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Paint Cans by P. P. Pentz
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Paint Cans
by P. P. Pentz
Copyright (C), 1992
Was this going too far? She couldn't help but wonder. She had only known
him for three weeks, but what a three weeks they had been!! She looked in
the mirror again. The cream-colored blouse was so thin, you could see
every detail of her ample breasts. She looked down at the small black
skirt laying on the bed. Picking it up, she turned and looked in the
mirror, holding it in front of her waist. This thing barely made it down
to midthigh BEFORE she put it on. How short would it be once she stepped
into it? She sat down on the edge of her bed and put her feet through the
waist band. The stretchy black material formed tightly around her body as
she pulled it over her bare ass. Nope, this evening she wasn't going to
wear any underwear. She stood in front of the mirror again, standing first
to her left then to her right, then her back side. This thing sure was
short! Was she going too far? She would have to be mighty careful not to
give everyone a free show! She thought about putting some underwear on,
but she felt so sexy without it. Besides, she wanted to make sure he knew
what was on her mind.
She picked up the brush on the dresser and began running it through her
long, thick, dark, almost black hair. As she was brushing her eyes kept
looking down at her outfit. With the blouse she had on, it was pretty
noticable that she wasn't wearing a bra, but that is exactly what she
wanted. If this didn't do the trick, nothing would! Ever since she met
him, she knew what they would eventually do. She didn't know how long it
would take, but she knew. Tonight was the night.
She had met Brandon only three weeks ago, when her girl friend introduced
her to him at a party. Immediately she could tell there was chemistry,
LOTS of chemistry. They spent the rest of the party together, and he
called her every day since. They had one out several times, too. What
really made her notice him was that he didn't come on to her like almost
everyone else she dated. He had always been the perfect gentleman.
>From the start she was amazed at how her body reacted to him. Even at the
party, she was so turned on from just talking to him that her panties were
sopping wet. All she had to do was think about him, picture his face in
her mind, hear his voice, and she would start to wiggle. Like right now!
She put the brush down, tucked her shirt into the skirt and stepped back.
She wanted everything to be just perfect. She had even put scented lotion
all over her body and legs, especially her legs. They were as soft and
smooth as they had ever been.
Hmmm...she was ready before he got there. That had never happened before.
She always made it a point to make her date wait a few minutes before she
was ready to go--she didn't want to appear too eager. But tonight, she WAS
eager, so she didn't care about appearances. She had better be careful how
much she thought about him though. Her nipples were so hard, they looked
like they were ready to pop through her blouse!
He could sure be mysterious sometimes. Like tonight, for instance. He
wouldn't tell her what they were going to do. He would only tell her that
it was a surprise. The evil little glint in his eyes when he said that
made her a little nervous, but at the same time it made her so hot she
thought she might melt. What did he have in mind? Several times in the
last week he had joked about tieing her up and raping her. She had never
given bondage much thought, other than it was something she would never
want to do. When he said that, though, a very vivid image of her, tied up,
and completely helpless pushed into her mind. He was standing over her,
touching every part of her naked body. The image didn't scare her at all.
Instead it made her very excited. Even now, as she pictured it, she could
feel herself getting quite hot. She put her hands on her face and slapped
her cheeks a couple times. She had to stop thinking like that!
The doorbell was ringing. She jumped up, straightened her blouse and
skirt, and rushed to the door. When she opened it, Brandon was standing
there, and when he saw her, his mouth dropped open.
"WOW, you look GREAT!" He managed to say.
She could feel herself blushing. "Thanks. You look pretty sharp yourself!
So tell me, hot stuff, what the heck are we doing tonight?"
"I've told you. . .its a surprise!" That evil glint flashed through his
eyes again. This time she felt no fear, but it sure made her knees weak!
"Its a surprise, eh? Well, shall we?" She said, motioning toward the
door.
"Ladies first!"
