BDSM Story – The Weekend – Chapter 2, by Sardonicus

BDSM Story – The Weekend – Chapter 2
by Sardonicus

The six days I had to wait before my next “date” with Maggie Whistler were a hazy eternity, interrupted only by a call from her at ten p.m., Tuesday.

“Bill?”

“Yes?”

“This is Maggie.” Her voice sounded husky, almost out of breath.

“Yes, Maggie. What’s on your mind?”

“You are, my love. I’m thinking of all the things I’m going to do to you on Saturday. You’re going to keep our date, aren’t you?”

“Of course I am. I’ve thought of little else since Sunday. I’ve missed seeing you around the office yesterday and today. You usually stop by several times a day.”

“I’ve had a lot on my mind. I’ve also had a little shopping to do. You may not like some of the things I’ve bought,” she giggled, softly. “I want to be very certain you know what you’re letting yourself in for by coming to see me this coming Saturday. Last Sunday was only a hint. I couldn’t really express myself with those other girls present. If you come to me on Saturday, I’ll be very cruel to you; probably a great deal crueler than you can imagine. I just want you to be sure.”

“I only know that what happened to me Sunday was very exciting. I don’t know why I responded to your tortures the way I did, but the fact is, I did, and I want to know more. I also know that I was hardly aware of the presence of the other girls most of the time. You fascinate me, Maggie. I really want to be with you.”

“Wonderful. Don’t come all the way in to the clearing though. Park your car where you did Sunday and wait for me there. I need you to help me carry a few things. Make it 11:00 a.m., sharp, OK?”

“I’ll be there. Any special dress code this time?”

She chuckled at that. “No. Whatever you are wearing will be gone before I start on you. You can count on that. Wear whatever you feel comfortable in. There’s one thing, though…”

“What’s that?” I asked.

“Have you had any sex since Sunday?”

“What?”

“You understood the question, answer it,” she said, sharply.

“Well…not really,” I replied.

“What does that mean?”

“I can’t believe I’m telling you this,” I said. I masturbated last night, before I went to bed.”

“Were you thinking of me?” she wanted to know.

“Yes, damn it. I was fantasizing about you and what you might do to me on Saturday.”

“Was it good?” Her voice was really husky, now.

“It was wonderful, but very scary,” I responded.

“That’s good. Let’s keep it that way,” she said. “Between now and when I see you, on Saturday, you are not to have any sex, of any kind, not even masturbation. Is that clear?”

“Yes, of course,” I said, “but why not?”

“I want you as horny as I can get you,” she returned. “I want that lovely cock of yours deep inside me on Saturday and I don’t want you too worn out to do me any good.”

“If you’re promising me that we’ll have sex on Saturday, I guarantee I’ll be ready to perform. I’ve thought of little else for the last 48 hours!”

“You heard what I said!” Maggie was sounding very excited at this point. “I definitely will have your cock inside me on Saturday. I only wish I had thought to tell you to abstain from sex two days ago. I want you desperate for the release that only I can give you!”

“Maggie, of course I’ll do as you wish. It won’t be easy for me, though. Right now I’ve got an erection I could cut diamonds with, just from having this conversation with you.”

“Don’t lose the thought,” she said with a giggle. “Just bring that hard-on to me on Saturday and it will be dealt with properly.”

“I’ll be there at eleven.” I said.

“I’ll be waiting,” was her reply, before she hung up.

After that phone conversation, I had a very difficult time getting to sleep. I kept having fantasies about Maggie Whistler riding my engorged cock, while both of us came, and came. At that time the fact that Maggie surely intended to inflict some fairly intense pain upon some very sensitive parts of my body, prior to my fantasized conclusion, was not a consideration. I could think only of her slim, athletic body and her flashing green eyes, as my hard cock plunged deeper and deeper into her soft depths. Finally though, I slept and, somehow, got through the rest of the week.

* * *

Saturday Morning I woke earlier than usual and had a very difficult time finding things to do to occupy the time until my assignation with the lovely Maggie. At first, I worried about someone discovering us in the forest on her father’s estate, then reassured myself that, with her father (my boss) out of town, and the way the large estate was posted to prevent trespassing, we would be sure of our privacy. I took a shower just before it was time for me to go, wanting to be squeaky-clean for the amazing Maggie’s attentions, whatever they might be.
Finally, the weather being as warm and humid as was typical of Georgia that time of year, I dressed in my running shorts and shoes and drove to meet Maggie

Her little roadster was already there when I pulled up. She got out and walked toward me as I parked my car. She wore red nylon shorts, a yellow halter and leather sandals. She looked ravishing! Her slim legs were tanned beautifully and the soft leather sandals she had selected nicely revealed her perfect feet. She had even painted her toenails the same shade of orange as the thong she had worn last weekend. It occurred to me that she reminded me a great deal of an actress named Courtney Cox, whom I had seen in a couple of films and on a television comedy series, and admired very much, indeed. Maggie’s hair was longer and her eye much greener but, otherwise, there was quite a resemblance.

