Getting Together with Sara

The tie she had made left me with very purple balls, the skin of my scrotum pulled tightly around them, and my cock was incredibly hard. I knew that cumming with my balls pulled away like this was going to be harder than usual.

She hadn't finished though. Sara then pulled the loose end of the rope towards her. I had little movement in my bonds but thrust my hips forward as much as I could to reduce the pressure on my swelling cock and balls. Once my movement stopped, she pulled the rope downwards and tied it off on the spindle between the front legs of the chair. I was completely immobile, feeling constant pressure.

Sara looked very pleased with the result and took hold of my very hard cock. She stroked up and down, teasing the pre-cum from me and rubbing it around the purple head of my cock.

"I really like you like this," she said, looking me straight in the eyes. I couldn't do much but smile back at her. "When I saw you tied up at work I felt hornier than I'd ever felt before."

She kept stroking my cock until I started to feel my orgasm building again. My cock twitched and she carried on teasing the very swollen head with her thumb. As I got closer and closer I felt the pressure building in my balls as they tried to constrict. I felt my cock start to spasm and Sara just let go and moved away from me. My cock was bouncing up and down, looking for sensation but none was there. Pre-cum was oozing from me.

Sara stood and went behind me again. I heard her rummage through the stuff she'd brought in from the bedroom. I sensed her standing behind me and all of a sudden I was in darkness as she placed a blindfold over my eyes. She pulled the buckle tight at the back. I then sensed her moving around me.

I jumped a little as I felt her pinch my left nipple, she pulled and tweaked it. Then pain. I recognised the familiar bite from the nipple clamp. This was repeated on my right nipple. The pain seemed less as my endorphins kicked it. I was surrendering to my enhanced sensations.

Although I could no longer see her, I sensed her sitting down in the armchair next to me. Every second started to feel like minutes or even hours as I longed for stimulation. I heard a buzzing noise and realised that Sara had one of my wand vibrators. Her breathing increased. She was playing with herself as I just sat there aching for her touch.

I felt a hand grip my hard cock. There was very little movement, just pressure. My cock had become her handle, she was hanging on to steady herself. I could hear her breathing increase and the volume of the buzzing changed as she rubbed the vibrator hard against herself. I was sat there and I was just becoming a hard cock crying out for release. I could only focus on my cock as she held on to it. I felt nothing else.

I could hear Sara's juices with the buzzing. Her breathing increased steadily until she released a long moan. Her grip on my cock, on me, increased as she rode her first orgasm. She rubbed my cock, almost aggressively, avoiding the head but making me swell, increasing my ache. It wasn't enough stimulation to bring me closer but my desire for release continued to grow.

I felt her move around me continuing her attack on my cock. A hand was planted on the middle of my chest. It moved and suddenly the clamp on my left nipple was released. I almost screamed. The hand on my cock started stroking the full length, my pre-cum lubricating the whole length of my being. The right clamp was removed and as the pain flooded through me the hand on my cock just kept pumping. Although distracted I felt my orgasm approach and tensed. My breathing was rapid and my whole body started to tremble.

I felt the first spasm start at the base of my cock and suddenly the grip on my cock was released. I felt myself twitch as cum flowed from me but there was no orgasm, no sensation of release. My cum oozed from me with no relief. As I sat there, dripping, I was aware of Sara moving around me. My cock bounced as if it was seeking her out.

Time became vague to me, and I don't know how long passed but the next sensation I felt was the touch of Sara's legs against my knees. Again, her hand wrapped around the base of my cock, but this time gently. I felt it slowly moving upwards towards the head, coating my entire length with my spilt juice. I must have softened slightly but the tickling from her fingers soon had me hard and aching again.

Then Sara moved closer, her legs outside my own. She lowered herself and I felt her guide my aching cock as she lowered herself. My sensitive cock head met with no resistance as she impaled herself. I felt her full weight upon me as I was taken deeper into her. Her breasts were against my now sensitive nipples and her arms wrapped around me.

I felt her rise a little and then drop down again. It felt as if she was trying to drive me even deeper. She repeated this motion a few times and then added a slight forward and backward movement to her hips so her pubic bone ground into mine. She started to lift herself a little higher each time and I was aware of her breathing becoming once again deeper.

