Ann: A Love Story Ch. 81

A huge thank you to Annanova for her help with the translations in this chapter. I couldn't have done them without her!

©2011, All rights reserved – mimaster

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My mind was in overdrive as I rode up the elevator. Heather had just planted a little seed when I'd talked to her briefly in the hallway next to the lobby and now I was running with it. Actually, I wasn't running with anything, since I was standing in the elevator. But I was mulling over the options, wondering if I should change from my original plan to something different. I had to admit, Heather had a great idea.

Well, it wasn't necessarily an idea. She'd made a comment about what my dirty little brain had come up with when she saw me pushing a luggage cart toward the elevator. She'd assumed it was part of the game Ann and I were playing...one that I'd invited Heather to participate in earlier in the day. It made sense, because Ann was Annabelle for the day and she'd been tied up for almost all of it.

I'd asked Heather to pretend to be a maid, and she walked in to our room to find Ann blindfolded and tied to the bed. She actually played with Ann in that vulnerable position, helping her cum a couple of times. She also made Ann eat her out. Heather was so taken by what I was doing with Ann that she snuck a peek inside the room later that afternoon to find Ann tied to a chair, watching the soft porn movies on the pay per view channel that was part of the hotels service offerings.

Knowing how I'd tied Ann up the two times she'd seen her, Heather naturally wondered how I was going to use the luggage cart. She assumed that I was going to find some way to incorporate it into the game we'd been playing. I hadn't seen that possibility when I'd grabbed it. I was only using it as a prop to hide my huge erection as I walked through the lobby of the hotel, not wanting to draw attention to myself.

With Heather pointing out what had escaped me, I suddenly envisioned all kinds of different ideas and scenarios, and I chuckled to myself as I thought of the endless possibilities. I wasn't sure I really wanted to use the cart at all, but the number of things that came to mind and the excitement I'd felt when Heather first mentioned it made me think I had to at least consider using it.

All of that kind of went out the window the moment I opened the door and pulled it inside the room. I knew I'd come back to it, but I had something more important on my mind...namely Annabelle.

Ann was in the midst of an orgasm, her body fighting violently against her restraints as she fixated on the television screen a few feet in front of her. She was moaning, almost whining as the climax ravaged her sexy body. I closed the door and took off my shoes and socks, a move to help me shed the feeling of the workday. It was something I did out of habit, the feeling of the carpet on my bare feet helping me to relax.

I walked over, marveling at what I was seeing. The muscles of her arms and shoulders were bulging, her upper body tense as she came; her bronze skin shimmering in the light from her perspiration. Her right hand was holding the remote to the vibrator like it was a grenade that had the pin pulled out; her fingers gripping it so tightly in her fist you couldn't have pried it loose.

The ball gag was still firmly in mouth, her white teeth showing against the red rubber ball. She was drooling, a large trail of saliva dripping off of her chin, landing all over her chest and running down to her stomach. I glanced at her cunt, which was wetter than I'd ever seen it. Her pussy lips were red and swollen, her clit looking twice its normal size. As I moved closer, I swore I could see it pulsing with her racing heartbeat.

Her mascara had run; streaks of black streaming from the corners of her eyes, down her cheeks. She'd been crying...in fact, she was crying. But I knew instantly that I didn't need to worry. Not with the way she was responding to her latest climax. Hell, she was smiling slightly behind the ball gag.

Besides, they weren't tears of pain, or even sadness or fear. They weren't even tears of joy. She had been crying from the emotion of cumming so many times. She was at the point of physical and mental exhaustion, her body being pushed so hard sexually that her only release was to cry. And by crying, it wasn't the sobbing Ann who was sitting in that chair...the one that could sometimes seem inconsolable. This appeared to be more therapeutic in a way.

Taking a look at her as a whole, I had a shiver run through me. She was a mess, and yet, she never looked more beautiful to me. I didn't want to waste a lot of time...but I also wanted to capture the moment. Grabbing my camera out of the suitcase, I began taking a couple dozen pictures. Some were full body shots, while others were various close ups of different parts of her anatomy.