She came right up to me, threw her arms around my neck, and kissed me lightly, but passionately. “Hello, Bill. I’m so happy that you have decided to submit to me today. I’ll make sure you don’t regret it. You’ll see.”

Her voice was as calm as her lips were soft. At that moment, she could have done anything to me that she wanted and I’d never have protested for a moment. I knew I was hers. I only hoped that what she wanted to do to me would turn me on as much as last weekend’s activities. She was definitely the woman of my dreams. I only hoped that I was also the man of hers!

After we kissed, she went to her car and pulled out a large tote bag. “Carry this, lover,” she said. I want to get you into the forest!” Her words were accompanied with a savage pinch to my left nipple. I felt my erection begin and hoped I would be able to handle everything my lovely lady had planned for me. She started toward the clearing without glancing backward, knowing I would follow closely.

The tote bag was fairly heavy. I resisted the impulse to look inside as we walked, preferring to watch her firm buttocks as they peeked from beneath her shorts. She knew where my eyes were, and said as much. “Enjoy yourself while you can. You’ll be at my mercy soon enough.”

Though I was excited, her words had a somewhat chilling effect. I had, after all, experienced some very exquisite pain at her hands, only six days ago, and she had promised to be even more “creative” without her girlfriends around to inhibit her!

We arrived at the clearing soon enough. It was unchanged from the last time I was there, though it seemed less ominous because only the two of us were present.

“Okay,” she said. “Drop the tote bag and get yourself naked!”

I did as she asked. There was no need for pretense, now. I was anxious to discover what she intended for me. All I had to remove was my shorts and shoes, which I quickly disposed of, leaving myself naked. She reached into the tote bag, pulled out a pair of stainless steel handcuffs, and snapped them on my wrists, in front of me.

“Okay, now put your hands behind your neck and spread your legs apart.”

I did as asked, clasping my cuffed hands at the back of my neck and spreading my legs about three feet apart.

“Very nice,” she said, circling me. Her soft hands went to all of the sensitive places on my naked body, teasing and exciting at the same time. When she stood behind me and ran her index finger between my buttocks, my cock reacted instantly, amusing her a great deal.

“This is going to be a lot of fun,” she whispered. “Before we’re done, here, you’ll be begging me for an orgasm.”

“I’ll beg you for an orgasm now, if that’ll do any good! I want to make love to you so much it hurts!”

“Ah, lover, it’ll hurt a lot more before I’m done with you. Let me get you strung up, here, then we’ll talk a bit about what’s really happening between us.”

At that, she dug into the tote bag and came up with what looked like about 50 feet of slim, nylon clothesline. She doubled it, made a loop in the center and placed it around my waist, pulling the loose ends through the loop at my navel.

“You will probably recall this from last weekend. I just love this tie! We call it the ‘crotch-cutter’ for obvious reasons. When we do it to a girl, we don’t double the rope like this. Believe me, a single rope like this cutting
into the center of a soft pussy is excruciatingly painful. I’ve had it done to me! You’re actually getting off easy, believe it or not. Even with the ‘minor’ addition I’m going to make to last weekend’s tie.”

She pulled the line tight around my waist then took the two ends between my legs, on end on each side of my genitals. They came back together behind my balls and were pulled snugly up into the crease of my buttocks. She pulled them through the loop at the small of my back, threaded the ends under the handcuffs at the back of my neck, and then threw the ends over the same tree branch as last weekend, about eight feet above the forest floor. She pulled tightly on the loose ends, until I was forced up onto my toes, my weight supported only by the thin nylon clothesline between my legs. When she tied off the other end of the line around a handy tree trunk, I was completely helpless. My hands were held up, behind my head, by the handcuffs and the line passing through them. I had been tied in the same fashion the previous weekend and it had been no more
pleasant then. The thin nylon rope cut brutally into my groin, putting pressure on my cock and balls. I tried to grip the rope above my head to relieve some of the pressure, but the positioning of the cuffs, just as they had the previous weekend, prevented my efforts from having any significant effect. I resigned myself to the discomfort and waited to see what Maggie intended to add to the tie, my hard cock bobbing in front of me, like a wand.

She had been out of my view for a moment and, when she stepped back in front of me, she was naked but for the same soft orange thong she had worn last Saturday. “You like me like this, don’t you?” she asked.

“You know I do,” I replied. The impact of the perfection of her firm, young body was visceral. You have an exquisite body. The thought of making love to you has preoccupied me all week. Your father would probably be pretty unhappy if he knew how ineffective I’ve been this week because of my fantasies about you.”

