Ann: A Love Story Ch. 81

Whenever she transformed into Annabelle, the beautiful nubs on the ends of her perky breasts demanded attention. Actually, they demanded abuse. Somehow, it was like the more they were pinched and pulled and twisted, the more she felt like the dirty slut that she was pretending to be. Wanting to get started, I picked up the nipple clamps off the chair, the same heavy silver ones connected to each other by a chain that we'd used before.

I pinched her right nipple hard between my thumb and finger, if for no other reason than it was closest to me. Squeezing it tightly, she let out a loud yelp and bit her lip as the pain fired along her synapses at light speed, registering in the back of her brain. Her body shook a little, knowing that was just the beginning.

She felt the cold metal touching her nipple and she moaned. "The clamps?"

"Yes, Annabelle...the clamps. Are you sure you're ready for this?" I said, already knowing the answer.

"I told you...yes and no. I'm ready, but I'll never totally be ready, because I don't know what you're going to do to me. And that's what I love about this. Just promise me one thing," she asked softly.

"What's that?"

"Don't hold back," she stated in a strong and firm tone.

"Annabelle, we've been over this before...in Colorado. Do you think I've held back so far today?"

"Oh, GOD...you've been amazing, Neil. I've loved -- "

"You didn't answer my question," I said as I tightened the clamp on her nipple with a couple of quick turns of the little adjustment wheel.

"UUNNNNNHHH...NO! NO Neil! You haven't held back!"

"Then why are you -- "

"Because...we didn't have a chance to talk before we started."

"What are you asking me to do?" I wondered, knowing that she had something in mind.

"There...there are some things in the toy chest. New things."

"I know. You told me you went shopping with Tina. Hell, you're wearing a couple of them."

"I know baby. I wanted to talk to you about them...before today. I just want you to know that you can use whatever you want to use...and please, don't hold back."

"Okay."

"I'm serious baby. If there's something in that toy chest that's new, I bought it. And if I bought it, I bought it for a reason. So don't be scared to use them on me...the way they're supposed to be used."

I placed the other nipple clamp onto Ann's other tit and started to slowly squeeze it tighter and tighter on her tender nub. As I did, I leaned down, whispering into her ear. "If I were you, I'd be more concerned that I'll use them the way in some other way," I teased, making her shiver.

The truth was I didn't really know what I was going to do. I had lots of options, and more ideas than I could possibly do to her in one night. But I knew for sure that whatever I decided, I wouldn't hold back. I'd give her what she wanted, which was to be pushed farther than I'd pushed her the last time.

With the clamps in place, I pulled the chain between them to make sure they were securely attached, stretching her tits toward the ceiling in the process. She groaned as I played with the chain, moving it around, pulling her nipples in different directions. But she held in the scream that was building in her lungs, holding her breath as I made up for ignoring those wonderful nipples for so long.

Eventually, I took the chain and pulled it toward her head. She instinctively knew what to do, opening her mouth so I could place it inside, pulling her tits toward her shoulders in a harsh fashion. She started to close her mouth like she'd done in Colorado, thinking I was going to let her hold the chain that way for a while. Instead, I pulled up the ball gag from around her neck and forced it past her lips, using it the keep the chain where I wanted it.

She groaned knowing that she couldn't just let go of the chain now. She wouldn't have done that anyway...at least, not without permission, but I could tell it was something she hadn't expected. She was uneasy, unable to anticipate what I was going to do even in the situations she'd been through before, and had her very nervous. It was a delightful reaction because that's what she really wanted.

I loved keeping her off guard, looking to find ways to keep her from anticipating what might come next. With her eyes covered, she had to rely on her other senses. Yet I kept taking them away. She couldn't touch anything with her hands tied over her head. And taste was out because her mouth was stuffed full. That left her with just sound and smell, and those were working overtime as I moved back to the trunk to retrieve one of Ann's newest toys.

It was one that Greg, our new realtor was probably very familiar with. He was a former jockey and still trained horses; he had to be familiar with it. I wondered how similar his riding crop was to the one in my hand. The idea that she even had one brought a smile to my face. I wondered what she was thinking when she bought it. How she might have been nervous or excited. She was probably both. And that had me taking the time to prepare something for her for later.