She stepped out the door in front of him and bounced down the walk toward
his car. She could feel his eyes looking at her, watching her ass wiggle
with each step she took. This skirt was tight, so it followed the curves
of her ass very closely. She didn't mind one bit. When they reached the
car, he jumped in front of her and opened the door for her. Always the
gentleman. He walked around the front of the car to his side. As he
walked, she thought about how georgous he was. He was a sharp dresser, and
tonight was no exception. The black Dockers he wore on showed off his ass
very nicely. His burgundy shirt made no attempt to hide his well-muscled
arms, and the thin black tie accented the whole outfit nicely. His sandy
brown hair was always combed immaculately, not a hair out of place. She
felt very lucky to be with him.
When he started driving down the road, he turned to her and said, "I have
something for you. Take your shoes off."
Take her shoes off?? She had slipped on a pair of black, low-heeled shoes,
in case they were going to dance. She lifted one foot up and pulled the
shoe off, then she did the same with the other.
"Look in the back seat," he told her. "See the shoe box? Open it."
She turned around and looked. Sure enough, there was a shoe box. She
reached back, picked it up and layed it in her lap. The cover slipped off
easily. What she saw made her gasp. Inside the box was a pair of fire
engine red high-heeled shoes. The heel was the highest she had ever seen.
They had to be at least six inches.
"Put them on."
Put these things on? He had to be kidding. She looked at him, but he
wasn't smiling.
"You really want me to put these on?" she asked.
"Yes." His voice was different. She had never heard him sound like this.
He was very forceful, demanding, but at the same time gentle.
She pulled one out of the box and examined it. He had done his homework.
They were the right size. She slipped the left one on first, and when she
went to fasten the strap around her ankle, she noticed a small keyhole.
"Do these things lock on my feet?" She wondered aloud.
"Yep, they sure do." That evil glint was stronger than she had ever seen.
Shoes that lock to your feet. She had never heard of such a thing, but the
idea of having these bright red, very high heels locked to her feet made
her squirm and wiggle. She closed the strap around her ankle and felt it
lock in place. She pulled the right one out of the box and slipped her
foot into it. The strap went around that ankle, and also locked in place.
She sat up, pulling her skirt down. It had been creeping up when she put
the shoes on.
She placed the shoes flat on the floor of the car and looked at what they
did to her legs. She was amazed at how sexy they looked. Brandon was
admiring them too. A small grin was creeping across his face. She reached
down and attempted to pull one off.
"They don't come off," he said quietly. He was right. She could not pull
them off.
She sat back in her seat. She couldn't believe how sexy she felt! Having
those shoes locked on her feet made her feel more womanly than she had ever
felt in her life. Her cunt was getting very juicy, and her very erect
nipples were rubbing against the inside of her blouse. Whatever he had in
mind he had better do it quickly, or she was going to rape him!!
"Open the glove box," he said after a few moments. "There's something else
for you."
Something else? Puzzled, she leaned forward and turned the knob, opening
the glove box. A shinny pair of metal handcuffs came spilling out, landing
on her lap. Her mouth dropped open.
"Wha-what are these??" She stammered.
"Handcuffs," he answered. "Put them on." His eyes had that evil glint,
and he was smiling slightly. He was very serious.
She picked them up and looked at them. They looked authentic. They were
completely made of metal, very solid. The cuffs were connected by a short
three-link chain, and they were open, ready to be placed on someone's
wrists. From the sound of things, those wrists were to be her's.
"Oh Brandon, I don't know about this. I don't think..."
"Put them on," he said again.
Suddenly she felt very small sitting next to him. He was in control. He
knew it, and she knew it. If it had been any other time, with anyone else,
she would have told him exactly where he could stick his hand cuffs, but
there was something different about him. He made her feel like she had
never felt in her life. She actually wanted to put the cuffs on. Slowly
she placed one of the cuffs around her left wrist. The cold metal on her
soft skin sent vibrations right to her very juicy cunt. She closed it,
locking it snuggly around her slender wrist. She looked at him. He was
watching every move she made. He nodded his head, motioning her to
continue. She brought her right wrist over to her left, but the chain was
so short she had a little trouble getting the cuff around her wrist.
Stablizing the cuff between her left hand and her leg, she was able to get
her wrist into the cuff. With her eyes closed, she squeezed it shut on her
slender right wrist, locking it snuggly in place. She was no longer free.