She stood in front of me, idly stroking my penis with her right hand. “I’m really glad you like my body,” she said. “Personally, I think my breasts are a bit on the small side.”

“They’re perfect!” I responded, “and you have the finest ass on the face of the planet!”

Her response, in addition to a tight smile, was to deliver a stinging smack to the head of my cock, which bobbed helplessly in front of me. “Naughty, but nice! Thoughts like that have earned you a bit of discomfort,” she mocked. “Let’s see what I have in here for you.” She bent over the tote bag and rummaged inside, presenting her perfect buttocks for my appreciation.

“I told you I had a chance to so some shopping this week, ” she said, bringing a couple of ominous items from the bag. “I found this wonderful little boutique that specializes in toys for the kind of games I like to play. The clerk was a very handsome young man who made no secret of the fact that he was gay. When I told him that I had a young man that I wanted to tie up and torture, he was able to come up with a lot of suggestions. I think he was getting off on thinking about me using these things on you. I like this first suggestion of his a great deal, because it’s going to help keep your cock hard and provide some discomfort at the same time. He just called it a studded cock and ball strap. What do you think of it?”

It was made of leather and looked like two little belts that were connected, parallel to each other. It was lined on the inside with what appeared to be sharp little nail points, about a quarter-inch in length. She placed the longer of the little belts carefully around my genitals. It snapped in place, very snugly, around the base of my cock and balls, separating them from my body tightly. The sharp points dug painfully into my tender flesh. The shorter of the belts was then snapped around my scrotum, further separating my balls from my cock. It was very tight, with the sharp points digging mercilessly into my scrotum. My testicles were squeezed tightly into the end of their sac, looking like some kind of rapidly purpling mushroom. Maggie held my balls up by the
strap around them and tormented them for a few moments, first smacking them sharply, then scouring them with her sharp fingernails. When she squeezed the strap, the sharp points inside really began to make an impression!

“Pretty nifty, huh?” She was obviously enjoying herself. “But,” she continued, “as they say in the circus, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet!”

She held up the other device for me to examine. It looked like a leather cone, with three short little chains dangling from it. The chains met at a sturdy metal ring, about three inches below the cone. The inside of the cone was lined with very sharp looking stainless steel studs, each over a quarter-inch long. I was afraid I knew where this sinister cone was going.

“This,” she said with amusement, “is called a spiked parachute. I unsnap it here on the side and it goes over your balls, with this little ring hanging underneath. Then, once I have your balls trapped inside, I snap it back
together, like so…” She proceeded to attach it as she spoke. The spikes were as sharp as they looked. The angle of the leather cone caused them to dig savagely into my testicles. With my balls trapped so tightly in the end of my scrotum, they felt as if they were piercing my flesh.

“The clerk assured me that the fact these spikes get wider at the base will keep them from doing any real damage to your balls. We might get some mild surface bleeding, but nothing to worry about. He said they really feel like they are going right through because of their sharpness. How do they feel?”

“Maggie, this is scary. It feels like the slightest tug on that little ring would pull the spikes right through my balls. Please be careful!”

“He said you’d probably say something like that. He’s had it used on him, so he knows how it feels. How does it feel to you?” She gave a sharp little tug on the ring.

“Owww! That really hurts! Please be careful!”

“Hmmm. How about this?” She pressed the palm of her hand against my balls, at the bottom of the cone, forcing them up into the cone and into sharper contact with the spikes.

“Maggie, please! Those things are sharp and that’s very tender flesh you’re playing with.” I was really beginning to fear I might suffer some permanent damage.

“Stop blubbering,” she responded. “I know what I’m doing. I’m just playing with your head a little bit.” She gave my cock a few soft strokes. “Looks like a little pain to your balls hasn’t affected the strength of your erection. I guess what I need to do now is find some way to make that pain kind of constant…maybe if I hang something heavy from this little ring…”

She was rummaging in the tote bag again. I resigned myself to the fact that she was going to do whatever she wished to me, so I’d just as well make the best of it. Between the spikes digging into my balls and the thin ropes digging into my crotch, I was beginning to feel somewhat overwhelmed. Maggie, however, appeared to be having the time of her life.

She crossed the clearing, then returned holding a piece of board in her hands. She placed it at my feet. Upon closer examination, I realized it was a, roughly, thirty-inch section of two-by-four that had three sturdy-looking screw eyes on it, one at each end and one in the center. Taking short pieces of thin rope from the tote bag, she proceeded to spread my legs apart by tying my big toes to opposite ends of the board with expertly tied loops. Having my legs spread apart like that forced even more of my weight onto the ropes cutting into
my crotch. I was only able to rest a bit of my weight on the tips of my tightly tied toes. For a moment, I almost forgot the sinister cone around my balls.

