The Weekend Part 1

I picked him up from the  El,  eager and waiting in the cold.  He told me he'd brought a bag full of goodies to try.  Yay!  Like any eager kid I asked him if he'd unpack the goodies so I could see them when we got home.  

He brought out a big bag, full of floggers, beautiful purple rope, latex gloves (eep!) and a mysterious box.  What's that I asked?  "Oh, you'll find out."  But I wanted to see it right then!!  He told me I'd have to be punished for being impatient.

The next morn- wait I guess it was actually late afternoon... I greeted him obediently as a good slave should, pleased to see his reaction as he moved my hands where he wanted them.   He told me he wanted to try out his antique violet wand. Ooh!  Shiny!  He was kind enough to ask if I wanted to be tied down first.  Of course, yes Sir!    

The feel of the rope sliding across my skin is so seductive.  I can close my eyes now and almost feel it wrapped tightly around me in a Shinju.   After he finished tying the chest harness he ran the ends around the bed and wrapped them securely in a beautiful knot next to me.  I couldn't move my upper body more than a couple inches off the bed.  Raar, I love that feeling.   Next, he moved to my ankles, attached my pretty purple cuffs and ran them around the bed, as well.   

"Stay here", he chuckled.  Not like I had much choice.  I wriggled for the cheer fun of feeling the bonds holding me down.   He came in, holding his Mac, settling it between my legs.   "First I think, we'll start with some stories from Whispers. You'll have to post about this you know.  That this is real, not just a fantasy".  He said  "I've some stories you'll really enj oy."   As he read slowly, sensually, he grabbed a metal probe out of its lux case, and teasingly, inserted just the tip into me.   I tried to thrust onto it but he'd move it backwards and slap my thigh for being a bad girl.  

As I listened to the words come out of his mouth, talking about other fantasies - women being made to be objects at sex parties,  a husband enjoying watching his wife get taken, rough sex on the stairs, I couldn't help but think of the moment when too would be writing.   Words I type now, thoughts I never would have dared commit to permanent form a year ago.  How my life has changed, and for the better.   Thinking of him, and remembering the feel of his hand, seeing the shreds of t-shirt still lingering in the hall, I'm filled with an absolute maddening desire to be in his arms. 

But this story isn't about now... this is about the "horrible" torment of the last weekend.   As he talked to me, I dripped onto the probe, getting more and more flush until he finally asked me if I was ready to be tortured.  I nodded yes.  He removed the lightbulb from the lamp next to my bed, and inserted the socket for the '20's era violet wand.  It zapped and buzzed like a live wire.    He slowly brought the purple glow over to me, touched my arm, and then moved it to my breasts.   It was like being caressed with a palmful of hot needles.   I arched my back, wanting it and knowing it would hurt, an endless loop.  He touched me again, raising and lowering the voltage.  

Oh yes, I wanted it to be painful.  I like it when he hurts me.   I love knowing that it turns him on, and I can see how hard he gets as he does these things to me, makes me scream, and I feel my own body's reaction to him.  

He returned to the probe, thrusting harder.   He said "I think you're ready to be fisted now"   I swallowed nervously, but he'd left my arms free, I could touch myself, hold the vibrator against my clit, and I wanted to feel his hand in me as I came.   He'd done it once before - our first time, in public.  It was a heady, heady rush. I wanted to feel it again.   It didn't take him very long.  He lubed up, sliding first one finger, then two, then three, and finally he was inside me, up to the knuckles.    As soon as I felt his hand move, he hit my g-spot.  I knew I wouldn't be able to hold out for long.  I told him "I'm going to come soon, this is going to be quick!"  He told me to let it happen, to make myself come for him.    I did.  He could feel me spasming around his hands.    

Of course, it hurt when he took them out, and when he took the big vibrator and pushed it hard against my poor sensitive clitorus.   Did I mention I was gagged?  It was a good thing, otherwise my screaming would have woken my  innocent neighbor.    He then took me roughly, unwilling to release my legs, enjoying my inability to move.  

By the time we were done I was ready for  the shower, but we were both ready to settle into a long snuggle, too spent to move let alone get dressed.