I was aching for a release that seemed to be coming closer again. Her pussy was milking me as she rode herself to orgasm, dragging her pleasure from me. She hugged me harder as she began to quiver on my cock and rapidly drove her hips back and forth. Her head dropped onto my shoulder as she came. I longed for her movements to continue, to milk me and give me the relief I longed for.

After a few moments, which could have been hours, Sara lifted herself from me. My hard cock felt cold as it was released from her depths. I could only sit there and wait for whatever would follow.

Sara sat in the armchair next to me again. I had started to soften but I felt her hand settle on my belly just above my cock. Slowly her hand moved closer to my cock, and she again stroked me gently to full hardness. She kept teasing me like this for what seemed an age. I was already aching for true release and the feeling just carried on growing.

I heard the buzz of the wand vibrator again. I was so envious of Sara. She was so near and enjoying the relief that I desired so much. As she came again, she gripped tightly onto my cock, her thumb constantly rubbing on the very sensitive head, making me twitch but not quite bringing me close enough.

After another short interlude, I felt Sara kneeling in front of me again. She took hold of my cock firmly and I felt her hair on my inner thighs as she took the head into her mouth. I felt her tongue swirling around my sensitive cock head as her hand started to steadily milk me. My pre-cum mixed with her spit provided lubrication for her hand as she steadily increased the pace. I felt my juices rising again.

My body started to tense up as I approached my orgasm. She maintained her pace with her mouth sucking hard on me. I felt myself getting closer and closer to release.

Suddenly she lifted her head away from me but kept milking my cock with her hand. Her other hand took hold of my swollen balls and squeezed quite gently. I felt my cock pulled down slightly to point at her and she continued the milking motion. I exploded. I felt spurt after spurt of hot cum erupt from my body. Her hand was relentless, and she kept going, way beyond what was required until I became ridiculously sensitive and my whole body twitched violently with every stroke.

Her timing was superb. She slowed her hand as it became too much for me to bear. I felt her finger lightly teasing my twitching cock but the relief from my orgasm compensated for the sensations.

The contact slowed and stopped, and I then felt her rise and come to my side. A hard, wet nipple was placed in my mouth. "Lick," she instructed. I started to and realised that she milked me onto her breasts. I swallowed down the cum and licked her clean. I was rewarded with the other nipple, equally hard and coated with my cum. She switched from side to side until I had licked her clean.

As I was finishing my cleaning task she loosened and removed the blindfold. It took a little while for my eyes to become accustomed to the light again.

Sara then moved away from me, picked up a towel and used it to wipe something off of the sideboard. It was five or six feet away from me.

"When you came the first lot went straight over my shoulder," she said, grinning at me. "You must have really needed that."

I nodded in agreement.

Satisfied with her cleaning she came back over to me and started slowly releasing me. She took hold of my flaccid but sensitive cock and lifted it as she unbound my still-swollen balls. Once they were free she patted them, stood and went behind me. She released my legs and I slowly moved them around to the front of the chair as she untied my wrists.

I sat there, a little stunned, and quite drained.

"That was all good for a start. You're a quick learner," I said. I looked over at the clock and realised that she'd had me tied for just over four hours. I was surprised I didn't feel hungry.

"Would you have done it differently?" She asked.

"How I would have done it is sort of irrelevant. It was great to see, or at least feel, you acting with so much confidence. You took the lead and didn't falter."

"Have you been tied like that before? To a chair I mean." I could see there were going to be lots of questions.

"I've been tied in a similar fashion," I replied. "I've been tied more loosely, and more strictly on a couple of occasions."

"What was done to you?"

"Over the years I've been teased, tortured, whipped, used, milked... One lady did tickle me, but only once. Tickling for me is most definitely a hard limit."

"Do you feel satisfied now?"

"I should ask the same question. You had me tied, therefore the satisfaction should be yours. How I feel shouldn't be as important. I say it shouldn't --I've always felt that it is. I've always liked to try and find a balance and make sure all participants are happy. I enjoyed the anticipation and the frustration, and had a very good orgasm in the end."