“I just need one more thing,” Maggie said, looking in the tote bag once more. “Ah, here we are.” She brought out a short piece of rope with sturdy metal hooks at each end. She took one of the hooks and snapped it onto the ring suspended from my balls. The other hook hung about six inches above the board at my feet, with its inviting screw eye in the center. Too late, I understood what was about to happen.

“Hmmm. The rope won’t reach.” She seemed genuinely concerned. “Maybe I’ll have to help it out.” She quickly knelt at my feet and took hold of the board. Before I could protest, she sifted it up and snapped the dangling hook into the screw eye in the center of the board. “That’s the ticket,” she grinned. “Let’s see how you manage this situation.”

I was in a terrible dilemma! If I kept my feet off the ground, to prevent the board between them from pulling the sharp spikes into my balls, my entire body weight was resting on the thin ropes cutting into my crotch. I had to give her credit for a pretty clever concept. No matter what I did, I would be torturing myself, with no effort on her part, whatsoever. I resigned myself to the pain in my crotch because I was sure that lowering my feet to the ground would cause my balls to be badly damaged. I still hadn’t lost my erection, a fact that Maggie was delighted to point out.

“You must be enjoying this. Your cock is as hard as a rock.” She scraped her sharp fingernails down the length of my cock then dug them cruelly into its swollen head. “What’s this?” she exclaimed, “there’s even a drop of pre-cum oozing out. You really are a naughty boy! Maybe a little stimulation for your nipples will calm you down.”

She rummaged again in the tote sack and came up with a tube of what looked like some kind of ointment. “Just a little K-Y Jelly,” she explained. We need a little lubrication on those perky little nips of yours.”

She squeezed a generous amount of the lubricant onto her hands, then completely covered my nipples with it. It felt good, but I knew that wouldn’t last. “Can’t have any surface friction to slow these down, can we?” she said.

“These” turned out to be a pair of black plastic scalp massagers, the type you see in gas stations, car washes, and barber shops for fifty-nine cents, just flat pieces of hard plastic with hundreds of sharp little plastic nubs sticking out. She walked behind me, reached her hands around my chest, and began rubbing the sharp little nubs across my nipples, gently but persistently, with a circular motion. It was just a little painful, at first, but as she continued to glide the sharp points across my lubricated nipples, I began to experience a burning sensation that got worse by the moment.

“Owww! Maggie, please stop. My nipples feel like they’re being burned off!”

“Kinda neat, huh?” she responded, continuing to torment my nipples as she spoke. “This was also my little gay friend’s idea. He said it not only hurts like crazy, but it will make your nipples very sensitive to the little clips I’m going to be putting on them in just a few more minutes.”

“Please, Maggie. I’m not sure I can take much more of this!”

“What a silly thing for you to say,” she giggled, pressing her soft breasts into the small of my back as she continued her relentless, painful massage of my nipples. “As long as I’ve got you tied up like this, you’ll take as much of anything as I care to provide. Your saying you can’t take much more is just an opinion, nothing more. It’s not even a very good one, if the hardness of your cock is any indication. Anyway, I think we’re about ready to put the clips on.” Mercifully, she ceased my torment, putting down the plastic torture tools and coming up with the promised nipple clips. She showed them to me with a smile. They were a pair of small, silver colored clips, with very sharp-looking teeth across their gripping edge. A sturdy silver chain, about a foot long connected them.

“My friend from the store said that these are very painful clips, particularly after a good ‘tenderizing’ like your nipples have just had. He said to be sure to put them out near the tips of the nipples for the best effect. Your nipples are just perfect for this, like little pencil erasers.”

She fastened them to both of my nipples, simultaneously releasing them quickly to allow the teeth to bite into the soft flesh. They were brutally painful! I felt as though both my nipples were being burned with hot coals and said as much, quite loudly.

“Yes,” she agreed, watching my eyes as I struggled to deal with the pain, “they do burn. I tried them on myself the other day, so I would know just what you are experiencing. We just need one more little thing for you and then we’ll be ready to have a little talk.” Her voice as so soft and coquettish it was difficult for me to relate it to the imaginative sadism she was enthusiastically demonstrating.

She dug into the tote bag, once more, and came up with about a three-foot length of very thin cord. She doubled it, made a loop in the center, and then carefully placed the loop around my penis, pulling it snugly into the groove just behind its engorged crown. She pulled the loose ends of the rope over the chain connecting my nipple clips and drew sharply upward until my cock was held, nearly flat against my belly, pointing toward my navel, its sensitive underside exposed to her view. She tied the thin cord snugly, pulling painfully on the chain between the clips, forcing my brutalized nipples to hold my cock up in that helpless position. I was breathing very hard, by now, because I was in a good deal of discomfort. Pulling my cock up towards my nipples had caused the spikes digging into my balls to cause pain that I was unable to relieve by
raising my feet. She tugged on the cord, making sure it was secure in my cock-head’s groove and causing my nipples to feel even more pain. Next, she scoured one of her fingernails lightly over and around my cock’s head, still watching my eyes.

