Brown Eyes

I admired her bound body for a few more moments before announcing, "Slut, I am going to leave you for an hour. You are not permitted to have an orgasm. I will know if you do. I expect you to be ready for me when I return."

She answered with a properly fearful acknowledgment through her gag.

I wasn't actually going to leave her there for an hour. But the thought should enhance her feeling of helplessness. Nor did I plan on leaving the room when I could enjoy her sensuous straining against the bonds and her provocative muffled moans.

I quietly took a seat against the wall. At first, she didn't do much besides twitch against the ropes and periodically emit some erotic sound through her gag. Then, her moans started coming more regularly and increased in volume. At the same time, she undulated her lower body in an attempt to hump the stool. My rope-work was too good for her to make any significant moves but her straining was clearly visible. The undulation started at her feet and flowed up her legs to her hips. She was also flexing her chest muscles so that her breasts heaved and set the clips dangling from her nipples into motion.

Her wanton movements excited me even further. I would need to be at the edge of orgasm for the next step, so I cupped my pussy with my hand and massaged it lightly through my panties. In retrospect, I think I was just too aroused at this point to refuse myself some pleasure.

While I was masturbating, I realized that Kaitlin was purposely trying to bring herself to the brink of orgasm. I suspected she was too good to actually come. I almost lost control myself imagining what she must be feeling, helplessly bound, the clips imprisoning her nipples and the insistent vibrations on her pussy and between her breasts. I added yet another point to her scoreboard for being able to voluntarily stimulate herself in that position.

The room suddenly felt quiet, and it was a few seconds before I knew why. Her moans had stopped coming. In fact her entire body had stopped moving, and it seemed like every muscle was rigid. I could see the tension in her legs and back. I was afraid she had slipped up and was about to come.

She broke the stillness with what sounded like a breathy sigh forced through the gag. Her muscles relaxed, and I found I almost sighed in relief too. With what must have been a supreme effort of will, she had fought back from the edge of that orgasm.

I leaned back in my seat, gently palming my pussy, trying to decide how much longer I wanted to leave her there. Her quiet moans broke my reverie. I looked over and saw that she was repeating the process, struggling to put more pressure on her crotch and heaving her breasts. I remember being surprised and impressed that she would try the ordeal again.

The third time she finished that routine, I decided it was time to let her out. I told myself it was for her benefit, but truthfully my pussy was aching with need. I probably couldn't have lasted through another of her displays.

"So slut, are you ready to please me?" I asked rhetorically.

She nodded and managed what sounded like a muffled "Yes, Mistress."

I undid her blindfold and gag. The ball gag was covered in her saliva, so I wiped it dry on her face. Next, I undid the ties around her waist and lower back so I could pull her into a kneeling position. As her body rose, the vibrator stuck in the wedge of her pussy lips for a moment before falling to the stool. Her swollen pussy was clearly visible through her panties, which were unbelievably drenched in her juices. I picked up the vibrator, glistening with her fluids, and brought it still buzzing to her mouth.

"Lick it clean, slut."

She took it in her mouth, and I could feel the disturbances as her tongue scrubbed it clean. Her lips made an 'O' as she drew her mouth across the surface of the vibrator, almost sucking it out of my hand. I pulled it out of her mouth with a pop. Taking the other vibrator out of her cleavage, I turned them both off and put them aside.

Moving behind her, I freed her legs from the stool and shoved it aside while keeping her ankles bound. Tilting the back of her head against my pussy, I wordlessly offered her my fingers, which still had some of her juices from the vibrator. She didn't lose a moment in taking two of them into her mouth.

Her tongue nimbly licked at my index finger first, covering its entire surface. She delicately tongued under my joint, pulling my finger in to the knuckle. She repeated the treatment with my middle finger as well. Her lips were busy too, alternately compressing and relaxing against my captive fingers. I gave her yet another mental commendation for the effort she put into her foreplay. The back of her head bobbing against my pussy combined with her ministrations on my fingers had me almost panting with need.

Abruptly, I pulled my fingers out of her mouth. She pitched forwards slightly, trying to keep them in her mouth as long as possible. I moved in front of her noting that she quickly dropped her gaze to the floor.

"I want to come now," I announced, taking off my panties.

Putting a hand behind her head, I pulled her under my skirt to press her forehead against my pussy. I almost came from the feel of her skin on my pussy, but my discipline kicked in. Tortuously slowly, I dragged my crotch down her face until my vagina was level with her lips. I put more pressure on her head and gently ground my pussy into her face.

As expected, I felt her tongue snake out to lick at my vagina. I pulled her head roughly away from me by her hair and slapped her breasts, sending the clips flying away. She gasped in pain and confusion.

"Did I give you permission to use your tongue? Do you think I want some untrained slut slobbering around my pussy?"

She was stunned into silence for a few long seconds. I was somewhat gratified that I had managed to genuinely surprise her. I regretted the extra pain, but I think the shock was worth it for both of us.

Finally, she stammered, "I-I-I'm sorry, Mistress. I was just trying to please you."

"Then be good and stay still this time."

I brought her head back into my crotch, grinding with my hips and pulling her in with my hand. I could feel myself getting close as I rode her face with no more regard than I'd give a vibrator. I had been aroused for most of the night, so my pussy was swollen and sensitive, bursting with need. Imagining how Kaitlin must feel, her pretty face immersed in my hot, dripping crotch, bound on her knees too tightly to move, brought me to the brink of my orgasm.

Holding her firmly into my sex, I thrust my hips a few times, bringing myself over the edge. Loud moans burst from my lips as an intense orgasm hit me. I felt my knees growing weak, and I struggled to stay standing. My pussy was contracting almost painfully, and I pulled her closer to ensure that she felt every quiver against her face. I don't squirt, but I do produce a lot of liquid. I worked my crotch back and forth across her face as my orgasm wound down. Backing away, I observed Kaitlin's flushed face, glistening with my juices, covered in amazement and open lust.