"I know what you mean. I had some very good orgasms and enjoyed myself immensely. I did like ruining your first orgasm. You were twitching away and the cum was just pouring out, there was so much of it. I was worried that I'd overdone it and was really happy when you stayed hard. I was amazed at how much cum you got on my tits at the end and how far you shot over my shoulder. I loved it when you licked me clean. You're the first person to do that for me. That really turns me on." Her smile reminded me of the Cheshire cat.

I smiled back at her.

Sara was still on a bit of a high and bounded off into the kitchen. She returned with two coffees. We sat together on the sofa, still naked.

"I hope I don't sound greedy, but I'd love to try more if you feel up to it?" Her questions seemed to be more of a challenge than one of genuine concern.

"What did you have in mind?" I asked.

"Karen said you were very good with impact play. I found all sorts of floggers and paddles and canes when I was in the bedroom. Could you show me how to use them properly?"

"I can, but we should probably shower again, and then sort some food out. I'm not particularly hungry right now but we both need to eat. Once we've eaten and chilled for a while, we can have a bit more of a play. You might regret it though. How would you explain bruises to John?"

"He's away until Monday afternoon and to be honest he's a bit of a 'lights off' man. He probably wouldn't notice. I never walk around our place naked. I tried it once all he did was frown at me. I do love him but it's more platonic. I feel bad about it but I'm pretty sure he feels the same way."

"That sounds sad, but I know what you mean. I'm still friends with my ex-wife, but the spark went out a long time ago. I remember the feeling of loneliness when we were still together." I felt the conversation was becoming a bit too depressing.

"I haven't regretted anything yet," Sara said, smiling. "If you're going to let me loose with your flogger, maybe you'll have regrets."

I smiled at this. "Right, let's get cleaned up a bit."

I stood, grabbed my robe and headed for the bathroom. Sara followed close behind. I got a couple of fresh towels from the cupboard, and we waited for the water to warm up before getting in together. It was more or less a repeat of our earlier shower without the urgency. We washed one another, and, as before, Sara spent more time than necessary washing my cock which had me semi-hard, and I spent plenty of time lathering up and rubbing her pussy which had her breathing heavily and shifting her weight from foot to foot again.

Once clean and pleasantly aroused we both wandered into the bedroom to dry ourselves off. I put my robe back on and offered Sara a T-shirt which she declined.

"I love being naked like this, with you," she said. I was pleasantly surprised by the "with you".

I headed back down the hallway and Sara lingered in the bedroom, gathering her weapons. She came into the living room and plonked an assortment of floggers and paddles on the floor. She also brought through a cane which she carried under her arm. She placed this, more carefully, perhaps respectfully, standing against the armchair.

After a brief discussion about possible foods, I ordered pizzas. There was over an hour of waiting time. I went into the kitchen and opened a bottle of wine, a Montepulciano as I recall. I brought the bottle and two glasses back into the living room. Sara was standing in the middle of the room swishing the cane through the air.

"We could start practising while we wait for the food," she suggested.

"I think we should start with something a little gentler," I replied, taking the cane from her hand and placing it on the armchair. "I only know a few people who can take a cane cold. As with all of these things, it's best to start slowly and build up to greater things."

"OK. What should we do then?" She was still bobbing from side to side.

"I reckon we should start with some spanking, then paddle or flogger. The cane, if you can handle it, definitely comes last."

I sat on the sofa and gestured for her to come over to me. I took her hand and had her lie across my thighs. I placed my hand on her bottom. I did note how beautifully her bottom framed her slightly puffy pussy lips in this position.

I lifted my hand and she flinched, tensing herself. I spanked her quite gently, once on each buttock. She seemed to relax. I repeated the spanks, increasing the force just a little. As she relaxed more it was delightful seeing her bottom quiver. I kept at this until both of her cheeks we starting to glow a nice rosy red. Her pussy lips had swollen more and her juices were visibly starting to flow.

"Right, I'd like you to stand for the next bit," I said. She quite literally leapt up. She was far too keen.

I got up and, picking up a leather flogger, stood behind her. I placed a hand on her back, so she bent forwards. She naturally placed her hands on her knees.

