Night Fun

With the slightest nudge, he moves toward the stairs, down into the basement, where he takes in the whole scene. Never in his life has he been in a room like this, and the novelty is slightly overwhelming. Should he be afraid? Turned on? Angry? Confusion sets in, as he realizes that he, also, is completely out of control of the situation.

I walk him over near you, so that he can take you in, all stretched out and beautiful. He tries to speak, to ask how you’re doing, concerned for your well being. But as the muffled sounds come through the gag, I give a little tug on the collar, causing him to choke slightly and cough. I keep him just far enough away that he can’t touch you. He smells the sex on you from before, and gets aroused at the memory of just a short time ago. His arousal begins to show in his jeans, and you take note.

I tie the far end of the leash to a steel hoop in the floor, maintaining enough lead for him to get within a few feet, but not close enough to touch you.

Casually, I head toward the table of toys, picking up first a horse whip, giving it a snap, putting it down. Then a feather duster with a black ribbed handle. I tickle the underside of my chin with the feather, and decide this will be a good place to start. With the other hand, I gingerly pick up the candlestick from the same table and head back to the stretcher. I walk around you slowly, several times, eyeing you from every angle. The candle drips wax down onto my hand, burning my skin slightly, causing me to smile. I work my way behind you, tickling the back of your neck with the feather, then down your spine to the top of your ass, where I let it rest. The sensation of the feather brushing down your vertebrae causes you to squirm, pushing your chest out, then your belly. As it reaches your low back, the sensations from our passion at the beach begin to come back. The slight ache in your groin becomes more pronounced, as you think of those beads in your ass. I remove the feather from your low back, and start again at the back of your ankle, slowly dragging it up the back of your leg. The sensation is ticklish, and arousing at the same time. As the feather brushes up your hamstring and reaches the base of your ass, your entire leg becomes sensitized. I start from the other ankle, working my way up to the inside of your leg this time, teasing the inside of one thigh, then the other. I bring it up against the fabric of your panties, and gently stroke a number of times, causing you to writhe and sigh heavily. The feather travels up your ass, tickling first the left cheek, then the right, then to the outside of your thigh.

You can feel my body heat as I come in close to your back, pushing my groin into you, pushing my chest into your back. I kiss the base of your neck lightly, nibbling up the side to your earlobe, which I gently suck into my mouth. The sensation you were feeling in your legs now seems to have traveled up your spine, and is encompassing the whole of your body. With the feather, I tickle the underside of one arm, then the other, causing goose bumps from head to toe.

I bring the candlestick over your shoulder, allowing you to see the flame in front of you. Slowly, I tip the candle so wax drips down the side. It hits my hand first, rolling slightly then congealing. I tip more, and the wax drips off onto the floor. As you begin to understand what is about to happen, your body stiffens, expecting the worst. But as the first drip hits the skin on your chest, the initial sting dissipates quickly and turns to a sensual heat. The next drip hits your nipple, which is more sensitized, but similarly the sting goes almost instantaneously, giving way to a heat which causes it to become erect. The following drips pile on top of the first, removing the stinging, leaving only the warmth. I move to the other side, and by now you have grasped that the pain is minimal, whereas the pleasure is quite nice. Your nipple becomes erect even before the first drip comes into contact.

I set the candle on the floor behind me and go back to work with the feather, teasing the underside of your breasts and your belly. You are surprised to find that the areas around your sides, which are normally very ticklish, are now sensitive in a very different way. The light touch of the feather sends tingling sensations directly to your brain, and directly to your pussy.

My next trip to the “toy store” brings me to the ice bucket. I reach in and pull out a ten-inch dildo made from ice, with a leather handle attached. I look it over thoughtfully, and make my way back to where you are. Picking up the candle again, I contemplate how to proceed. I begin by touching the side of your face with the dildo. You feel the cold immediately, and pull away. I run it down the underside of your chin, then up the other side. The immediate reaction of discomfort gives way to more of an interest. In the heat of the room, the coldness feels slightly refreshing. And besides, you know that you can’t stop me from doing what I want to do anyway, so you give in to it. Circling your lips, they part slightly. I insert the ice cock slightly into your mouth, gently massaging the insides of your lips, then out. I run the ice down the side of your neck, then to your chest. Slowly, methodically, I work it down to the right breast, circling the entire breast, then working to the center. The nipple, already hard under the wax, reacts strongly to the variances in temperature, getting harder and bigger. I drip more wax, then rub with the ice. As I rub, I set the candle down and gently pick at the wax on the left breast. It peels away, leaving the nipple exposed and slightly raw. I touch it with the ice, causing you to flinch. I circle the areola, which has become puffy now, then work my way to the outer edges of the breast, then drip wax on the nipple again. It is red now under the wax. I decide it’s time to move on.

