up the intensity of the pads while also letting the patterns be random. It was not long before she was twitching and jerking from the variety and intensity of the shocks, the ones on her nipples consistent and matching and all of the others random. I also turned up the intensity on the two vibrators, looking at her to see her reactions. “Next time…” I started, “I want to get a shock collar that is noise activated and see how quiet that you can keep.” She bit her tongue, committed to not being noisy though struggling at the same time.