Nikki goes on a quest to discover her boundaries.
written by:
Nikki B
For those of you new to me, I'm 43 now, bi-sexual, and I love sex. Everything about it. I love to be watched while I'm having sex, and I love to watch, too. If the people are attractive I can watch hard porn and get wet, and I love to see gorgeous strippers strut their stuff. I love to tease, and I love to be teased, as long as I know what to expect, and I expect to get what I want. Spoiled, sure. But fair is fair, or it should be. And I'm still gliding along the learning curve, so come join me.After a very interesting afternoon of teasing Gary and Coffeeman and Rikki, and having a somewhat satisfying sex session with Gary in the back office of the shoe store where he was working for the summer, and an eyeful of Rikki's tantalizing body, I needed more, so I took Rikki up on her invitation and met her at her apartment for an evening of fucking and sucking, peeing and whipping! I didn't stay the night, however.
Once home, with time to think, I showered, the warm water caressing my body, as if to wash away the embarrassment I'd felt after I had laid the belt on Rikki's luscious butt. My mind was full of contradictions. I had felt a powerful surge of excitement as I held the belt in my hand, trying to imagine what she would feel if I used it. I let her have it, hard! Did I want to do that again? Too, I wondered how Rikki felt when I struck her. The look in her eyes while I was holding the belt, young and innocent and trusting, but with the full knowledge of the pain to come, frightened me, but the look of carnal bliss the second after I struck her naked flesh, with the echo of the stinging smack fresh in my mind, the smile on her face, suddenly so much more self-assured and mature, a counterpoint to the stripes of red on her back and thighs and butt, how would I feel?
I had to know.
"Dwight, hi, long time," I said softly. We hadn't been together for over a year, what with his hectic business schedule and my carefree lifestyle in those days.
"Nikki! It's so good to hear from you," and we talked for a few minutes. Dwight was an old lover of mine, that is, a former lover a bit more than twenty years my senior; at that time he was in his mid-fifties, but could swing a bat with the best of them. Ten years have passed and he still can.
The conversation got around to sex, as it usually, well, okay, always, does with him and me. I related the experiences of my day and evening with Gary and Rikki, and then got to the point.
"Dwight, you know me perhaps better than anyone. So it probably won't surprise you that I liked it, I liked everything about it. After I got started peeing in Gary's mouth I could feel my kitty getting so much more aroused, and when I smacked Rikki with the belt, which, believe me, took some doing on my part, I got such a rush! Then later, I began to wonder, what was Rikki feeling? And, more to the point, how might I feel, someone whacking me with a belt, or anything but a hand? I like the occasional slap on the butt when a guy's back there, but a belt? I got such a rush just thinking about it that I had to call you and at least talk with you about it. I trust you more than anyone."
We decided to get together, and since he wouldn't be in my city in the next month, and I wanted to get to this sooner rather than later, we decided to get together the following weekend, a few hundred miles from me. Of course, he'd see to the plane and take care of everything.
"Dwight, you have no idea how wonderful it is to have someone like you in my life!"
With no class or work for me on Fridays, I got to his hotel at mid-day, his driver met me at the airport, and I checked into his room in time for a quick lunch and a shower. Dwight had left a note telling me to call him once I was ready to go out, so I called, and for once I got him directly, no pass-through via a secretary.
"Nikki, we'll have dinner later, but I want you to do a little shopping first." He gave me address of a shop I was to go to, and told me to be sure I was smoothly waxed, "totally, please, front and back." What? Was there something back there that I'd been ignoring all these years? But I did as he requested, feeling much as I did while I was preparing for our first date some ten years earlier. I'd brought my little black dress, the first one I'd owned, and the pearls he'd placed around my young neck before taking me to the most erotic party I'd ever attended.
The driver was still there for me, so when I told him where to go he closed the door to the limo and off we went. It was only a brief drive, to an underground mall that was a mix of high end clothing and accessory shops, in the middle of which was my destination, with the strange name of "Oh No!" The window held one mannequin, a dark haired beauty. Highly made up with blood red lips, dark eye shadow, hair pulled back from her face in a Hollywood 40's B-movie style, in a skin tight black sheath that showed as much as possible without showing everything: low cut to show all but her jutting nipples, the hem up nearly to her nether lips, and since she was standing in front of a mirror I could see that it was backless to the point of covering only the middle third of her full butt. Impossibly high platform shoes that stretched her calves to the point of torture, one foot on point, the other leg bent at the knee with her foot up behind her thigh, as if she was in flight. But the most arresting feature was the look on her face, a look of sheer terror, her lips in a round open pucker and I could almost hear her plaintive scream, "Oh, no!"