I was trying to be artistic again; like the close up I took of her clenched hand holding the remote, and another of the saliva dribbling off her chin, dangling to her chest. I hoped to capture what Ann was feeling at that exact moment in time. When I took a close up of the left side of her face, focusing on her eye and the mascara stained her cheek, I actually sighed. It was the essence of Annabelle, and when the camera flashed for that photo, she came alive.

Her eyes snapped open, focusing her stare on me. Her nostrils were flaring as she moaned into her gag. I turned off the TV, placing the camera on top of it. Turning, I stood in front of her, thinking about what she'd just spent several hours watching, wanting to give her one more show. But first, I wanted her undivided attention. I took the remote from her hand, turning off the vibrator, using the cord to pull the little egg out of her pussy. Taking the ball gag from her mouth, I let it fall back around her neck again.

I started stripping off my remaining clothes, starting with my shirt. I wasn't doing a striptease, because I'd remembered how she said once that she thought it wasn't sexy when men do that sort of thing. Of course, she may have felt differently since it was me, but I wasn't going to take that chance. Her eyes sparkled when she saw my naked chest and she let out this cute little hiss through her clenched teeth.

"Let me see it, Neil! I need to see your big cock right now!" she pleaded.

"Hmm...is my Annabelle horny?" I asked as I unbuttoned my pants, playing with the zipper.

"Yes...please let me see your cock, baby. I need to see it," she whined, making me laugh.

"What's the matter, Annabelle? You seem a little frantic."

"I've been watching imitation porn for five hours, Neil...I need to see a big fucking cock...PLEASE!"

"Imitation porn?" I laughed.

"YES!

"What does that mean?"

"It means I've seen lots of tits, lot of ass, and lots of sex where you don't see anything. I saw dozens of nice flaccid cocks, baby, but never a hard one!"

"Hmm...so you're saying you didn't get turned on? How many times did you cum watching your imitation porn?"

Batting her eyes she sighed. "I lost count," her head dropping almost as if she was ashamed.

"So, it did turn you on."

"YOU turn me on. What you're doing to me turns me on. I need to see your cock, Neil...please?"

I toyed with the opening of my pants, pulling it wider, showing her my bare pubic area...watching as she licked her lips in anticipation. But I stalled, teasing her. "How do you feel right now?"

She knew what I wanted to hear and she didn't hesitate, thinking it was the surest way to get what she wanted. "I feel like a dirty fucking slut...because I AM a dirty fucking slut."

"That's right, you are, Annabelle. And that means you need to be treated like a dirty fucking slut...doesn't it?"

"Y...yes," she said in disbelief, wondering why I pulled my zipper up and buttoned my pants in front of her eyes.

I started untying her from the chair, leaving her legs bound as they were with her calves held against the back of her thighs. "Yes...it does. And that means that right now, you're going to get what you need and if you do well, you may get what you want later. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," she said quietly as I lifted her out of the chair, carrying her toward the bathroom. "What are we doing?"

"WE aren't doing anything. But I'm sure you have to go to the bathroom," I said as I carefully spread her thighs to place her backward on the toilet.

Ann nodded, putting her hands against the wall for support. I left her in privacy while I went back out into the room and thought about what I wanted to do next. Grabbing some things out of the toy chest so that I'd be prepared, I staged them, waiting for her to finish. When I heard the toilet flush, I returned to get her.

"I'm ready, Neil." Taking a deep breath, her head hung low between her shoulders.

"We'll see about that," I chuckled. "So, how many times did you cum today without permission?"

"Other than the five this morning, I don't know," she sighed, shaking her head. "I told you, I lost count."

"Either that, or you're just too embarrassed to tell me how much of a dirty slut you really were while I was gone."

"Neil...I don't know. It...it...it was a lot."

"So...your hot little pussy kept cumming, but you can't tell me how many times."

"No, I can't. I'm sorry."

"You do know that I was using that as the way I was going to punish you today, right?"

"Yes...but -- "

"No 'buts' Annabelle. I guess we'll just have to find a way to help you remember."

I pulled open the shower curtain and lifted her up off the toilet, placing her inside the big tub on her knees and shins with her legs spread wide. I pushed down on her shoulders, making sure her ass was pressing firmly against the bottom. Then I took the ropes on her wrists and tied them to the pipe coming out of the wall for the shower head, pulling her arms up high.