She held her hands out in front of her, looking them over. The metal
almost glowed. She tested the strength of the chain, pulling with all her
might. It didn't budge. She tried to wiggle one of her wrists out of the
cuff, but her hand would only move slightly. When the cuff reached the
wider part of her hand, it stopped right there. If she pulled any harder,
it would dig into her skin. They were locked on her, and they weren't
coming off without the key. She didn't mind. She didn't mind one bit.
She slid across the seat to Brandon, snuggling as close as she could. She
put her chained hands around his well muscled arm and began slowly stroking
it, back and forth. Her legs looked very long, and very sexy with the red
high heels locked on her feet. She sighed. She had never been happier.
"You are in for the evening of your life," he told her, his voice deep and
authoritative. She put her head on his shoulder. She didn't care what
they did, as long as they did it together.
As they pulled off the main road onto a small dirt one, she sat up and
looked around. She had no idea where they were. She hadn't been paying
attention. The road was quite narrow, with thick woods growing on both
sides. She tried to see in front of them, but the road was very curvy.
Smiling to herself, she sat back again, snuggling into Brandon. Was he
taking her to some secluded hide-a-way? She felt like she belonged to him,
body and soul. She wanted to make him happy in every way.
The car slowed to a stop. Looking around, she ealized they were on a
large estate. The house they were parked in front of was huge!
"Whose place IS this?" She wondered.
"It belongs to a friend of mine. He said we could use it for the weekend.
What do you think?"
"My God, its gorgous! Can we go in?"
"Sure," he answered. He opened the car door, stepped out, and walked
around to her side. After opening her door, he held his hand out. She
held her locked wrists up to him. Instead of taking one of her hands, he
grabbed the chain between them and pulled her out quickly, right into his
arms. Their faces were only inches apart.
"You are mine tonight," he said quietly.
The forcefullness with which he pulled her up took her breath away. She
wanted to stay right there in his arms. She was so hot. Every move he
made, every word he said made her even hotter.
"Oh Brandon. Take me inside, please?" She whispered.
Grinning, he effortlessly lifted her off her feet, and carried her to the
front door. She felt so small in his arms, so totally his. She laid her
head on his broad shoulder, trying to get as close as she could. All too
soon they were at the front door and he was setting her down. She wasn't
sure if it was the heels or how she felt, but she had to lean against the
house to keep from falling. Her cunt was so incredibly wet, she was afraid
she might start dripping right there on the step. Finally, he dug the key
out of his pocket and opened the door. Once again, with ease, he lifted
her off her feet and carried her through the door.
When they were into the entryway, she expected him to put her down again,
but instead he kept walking toward a door on the other side of the room.
Still holding her, he reached out with his hand and opened it. She could
hardly see anything inside, just a dimly lit stairway that disappeared into
darkness. He began slowly walking down the stairs. What was down here?
What did he have planned?
As they desended, she could feel it getting cooler. This must have been a
wine cellar, she thought. When they reached the bottom, her ees were
beginning to adjust to the dim light. She could see a large wooden door in
front of them. He set her down, but he kept ahold of the chain between her
wrists. Did he think she was going to run? In these heels? Besides, she
wanted him so much, she didn't care what he did to her. Didn't he realize
that? He dug another key out of his pocket, and opened the deadbolt lock
with a resounding 'clunck!'
The door swung open with a loud 'creeeeaaaaak.' The room was rather small,
probably 20 feet by 20 feet, it had no windows, no other doors, and only a
single light for illumination. The walls, floor, and ceiling were all
painted a bright white, making the room appear brighter than it actually
was. He pulled her into the room, still holding the chain between her
wrists. Walking was very difficult with the red high heels locked on her
feet. He seemed to enjoy watching her. The ceiling looked quite high, at
least 10 feet, and she noticed there were large hooks everywhere. Looking
around the room, she could only see three items. A step ladder, two paint
cans, and a spool of rope. This was the terrific weekend?