“This little groove around your cock is just perfect, huh? It’s almost like it was designed so your cock could be tightly tied with no danger of slippage,” She mused. “I think it’s kind of nice to have your nipples do the work of holding your cock up for me to admire, and play with.” I wanted to protest about the intense pain I was suffering but realized how futile it would be, with a rock-hard cock proudly declaring my level of sexual excitement.

She dug into the tote bag and came up with a slim, sinister-looking riding crop. “This is too light to do any real damage,” she explained, “but it stings terribly.” She demonstrated that fact with two sharp cuts across my buttocks. The sudden pain made me jump in my bonds, the movement causing the thin ropes between my legs to dig cruelly into my crotch, and making me appreciate every aspect of my situation. “I guess we’re ready to have that little talk, now,” she said with a wry smile.

She stood in front of my helpless figure, a slim, girlish-looking brunette, wearing only an orange thong. She was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. Her small, perfect breasts gleamed from the sheen of light perspiration that covered them. Her face was slightly flushed from the excitement of tormenting me.

She trailed the crop lightly up and down the insides of my legs, tapping my toes that were struggling to keep the weight of the board between them from pulling the spikes into my trapped balls. As she began to speak, she trailed the rough surface of the crop up and down my cock, which was still as hard as ever.

“I’ve strung you up like this for a reason,” she began. “I needed to know, for certain, that you could take my kind of pain and remain sexually stimulated. I also needed to demonstrate that fact to you, if it were true, which it clearly is.” She tapped my cock lightly with the crop, to reinforce her point. “You’re exactly what I’ve been looking for, for a long time. You’re handsome, intelligent, articulate and,” grinning now,” very well hung. You’re also incredibly turned on by having your body played with by someone like me. You obviously find me attractive and you certainly can’t deny your sexual excitement. The amount of pain and discomfort you are experiencing, right now, should reduce anyone to tears and cries for mercy. You’re so turned on right now, however, the pain and pleasure are overwhelming, aren’t they?” She stepped behind me and slashed my ass with the crop savagely. Six rapid, burning cuts that did bring the hint of a tear to my eye.

“You’re all mine, Bill. I’m going to tease and torture you without mercy, today. Before we leave here, I’m going to fuck your brains out! You’ll come so hard you’ll think the top of your head is being blown off!”

“Promises, promises!” I couldn’t resist the smart-aleck reply, which earned me a cut of the crop right across my helpless cock. “Ahhh! OK! OK! I’m all yours, Maggie! But, if you want any good fucking out of me today, you’d best get me down from here, soon. That damn rope in my crotch feels like it’s cutting me in half!”

“OK, lover, but first, just a few more little love-taps.” She walked out of my view again and gave me twenty very hard cuts of the crop across my tender ass. “That’s just something to warm you while I go about getting you down from this rig.”

She took her time freeing me but at least she unhooked the cord between the spiked cone on my balls and the board first. She saved the nipple clips for last, delighting in my wince as she removed them. She eased the ropes from between my legs and allowed me to sit on one of the picnic table seats while she fussed inside the tote bag again.

“I see your erection is starting to subside,” she commented. “I’ll have to do something about that.”

“Is it time for you to fuck my brains out?” I asked, hopefully.

“Not just yet, sweetie. When you’ve rested a bit I want you to stretch out on the top of that table, on your back. I’ve got a special place between my legs that needs some major attention from your tongue before you get any fucking today.”

“You don’t have to tie me up to get me to do that!”

“I’ll be the judge of that,” she responded. “I may want to stimulate your performance in some creative way that you would almost certainly resist, if you weren’t tied down. Now get up there, lover.”

She knew I had to obey, and I did. I walked across the clearing to the sturdy picnic table, which she had considerately covered with a blanket, climbed up and stretched out, on my back.

Come on, love,” she chided, “hands and feet stretched out to the four corners. You know the drill.”

I did as she requested and she quickly went about the business of securing me. She produced strong canvas restraints, with Velcro closures. She placed them snugly on my wrists and ankles then secured their canvas leads to heavy nails driven into the sides of the tabletop. I was stretched very tightly, my feet extending slightly beyond the table, my body capable of only slight movement.

Maggie stood next to my head and trailed her right hand idly over my chest and belly. “I hope you like these restraints. They are much better than plain old rope. They’ll hold you inescapably and you can struggle all you want or need to and they won’t cut off your circulation. See how thoughtful I am? You really do look very anxious to satisfy me. You’re such a pushover! Your cock is already hard as a rock and I haven’t even started on you. What an imagination you must have!” She giggled at that, then gave my cock a couple of quick, smooth strokes to emphasize her point. Pleased with my body’s response to that, she leaned over the table and placed the head of my cock between her soft lips. For a brief moment, I felt incredible pleasure, but then she withdrew her lops and abraded my cock head with her sharp teeth, causing me to gasp in surprise.