With more than a little trepidation I entered the store, which I was happy to find was quite tastefully laid out, with sofas here and there, the clothing racks against the three walls that faced the entrance, a desk to one side rather than a counter. There, leaning against the desk was the living model for the window mannequin, a cigarette in a long ivory holder, the end of which was between her mouth, held by one hand with long clawlike fingernails the same blood red as her lush lips. Only her hair was different, flowing over her shoulders to rest atop those same gorgeous boobs, covering half her bust, only one jutting nipple in view.
"You would be Miss Nikki," and she walked to me, her gait smooth, effortless, as though she had been walking on her tiptoes in porn platforms all her life. As indeed she may have, I thought. She extended her hand, which I found warm and soft, the nails digging ever so lightly into my flesh. "Your Dwight has put you in my hands. At least for the next few hours. I'm Veronica." She motioned me to accompany her through a large elegantly carved door, into a similarly furnished room, a younger girl sitting at a desk, glancing into a computer monitor screen. When she looked up I saw the resemblance to Veronica, thought she was probably her sister. Both brunette, both quite attractive, and when the younger girl rose I could see that she, too, was tall and as exquisitely built. Her dress, however, was a muted antique gold, her matching stilettos highly heeled but with no platforms. More restrained, formally slutty.
"Ondine, please take the front for the rest of the day," and she bade me sit on a sofa. Ondine left silently, closing the door behind her. Veronica poured two cups of tea, without asking, placed one cube of sugar on the saucer beside the cup, placed it before me. I knew that Dwight had given her my preference as to how I take tea, and I wondered what else she now knew. Probably everything, I guessed.
"We'll be here awhile, so make yourself comfortable, pay attention, ask questions if you have any." She then gave me a quick overview of fetish sex, or as much as I'd told Dwight I was curious about: foot worship, water sports, bondage and submission, discipline and S&M. I was mildly surprised that all of this was linked in some way; foot worship was often a form of submission, water sports was a show of dominance or a show of devotion, depending upon which end of the stream you were on. Sadism and masochism were much more complicated: was the sadist doing it for his or her pleasure, or to please the recipient? Was the ultimate control in the hands of the submitted? What was preferred when? A riding crop was an entirely different device than a paddle, and each had its own purpose and effect. Each new tidbit that was laid before me met a question, and each was answered, then the area of discussion was elaborated, until I thought I had a somewhat better idea of what was involved, but no idea as to how I would ultimately respond, when and if the leather hit the flesh.
Veronica gave me a knowing glance. "I think we've covered enough, you shouldn't feel so intimidated now. Frightened, perhaps, but scared out of your britches, no. You know what to expect, now it's time to find out what it really is." She had me stand, brought me to a full length triptych mirror. As I stood there, with soft but adequate illumination bathing my body, she removed my dress, removed my bra, carefully slipped my shoes off, and as I felt her warm hands expertly removing my skimpy panties I had a moment of embarrassment, I knew how wet my kitty was, had been for the past hour, listening to this marvel of beauty describing in excruciatingly carnal detail the most lurid images of what it would be like to undergo every fantastic idea I'd been having.
She placed the tell-tale panties beside my shoes, her eyes inspecting every inch of my naked body, her expert touches on my nipples, my labia, my butt as she tested the firmness there, gave me chills interspersed with hot flashes. I was shivering, my skin on fire.
"You're very responsive, no? That's good in a woman; there are so many of us who deny ourselves, and our partners, the pleasure of our true nature. I know you expect me to ravish you, as indeed I would if we were on our own. But if in the future you'd like us to take it from this point, call and I'll arrange it." She let her finger trail from the tip of my nip to the bottom of my mound, stopping just a cunt hair's breath from my engorged aching clit. "Back to business," and she took my hand, led me to a side table, upon which was laid a dress, or uniform perhaps, similar to hers, but in a beautiful charcoal. Atop it was a lacy thong in a shade lighter than the dress, and beside were a pair of shoes similar to those worn by Ondine.