I run the ice dildo between your breasts, down to your belly, where I slowly run it along the soft center ridge, around your navel. I notice that you squirm when I get near your navel; how novel! Circling the outside, I work my way to the center, pushing gently against it, then back around the perimeter. Down the front I go, cooling your lower abdomen, to the top of your underwear, then back up again. I work my way down to your pussy which is engorged, and soaking your panties. The cold of the ice through your underwear, anything but arousing, calms the heat of your passion. The idea of ten inches of hard ice in the hands of a mad man, however, counteracts the initial chill, as you push hard into the toy, pushing it, along with your panties, inside the hot, wet folds of your pussy. The shock of that cold inside you is too much, and you pull away. Backing off, I continue to tease your thighs, then approach your pussy again. You feel the coldness, and you back against the restraints, but I keep coming. I bend down on my knee, tease with the ice, then kiss your outer lips with my hot mouth, licking and nibbling, blowing warm air onto you. I probe with the dildo again, pushing inside you through your underwear, then remove it. Pulling aside your panties, I lick all around the outside, suckling on your clit till it’s warmed up again, then push my tongue inside you as far as I can. I can feel the coolness from the ice still lingering. But as I work my tongue, face buried in your pussy, the coolness is replaced by intense heat, as you moan and writhe.

I bring the ice piece up to your nose, so that you can smell the smell of your excitement. Pushing against your lips, your mouth opens, allowing the dildo to slide in, just the head at first, then in to the shaft, then down your throat. You gag slightly on it, but suck it in, thinking of Rusty’s explosion back in the truck. I remove the ice from your mouth, and give you a deep kiss, again allowing your face and mouth to warm up.

Rusty, meanwhile, sits looking on, feeling dejected. He realizes that there’s nothing he can do to stop me from teasing and torturing; vows to get me when I’m not looking. I untie the gag, saying in a calm voice, “We are in the presence of a lady. Ultimate respect will be shown at all times”. He stretches his mouth, works his tongue in an attempt to get the saliva back flowing, and takes a deep breath.

“Respect for her I have no problem with. You, on the other hand…” I give a slight tug on the leash, just to remind him of who is in control. He coughs again, and falls quiet, although from the heavy breathing, I can tell he still has a few things he would like to say.

“ I’m going to remove the cuffs temporarily for a specific reason. Good behavior will be rewarded with more freedom from them.”

“What do you consider to be good behavior?” he growls back at me.

“Ultimate respect for the lady, myself, your circumstances”, say I, maintaining full composure. “I will not abide violence, verbal or otherwise, toward any party involved here. The first indication, and you will be banished to voyeur role for the entirety”.

Rusty thinks long and hard, realizing that if he plays along, at a minimum, he enjoys participation, and at a maximum, he gets to thoroughly kick my ass.

“I think I can go along with your rules” he states, after several minutes of internal debate.

“Good. Then we can begin. The first thing I will need you to do is remove your clothing.”
“All of it? You want me to strip in front of you? Are you some kind of perv, or what?”
“ This is not a very good way to begin our newly negotiated relationship, now is it?” I ask, and give the collar a tug.

Rusty goes into an extended coughing jag. After getting his breathing under control again, he rasps out, “Alright already, your rules”.

I unlatch the cuffs from behind his back, allowing him free movement to shrug his shoulders, and rub his wrists. “Thanks, I thought my arms would fall off there for a while”.

“So, you may begin disrobing when you are ready. Take your time; tantalize the lady” I say. I look over at you, making sure you have been attending to all that is taking place. From the concerned look on your face, I can tell that you see exactly what is going on. I reassure you that the most difficult part is over.

Rusty slowly starts unbuttoning his shirt, looking longingly at you, smiling a slight smile. You smile back, feeling compassion for his situation, wanting him more than ever to be close to you. As he works his way down his shirt, you fantasize about the way his chest feels against yours, how warm it is, how it feels as he moves against you.

He goes for the boots, untying the laces as gracefully as he can, removing them and tossing them aside. He leaves the socks on and goes for the jeans next. Unbuttoning the top button first, he starts getting into it now, gyrating his hips, fucking the air, thinking about thrusting into your hot, receptive body. His cock gets hard thinking about you as he pulls down the zipper, relieving the strain. He peals away his jeans, slowly, suggestively, putting on a show for you. As his pants get down to his ankles, he kicks them away. Standing there in his underwear, he gets self-conscious again, looking at me with daggers in his eyes. I look away in an attempt to lessen the awkwardness for him. He drops his underwear and stands there, feeling exposed.