When I came back she turned her head, knowing that I was next to her once again. I gave her pussy a quick lick from the bottom to the top, dragging my tongue across her clit and making her squirm. Then I took off her shoes, throwing them onto the floor next to us.

I started sucking on her toes like I'd done the night before, going back and forth between her feet. While I did, I slowly rubbed my thumb against her swollen clit, making sure I got her close, but always backing off before I let her cum. Yet just as quickly as I'd started pleasuring Ann once again, I abruptly stopped, making her moan.

"I think it's time for more of your punishment, Annabelle. You've been a very naughty slut so far today," I warned as I ran my left hand along her right inner thigh, coming closer and closer to her wet pussy each time I moved in that direction.

She mumbled behind her gag, but she also nodded, letting me know in a way that she was ready. I looked at her hands, which were clenched in fists as she prepared herself for what was about to happen. And then, she relaxed them and the rest of her tense body, lying perfectly still...giving herself to me, the smile behind the gag belying the situation she was in. If I could have seen her eyes, I'm pretty sure I'd have seen desire in them.

I didn't go out of my way to dominate Ann. It was still a rare occasion when we dabbled in bondage and the things that went along with it. Yet I'd obviously thought about it more that I let on. Hell, the way I'd tied Ann to the table was a testament to the fact that I could get into it whenever we decided to do it. I'd even brought a luggage cart into the room, knowing that I'd use it later. And the whip in my hand told me Ann thought about it too.

It had a thin black shaft about two feet long. On the one end was a handle about an inch thick, wrapped with a soft black leather grip that was nicer than most of the ones on most of the tennis rackets I'd ever used. On the other end there was a thin piece of black leather shaped like a price tag; an inch and a half wide and three inches long. Holding it above Ann's naked body, tied spread and helpless to the table as she was, the crop looked both sexy and menacing.

We both knew what we were doing wasn't going to dominate our daily lives...we loved too many other things about our sex life together to settle on just one area of our fantasies, especially that one. But when it came to Ann and me, we both threw ourselves totally into whatever we were doing, sexual or otherwise. Our approach was that if we were going to do something, we wanted whatever it was to be real and authentic. Half-assing our way through life wasn't good enough...we wanted our marriage to be full of life and adventure, and the only way to do that was to go all out.

She challenged me, mentally, emotionally and physically, in everything she did. She brought out the best in me, and I hoped I did the same to her. I wanted to be her husband, but more importantly, I wanted to be her partner...someone that made her feel loved and whole as a woman. She gave that love back to me tenfold.

Oddly, as I stood next to her with a whip in my hand, I still felt that love from her. It was hard to grasp how doing something that would give her pain brought us closer, but in its own way, it did. As I watched her sexy, clamped tits rise and fall with her deep breathing, I knew what I had to do. She was Annabelle, and Annabelle had expectations. She wanted the stinging feeling that being punished would provide, and she wanted it now.

The sound of the crop swooshing through the air was quickly followed by the cracking snap of the leather patch at the end of it landing against her soft skin. I'd aimed at the sole of her left foot, hitting her flush with a semi-hard blow. I didn't go all out, wanting to judge her reaction, which was a full body flinch followed by a loud squeal into the rubber ball stuffed in her mouth.

The next blow was softer, and her body language told me everything I needed to know. It wasn't hard enough for her. The third was harder than the first, making a louder smack...one that I knew had to sting. A deep, guttural groan came from somewhere inside her chest, escaping out her nostrils in a hard exhale as she arched her back. It was exactly the reaction I'd hoped for; one of both pain and pleasure. I finished striking Ann's left foot, making nine strokes that created the same erotic response.

Instead of moving to her other foot, I started striking the inside of her right biceps, making her squeal. Part of it was from the pain itself, but most of her reaction came from being unable to anticipate. I'd chosen what she had to feel was an innocuous place on her body, and that startled her. In fact, I was sure she hadn't considered that I might use the whip on her foot to begin with. That was the beauty of it all. She obviously bought the whip with an idea of how it would feel on her ass. I was abusing her entire body, and she had no idea where I'd strike next. She would have been beside herself...if she hadn't been tied to the table like she was.