"W...what are you doing?" she asked.

"My version of water torture. I want the answer. You're not giving it to me...so we're going to cool off that hot little pussy until you remember."

Pressing the stopper into the drain, I turned on the faucet, making sure the water was the coldest it could be. Sitting on the edge of the tub near the wall, I waited for it to start to fill; watching Ann wince as the frigid water lapped against her skin and the ropes tightly binding her legs.

As the water started rising, she realized it would soon be touching her pussy and she started stammering. "N...Neil. I c...can't remember the exact number. There were too many."

"Not good enough," I grinned as I pulled the little silver knob on the faucet, turning on the shower.

"AGGGHHHH!" she screamed out, the freezing spray hitting full force on her face and chest.

I let it run for about fifteen seconds before turning it off, the tub continue to fill up. "Okay...let's try this again. How many times did you cum?"

"I t...told you...."

The spray hit her again and she shrieked, trying to move away from it. But she couldn't, having to endure a thirty-second blast from the showerhead. We did that two more times, each increasing the duration she sat helpless under the spray, but she still didn't have an answer. The truth was, she probably didn't know, but I wasn't going to give in. She was going to give me a number, even if she had to make one up.

Pretending to be frustrated, I turned off the water for a moment. Untying the rope from the pipe, Ann's hands collapsed to her side and she breathed a sigh of relief. But that proved premature. I picked her up and flipped her over, placing her onto her back, her pussy immersed halfway into the water.

"Oh...FUCK!" she yelled as she splashed down.

Ignoring her cries, I took the ropes on her wrists and tied them to the towel bar on the shower wall behind her head. Stuffing a rolled up towel under her head to lift it higher, I turned on the water again. She began shaking her head quickly, begging me with her eyes not to leave her like that.

"I'll be back in a little while. You need to start thinking of that number, or we're never going to get to the REAL punishment."

I left the room, but I didn't go far. I didn't want to take a chance that I'd get distracted and forget to check on her before the water line passed her neck. I was sure she'd let me know if she was in danger, but I wasn't taking any chances. Instead, I stood in the hallway and watched her reflection in the mirror. From my vantage point, I was able to see from her chest down to her feet towards the faucet.

Seeing how slowly the water was rising, I knew I had a little time and grabbed the ice bucket, heading out to the ice machine as I raced down the hallway. I dumped the leftover water in the bucket into a drain next to the machine and filled it up with ice again. Returning to the room, I grabbed one of her dildos and buried it in the ice, moving back into position by the door as I waited patiently for the perfect moment.

Just when her nipples slipped beneath the surface of the water, I walked into the bathroom and sat in my spot again, setting the bucket down out of sight before she could notice. Turning off the faucet, I let my eyes wash over her. She was shivering as I reached down and opened the stopper, letting the water slowly drain.

I left her alone once more, not coming back until the tub was empty. Her eyes were closed when I walked in, but she snapped them open when she heard me sit down next to her.

"Do you have a number for me yet, Annabelle?" I asked.

"SEVEN! I came seven times, Neil."

"Is that including the morning?"

"No. "

"So you had seven orgasms watching ...what did you call it? Oh, I remember. You said it was imitation porn. You came seven times watching imitation porn, is that right?"

"Yes, but they all weren't big ones. Some of them should hardly count," she said as she pulled against the ropes binding her wrists.

"Unfortunately, you already counted them. And that means twelve is the final number. You'll be getting your punishment doled out by the dozen."

"What does that mean?"

"It means, whatever I do, there's going to be a dozen, or a multiple of a dozen if I feel like it, starting with that hot cunt of yours."

"It's not hot any more," she said softly.

"Oh yes it is. Watch me prove it."

I grabbed the ice bucket and held it over her body. Ann screamed out before I even tipped it, the ice landing all over her breasts and stomach. Most of it fell off of her, but some stayed in that sexy little valley that ran from her cleavage all the way to her navel.