Gasping for breath, I stroked her hair and face while recovering from my intense orgasm.

"That was good, slut, I'm pleased."

An understatement.

"I'm glad you're pleased, Mistress," she quietly replied.

I still felt weak in the knees, so I busied myself with untying her arms and ankles. Once her arms were free, she moved as if to stretch, then caught herself and kept her arms behind her back. She couldn't resist wiggling her fingers though. I headed to the bed and sat leaning against the headboard.

Gesturing at Kaitlin, I commanded, "Take off my stockings for me."

Hesitantly, she stood up, unconsciously shaking her limbs to help the circulation. I eyed her disapprovingly.

"Crawl."

She quickly dropped to the ground and made her way over on hands and knees. Her head inched toward the top of my stocking on my left thigh but stopped short. She glanced up at me for a millisecond before catching herself. "Mistress, may I touch you with my mouth?"

"Yes, of course," I replied, patting her head affectionately.

She moistened the rim of the stocking with her tongue, licking my thigh slowly. Snaking her tongue under the edge, she pulled it into her mouth. Slowly, she peeled the stocking down my leg with her teeth. The other stocking was removed with equal skill.

"Good girl," I breathed. "Come here."

I guided her to lie with her stomach across my lap. The bottom of her breasts rested sensuously against my bare thigh. I felt the heat there even through her negligee. I combed my fingers through her hair, enjoying her responsive "Mmms." With my other hand, I delicately traced the skin of her ass. The closer my fingertips drew to her pussy, the hotter her flesh felt.

I shifted my hand from her hair to her breasts, reaching into her lingerie to lightly rub the tip of each nipple. It was no surprise that they were delightfully stiff. The sounds emanating from her along with her languid, relaxed posture as she rested on my lap signaled to me that she was expecting me to fondle her to an orgasm soon. She sighed so pleasurably at my touch I almost regretted what I was going to do.

Midway through one of her sighs, I pinched her nipple tightly. The sigh turned into a sharp, pained "Oh!" As my fingers imprisoned her nipple, my other hand gave her a sharp smack on one cheek of her ass. I continued the assault, alternately releasing and squeezing her nipple while spanking the same cheek.

After several spanks, I pulled up the hem of her negligee to check her glowing red buttock. I could guess pretty closely what shade it would be from the heat on my hand and long experience, but as always the visual made my pussy twitch with desire. I guessed at this point that the shock and pain had somewhat faded as her tormented nipple and ass cheek grew accustomed to the abuse.

She confirmed my guess by venturing to ask, "Mistress, Why - Oh!"

I smiled at my timing. I had swiftly switched my punishment to her other nipple and cheek. Being unused to the abuse that her other parts had enjoyed, she experienced the pain almost freshly. I continued the spanks and pinches for a short while longer as she gasped in agony. Finally, I released her nipple and clutched her entire breast tightly. At her rear, I put my thumb flat on her anus and slid my other fingers into her panties to rest on her pussy, squeezing her crotch.

The abrupt change from pain to pleasure surprised a long pleasurable moan from Kaitlin. I tilted her head and brought her gaze to mine. Her face was a portrait of discomfort, aching need, and a touch of confusion. She was too disoriented to look away as I stared into her eyes.

"You are going to come for me now, slut. Not because you want the pain to end. Not because you enjoy the pleasure of coming. You are going to come because I want to see the expression on your face and feel your pussy pulsing in my hand."

As I spoke, I harshly rubbed her pussy, not entering her and only briefly touching her clit. My thumb didn't penetrate her anus, but kept a steady pressure on the opening. My other hand massaged her breasts, switching back and forth between them. When she came, it was everything I hoped for.

Her face was beautifully suffused with ecstasy. She alternately emitted a low, erotic moan followed by a higher-pitched "Oh!" with each convulsion of her pussy against my fingers. I wasn't sure if she was multi-orgasmic, but the way her whole body shuddered on my lap made it seem like she was. I reveled in the heat and wetness gushing from her pussy as she wantonly ground her crotch into my hand, riding out the aftermath of her orgasm. After an amazingly long time, she finally stopped moving and quieted down.

"I- I'm glad I could come for you, Mistress," she had the presence of mind to add.

"Good girl," I whispered, patting her on the head. I slowly pulled her negligee and panties off as she recovered from her orgasm. Rolling her onto her back, I got up and undressed myself as well. I slid under the covers, lying on my back.

"I think you've earned a new name tonight. Come into bed with me, Pet." I gestured for her to join me.

"Thank you, Mistress." She went on top of me, straddling my leg with her crotch. I felt her breasts fit right under mine, her nipples hard nubs poking at my ribs. The warmth of her body pressed against mine brought a tingle to my pussy.

I wedged her leg between my thighs as well so I could feel her body heat against my still-sensitive pussy. My hand, still drenched in her juices, went to her mouth. She gave each finger a rough lick before sucking them all at once into her mouth. I pulled my fingers out once I thought they were clean enough then guided her head to my breasts. She nuzzled between them and brushed her lips along my nipples, but then stopped suddenly. I was puzzled for a moment before remembering how I had slapped her earlier.

"Go ahead Pet, you can use your mouth."

Without waiting to reply, she began licking circles around my nipple. She drew the end of my breast into her mouth, flicking at the nipple expertly with her tongue and biting slowly at my flesh. Despite her expert attention, I sensed that she was as exhausted as I was, so I decided to end it for the night.

"Okay Pet, that's enough." She rested her head on my chest as I stroked her hair. As we lay there falling asleep, sensuously entwined, I whispered into her ear, "Tomorrow will be even better."