"Your dinner attire, and in the box which Ondine is preparing for you is your ensemble for your after dinner entertainment." She took my hand, looked into my eyes. "Remember, Nikki, this night is for you. Not for Dwight, not for anyone else. Tonight it's all about you." Her eyes were so serious that I knew I should be delighted, and anxious.
"As it should be," I said, hoping not to sound too stupid. "Thank you, Veronica, for everything. I feel so much better now, so much more prepared. I know that if I don't go as far as I possibly can I'll regret it forever. And, I will call you."
We returned to the outer room, I accepted a rather large and slightly heavy black box from Ondine, Veronica and I kissed briefly at the door, and with a light step and pounding heart, I was on my way.
My last stop was to get my hair done, and everything else primped as required, and I was good to go. With care for my hair not to get wet or mussed, I showered quickly, massaged oil into my damp skin, applied scant amounts of fragrance to all the sensual areas, and with ten minutes to go I slipped the soft luxurious thong in place, causing a tingle that foretold the delights to come, or so I hoped. The dress fit perfectly, what there was of it, and the five inch heels were nothing new to me, so I had no worries about presentation. It was my heart and nerve that was my main concern at the moment. To put it bluntly, would I have the balls for what I suspected would happen tonight?
Dwight was waiting for me in my room. I pressed my body against his as soon as I was inside, my head back, looking into his eyes. "I've missed you! I'm so happy to be here with you now," and we kissed, one of those kisses that speaks of renewed passion with a lover you've been apart from for too long. I thought we'd go right to dinner, but within minutes we were both naked, my eyes noticing more gray in his chest hair, but no other signs of his twenty years of age between us.
"You look so wonderful; I hope I've aged as gracefully as you," and I felt myself blush. He's one of the few men who can get that from me. I looked up to see that his softening dick was now at full mast, and I felt a slight groan catch in my throat. "Oh, Dwight, that's so beautiful," and I led him into the bedroom. "I don't need any foreplay, the waiting has been more than I've wanted to endure," and I pushed him back, my teeth at his nipple, my fingers stroking his solid erection. "Tonight I'm going to be submissive, or try to be, so now I'm going to be in control," and I bit down, hard enough to make him gasp.
"Beautiful Nikki, you're always in control, but I don't mind playing along if it pleases you." He lay back, spread his legs, offering himself to me, totally, unquestioningly. I kissed him, then turned, lifted my leg, straddled him, wanting him to lick me as I sucked him, and he did. Not one to forget, he went from my clit to my butt, around and around, then back, taking his time to get a full taste of my slit, his fingers opening my lips, "ahh, Nikki, so wet, so beautiful!" as he searched for my hot spots with his tongue. I was so aroused that I had to consciously hold back, I didn't want to cum so quickly; I knew he loved a long tantalizing build-up.
"Lover, you've got me near to bursting already! How do you do that to me every time? You're the most amazing lover I've ever had," and I meant it. Dwight never failed to please me. He and Carl were all I needed. But of course, that had never stopped me from continuing the search.
I licked the tip of his cock, squeezing his throbbing shaft, caressing his hairy nut sack, tickling his butthole. Each time I felt him begin to tremble I'd back off, let him slowly emerge from my pouted lips, a long string of my saliva and his precum keeping us joined until I once again took him into my mouth until my tongue was touching his pubic mound.
Letting him free for a moment, I glanced toward him. I had to lift his head from my kitty to get his attention. "Dwight, I'm going to make you cum now, in my mouth. I'm going to swallow every delicious drop. Then I'm going to get you in my kitty and fuck you until you cum in her, and lick her until you're hard enough to do my butt. Or would you rather take a nap?" He laughed.
"A nap? Not with those images in my mind. Go to it, my sweet slut," and he pulled my kitty to his mouth again.
As soon as I felt my orgasm begin I got him off, as simply as sucking him without stopping, and as the hurricane wreaked havoc in my cunt he sprayed my throat with his hot seed, making me gag and cough as it flooded my throat and spilled from my lips.