I picked up the dildo that fell off to the side, along with a big ice cube. Slipping the cube between the lips of her pussy, I rammed it deep inside her with the dildo, shoving it as far as I could in a smooth, firm push of my wrist.

"Oh...oh...OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Ann screamed again as she felt the ice forced deep inside her warm womb.

"Quiet babe...or I'll have to put that gag back in your mouth," I said as I picked up another cube and placed it against her dripping hole.

I playfully tortured her like that for five minutes, fucking her slowly with the cold rubber cock as I shoved a total of twelve big ice cubes inside her pussy. When I'd finished the last one, I flashed my devilish smile. "Do you believe that your cunt's hot now, or do I need to melt another dozen inside you to prove it?"

"NO...GOD NO!" she snapped. "My pussy in on fire, baby...because I'm your dirty little slut!"

She would have said just about anything to try to convince me to stop. At that point, I'd had enough myself and I began to untie her arms from the towel bar. I was ready to move on to other ways to discipline my loving love slave. Lifting her out of the tub, I carried her wet, dripping body to the living quarters, placing her to the table we'd eaten breakfast and lunch on.

I set her on her back, making sure her ass was just hanging over the edge. I grabbed the ropes on her wrists and pulled her arms over her head, tying them to the far legs at the table. Then I took a new rope, threading it though the loop I'd created earlier in the bindings on her left leg, using it to tie her down against the tabletop, making her thigh stick out at a ninety degree angle from her torso. Doing the same thing to her right leg, she was spread wide open in one of the lewdest fashions possible.

She looked at me, her eyes unblinking as I moved to the side and picked up a blindfold off the chair. Bringing to her face, she groaned. But she said nothing as I put it over her face, lifting up her head carefully as I adjusted it. She took a deep breath, knowing what was coming...and the look on her face said she was ready for it.

Ann always seemed to embrace the painful side of submitting herself whenever she decided to become my love slave. It was part of the role she wanted to play, and she had worked herself into the mood she needed to be in to play it. In an odd way, she looked forward to it. She loved testing herself and pushing the limits of her sexuality, both physically and mentally, and I suppose even emotionally. We loved each other more than either of us could possibly have fathomed just months earlier, and with that love came trust. She loved showing and even proving the trust she had in me.

There she was, exposed in a way that made her more vulnerable than she'd ever been in her life. She was tied naked and spread on a table, her eyes blinded by the black mask. I could literally do anything to her that I wanted and there would be nothing she could do about it. By handing over the control she had in her day to day life...the essence of what made her such an amazing, passionate, powerful woman to begin with, she was saying that she loved me so much that she trusted me explicitly. Relinquishing that control to me and allowing me to show her a little pain in exchange for the incredible pleasures I would give her was an emotional experience.

She offered herself to me willingly, her mind ready for what she'd have to endure...just as much as her body was. It was a contest; a game of wills, and I was charged with trying to push her in all those ways; physically, mentally and emotionally. She wanted me to test her; to give her more than she thought she could ever handle, and then give her just a little more. She knew she had a safe word and a loving partner, and that made it easier for her expose and explore a side of her sexuality she found electrifying.

Lying quietly on that table, her body bound and bare, she waited for me to push her deeper into the depths of her growing sexual desires once again. Turning the table, I pushed it back toward the window until she was basking in the warm rays of the sun shining through the glass. The light hit the tiny droplets of water on her bronze skin, making them sparkle. But she was still cold; her nipples looking hard enough to cut the glass of the window next to her.

I'd largely ignored Ann's nipples since she'd become Annabelle once again. In fact, I really hadn't paid as much attention to them as I should have since she'd arrived in West Virginia. That was not only a shame, it was practically a crime. Her nipples were magnificent, and from a purely superficial standpoint, they were one of my favorite parts of her amazing body. You could look at them and tell just how turned on she was. Or you could use them to start the passionate fire that burned inside her.

Yet once she was turned on, those same nipples that helped turn her on, or showed you she WAS turned on, could become even more magical. She loved to have them played with during sex, either as a prelude or as part of the actual fucking. They always seemed to heighten her pleasure, which in turn would make her work harder to please me. But it was when she was being Annabelle that her nipples took on new, almost mystical powers.