In the heart of darkness.

In the utter silence of the room, I can feel every eddy of the air as it moves over my body. Emily moves, creating another movement of the air. As I lie there, I can feel the warmth from her nakedness standing beside me. The scent of her sex permeates the air with its soft tendrils and I feel as if I could draw the currents of it with a pen. 

She doesn’t touch me. 

She doesn’t speak. 

The tension in the room has built since I walked in and she ordered me to strip naked. Her last words to me were harsh, cruel, yet filled with such love, and the promise of ecstasy to follow. “Lie down, bitch.” 

The bonds are tight enough to hurt. My own legs, spread wide as they expose my sex and I feel myself leaking. Finally, Emily speaks. “Hmm….should I call Dani in? Maybe she should see you like this. Tied. At my mercy. Then again, maybe you’d like that a little too much.”

I can’t answer her. The ball gag has seen to that. 

I feel something against my breastbone. Whatever it is, it’s hard. The tip of a vibrator maybe? It tracks down my body, over my tummy, and just as it gets to my pubic bone it disappears. I mew in frustration, but soon it’s back. It tracks just to the side of my clit and presses against my right labia. It even presses against my hole and makes me ache with desire to have it inside me, but I feel it being withdrawn millimetre by millimetre - and it wasn’t really inside me anyway. 

Down. Down further, over my perineum. It touches my bum hole which is already slick with my own wetness. 

Pressure. Gentle but relentless. Slowly, it slips inside and I feel ridges. Each one bigger than the last. A butt plug, then? If so, a new one - one I haven’t seen before. Each tier of it stretches me wider. The stretching becomes a stinging which in turn becomes pain. But it is matched by a feeling of fullness that makes the pain worth it. 

I shift slightly, and realise I am lying on a towel. I wonder how that got there? When I walked in the room, there was only the duvet. 

More pressure. This time over my hole. Fuck, but this thing’s big! A dildo is being pushed inside me, I feel my vagina being stretched to and past its limits. A stinging, burning pain makes my cunt feel like it’s on fire. 

Once it is inside me, she leaves me to enjoy the feeling of being absolutely filled beyond capacity. I hear a chair being drawn up beside the bed. My nipples are rock hard and my clit is screaming for attention. Fucking finish me you bitch. I try to say the words, but succeed only in swallowing my own saliva. 

Emily kisses my ear and softly whispers into it. “I expect you’d like me to masturbate you now wouldn’t you? Or maybe you’d prefer me to suck your clit? I’m not going to do either. You do know that, don’t you? I’m just going to sit here and talk to you.. You like me talking, don’t you?”

The feelings between my legs have merged. I can no longer sense where the butt plug ends and the dildo begins. 

“Do you know what I did this morning? I lay just where you are now and I masturbated. I had a pair of your panties with me, that green pair you wore yesterday. I smelled you on them and licked the crotch while I finger fucked myself. I love you. I love your cunt. I love your bum. I love your piss. Can you picture me? Just rubbing my clit and smelling your panties? It’s always so easy to cum when I’m smelling you. I imagined you squatting over my face in these panties, and I could almost feel your warmth, your scent. I love it when you cum. It’s as if the only thing you can think about is your own cunt. Yes, your cunt. Your wet, delicious fuck hole.”

By now I was grinding my hips, trying desperately to tip myself over the precipice and into oblivion. I felt a tear of frustration roll down my cheek. I needed her to just touch either the dildo or the butt plug. Either. Both. And it would only need the lightest of touches. 

“When you cum, squeeze it out of you. Bear down like you were having a baby. Squeeze it out.” I didn’t know which object she meant, and anyway, I felt I had little control. 

When she whispered again, there was a tremor in her breathing. “Oh Anna. I’ve got two fingers inside myself. I’m imagining they’re….hmmm….Dani’s? Chris’s?…..Alison’s? Yes, your sister. I’d like to be fingered off by her. I wonder what it’s like. Oh, but then you already know, don’t you? You know what it’s like to be fingered by your sister….licked by her….peed on by…”

She didn’t get any further. My back arched off the bed. 

I’d love to be able to tell you what happened next, but I lost reality. What follows is what Emily told me happened. 

“Your back arched off the bed. I quickly released the ball gag and an almost primal scream erupted from you. Your wrists and ankles flexed against the ropes and your head curled down onto your chest. You seemed to put every ounce of your strength into pushing. The dildo slipped out easily, but you really had to work for the butt plug. It came out tier by tier until it fell onto the towel. At the same time, the biggest squirt I’ve ever seen arced out from between your legs. Look. See how it overshot the end of the bed? I buried my face in it and came at the same time.”

Coming back to reality took time. I didn’t feel completely ‘normal’ for some time, but when I did, I worshipped between Emily’s legs til she came into my eager mouth. 

This morning, I have to admit to some soreness, but it’s soreness I will happily endure again.