I was still cumming when I slammed my kitty down onto his slimy cock, taking him into me to the hilt, and I rode him as fiercely as I ever had, telling him how much I'd missed this, asking him if it felt as good as it always had. "I bet you've got a harem of harlots who do this to you every day! Huh? Huh?" as my mound ground against his, my clit crushed against his shaft. "Do you make them cum like this? Huh, do you?" and I screamed into his shoulder, my teeth biting down, making him groan, and I felt the warm flood of his cum deep in my cunt.
My kitty was directly over his open mouth, my fingers holding m lips open, "here you cum, I mean, here cums your cum," and the thick viscous combination of my juices and his slowly drooled out. I pulled him on top of me, kissing him, tasting us, until our mouths were empty of our lust, then took his softening cock into my mouth.
I love to suck a man while he's fucking my face, and in this position he can get all the way down into my throat, but if he cums like this I nearly always gag and choke and can't breathe, but for pure cocksucking pleasure for me, it's even better than being on my knees, where the angle isn't always as I like it. I let him move on me, his balls swinging, and I would play with them, occasionally taking the time to suck them, then lick his butthole before I'd get him in my mouth again.
He was hard enough now, but I stayed with it, enjoying myself immensely, loving the feeling of his hard dick ramming into my throat, throbbing now, again.
On my back, legs straight up, spread wide, imagine that for a second, my eyes staring into his as he teasingly rubbed his hard head against my cum covered butthole. My fingers were at my clit, my eyes pleading, I was biting my lip in frustration, and I was about to beg him, when he slid into me! Ahh, so wonderful! I pulled him to me, lifted my butt, my body straining, panting with passion as he fucked me, steadily, deeply, balls slapping against me, our breathing fast and ragged, sweat shining on our bodies, muscles straining, oh, now, now!
"Dwight, now, please, now, oh fuck, now!" and as soon as I felt him cumming I pinched my clit and grabbed his hips, groaning, moaning, my teeth biting his bicep.
Still gasping for breath, he rose up, looked into my eyes. "I didn't think I could do it when you told me what we were going to do, but as usual, you do it to me!"
After a quick shower, Dwight dressed and left, but not before kissing me. "I'd love to take you there but I have to go, but I'll be there, so take your time, do what you have to do. I know I'll be with the most beautiful woman there."
I knew the driver's name was Leo, and I also knew not to talk with him. Chit chat often led to gossip, and Dwight would have none of that. Discretion was key, and I knew that if there was even a glimmer of doubt about my integrity it would be the end of us, and that was, and is, something I couldn't have happen. So I sat in silence, watching the city flow by, and the thought struck me that of all of these hundreds, thousands even, of people we were passing, scant few would ever have the opportunity, if the desire, to experience the night that lay ahead of me. It was my omen to fully partake of whatever was offered.
To my mild surprise, our destination turned out to be not a restaurant, but a large building, with no hint of purpose, a boring façade in fact, with a side parking lot, where stood uniformed drivers beside their limos, a port cochere for passengers, at which we stopped long enough for Leo to deliver me. I ascended the steps, walked through the open doorway, and into a somewhat bleak foyer.
"Welcome, Miss Nikki. Follow me, please," and a handsome older man in a very nice chalk striped suit led me into what was a dining room that one would find in any upscale hotel restaurant, but nothing like the elegance one might find in the most posh places. There were perhaps three dozen tables scattered widely throughout the nicely furnished room, with space for twice that again if needed. There was no music, but the low sibilance of conversation provided a soothing background for dining.
Dwight was seated at a table for two, which I was happy to observe. He rose as I approached, and as my escort handled my chair I sat, took in Dwight's huge smile, and felt immediately more at ease. But still, "Dwight, my heart is pounding!"
"Nikki, you are so lovely, and as I told you, the most beautiful woman in this room, which is a real testimony to you." He leaned to me, kissed me delicately on the lips. "Look around you, tell me of one woman who can carry your water." I smiled at his metaphor, but took his advice, and with no trouble at all I saw several women who would rank as the top contenders for any beauty contest. And to my relief, my dress was by no means the most sluttish of the crowd. While a few of the ladies wore simple LBDs, the majority of my peers were more undressed than dressed, for which I thanked the gods.