I toss him a cock ring, black leather with metal studs. “You won’t need help with this, I assume” I say. He gives it a quick look, pulls a couple of times on his cock, then slips it over and down to the base, pulling his balls through. The way it rides up against his body, it forces his dick to stand out, and with the restriction of blood, it gets bigger and harder.

I untie the leash from the steel hoop, and allow him to go to you. As he approaches, he immediately tries to kiss you, but I keep a good hold on the leash, and stop him just before he can reach you. He doesn’t pull; he’s learning.

“On your knees”, I command, and he drops in front of you. His face is at your crotch, and he sees your pussy, swollen and waiting inside your soaked panties. The smell of sex is strong, and a strong aphrodisiac. I release the tension from the leash, allowing his head to move forward. He kisses you down there, while looking up into your face. You look down as best you can, seeing his eyes, feeling him touch you. He kisses you again, and with all the conflicting sensations of the past hour, your body starts to shake. He reaches out with his tongue, forcing it into your panties; forcing the fabric up into you. With this, you moan loudly and shake from another impending orgasm. Taking his cue, he works his tongue in and out, up and down in your wet slit, bumping against your clit with each stroke, till you scream with passion. He grabs your ass and squeezes, forcing his tongue in deeper, pushing his nose against your clit, and moving in and out as you gyrate.

Your orgasm subsides slightly, and I tell Rusty, “It’s time to stand up.” He stands in front of you, his erection huge, the tip of his cock stretched and purple. He rubs it against you, and you can feel the heat coming off of it. You want it in you, as you pump your pussy against it. Looking into his eyes, you kiss deeply, your mouth on fire along with the rest of your body. He pulls your panties down till they won’t go any further and looks at you, seeing you more turned on than he ever has before. He rests his swollen cock against your pussy and feels the heat emanating from within. With one strong thrust, he’s in, filling you to the brink. You buck and pull against the restraints, rocking your hips, riding his prick like a bull rider gone mad. Every time you push forward, he goes in to the hilt, and the studs from the cock ring push against your pelvis. Eventually, you settle into a rhythm, him pulling back till his cock almost falls out, then pushing all the way in, then humping and grinding hard against you, then pulling back out. You can feel the swollen head of his cock as it moves in and out, hitting every nerve along the way, bringing you to the brink.

As you get into it with Rusty, you have almost forgotten my existence. I, meanwhile, have removed my clothing, and am greasing up my pole with AstroGlide. You are slightly surprised when you feel my warm hands massaging your ass, but then get into the sensation, and go back to your thrusting. My finger finds your delectable asshole, and finds its way inside. The sensation of my finger in you causes your ass and pussy to clench, then relax, then clench again. I take my finger out, and rest the tip of my rock hard dick against your flower. With the lubricant from before, along with the recent application, the tip slides in easily. Now, every time you move back, I go in a little further, then you move forward and Rusty goes in. The stimulation is almost too much to bear, so you stop for a minute. Rusty and I look at each other, and thrust slowly, evenly at the same time. The two of us in there at the same time fills you up, forcing him into your G spot, and causing you to go off like a rocket. You scream and shake violently, both holes gripping tight to their respective fillings, sucking them further in. We keep up our pumping, increasing the speed, both of us gasping and grunting. Faster, harder, all bodies moving in sync,

till there’s no way to hold back. We release, filling you with hot jism from both ends. The hot liquid, along with the tensing of bodies all around, causes you to orgasm again, deeper, more dramatic than you’ve ever felt in your life. You cum and cum uncontrollably. Then all goes black.

When you awake, you are laid out on a comfortable bed, wrapped in silk sheets and a down comforter. Looking around, you notice that the light is different, that the whole room is bright with natural sunlight coming through the windows above. You realize that you’ve been asleep for hours, dreaming dreams of being drizzled with hot oil, tied down to a bed, spanked mercilessly, fucked in every way, and cumming the entire time. Your body, although exhausted, is still vibrating from all the excitement. A quick perusal of the room, and you notice that toys are strewn around, the table with cuffs is turned on its side, the smell of almond massage oil permeates the air. Oh my god, you say to yourself. Where did reality end and the dream begin?

You recognize a familiar chuckle, and look across to the far end of the room. Your eyes adjust to the light, and see that Rusty and I are sitting across the room in robes, sipping Cognac, talking about fishing, the weather, and when we can get together to do this again.