Literotic asexstories – The Ring by june1965,june1965
Thank you for the ring. It is made of palladium, 5g of about 30€ each, completely anti-allergic. You had “Love hurts” engraved, which is your kind of humor. But we know- you don’t love me, I don’t love you.
I came to your place, exactly on time, the courtesy of a queen. You dragged me to the bedroom and stripped me out of my clothes. Within minutes, I was on my back on your bed and you were inside me. You used lube because it was so urgent to you. I must admit I was surprised- usually, you take much more time. As quick as your fever spread, as quick it burned down, it seemed- put out in semen. I had this warm feeling inside me I enjoy so much if given enough preparation, and you collapsed beside me.
But not for long. Still butt naked, you dragged me to your kitchen, taking cushions and blanket with you. Cushions and blanket were placed on the kitchen table, I was placed on the blanket and then you tied my arms and legs to the table. Again, I was under control of your your painfully perverse fantasy that is so much strange fun. Fantasy from a mind that controlled fingers running over my body, playing with my sperm dripping sex. Your evil grin gave away you had evil plans. You placed a ball gag in my mouth and pulled that hessian sack over my head to keep me guessing for some longer, bastard that you are.
Then, in darkness I felt your kisses, I heard you rummaging. A cold beer can was rolled over me, just taken from the fridge. It started at my tummy, rolling upwards, cooling my erect nipples. Rolling down to my shaven triangle where you proceed to touch my lips so gently with the cold rim of the can I could hardly bear it. But actually, it’s quite easy: I can do absolutely nothing about it.
The noise your lighter makes, the smell of fire- and the tiny hot drops from the candle you had lit. The first tiny, tiny drop between my tits, telling me what to expect. The anxious waiting, knowing there will be more drops, not knowing where. The next drop, larger, hotter, closer to my sensitive nipple, further drops getting closer and closer. I was relieved by the pain as the wax finally hit my nipple, and even more so as you soothed me with the cold beer can.
But then, you put this clothespin on my other nipple and it really hurt. It would hurt more once you remove it, but I did not know that yet. you had not dared to cause me so much pain, now I know what its like. You forced me to face my fears, and more fear was to come. You placed this thing inside me, felt like a big salami. I heard the sound the tiny pump made as you squeezed, felt it getting bigger and developed that insane fear I will be inflated without end, stretching me until I burst. But all my screams were muffled by the gag. That big dildo pressing me from the inside, your hand below my tummy from the outside. You know what you are doing, you were zapping my brain like that last time. Your fingers on my lips, on that tiny sensitive spot, circling cruelly, driving me wild, but not quite. Not yet. That clothespin on my lip, at least that is what it feels like as you pull my sex apart, to have more surface to touch. A humming sound as you switch on your new toy, touching me gently with it, removing it, playful and patient in eroding my senses. Finally, it is in place, on my clit. It hums, it vibrates, it sucks with unbearable, painful intensity that I cannot avoid because I am bound too tight. You just hold it there, waiting as the wave builds up inside me, you know the signs you must watch for as I tremble and jerk.
Finally I orgasm with a muffled groan, but my relief is disrupted as I feel this sharp pain, first the clothespin removed from my nipple. But worse, there is this awful click, a sting in my pussy lip like a hornet, much worse than my nipple. It is so awful I spasm, your ropes cutting in my flesh causing me even more pain. What did you do?
You remove the sack and I can see: You pierced me with a ring, my thick left labia now carries these 5 grams of palladium. You know why you waited until you removed the ball gag. It takes me a long time to get myself under control again.
We cuddled up on your couch, silent for what seemed ages, you were stroking my hair. Am I angry at you? If so, I would not have stayed, much less promised to return. I will come back, but it will take a week or two. I still can neither stand being touched close to my new ring- nor being not touched there by you. So wait, be patient, I will return, more needy than ever.
XOXOXO June
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