"Dwight, darling! Every woman in this room is gorgeous! But thanks for the morale boost. I think beginning right now I'm going on the premise that I must be gorgeous to even be here with you, so thank you," and I squeezed his hand. "And I'm a bit surprised that we're having dinner by ourselves."
"Oh, you expected a dinner such as when I first showed you off? No, this isn't like that, although it can be at times. No, tonight it's you and me and a few select friends. I know you love to be on display, to be the center of attention, and so tonight you shall, but in a more intimate setting."
He also reiterated that a safe word would be useful but not necessary. If I said no I'd be asked to repeat it, and if I did, all play would cease. But if I really really needed to stop everything immediately, "Veronica" would be the name to say. I was surprised at that, that her name would be my safe word, but Dwight explained that it was she who had suggested it, since she and I had gotten along so well. She wanted to instill in me a feeling of comfort toward her.
"Veronica is fairly smitten with you, my dear, but don't give that too much thought, she's very fickle. She wants you to think of her tonight, and how it might be when you and she get together for your own play date."
Dinner was delicious but light, with a dry champagne with every course, and then, as if it had been only minutes, we were leaving. Dwight escorted me to a wide stairway, the curving steps gently spiraling up one corner of the building, where we emerged in what appeared to be an empty dining room, with tables and chairs moved aside, as if to make room for dancing.
"Nikki, I know you well enough to give you a bit more information. This building is owned by a small group of hotel owners. It's their answer to providing a place for discrete meeting of all sorts, where the traffic, specifically the media, can be controlled, with full access to the city and whatever else is required. It's their take on perhaps Dubai, but without the glitz and glamour. There may be a business meeting or dinner, an orgy similar to those you and I have attended, and a slave auction all going on somewhere here, at the same time. Many of the people who pass through here have no idea about anything but the function they're here to attend, and it's that kind of discretion that makes this special."
We walked toward the last door on one wall, and Dwight took my hand in his. "Nikki, my love, I'll be here to take you home with me, or where ever you choose to go," He kissed me on the cheek, his lips lingering for a second longer than usual for such a kiss. My heart began beating in up tempo, and I could feel my body begin to buzz, the release of adrenalin, preparation for the unexpected danger that might be lurking. He turned and left.
I entered a large room that looked more like the average suburban basement before remodeling than the fetish dungeon that I had expected. But looking more closely, I saw all the accoutrements that Veronica had described to me, along with others which were new to me that looked positively Medieval, and I got that delicious frisson that I was beginning to expect when I was entering new sensual territory.
A naked young woman padded toward me, barefoot. Medium height, slender, average boobs, no pubic hair in sight. Brunette, hair pulled back into a bun. The lighting was a bit too dim to see the color of her eyes. I realized that all my senses were on high alert, I was registering every fact, every nuance, my total surroundings, everything in my environment. She quickly put quit to that.
"The blindfold is mandatory, but it'll be removed at the appropriate time," and before I could speak she slipped behind me and covered my eyes with a long soft black cloth, wrapped it twice around, tied it snugly in the back. I was now sightless, and hoped that my other senses would remain intact. The thought of not being able to hear or speak was getting my normally high anxiety level cranked up a notch. For the first time in my life I wondered what would happen if it topped out. How does one react to that?
"I'm going to undress you now," and without waiting for a reply she deftly removed what little clothing I was wearing, including my shoes.
I was led a few steps, told to lean forward. My hands found what I knew from memory of my entrance to be a long low table. I was manipulated and maneuvered by at least two sets of hands until some garment was placed on my naked frame. It felt like I was wrapped in thin ropes of some kind and had I been more clear headed I would have realized that it was some kind of knit body suit, or vest really, since there was nothing on my legs or arms, and I could feel that my butt was bare, with only a thin cord hidden in the cleft of my cheeks. After it had been pulled and tugged to my dressers' satisfaction I could feel the thong-like cord pressing tightly across my butthole, alongside my swollen clit, my lips wrapped around it, the material now soaked with my lascivious liquids.
