I have a need to share thingies... The contraption used in this story (didnt know how to describe it, it hangs on the door frame) is being posted in the Gallery.. so anyways I feel like detailing the events of the night that he tested his little device out on me, and I’m using this story for my VERY late Level 3 Assignment for the Writing Contest since it works and it needs to be done.
Warning this is Incredibly long and cannot be read in a short period of time… Gonna cut this story in half since its too much. But this is based on real experiences and it didnt feel right leaving things out :/
Something to Remember (Part 1?)
I had dressed casually that evening, jean skirt, my arms pulled tight around me in my sweater as a cold breeze passed me by. It was late and the skies were black as I headed up the stairs to the apartment, my sandals lightly tapping against the steps as I brought myself to the door and glanced up at the apartment number, thirty three.
I had a huge grin on my face, I’d been wanting to see Mike for the longest time when he had told me earlier that night he’d like me to come over and I trembled, from both my own childish glee and the cold which was seeping through my clothes. I knew from our absence that I would not be leaving this building for the next few days. Knocking softly on the door, I waited patiently and wondered if I was late.
The door opened and there he stood, boots and black jeans, dark shirt and leather jacket. He smiled warmly, his long chocolate brown hair cascading down in front of his shoulder.
“Come in.” He opened the door wider and invited me in with a slight gesture as he stepped back, then shut the door behind me.
I immediately came to him and wrapped my arms around him tightly, burying myself in his warm and felt his own arms slip around my back. I remained there a while more, breathing softly as memories lightly flickered through my mind. This felt right. Not the way it had been for the past while when he was figuring out how he was feeling… sitting idly, not knowing where the boundaries lay between us and locked in awkward silence. I endured that quietly and I wholly respected the situation. But it was over now, I had missed him, and all care aside, I wanted him now more than ever.
He nuzzled my cheek, making me close my eyes.
“Missed you too.” His words were soft and soothing, low as though above a whisper while his fingertips lightly glided up my back then through my hair while his lips moved to caress against my own.
Feeling a bit flushed, I gratefully parted my mouth against him and kissed him passionately, we stood there for several moments, enjoying each other when his hands moved back down and lightly peeled off my sweater from my body. His lips left my own, leaving me to look up at him as he removed the garment and dropped it on the floor.
“Strip.”
My chest tightened slightly and I hastily complied, my jaw clenching as I felt my own anticipation rising within me. My fingers pulled and released the belt that held my skirt, letting them drop around my feet, then grabbing the waistline of the panties I was wearing and pushed them down over my thighs and down my smoothed legs. I stepped out of my shoes and looked back to him once more; my fingers finding the hem of the my shirt and pulling it over my head, slightly tussling my dark hair. Quickly I undid the clasp of my bra and dropped that as well, leaving my body curved and bare as he watched me and growing more aware of his eyes on my skin and the subtle grin on his lips.
He walked towards the door that led to the bed room, stopping a yard away from it. Turning around to face me again, he pointed at the ground before him. “Kneel.”
I brought myself to his side and did what I was told, sitting on my knees and feeling myself grow a bit shaky. I had no idea what was in store tonight, but the clues where there…
“Wait here.”
He left into the bedroom, leaving me to glance about the room, my eyes then falling to a layout several feet away from me, items laid in organized fashion of metal clasps, cuffs, a tawse, flogger, blindfold, tape, buckles, leather straps, a paddle, lubricant… all there just sitting, mocking me as I could feel the blood rise in my cheeks. The one thing I noticed above all, is the metal device that hung from the door frame, secure in its place as it seemed to stare at me and the towel that lay between the entrance. I could’ve sworn I felt myself growing moist just by seeing all the lovely toys waiting to be used.
Mike returned with a few bundles of white rope, smile gone as he began to unfurl it, now stepping behind me and out of my view.
I felt his hands grab my wrists, and without him telling me, I knew to cross them behind me.
The rope was soft, slipping around my wrists, wrapping in and between them and then tightening steadfast around my skin. I noticed immediately that though it was incredibly secure, I felt it was very tight and made a mental note to warn him if my hands were to feel cold.
He pulled the rope, which brought my hands down further as I felt another cord slipping around my ankles. When he was finished I felt another rope slip around my breasts, both below and over and creating the knot at the center of my chest… The last piece was a braided rope that fitted nicely between my legs and pressed up against my lips.
My whole body felt hot as patient as I was, and the blind fold that followed sweetly blocked out my sight, feeling his hands roughly caress over my now perked breasts and up the hollow of my throat. He kissed me now and I melted into him, feeling his fingers moved back down my chest to pinch the nipple in his hand.
I stiffened, gasping through his kiss as he continued on to twist it between his fingers and pull it back again, the stinging pain intensifying as I began to squirm against him, resulting in a harder tug.
He let go of me, and already my breaths were short, heart pounding as I wondered what would happen next- only to feel the snap of flat leather across my tender breast. At first it wasn’t too bad, but soon enough it came down harder with more ferocity than I’d known before as he paddled my chest and my thighs. Every blow across my nipples flashed beautifully and left my skin flushed. My moans becoming shrieks as he then held my body fast against him and continued. With my cries growing higher pitched, he stopped and kissed me tenderly, lifting my chin and gliding his tongue across my mouth.
As quickly as the kiss came, it ended, and for a while I felt nothing, heard nothing, my body tense in anticipation as I waited… But then, behold, there was something in the air, warm, stale, what could it be? Something burning.. And all at once it snapped into my mind. It was a candle. Something I’d never tried before, and something we had never discussed which sent my mind racing. I was sure he knew what he was doing, but nonetheless it made me nervous.