“You’re going to gently lick my pussy and nibble on my clit until I can’t stand it any more…at least until I reach a well overdue orgasm,” she smiled, softly, releasing my cock head. “Then, and only then, will I place this delightful cock of yours inside me and ride you to our mutual pleasure. It will be wonderful, I promise you, but there will also have to be a little bit of pain for you, in the bargain.”

“Somehow that doesn’t surprise me,” I quipped. “I want you so badly, now, that you can do your worst. Nothing could mar the pleasure I’m going to have in coming inside of you.”

“I hope you’re right, sweetie.” Her mischievous smile was still present, but her tone was a teeny bit ominous. “I’m certain I’ll enjoy it, at least. Now, let’s get you ready and get started, shall we? I need to prepare the means to stimulate your performance.”

With that she retrieved the clips she had used on me earlier and placed them back on the tips of my sore and tenderized nipples. I released a soft sigh as the pain took over once more. She was far from done, unfortunately, and was actually humming to herself as she dug into the tote bag again. She produced
another length of thin rope, doubled it, and then made a small loop at the center.

“Guess where this is going,” she said, reaching for my testicles as she spoke.

She placed the loop over my balls, separating them from my cock, then pulled the loop tight, making my testicles a firm mass. Then she pulled the loose ends of the rope back through the loop, going between my balls and separating them from each other. While I was unable to see them, Maggie told me that they looked like a pair of flesh-colored eggs to her.

“Here’s where this gets cute,” she giggled. “Watch what happens when I tie the other ends of this rope to your toes.”

She promptly did just that, stretching my ball sac very tightly as she looped the ends of the rope around each of my big toes. My balls felt as if they were going to be pulled off! The ends of the rope were like two taut guitar strings between my toes and balls. I bent my toes back toward me as far as I could, trying to ease the strain somewhat. Noticing that I could gain some relief, Maggie calmly pulled the cords about my toes even tighter, and retied them. When she had finished, she strummed the two cords with her fingers, emphasizing my dilemma.

“How’s that feel? Pretty snug, huh? Don’t worry,” she smiled brightly, giving my balls a sharp smack with her open hand, “we’re just about done here. Just a couple more little things…”

“God, Maggie! Isn’t this enough? My nipples feel like they’re on fire and my balls are already starting to ache! Please, just let me give you the pleasure you want!”

“Look who’s trying to give orders here!” she exclaimed. “As I told you earlier, once I’ve got you tied up, I, and only I, decide what happens to you. If you don’t trust me, you’d better not surrender to my bondage!”

I fell silent, not wanting to anger her.

She took my silence for concurrence and produced another length of thin cord. “Gotta make sure that cock of yours stays where I want it,” she advised, doubling the cord and looping it around my erection. This time she didn’t pull it tightly into the groove behind the head, instead she placed it about an inch behind the head and pulled it so tight it felt like she was pinching my skin. I feared the next step and was right to do so. She pulled the loose ends of the cord around the chain between my nipple clips and secured it snugly. Having my balls pulled toward my toes and my cock pulled toward my agonized nipples was an incredible sensation.

In spite of all the pain, however, my cock was still hard as a rock, a fact that Maggie noted with some amusement. “Poor baby, all that pain and you’re still turned on. You and I are gonna have a LOT of fun.” She was scraping her sharp fingernails on my sensitive cock head as she spoke. “Just one more teensy little thing and we can get started. My pussy is starting to get wet with anticipation, already.”

The “teensy little thing” turned out to be the worst of all. She rummaged in the tote bag and produced a short length of thin cord on which had been strung ten miniature plastic clothespins, each about an inch in length. They were strung at close intervals, at one end of the cord, leaving a foot or so of its length free.

“What’s that thing that dentists are always saying?” Maggie was obviously enjoying herself now. “Oh, yeah. You may feel just a little pinch, now.” She giggled again, delighted with her joke, and then placed the first of the little clothespins on the ridge of my cock’s crown. I gasped aloud! The pain was intense!

“They do smart a bit, don’t they?” She placed the second one near the first and got another yowl from me. “It’s because they’re so small,” she explained, continuing to place the pins neatly around my cock crown’s ridge. “All that pressure is focused on a really tiny place where the little jaws come together. They look pretty harmless but can be truly excruciating, especially when they are placed in such a sensitive spot as this.” She positioned the last of the ten clothespins and stepped back to admire her efforts. I was breathing very hard, trying to deal with the outrage to the most sensitive flesh on my body.

“Please, Maggie! Please take them off! Each one of them feels like a hot needle sticking through me! I don’t think I can take this!”