Different foot wear now, and before I had taken a step I knew these boots weren't made for walkin'. My feet were snuggly encased in straps of soft leather on a thick platform, joining and becoming boots that clung tightly over my ankles, my calves, past my knees, stopping at mid-thigh. Laces rose in back from where the straps ended all the way to the tops. I was released from whomever was holding me upright and immediately experienced pain in my feet, my legs stretched into a straight vertical line from my toes to my thighs. The heels had to be at least six inches, higher considering the platform beneath the soles of my feet. Impossible footwear! If I had to move it would be a clumsy hobble at best. I doubted, though, that I'd be doing any walking in the near future.
There I stood, more naked than not, in the barely there vest, the boots and blindfold. I was led away from the table, and I was correct, it was nearly impossible to walk, every step sent jolts of pain from my toes to my head, making me wince with each movement.
A male voice spoke into my ear. "You will not speak until you are told to speak. That includes any sound." I was startled, and cried out, and immediately I felt a stinging slap on my bare butt cheek. I cried out again, and received another sharp slap for my effort. "You will not speak, nor make any sound again, or you will be further disciplined." I got the message, but I wanted to know what that discipline would be, and began scheming to try to find out. I had a good idea, though, and I thought, fuck it, that's what I'm here for.
Boldly, but quite anxiously, I said: "What would that be, may I ask?"
"You may not!," in an exasperated voice. He hurried me along, gripping my bicep in his strong hand. We stopped abruptly, and I was moved forward a step. "Raise your hands, over your head; be quick about it," in a stern voice. As I complied, other hands held my waist, other hands gripped my wrists, and coarse rope was wound around and then over; I was lifted and then released, only to find myself hanging there, the balls of my bare feet barely touching the cold floor. I was beginning to regret my curiosity when I felt a broad hard object strike my bare butt cheeks. I flinched, but didn't cry out. I was beginning to get it.
"You want to learn about this, and so you shall. You want to know the punishment for speaking out of turn, and so you shall. You'll learn now. Or at least you'll be given the opportunity to learn. It's purely up to you. There's no one here to take pity on you, or to make it easier for you, but you don't want that anyway, do you!" Before I could reply, he continued. "No, you're here to find out what you've been missing, what it's like to be here, as you are now. To test your limits," and the flat face of the paddle struck again, a bit harder but not so hard as to make me cry out. I felt the heat from the blow as hot blood surged to the surface. "I'm tempted to remove the blindfold, but not quite yet," and there was silence. It dragged on, and I began to wonder if I had been left alone, when I felt another smack on my butt, but this was harder, the surface narrower, not as rigid, and I realized that it was a wide thick belt. It hurt, but I could take this, I knew, and smiled. The blood flow felt as if my butt was glowing. It hurt, but with each blow it felt less painful, more, um, invigorating.
The smile was a big mistake on my part. No sooner had my lips curled into that goof grin than the belt struck again, hard enough to make my suspended body sway, hard enough to make me wince through gritted teeth. "I thought for a moment that you'd had enough, but I see that we're not even close," and I realized that although the blows were coming from the rear, his voice was coming from the other side. Who was wielding the belt. Ah, the naked woman who had been standing to the side of the table, probably one of the pair of hands that had dressed me in the string vest, and in my mind's eye I could see her, a slender well proportioned body, very long dark hair falling over her opulent boobs, luscious nipples, and inch taller than I, with a look of some Mediterranean heritage. Upon seeing her I had dubbed her the Spaniard. "Again, please," he commanded, and the belt struck across both cheeks, a sharp crack accompanying the blow this time, and I gasped. But I realized that in tandem with the pain I was also feeling the first trembling of an orgasm building inside my clenched cunt!
Two more blows from the belt, one on each thigh, and I was wriggling on the hook, or whatever I was hanging from, trying to evade the next smarting smack while trying to hold my orgasm at bay. "Ah, time for the spreader, I think," the male voice mused, and my legs were spread, hard cold cuffs encircled my ankles, and when I was released I couldn't move my legs together or apart, my ankles had been attached to a bar. I was hanging in mid-air, my feet completely off the floor; I was completely vulnerable, my legs open, my kitty lewdly dripping, and as I tried once more to close my legs I felt a stinging blow, like a burning snake wrapping itself almost completely around the soft sensitive skin of my thigh.