I used the riding crop to sting Ann's body in numerous places...in random order. I used her other foot like I had the first, as well as her other biceps. Add to that the inside of both of her thighs, the sides of her taught, slender stomach, and the underside of both of her breasts, near the tender nipples that were being pinched and stretched out by the clamps.

She was reeling. I could see the tears rolling down her cheeks from underneath the mask. And yet, she never came close to signaling me to stop. She still had her hands open, refusing to ball them up into a fist, which would have been a sign that she was struggling with what I was doing to her. Sure, she was flinching and moving, fighting against her restraints as I hit sensitive parts of her sexy body. And she was whaling with each blow. But one look between her lewdly spread legs told the real story. Her clit was exposed and engorged, appearing larger than I'd ever seen it. And her cunt wasn't just dripping. It was running; the clear fluid flowing over the big black cap of the butt plug stuffed deep into her ass.

I couldn't resist taking a few pictures of her the way she was, capturing the red marks from where the whip had blotched her tanned skin. Then I returned my attentions to that glorious, splayed cunt...turning the whip around to place the handle against the open hole. I pressed forward slightly, or at least I thought so. She was so slick, the entire handle slipped inside her in one quick motion. It startled her as much as it did me, but I started fucking her with it for a little bit and she quickly built toward what was going to be a huge, violent orgasm.

I wasn't ready for Ann to cum though. Not yet. I pulled out the handle and turned it around, rubbing the leather tongue of the crop against her clit. She started to whimper as she moved her lower body ever so slightly, trying to create some kind of friction. But I had other ideas. I remembered spanking her bare cunt earlier with my open palm and how wild that seemed to make her.

"This is going to be interesting," I thought to myself as I raised the crop.

The first blow landed just above her pussy, directly on her golden strip of pubic hair. It was a sharp strike, hitting her pubic bone and it made a frightening sound. She froze, letting out an animalistic growl that was just as scary. But at the same time she was trembling from what I'd done...there was a hint of a smile behind that gag in her mouth. The next shot was slightly lower, coming closer to her pussy. That's when she realized where I was heading, and she actually tried to move her body up so that I'd hit her pussy sooner.

That made me realize that she actually wanted me to hit her clit. "Ah...ah...ah, Annabelle. You're not getting off that easy," I said, meaning both her punishment and her seemingly frantic need for another orgasm. "Now that you've moved I have to start all over."

And I did, randomly smacking Ann with the crop in all the places I'd already hit before. I even added a couple of ones, just to keep her off balance and fraught with nervous anticipation. When I finished the second tour around her body, she was a twitching, turned on mess. I was surprised she didn't start cumming just from me looking at her clit...and I know she would have erupted if I touched it with the very tip of my tongue.

Instead, I did what she wanted me to do all along. But this time, there were no warning shots. I raised the crop over her spread pussy, my wrist snapping forward quickly. The crop whooshed through the air; the leather tongue landing flush on her engorged clit with a resounding smack. She screamed into her gag...her body tensing, fists clenched tightly as she fought against the ropes. But before the fiery sting in her pussy could subside, the second blow landed...harder than the first. That was quickly followed by a third even harder.

When I'd finished the twelve I'd promised, she was quivering...and dangerously close to cumming. Her head was thrashing back and forth as she whimpered, sounding like a cross between a whiny child and a wounded cat. And that made sense, since her pussy was now sore, and she was pleading with me the only way she could, wanting me to give her what she so desperately needed. Glancing at the clock on the nightstand, I knew we had a lot of time left in our evening, and that was good. I still had things I wanted to do with her.

I was torn between denying her orgasm even further and allowing her to cum. I really wanted to keep her from cumming, because I wanted to push her to her limits and beyond...and in a way, force her to that magical breaking point where she wanted to be taken. Then again, I wanted her to cum. I wanted to see what she'd do under the circumstances. And that would give me the opportunity to keep playfully torturing her for having another orgasm without permission. The two options were so intriguing to me, I decided to compromise with myself. I'd let her cum, but only under specific circumstances.