Quickly and forcefully he pulled her over to the paint cans. She had to
take small running steps just to keep up. She kept hoping he would turn
around, take her in his arms and kiss her until she fainted, but it
appeared he had other things on his mind. Still holding her chain with one
hand, he reached down and picked up the white, nylon rope. He let one end
fall to the floor, checking to see how long it was. She had seen rope like
this before. It was very strong.
"Perfect! About 15 feet long!" He seemed rather pleased.
Pulling her hands out in front of her, he started feeding the rope down
between her arms. When he reached the middle of the rope, he stopped feeding
it through. She watched every move he made. He seemed so excited. His eyes
were dancing. At that point in the rope he wrapped it around the chain
between her wrists twice, and tied a tight square knt. The rope was now
secured to her chain, with the two ends dangling at her feet, each about
seven feet long. The knot he tied was right in the center of the rope. What
did he have in mind??
When he kneeled to pick up the two ends of the rope, he paused for a
moment. He was looking at her legs. For a moment it looked like he might
reach out and touch them, but instead he stood up. He turned toward the
paint cans and gave a quick tug on the rope. She followed him.
"Stand on the paint cans," he told her.
"What!?" She looked at him, puzzled.
"I said, stand on the paint cans."
She expected him to break out in a big grin and start laughing, but he
never did. He was completely serious. She looked down at the cans. They
were ordinary one gallon paint cans with the covers still on. She couldn't
believe she was doing this. He had such power over her. No man had ever
been able to make her do things like this. What was it about him? All she
wanted to do was please him, do anything he asked.
She put her right foot on one can, lifted herself up, and put her left foot
on the other can. He was looking her over very thoroughly, his eyes
gleaming. Still holding the ends of the rope, he slid the step ladder over
next to her, and climbed. Before she knew what was happening, he was
pulling the ropes over one of the hooks in the ceiling and pulling it
tight. Her arms jerked over her head.
"BRANDON!" She protested.
It was too late. He pulled the ropes tight. Her hands were straight over
her head, the rope pulled so tight that her feet almost left the paint
cans. He tied them there, securely. She looked up at her wrists, held
there painfully by the handcuffs and rope, her long dark hair dangling down
her back. Twisting her wrist back and forth slightly, she tried to squeeze
one of her hands through the small opening in the cuff. Her hand would not
fit. She looked up at where the rope was tied to the ceiling. No way, it
was hopelessly out of reach.
"Brandon, Please! Don't do this. Let me down!!"
"Sorry babe. Can't do that." His voice was so deep, forcefull.
He walked toward her. He was going to let her down!! Wasn't he? He
stopped right in front of her, his face only an inch from her tits.
Reaching around behind her, he placed placed his hands on the back of her
legs and started slowly moving them down. When his fingers touched her
legs, they sent a jolt of ecstasy vibrating through her whole body. She
had been hoping for his touch all night. With her arms tied over her head,
her feet locked in high heels, his touch reached deep within her soul. She
had never been this hot before! When his hands reached her ankles, he
stood back up.
Suddenly, he kicked one of the paint cans, moving it away from the other
about six inches. Then he kicked the other can, sliding it about six
inches too. He kicked them again and again, sliding them farther and
farther apart. Then the full realization of her predicament hit her. He
was kicking the paint cans apart to spead her legs!! She had no choice,
she had to keep her feet on them. He had tied her hands over her head high
enough that if she fell off the cans, her feet would not reach the floor.
She would be hanging by the handcuffs locked around her wrists! The cold
harsh metal of the cuffs would dig into her tender flesh. She had to stay
on the cans!!
Again and again he kicked them, spreading her legs farther and farther
apart. With each kick, her skirt crept higher on her thighs, showing more
and more of her long, shapely legs. If he didn't stop, he would soon know
that she was wearing no underwear. Finally, when the cans were about three
feet apart, he stopped.
She looked down at her feet, spread so far apart by the cans. She tried to
lift one of her legs up to slide the can back in, but her other leg was
spread out too. Without it right below her, it couldn't support her weight
and her whole body was hanging by her wrists. She quickly put her foot back
down on the can. She tried to slide the can without lifting her leg, but
it almost tipped over. If that happened, she would be hanging from her
wrists, too. She was stuck.