The scream never made it out of my open mouth, trapped in my throat as every bit of my mind concentrated on the searing pain that now flooded my brain. And then, a cool touch there, like an ice cube rubbing along the molten furrow of the whip's trail. In an instant I realize that it was a tongue, the tip of a warm tongue, the relative difference in temperature making it feel frozen rather than the comforting warmth it possessed.
"Nikki, don't panic, it's okay, it's okay," and I felt Rikki's warm breath on my flesh. I was about to cry with delight. "Don't say anything, not yet, wait, wait, you have to get used to it, but it'll be okay." He tongue moved up my thigh, "Oh, you're soooo wet, so beautiful!" and she licked the tip of my clit.
I screamed! My body was shaking, my legs bent at the knees, my feet trying to kick out in a climatic spasm, Rikki holding my waist as I writhed on the hook.
"I see you're beginning to see what this is all about," and the voice was that of the Spaniard, who was wielding the whip. Low, sultry, and I could almost smell the lust that rose from her naked flesh. Another blow, around my other thigh, and my scream ended in a whimper. Rikki was there again, but her tongue had found my butthole, where she was licking like at cat at the cream bowl. I tried to catch my breath, but my insatiable lust and her incessant licking was driving me toward another climax, and I feared that I might cry out again. I held on, denying myself the pleasure that I so sorely needed.
Rikki was licking my rear end, but suddenly there was warm breath on my neck, just behind my ear. "You want to cum so badly, yes?" followed by a soft chuckle. "How bad?"
"Kiss me," I whispered in return. Her body pressed closer to mine, her lips touched mine, our mouths opened, and I gripped the end of her tongue in my teeth. She remained still for a moment, then tried to ease backward, but I maintained my grip. Her hand went to my kitty, covering it completely, two fingers wriggled into me, but her index finger and thumb had found my clit. She pulled her head back again, and again I maintained my grip. She pinched, hard, then harder, the pain shooting into my cunt. Harder still, my teeth tightening as she applied more pressure. She eased off, her fingers strumming in my cunt, and I came, fire raging through my entire body, my mouth opening in a silent scream. Still she kept her tongue in my mouth, until I sagged in relief, and she licked my lips.
"Well done, you fucking maniac!" as she stepped away.
Cold steel against the base of my spine, and I could feel the back of a long blade as it sliced easily up through the webbing that had been my only clothing, felt it being ripped away. I felt a chill; now I was totally naked, totally open to whatever my tormentors wished upon me. My arousal grew, and the Spaniard saw it, or sensed it, the tip of a hard object, a cane, perhaps, running through my slippery slit, tapping my clit. Ahh, I would cum again if she continued, but just as the dark clouds had gathered behind my closed lids, she stopped.
Silence; the sound of bare feet padding around me, Rikki's voice telling me she was there, her mouth on my kitty, her lips closing over mine, her tongue piercing my slit, and then the blows began again. Two more from the snake, which I learned was a long thin braided leather whip that had been soaked in water to give more flexibility and sting, but around my waist, bare now and fair game, one from each side, the length burning as it found its course, the tip biting in like a asp's lone tooth. I was crying out with each scorching swing of her arm, my cries interspersed with low moans of another orgasm, brought on by my lover's intimate attention to my clit and kitty, my butthole clenched as tightly as my cunt. Rikki was moaning along with me, two cats purring together, one in ecstasy, one in pain, but did you know that cats will often purr while in pain?
Silence; and the next blows were from something thin, hard, slightly bending as they struck, and I knew somehow that the Spaniard was using a riding crop, or a thin bamboo rod. These were directed upward, to paint the lower halves of my upturned boobs with bright scarlet stripes as Rikki continued to wring orgasms from my oversensitive clit. The orgasms flowed through me, rushing water roaring like rolling thunder as she struck again, on the sides of my boobs now. Fuck, that hurt! But the pain was more than mitigated by the pleasure. The combination of experiencing the pleasure while enduring the pain was becoming acceptable to my body! I realized I was anticipating it, and not shrinking from it.
My tormentor moved around me again, the hard tip circling my butt, delving between the heated globes, found my butthole, and I braced myself to be penetrated, but it was to be more teasing, the tip caressing there, up and down, poking into my kitty, getting wet, then yes, she pushed it into my butt! I cried out, not in pain, but in relief, my hips trying to move myself onto it, to get it into me, and I moaned, "Fuck me, oh god, fuck me," my voice ragged with pain and lust.