"The paddles are great if you don't have big strong hands. I prefer a flogger because you can get more sensations from it." As I said this, I trailed the leather tails slowly down her back from her shoulder to her backside. I did this to both sides of her body and I'm sure that she quivered.

"You decide if you want it to be painful or not." As soon as I'd said this, I whipped the tails across her backside. She tensed from the shock but quickly relaxed again.

"You can use a flogger almost anywhere just keep them away from the kidneys, here." As I said "kidneys", I stroked the tails across her lower back, just below her ribcage and then gently whipped the tails up between her legs, whipping her pussy. She flinched again.

I then started to wave the flogger from side to side, stinging each buttock in turn. Now and then I'd change the angle and bring the tails up against her pussy. I steadily increased each strike's speed and left small red marks on each of her buttocks. She was still moving her weight from one foot to the other and I could see her juices running down her thighs. The ends of some of the tails on the flogger had darkened with her wetness.

When her backside started to glow a darker red, I asked her, "Would you like to try the cane now?" I was sure that her endorphins would provide some pain relief.

"Yes, please," she replied. I did wonder if she'd been caned before.

"Right. You'll feel me tapping your backside with the cane. Each tap might sting a little. Then you'll feel a proper stroke. I think we'll start with three. I want you to count them out loud and say thank you for each one."

"OK," she replied. Her voice sounded slightly nervous.

I picked up the cane and started to tap it across both of her buttocks. It would have stung each time. Once I had covered her whole backside with small taps, I raised the cane and brought it down hard on her bottom.

She flinched again and her whole body seemed to tense up.

"One. Thank you."

I started tapping again, watching the weal start to rise where the cane hard met her flesh. Having covered her backside again I raised the cane for the second time and brought it down with a resounding "swish", being careful to avoid the initial weal.

"Two. Thank you." Her voice sounded a little shaky.

I repeated the tapping and then gave her her third stroke of the cane.

"Three. Thank you." The shakiness seemed to have faded a little.

"Would you like to try more? Go up to six, or maybe twelve strokes?" I asked.

"Si-, no twelve." Although she hesitated, she sounded confident.

The three welts were already glowing angrily across her backside.

I carried on. Her inner thighs were becoming slick with her juices as the weals slowly increased.

"Four. Thank you."

"Five. Thank you."

"Six. Thank you."

I was running out of space so adjusted my angle. The cane would cross where it had already met her flesh.

"Seven. Thank you."

"Eight. Thank you."

Small spots of blood appeared where the welts crossed over one another. The first was already darkening to black.

"Nine. Thank you."

Ten. Thank you."

As the tenth stroke crossed her backside, I noticed her quiver. She tensed up a little and adjusted herself, taking her hands from her knees, shaking them, and then replacing them.

I paused as she moved, expecting her to use a safe word, but when none was forthcoming I continued. I had reduced the tapping by now. I maintained the power of each stroke, careful not to add more force.

"Eleven. Thank you."

"Twelve. Thank you."

"Well done. Stay exactly as you are for a moment."

I rushed down the corridor and grabbed a bottle of arnica gel I kept in the bathroom cabinet.

Returning to the living room I found Sara had not moved at all. Her backside was a crisscross of darkening welts. I picked up my phone a snapped a couple of photos.

I then squeezed a healthy glob of gel from the bottle and rubbed it across both of my hands. She flinched once more as her hands touched her flesh, the cold gel immediately providing some relief from the burning. I made sure that I coated her whole backside.

"How was that?" I asked her.

"I'm not sure how to describe it," she said as she stood up. "It was the most pain I've ever felt, but it was so arousing at the same time." She twisted around trying to look at her bottom. I held up my phone and showed her the photos I'd just taken.

"Wow. That's fantastic," she said. "It looks horrible and beautiful at the same time. I think that I actually had an orgasm while you were caning me. I felt it as you gave me the tenth stroke. It was very intense. The pain became a pleasure."

"There's a fine line." Damn, that sounded so corny.

The doorbell rang. Saved by the bell.

The pizza delivery man announced himself on the intercom and I buzzed him in. I went to the front door to collect our food. Sara remained in the living room; I'd half expected her to want to flash the man and expand her experiences further.