"Please, Brandon. Let me down," she begged.
"Not yet, my sweet. Not just yet."
She shifted her weight ack and forth on her feet, trying to get
comfortable. The hand cuffs were tight against her wrists, making them
sore. Her feet and ankles were hurting from the high heels locked on them.
Her legs were already getting tired from being spread so far apart. How
long was he going to leave her like this?
Suddenly she felt his arms wrapping around her waist from behind. She
gasped for breath. All the sensations she was feeling came together in a
wave of fire that started at her pussy and spread all over her body. She
was hot. Incredibly hot. She didn't know she could have feelings like
this. Slowly he slid his hands up her body toward her breasts. She tipped
her head back, closed her eyes and slowly licked her lips. Her hips were
moving back and forth against his body, her ass pressed against him
tightly. When his hands reached her tits, he cupped them and squeezed
firmly. Shivers went directly from her tits to her cunt. She was very
wet. As he squeezed her tits, he nestled his face into her neck and began
kissing lightly. Shivers ran up and down her spine. She longed for him to
touch her pussy. She wanted him, now!
With his arms still around her and his face pressed against her back, he
slowly started sliding down her entire body, kissing her lightly on the
back occasionally. As his hands glided down the front of her shirt, he
quickly unbuttoned every button, his fingers tickling her bare skin. She
shifted her weight back and forth, trying to rub against him. She looked
up at her wrists. If only she could get them loose, she could turn around
and surrender to him completely. They were locked and tied to a hook in
the ceiling. She could not get them free.
As he desended, his hands went over the front of her skirt and between her
legs, just barely brushing against her sopping pussy. When he touched her,
a wave of ecstasy spread through her entire body. She could orgasm at any
moment. All it would take was a little more touching! His face brushed
against her bare ass, and he kissed it softly. Her sirt was forced up
high because her legs were spread so far apart. Lower and lower he
desended down her right leg, his face pressed against the back, and his
hands lightly caressing the front. When he reached her knee, he took a
little skin in his mouth and bit it lightly. She wished she could move,
press her pussy against something, but if she moved too much she would
almost fall off the cans. When he reached her foot, he kissed her ankle
lightly and licked the top of the shoe that was locked in place.
When he started back up, he took his hands away and touched his tongue to
the soft, smooth skin on the back of her leg. As he traveled up, he licked
the back of her leg in long, slow strokes, each ending slightly higher than
the last. Over her calf, past the back of her knee, up her thigh. As he
approached her ass, he began moving inward on her leg. Higher and higher,
slowly moving closer to her hot, ready pussy. She tried to push down to
him, but the handcuffs and rope would not allow her. She had to wait for
im. She hardly felt the pain anymore. All the sensations she was
experiencing were coming together. Instead of pain, she felt only pure
pleasure.
When his tongue touched her clit, she almost fell from the cans. Her legs
were weak. Her flesh was on fire. With each stroke his tongue made on her
clit, the waves of ecstasy grew stronger. Her whole body was shaking. She
was sooooooo close!! She could feel the orgasm beginning in her clit and
spreading like fire throughout her body. Then, suddenly, it was gone. He
had stopped licking her!!
"No, please, don't stop now!! PLEASE!!" She looked down at him, begging.
He just looked at her and smiled wickedly. "Not yet, my dear, not just
yet. We have to play a little more."
"Oh God," she cried. "Please!?"
She shifted back and forth on the cans, moving her hips around, trying to
finish what was soooo close. She couldn't. She was so helpless, she
couldn't even finish. Again she looked up at the handcuffs, trying to pull
one of her hands free. The metal cruely dug into her soft, tender skin.
Maybe if she pulled down with both hands, the rope would come loose. She
tried, but she couldn't pull very hard. The cuffs hurt too much.
Brandon was suddenly standing directly in front of her. He reached out
with his hands and pulled the front of her blouse apart, exposing her tits
and very erect nipples. As he did that, his fingers brushed against her
skin, sending spasms throughout her body. She was still incredibly close
to an orgasm. She closed her eyes, waiting for him to touch her again.
