Oh I’d love to tell you I’m writing this as it happened, but since I was tied to the bedposts, wrists and,ankles, I can’t! Oh, I suppose I could have used some kind of speech to text software….Hmm (mental note….try that next time).
Ali used silk dressing gown cords, and I have to say, she was none too gentle…..
…in fact, if anything the ropes on my wrists and ankles were too tight. When the silk scarf came out and was wound tightly around my eyes, I really couldn’t see a damn thing.
When you’re tied like that, and blindfolded, it’s really amazing how your senses switch into hyperdrive. I felt the slightest change in air currents as Ali walked round my bed. I felt the sun come out behind a cloud. Although I couldn’t see it, I felt it’s warmth.
And then I felt something else. Searing, burning pain, right on my nipple! Fuck! “Chris loves doing this to me” she said. Chris is her boyfriend, and although I know theyve fucked, I would never have thought my little Ali was into this.
Each drip of the candle brought hot wax and pain, although it faded rapidly. Then the other nipple. Fuck but it stung though, and made me writhe. “I like pain” her voice sounded almost dreamy, as if it was coming from miles away.
Splat. Another drop of wax, this time on my tummy. Then another, lower still, then another. Surely not….she wouldn't…she….
Although it didn’t get my clit directly, it was fucking close enough for me to lose it and pee a little.
Then I felt a puff of her breath mingled with smoke as she blew the candle out. Her voice changed direction in the room. “He tortures me, you know. He makes me wet, oh, so wet, wet and hungry for him no matter what he wants to do to me.”
I heard her groan. “It’s up my bum, Anna. Your favourite masturbation candle. It’s right up my bum. Mmmmm. Chris fucks me there now. You don’t mind if I masturbate, do you?” Like I had any choice! Bitch! “He wants you too, you know. He asked me if you’d let him fuck you. Of course, I said yes. You’re such a horny cunt, you’d let anyone do you if you were in the right mood. The question really is whether of not I will let him fuck you.”
I heard the buzz of a vibrator. “I hope you’ve cleaned this.” I hadn't, but who cares. “Mmmm…this feels good. Your vibrator up my cunt, your candle up my bum. You know, I should thank you really. You’ve taught me so much about sex, but in some ways, I rather think the apprentice has become the master.”
I heard a whoosh and a sharp sting over my boobs. I don’t know what she hit me with, but it was delectable, sweet agony. I managed “Again”.
“Again? Why would I do that?” By now, my whole body was on fire. What started out as what I thought would be a gentle bondage session has taken a distinct turn for the dark side….and I was desperate for contact. If she had touched my clit I would have cum instantly….and she knew it.
Oh I heard her cum. I even heard the splatter of her squirt on my carpet and smelled it in the air.
“Please….Ali….please…do me.”
“Oh shut up, you whiney little cunt. Shut up and listen.”
Ali told me in deep and graphic detail of her last fuck with Chris. She told me so beautifully that I could almost feel his penis inside my cunt…and bum, come to that. I was writhing on the bed, grinding my hips, flexing myself against my restraints, and doing everything, anything I could to get a micro gram of physical stimulation which would be all I needed.
But I didn’t get it.
Ali talked, came, masturbated straddling my face, squirted on my face, pushed her fingers up herself and made me suck them. She tracked her fingers down my body to a millimetre short of touching my clit before lifting it away, or draping it down one labia or the other. The harder I tried to make her touch my love button, the more she teased me. At one point, she squatted over my hips. “I think I shall pee on you.” Yes! Oh fuck yes, that would do it. But she got off, and I heard her peeing in my toilet.
She made me smell her panties…..the vibrator, slick with her wetness, and the descriptions kept on coming….along with more stinging hot candle wax.
When she was sated, she simply…..left the room, leaving me tied and wound up more than I thought was possible.
It took a while to free myself….well…one hand, anyway. The nanosecond it was free it went to my clit and I exploded in an instant orgasm of truly frightening proportions. I can truly say I have never cum with such violence in my life before.
I freed myself eventually and looked at the damage in the mirror. The hot wax had cause redness but no serious harm done.
As I showered, still shaking from the experience, I began to plan what I will do to her. I couldn’t decide on a course of action, but of one thing I’m certain, ….
…revenge is a dish best served cold.
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