I felt the first few drops, they were warm and cooled quickly as it slid down my chest- drawing a gasp not out of pain but out of simple surprise. Hey, I could get used to this, its not so bad now is it? And sure enough, this continued, hot melted wax falling on either nipple, warming up my flesh with its subtle burning as I locked my jaw. In between drops he took my nipple between his fingers and squeezed it, peeling off the wax before taking the bud to his mouth, biting and suckling hard enough that the pleasure made me groan.
All sensations… could you imagine? I could see naught! And oh, when he let go, he let the wax pour. Too quickly, too much- to which I Shrieked so loud I’m pretty sure the neighbors heard, and could feel the slight water build at the corner of my closed eyes. I could feel him pause and he immediately kissed my cheek, my breathing low and quick as I began to calm myself and he undid my ankles quickly. He let me rest a while longer, stroking my cheek as he did so. Though he hurt me, I felt rewarded.. and wanted to give him more.
“You’re going to stand and take three steps forward.”
I swallowed. I couldn’t see, so I hesitated as I thought this over, not wanting to fall or hit something or otherwise.. so slowly, I took my time in getting myself to my feet, trying to reclaim my balance while I stood. When I had done so I smiled and moved forward, stopping after my third step was taken.
“Good girl.”
I heard a clang of metal which made me wince, and felt something pull at the rope on my breasts and tug on my wrists, the rope suddenly falling limp around my hands. He then dragged my hands upwards so they hung above my head as he bound them again, soon after feeling rope slide against my back and around the bonds of my wrists. I couldn’t believe what I had gotten myself into, but wow, no stopping now.
Something sounded as though it were stretching, peeling away as though it were sticky and I perked a brow behind the blindfold. The tape slapped across my lips and cheeks and hair, making me whimper. His fingers pressed over the wide strip, pushing the adhesive against my mouth and skin. My chest rose with a quick breath, I could feel him kiss mouth and wished I could taste him from behind my newfound gag.
“Try to stand on one foot.” He said it casually as though he were testing the idea, and I could feel his eyes on me as I tried to gain my balance.
My first reaction was annoyance as I attempted to raise a leg and felt the straps against my back, holding me as I wobbled about trying to gain my footing.
His hands slipped about my ankle, pulling my foot down just enough that I felt the rough texture of jeans, the curve of his knee, as he pulled rope around my ankle. I felt the material slip over and around my skin then fasten tightly around it. He proceeded with my knee before speaking again..
“Try to let me know if you think you might fall.”
I nodded and felt the rope pull my ankle and knee higher, making me wobble slightly. I felt it pull once more and my body began to lose its balance. I grunted loudly and leaned back bit by bit until I felt the door frame and resolved to using it (lest I fell over). I started chuckling through the tape, this must have looked horrible, ready to fall over with tape pushing up my hair. I knew he didn’t care of course, although on my end I knew there was no room for vanity.
He must have read my mind because he immediately ran his hand through to mess up my hair. I would’ve frowned if I could and grunted.
His whip answered me with a break across my breast. My body backed against the wood of the door frame as though it might’ve lessened the impact, only to met with another across my still-tender nipple. “MMMmmmmrhh!” It fucking hurt! But it didn’t stop there, the leather snapping across my pelvis and again over my inner thighs. My chest heaved as I cried and instinctively tried to close my legs despite having one raised. I knew before I felt it that I would be punished for doing so as I felt his hand pull the braided rope aside then rested on my knee, holding it firmly. I had wanted to keep them open, I wanted to give myself fully then stand up and give some more, but the pain exploded across my clit and lips, blazing up my skin and making me cry harder.
He soon sensed the urgency rising in my shrieks and switched places, cracking the leather over my beaten breasts and against the tops of my thighs. The burn was sweet, you don’t think of anything else, you want it to stop and at the same time everything in you cries out for more.
The leather ceased to burn me, and immediately I felt his mouth at the base of my neck, biting down with delicious intensity that I winced at the pinch of my skin under his teeth, with the flick of his tongue drawing out a moan from my throat.
Pushing my suspended leg wider away from my body, I could feel his fingers pressed into my sopping cunt as his thumb slid over my clit and began to rub against it. With a moan, my body squirmed under his touch, my mind clouded with desire and wanting more every passing moment. His teeth dig deeper into my throat, his fingers driving upwards against my flesh and causing me to whimper. His fingers withdrew from me, and I missed their warmth, I wanted him in me, but I could only wait.
“You’re such a lovely slut. How beautiful.”
I could feel his finger slip over my lips and over the nub, slowly squeezing… followed by a quick Slap. My body pressed back against the wall, another hand gliding up my breasts and twisting my nipple. I gasped, and immediately felt his fingers knead across my breasts, massaging them gently and making me relax. It felt good, I wanted him in me, his touch driving me wild.. But I knew not to speak, he would give it to me when he thought I deserved it.
He slapped my lips harder this time, making my knees buckle as I shrieked in surprise. His fingers dug back inside me then pulled away again, smearing my juices over my skin and smacked me harder. I tensed against the wall, sucking it in and was greeted with another, and another, each one coming in succession, each one bringing another muffled cry to my lips as it intensified in power. My jaw clenched, body shuddering as my pitch grew, my hands gripping the rope above me.
The pain stopped, my breathing labored, mind dazzled and foggy. I felt so vulnerable. But I loved it.
His hand slipped around my throat, fingers pressing into my skin that it made breathing hard. Something cold slid across my chest, making my heart race as I whimpered. I knew what blade it was without even looking. It had to be it. A nine inch dagger. My body froze..
“Ready for round two?”