“I might believe you, Bill, if your cock was getting soft, but it’s as hard as ever. Too bad for you! I promise I’ll take them off just as soon as you get me off. Get the picture? A word of warning, though. I can take them off gently, one at a time, or I can just grab this cord they’re attached to and rip them off, all at once. If I’m satisfied with your efforts and think you’ve given me your best, I’ll take them off as gently as I can. If not…well, I think you get the picture.”

The thought of those nasty little clothespins being ripped from my cock head was terrifying! I was sure each of them would take a bit of flesh away with it, should they come off that way! I determined that Maggie would get the best oral workout that her pussy and clit had ever received. Anything to prevent that awful pin removal!

I had lost sight of Maggie for a moment but, when she stepped back into view, she had removed the thong and was completely naked. She had also picked up that nasty little riding crop she had used on me earlier, and was now standing by my feet.

“Just a little warm-up,” she smiled, and began to lash the soles of my feet, very hard, with the crop. “The feet are very sensitive,” she informed me, as though she needed to. “This is a very common torture in the Middle East. I understand they used to punish harem girls this way because it hurt terribly, but didn’t mark their bodies of keep them from providing the services they were prized for. Just because their feet were too sore and swollen to walk, didn’t mean they couldn’t perform in the prone position.”

It was very painful and, as I’m sure she had anticipated, with each cut of the crop to one of my feet, my toes reflexively tried to curl forward, adding to the strain on my aching balls.

I was just about to tell her that I couldn’t take any more, when Maggie dropped the crop and climbed up onto the table. She knelt over me, her legs on either side of my chest, facing my cock.

She slowly lowered her pussy back toward my eager mouth and allowed me to begin my task. She was already very wet. It was kind of scary to realize how much sexual pleasure she got out of torturing me. She wasn’t content to just ride my tongue, either. While I laved away around her clitoris and soft vaginal lips,
she amused herself by flicking the little clothespins with her fingers, strumming on the rope connecting my balls to my toes, and pulling on my cock to cause more pain for my brutalized nipples. It seemed as though she wished to distract me, to draw this out for as long as possible, but I was determined to get her off as quickly as I could. I managed to get a grip on the base of her erect clitoris with my teeth, then held it tightly while I worked my tongue furiously over it. I knew I had her then! She started to moan and began to move her body in a timeless rhythm that could not be mistaken. She forgot all of her little torments and alternately sagged and surged in her pleasure as she came. Finally, she lay still, her breathing slowly returning to normal.

“Wow!” she exclaimed. “That was absolutely incredible! What a find you are! I didn’t think anyone or thing could ever get me off that strongly or that quickly. I’m halfway tempted to make you do it again. I’m sure the second time would take a lot longer and I could do a few more mean little things to you but, a deal’s a deal.” I’m sure that my own relief was obvious at this point.

She rolled off me and began to remove the awful little clothespins, gently, as promised, but they still seemed to hurt more, for a few moments, after each was removed. I said as much to Maggie and she said that was the circulation returning to that tiny little area that had been pinched so tightly by the jaws of the pin. It was a great relief when they were all off, and she removed the rope from my cock that was connecting it to the clips on my nipples. Once that was done, she began to gently stroke my cock. My erection had subsided a bit,
in the aftermath of her orgasm, and in reaction to the pain of the clothespin removal project, but her stroking quickly restored it to full form.

“I guess it’s finally time for you to get what you’ve been looking forward to,” she said. “Let me just get a couple of things.” She climbed off the table and headed for the tote bag, again.

“Aren’t you going to untie me?” I asked, knowing what the answer would be.

“Don’t be silly, Bill. I said you’d get to fuck me, and you will, but I still have to be in control. I expect you’d want to remove those nipple clips and that rope stretching your balls and toes, as well, wouldn’t you?” My nod was acknowledged. She was back from the tote bag with new materials. “We’ve got to practice safe sex, of course,” she said, “so we need this condom.” She held up a condom where I could see it. “Of course, this condom is lubricated on the outside, but we need to lubricate the inside, as well, don’t we? This ought to do the trick.”

“This” was a jar of Mentholatum Deep Heating Lotion. She produced a pair of disposable kitchen gloves and placed them on her hands. She then poured a generous amount of the thick white lotion onto the gloves and began, to my horror, rubbing it onto my cock! It actually felt pretty good, at first. She made sure not to get it more than four inches down my shaft, and covered the sensitive head thoroughly. She then pulled out a Q-Tip and dipped it into the bottle of lotion. Before I could protest, she slid the Q-Tip into my pee hole and pushed it smoothly down inside my cock. I had never been catheterized, at that point in my life, so the sensation was very strange. Smiling at my expression, the pumped the Q-Tip up and down inside my shaft, to make sure the
noxious lotion coated the entire path.