Instead, she felt a sharp stinging sensation from her right nipple. Her
eyes shot open and she looked down. To her horror, he was putting
something on her nipple! It was a clamp! The pain shot through her body,
but to her suprise it only made her hotter. He reached toward her left
nipple with an open clamp. Slowly he placed it over her, and let it start
to close. The sharp contrast of the cold metal agaist her hot flesh made
her jump. Again, the pain that shot through her body only made her hotter.
Then she noticed the cables. Attached to the clamps were small, metalic
cables that Brandon was holding. He slid the ladder over by him and
climbed. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. He pulled the cables
up and over another hook in the ceiling that was about five feet directly
in front of her. Slowly he took up the slack, pulling more and more of the
cables over the hook. When the slack was gone, they began pulling her
nipples up toward the hook. She was forced to arch her back, trying to
raise her tits as far as she could. Her nipples felt like they were on
fire. When he was satisfied that they were tight enough, he tied them to
the hook. Now, every move she made caused the clamps to pull on her tits.
She could barely breath. She felt so helpless.
He walked over to her, stuck his head between the cables and grabbed a
handfull of hair. He pulled her head down and gave her a soft kiss on the
lips. He stepped back, and with his foot he kicked each can one more time,
spreading her legs even farther apart. He turned and walked away. When he
reached the door, he turned, blew her a kiss, and closed the door behind
him. She heard the distinct 'clink' of the deadbolt being locked. He was
leaving her, and locking her in!! She was truely his prisoner.
"BRANDON!!" She screamed. "PLEASE!! Dont leave me like this!! BRANDON!!"
She sat completely still for a moment, hoping she would hear him unlock the
door and return to her. Nothing. Only silence. Where did he go?? How
long was he going to leave her like this? She shifted back and forth on
the cans again, trying to change her position, get more comfortable. Why
did he spread her legs even more? She was still incredibly hot, her pussy
burning with dsire. Every move she made caused the cables to pll on her
tits, sending bolts right to her pussy If she could only pull the cans
together, she would at least be more comfortable. She would have to be
extremely careful, though. If she fell with the clamps on her nipples,
they would cause extreme pain. She doubted she could get her hands loose,
but at least her legs wouldn't be spread so. She had to try. She looked
up at her wrists encased in the handcuffs. Maybe, if she could support her
weight by her wrists for only a few seconds, she could move the cans.
Taking a deep breath, she began pulling up with her arms. The pain in her
wrists was excruciating. Quickly she lifted her left foot and put her toe
on the far side of the can. She slowly started pulling it in, trying to
slide the can inward. Instead of sliding though, the can tipped, nearly
falling over.
"NO!" She screamed. She put her foot back on the can, stopping it from
tipping over. She let herself back down, putting her weight back on her
legs. "Damn it!! That was too close!" Her legs were still spread far
apart.
Her wrists were throbbing, her legs aching. She looked up at the cuffs
holding her wrists. She couldn't untie the knot because he had left the
ends of the rope up by the hook in the ceiling when he tied it there.
Again, she tred wiggling her hand, attempting to pull it through one of
the cuffs. She couldn't even get close to pulling it through. Oh god!
Where was he?? She was helpless. She couldn't get free. She needed him.
She kept moving, shifting her weight back and forth, doing anything she
could to get more comfortable. Every move she made caused the clamps and
cables to pull her nipples, keeping her incredebly hot.
She twisted her back, trying to move it to a new position. The clamps were
forcing her to arch her back, keeping her tits as high as possible. This
also forced her to stick her ass out.
Suddenly the door 'clunked' as the deadbolt was unlocking. She sighed with
relief as Brandon stepped back into the room. He had only been gone for a
few minutes.
"Please, Brandon, untie me. I can't take much more of this," she pleaded.
Then she noticed he was carrying something in his hand. Oh God, NO!! It
was a big wooden paddle!
He walked around behind her without saying a word, that evil glint glowing
in his eyes. She felt him lifting her skirt up, fulling exposing her bare,
protruding ass.