For my trouble I was rewarded with two quick blows; she criss-crossed my back with the snake just below the shoulder blades. "Something to remember me by, crazy lady," and we had finished. Or so I thought.
My kitty was dripping, the pungent evidence of my lust sliding down my thigh. My nipples were aching, every place that had been whipped was screaming out in agony. That was secondary, though, to the frustration of having an unreleased orgasm trapped within my cunt, of the unfulfilled frustration of not having my butt fucked unmercifully, of being denied having my nipples ravaged as if by a starved wild animal.
I was taken down from the hook, my hands unbound, and with Rikki's petite body propping one side of my body, and the Spaniard on the other, they walked me around the table. After a few circles I could stand on my own, albeit shakily. I smiled, and that apparently was the signal.
My body was again pushed onto the table, with only my upper torso supported, my boobs crushed against the hard surface, and I remembered being somewhat in the same position with Gary in back of the shoe store. My arms were pulled out in front of me, my wrists tied together, the binding softer now, and extending up to my elbows, my palms pressed together. My legs were pushed wide open, tied to the table legs. I was extremely uncomfortable, new pain as the scarlet whip marks pressed against the table, but that was the least of my concerns. My butt, my back, the backs of my legs, all fair game if the game continued.
The blindfold was being untied, and when it was pulled free I looked up to see Rikki's smile. "You're doing beautifully, Nikki. I'm so proud of you," and she brought the cane down on my butt, her lips tightening with the effort she put into it. The surprise blow tore into my cheek, my body lurched, but I was essentially immobilized. Only my head could move, side to side, a little bit upward. I was about to say something when I felt hands on my hips. I knew what was coming and I tried to hide my smile. At last!
The strong hands parted my butt cheeks, each touch on one of my stripes giving me an additional twinge of pain. Rikki was standing in front of me, running the tip of the cane across my lips. "Now who can that be? Any ideas?" Just as I was about to guess that it must be Gary I felt his tongue fluttering on my butthole. I sighed, the pleasure was so intense in my heightened state of arousal.
"Gary, fuck me, oh god I need it so bad!" Rikki struck me, flat on my butt cheek as Gary began sinking his hard cock through my tight little rosebud. The pleasure and the pain melded, with Rikki whipping me with the cane while Gary ravaged my sweet butt, stroke for stroke, a steady rhythm of the smack of the cane and the squelchy sound of his cock.
How many times did I cum? No idea. My orgasms are usually a string of climaxes, with each individual one as strong as all the rest, like a string of firecrackers going off in my cunt. I realized that the Spaniard had taken Rikki's place, Rikki now beneath my legs, licking my clit and lips as Gary was now fucking my kitty. The Spaniard had moved, the blows now directed at my back and the backs of my thighs, with Gary moving to one side or the other.
My legs were untied, I was turned over on the table, my arms stretched out above me, still tied together and tied to the other side. My legs were free. The Spaniard leaned over me, between my open thighs. "I'm so fucking wet I could drown you," and she climbed up on the table, straddled my body, "so you better drink as much as you can while you can still breathe," and she moved up, her beautiful nude kitty slippery with her lust covering my mouth, my nose. She leaned back, her hands on my thighs, and my first thought was, ohfuckihurtsomuchallover! My second thought was, she is so wet! My tongue was swirling around her lips, into her slit, across her clit, I was sucking her lips, her musky fluids oozing into my mouth.
Gary was between my thighs, his cock deep in my cunt, my legs wrapped around his waist, squeezing him as I fought for breath, then kicking wildly, my arms straining for release as my lungs strained for air, the Spaniard's body quivering on me, blackness overtaking me as her orgasm was taking her.
My eyes opened, to see her dark lust-slitted eyes peering into mine. She was smiling, her body rocking as she rode my clit, her own pleasure bud pressed against mine. I wanted to crush her body to mine, but my arms were still tied. Just before I came I whispered to her, "Next time it'll be you who's screaming!"
I knew this wouldn't be the last time I'd allow myself to do this.
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