“That should do it,” she said, removing the Q-Tip and discarding the gloves. “Now, let’s just get this rubber on you, shall we?” She carefully placed the condom on my cock, rolling it all the way to its base. “We don’t want any of that nasty lotion to get inside of me, do we?”

The “nasty lotion” was beginning to do its thing. My cock was starting to burn, painfully, and my urethra felt as though it was full of acid! Maggie climbed back up on the table and straddled me, facing me this time. She took my condom-covered cock in her hand and slowly fed it into her pussy. I was in heaven and hell at the same time! She sighed deeply as my fierce erection settled deep inside her.

“The condom will keep the Mentholatum from getting on me,” she explained, “and the friction I’m going to create by riding your cock will make the lotion burn even hotter for you. Pretty clever, huh? Oh, and when you come, all that lotion down inside your cock should make you feel like you’re coming liquid fire. It’s going to hurt a lot, Bill, but you know you can’t keep yourself from coming. Here we go, my love.”

She began to ride my erection smoothly, and she was right. My cock felt as though it had been soaked in gasoline and set afire! The heat our bodies were generating was implacably turning up the heat on the Mentholatum, but I couldn’t resist the soft surges of Maggie’s lovely body. Her breasts dangled above me and I cursed the bonds that prevented me from stroking them. To urge me on, she took hold of the chain connecting my nipple clips and pulled on it as though it was a set of reins. I could tell she was coming again and could feel myself approaching the edge of my own orgasm. She was already bucking with her own orgasm, when mine hit. I came with as much force as I could ever remember and, it was just as she promised. Each orgasmic surge caused a sharp pain deep inside my urethra as my sperm fought its way up the ravaged inside of my shaft. I surged and surged with the pain and pleasure this incredible woman was giving
me. I knew I was hers for as long as she wanted me and that I would endure any torments she designed, so long as I could experience this incredible cocktail of pain and passion!

When our bodies had finally calmed down, Maggie gently removed the nipple clamps and freed my balls from their tether. She undid the Velcro restraints at my wrists and ankles, allowing me the luxury of stretching my muscles for the first time in over an hour. I stood up and pulled her into my arms, both of us still naked.

“Maggie, I’ve never experienced anything that even approaches what you do to me! I’m yours, and you know it. Even though I know you’ll tease and torture me cruelly, I’d never be able to resist placing myself at your mercy. You’re like a drug for me!”

“You’re the same way to me, Bill. I can’t tell you how much it turns me on to know that you are willing to let me play with your body in these ways. I’d never do anything that actually would cause you any real harm. You know that. I just love being able to tease and torment you, forcing your body to react in ways that only I can control. It IS like a drug and I know I want more!”

“Any time, my love. Just tell me where and when.”

“Do you have any plans for tomorrow…Sunday?” she asked.

“Nope. I’ll be at your pleasure, and your mercy. Do you want me to meet you here?”

“No. I think I’d like to try working on you out on my patio, at home,” she said. “I’ve got lots of things around the house that I can use to make you wish you had never agreed to surrender to me.”

“I’m sure you will. I’m scared of what you’ll do to me, but I’m helpless to resist. What time shall I arrive?”

“Make it about 10 a.m. We can play a while, and then I’ll prove to you I’m as creative in the kitchen as in the torture chamber. I’ll fix you a meal to remember and then, who knows, we might even get around to having ourselves some very nice sex, in a real bed. How does that sound?”

“Like paradise! I am assuming your father won’t be coming home.”

“No, not until Wednesday, so the place will be ours. There’s just one little condition, though.”

“Anything for you, you know that,” I said, wondering what she had in mind.

“You have to come to me naked,” she said, huskily.

“Naked? But…”

“The only butt I want is yours, and it had better be bare when you get here, tomorrow. Bring some clothes to put on later, but I want you to drive all the way from your place to here without a stitch of clothing on. No shoes, no socks, not a stitch, understood?” I could tell from her eyes that just the thought of me driving to her, fearing constantly that someone would see my naked condition, was turning her on.

“Your wish is my command, my dear. Are there any other instructions?”

“Just drive straight up to the house at ten, tomorrow. Get out of the car and stand in front of the front door, with your back to the house. Stand there until I come for you, OK?”

I agreed and, our arrangements made, we proceeded to gather up all of her gear and return it to the tote bag. I noticed there were still more implements inside the bag, but declined to examine them. We then got dressed and walked back to our cars. We parted with a long kiss, followed by another reminder that she expected me to travel across town naked for the next day’s activities.

When I reached my place, I took a shower and carefully examined myself. To my pleasant surprise, aside from some still tender nipples, there were no residual effects of the afternoon at Maggie’s mercy. I was already turned on by the anticipation of what the next day would bring, but I resisted the strong urge to masturbate, wanting to be at my very best for my lovely Maggie’s attentions in the morning.

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