"Brandon? Please don't do this!!"
She had barely got the words out when she heard a 'whoosh' sound and
immediately a 'THWACK' as the paddle made contact. Pain seared through her
ass, making her yelp. She nearly fell off the paint cans. Again, 'whoosh'
followed by 'THWACK!' Her ass felt like it was on fire as again and again
he slapped the paddle against her soft, tender skin. Finally, after seven
or eight times, she heard him put the paddle down. Heat was radiating from
her ass. What she felt next nearly made her cum right there. He was
softly touching the skin that he had just paddled. The contrast of his
light, almost tickling touch and the searing heat of the paddle made her
whole body tremble with desire. He was playing her like an instrument,
pushing all the right buttons.
His hands left her ass and began slowly moving up her back, under her
shirt. Her pussy was sopping wet, her breathing deep. She remembered what
happened last time she nearly had an orgasm. She wasn't going to give him
the satisfaction this time. She would fight off the orgasm! He brought
his lips to her back and began lightly kissing her skin, moving around in
circles. His hands slid around in front of her, lightly touching the
bottom of her breasts. Her body was reacting to him, whether she wanted it
to or not. Her skin tingled everywhere he touched. Helplessly she moved
her hips back and forth as her pussy burned with desire. He slid his hands
higher on her tits, toward her nipples. He pulled lightly on the cables,
sending searing heat right to her pussy.
All the sensations she was feeling were coming together. She no longer
felt pain, only growing desire. Her whole body longed for his touch.
Crouching, he put his head down by her feet and began licking the inside of
her slender ankle. As he did before, he began making long, slow licking
strokes up the inside of her leg, each ending slightly higher than the
last. Occasionally he would take a small piece of skin between his teeth
and bite down lightly. The higher he moved on her leg, the hotter she got.
She didn't know she could feel this way! Spasms of desire coarsed through
her helpless body, causing her to move her hips up and down and in circles.
The pulling of the cables on her nipples only heightened her desire. She
thought she would explode!
As he licked the inside of her knee, she tried to move her pussy down to
him, but the cuffs holding her wrists would not allow it. The pain in her
wrists, legs, and nipples were combining into one incredible force that was
rocking her body with spasms of desire. Her burning pussy was dripping wet
as he moved closer and closer. He licked the very top of her leg, just
outside her pussy. He bit her skin lightly.
Suddenly a wave of fire swept through her entire body. His tongue was on
her pussy. With long, slow strokes he moved his tongue toward her clit.
Shivers ran up and down her spine, and down the back of her legs. With his
tongue he slowly traced circles around her clit, just barely touching the
outside. Then, as she rocked with spasms, he moved it across the top of
her clit. Her whole body tingled and burned as the orgasm grew. Wave
after wave of pleasure, each stronger than the last, swept through her.
She screamed.
An incredible wave of delicious orgasm overtook her body, sucking the air
from her lungs. She couldn't move, she couldn't breath. Her body was
locked in place, suspended by the most intense orgasm she had ever
experienced.
Then it was over.
She no longer had the strength to remain on the paint cans. Her legs
buckled, and she started to fall. Suddenly she felt a strong arm wrap
around her, lifting her. She felt the clamps being removed from her
nipples, and the rope holding her wrists being cut. Her arms dropped,
exhausted. She felt herself being lifted. There was nothing she could do.
Sleep overcame her.
She opened her eyes and blinked. Where was she? Her hands were no longer
handcuffed, and the shoes had been removed from her eet. Brandon was
sitting in a chair next to the bed she was laying in. He looked concerned.
"Are you alright?" he asked her.
She started to roll over toward him, but her whole body ached. "Yes, I
think so. How long have I been asleep?"
"About 5 hours."
"Have you been sitting there the whole time?"
"Yes," he answered. "I was afraid I had been too hard on you."
"You were pretty hard on me, alright."
She thought about how he had tied her up, all the things he did to her.
She thought about the incredible orgasm she had experienced.
"I only have one question for you, mister," she finally said.
"What's that?"
"When can we go back down to the cellar?"
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