It was more of a circumstance, really. Just one. But it was rather specific. If she wanted to cum, it was going to happen with the crop. She'd said she didn't want me holding back. She'd said she bought the things she had because she wanted me to use them. To me, the best way to allow her to cum was by doing what she asked me to do.

I started rapping her clit with the tongue of the crop. They were sharp, crisp blows, coming one after the other in rapid succession. I was snapping my wrist fast, the up and down movements short and steady. I wasn't striking her as hard as I had before, but because the blows were relentless, the effect was pretty much the same.

The leather was landing directly against her clit and most of her pussy. The wet, smacking sound it was making was one of the sexiest things I'd ever heard; the sounds of pure, raw, dirty sex. Added in with the primal animal growls and screams she was making, and it became filthier...and sluttier. My cock strained against my pants as I watched her start to cum.

She was beautiful. Her bronze skin gleaming in the fading sunlight, slick with sweat, covered with red marks from the crop. Her hair was matted and tangled, mascara-stained tears running down her cheeks from underneath her blindfold. Her muscles were contorting and straining against the rope binds; her body showing its athletic power, as well as its feminine grace.

As her climax hit, I reached up with my left hand and tightened the clamps on her sensitive nipples, making her go off I'd throw a match into a fireworks factory. It was the hardest orgasm I'd ever seen her have; the violent, body ravaging kind. Maybe it was just because she was tied up in such a harsh, constrictive manner on the table, but her pussy was practically gushing as I pounded on it with the riding crop.

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"Are you okay, babe?" I asked as I held the cold compress against Ann's head.

"Sure...why" she answered, almost too quickly.

"You passed out, that's why."

"No I didn't."

"Yes...you did," I laughed as I pulled the compress away and started untying her hands from the table.

"Neil, I'm fine," she scoffed, trying to reassure me that she was okay.

She came with such force that she'd crashed, her body giving out and going limp for a moment to let her recover. I'd seen her do it before, but never in such a dramatic way. It was like somebody pulled her plug. She had her orgasm and then she just shut down. Of course, she was telling me she hadn't, and perhaps she didn't totally faint. But that didn't stop me from rushing to the bathroom and wetting a washcloth to help her snap out of it.

Wanting to make sure she could breathe easily, I removed the ball gag from her mouth, along with the chain pulling her nipples so hard. I left the mask over her eyes, not worried about whether she could see at the moment. I was more concerned about her coming to, and she did rather quickly. In fact, she was suddenly animated as I worked at untying the ropes binding her wrists from the table legs.

"W...what are you doing?" she whined, craning her neck to see, even though her eyes were covered.

I knew from the way she said it that she thought I was going to stop. I'd been concerned at first and she had to believe that I felt I'd gone too far. But I knew I hadn't. Sure, I was worried that she was okay, but I knew the instant she responded that she was. Actually, I knew it when I pulled the gag from her mouth and she unknowingly sighed, "God...Yes," under her breath. Besides, it was only 9PM. There was no way I was stopping before midnight...not unless she said her safe word.

"I'm untying you," I replied, knowing she was about to get upset. But she couldn't see my grin as I finished freeing her hands, moving back around the table to untie the ones holding her bent legs spread wide against the table.

"Neil, I'm fine. Please."

"Please what?"

"I...I don't want to stop."

"Who said anything about stopping?"

"W...we're not done?" she asked sheepishly.

"No, babe, I'm far from being done with you. You just came without permission again. The way you're going, I may just have to keep you as my love slave tomorrow too."

"Tomorrow?"

I let out an evil chuckle and said, "Uh huh...I have the day off."

"You DO!" she said excitedly. Finishing with her legs, I reached up to twist the clamp on her left nipple, making it tighter. "Oh...FUCK!"

"Yes, I do. Jeff was happy with what I've done this week and he gave me the day off. And like I said, I may to use it to keep you like this."

Ann panicked again, her face twisting as she struggled with what I'd just told her. I had an idea of what it was and I adjusted her other nipple clamp as I waited for her to tell me. Cursing again, feeling the searing pain run through her breast, she tried to compose herself. But instead, she blurted out, "Neil, we can't tomorrow. I've -- "