Sweet Torture

Do you remember it? I had come home early, to find you in our bedroom pleasuring yourself with your favourite dildo. I had to punish you. What else could I do? I had taken you to our play room in the basement, as naked as when I had found you. You still even had the cum on your thighs, evidence of your previous excitement.

I had made you stand in front of our St. Andrews cross, although what that old man would have thought of our version, I can only guess. First, I tied your right wrist to the frame. Then your left. I paused for a moment to suck your right nipple. Or was it your left? Then I made you move your right leg, so that I could secure your ankle. Before repeating the process with your left one.

And there you were, beautifully spread out, a human X. But I wasn't finished with you yet. Far from it. I raised the cross, then turned it so that you were suspended horizontally at my waist height. But that would only become significant later. I placed a ball gag in your mouth, fastening its strap behind your head. Being careful not to trap your raven hair in the process. Then I completed your imprisonment by blindfolding you.

You looked magnificent lying there. So perfect, so vulnerable. Waiting to be used, to be abused. To be taken to the brink time after time. But never allowed release. I was already so hard that it was almost painful. I allowed myself to stroke my shaft in anticipation of what was to come. But not too much. I didn't want to spoil my fun.

I moved to stand between your spread thighs, looking at your perfect sex. Your lips were spread wide open for me, revealing every detail of what they normally protected. I moved my head closer, so that you would feel my breath upon your bud. Warmth in the chill of the basement, that I knew would feel like a white hot brand to your aroused body.

I ran my tongue lightly over your lips, tasting the saltiness of your cum. You shivered at my touch and I so wanted to take you right then. But I was strong. I left you there. Alone in your darkness. Not knowing if I was still there, or not. If I would relieve you, or not.

I went into our kitchen and made myself a coffee. But I was too wound up to drink it. So I wandered upstairs to our bedroom, the scent of your arousal still lingering in the room. Your toy was lying discarded on the bed. I could see your cum glistening along its length and picked it up to better examine it. I sniffed it, holding it close to my nostrils. It smelled so good.

Ummmm. It tasted good too. You had been so turned on as you fucked yourself with it. I could feel the energy it contained, the sexual power that you had created as you rammed it in and out of yourself. Over and over again. But you hadn't reached your orgasm had you? You had been teasing yourself, prolonging your release. But I had arrived home before you got there. Had spoilt your fun. And now it was my turn to prolong your torment.

You used to be afraid of the dark. Do you remember? Then you had met me and learnt that the darkness is our haven, our place of refuge from an uncaring world. It is the place where each of us can learn our own truth, where we can find out who we truly are.

I had a shower, the hot water increasing my desire as it ran down my chest, before streaming off my twitching cock like rain from some erotic waterspout. I took my time drying myself, not sure who I was tormenting more, you or me. Then I pulled on a pair of baggy trousers and quietly returned to the basement.

My eyes lingered on your breasts as I entered the room. Even though you were on your back, they still jutted proudly towards the ceiling. Your nipples hardened as I looked at them. Could you feel the intensity of my gaze upon them?

I picked up a candle from the side, that big altar candle we used to keep for such a moment as this. I had to search for a moment until I found a lighter, when I turned around you were looking at me with your blindfolded eyes. You were still unsure what I was going to do. What was it that gave it away for you? Was it the smell of the paraffin wax candle? Or did you not know until you heard the familiar sound of the ratchet on the lighter?

The candle's wick burst into flame and I used it to melt the wax around the brim of the candle. I needed a small puddle for what was to come next. Your body had tensed in anticipation of my next act. I held the candle over the soft flesh of your belly, touched its base to your skin. Then angled it, tracing a line of molten wax from your navel to the rise of your shaven mound.

You moaned around your gag. But I knew you were enjoying it. I could smell your excitement. It told me that your nectar was already running from your pussy. I let the liquid wax build up again, then traced another line, slightly to the right of the first. I wanted to coat your nipples but wanted to suck them more, so contented myself with drawing a third line, to the left of the first.

Each time, I was mesmerised by the way your muscles tensed in time with the kiss of the wax. It was like watching a wave flowing over your body. The three lines formed a rough arrow, that pointed to your sex. I kissed your mound at their point, following their directions to the start of your lips. You were so wet. But you had been very naughty and I was not going to grant you any release yet.

Instead, I walked back to the side, returning the candle and lighter to the counter. Slowly, I opened a drawer. Knowing that you could hear what I was doing but being forced to guess what I was going to take from the drawer to torture you further.

I chose three clamps. The first I put on your right nipple, tightening it so that your nipple stood rigidly to attention. The second one I put on your left nipple in exactly the same manner. I then went to stand between your spread thighs, so that I could see properly while I attached the third clamp.

I gave your groin a playful slap, the blow eliciting a soggy sound as it landed. I then pealed back your hood to reveal your bud in all its glory. It was already swollen from your need, making it easy for me to attach the third clamp. I tightened it until your clit was nicely squeezed between its blades, then gave your bud a lick. You tasted so good. Always!

I returned to the side again, opening another draw and retrieving a leather flogger. I stood by your right side, playing the flogger's tails over your sex. You murmured something incomprehensible around your gag. Were you asking me to beat you? I hope so, because that is what I did.

I did nine strokes to your right thigh. Then moved to your left and gave your left thigh nine strokes too. Always nine. The number of completion and success. But you still wouldn't have your completion yet my love.

Your thighs had beautifully red weals upon them. The marks following the graceful curves of your muscular legs. I kissed them all, the touch of my lips causing you to shiver. I wished that I could turn you over to flog your gorgeous bottom as well. But that would defuse the tension we had created, as it would take too long. Instead, I teased your nipples by dragging the ends of the tails over them, ensuring that I didn't touch anything else, not even your areolae.

After a while, I replaced the flogger in its drawer, exchanging it for your dildo. Stood between your splayed legs once more, I touched its tip to your entrance. No, no. I tied you much too well for you to be able to wriggle yourself onto it my little slut. I drew circles around your entrance for a moment, making you silently scream. Then rammed it deep into your eagerly waiting depths.

I promptly withdrew it again so that I could see how much cum coated it. That was more than enough for what I wanted to do next. I could almost hear you screaming abuse at me but you couldn't because of the gag. I couldn't help but chuckle to myself.

I removed the clamps from your nipples, then used your cum to draw circles around your large areolae. I had to dip the dildo into your sex twice to get enough 'ink' to complete my masterpiece, then stood back to admire my work. Your cum was so thick that it looked like icing on the top of a bun, your nipples providing some sweet, perhaps strawberry flavour? I licked your left one. No, it was too salty to be strawberry.

I inserted the dildo into your sex once more, holding it there with my left hand, while I struggled to undo the strap of your gag with my right. The strap finally fell free and I removed the dildo ready for my next act. I placed my right hand gently over the gag, covering your mouth for a moment. I could feel your breath on the edge of my hand. You were panting in heat, like some bitch ready to be mounted.

I yanked the gag away but before you could say anything or close your mouth, I replaced it with the dildo. I sensed your eyes actually dilating as you ran your tongue around the shaft trying to get every drop of your cum. I pulled it out, holding it so that you could lick along its length. How I wanted that to be my cock. And why not? It was you who had to be punished, not I.

I threw the toy onto the side, then slowly undid my trousers. Stepping out of them, I stood between your thighs once more and touched the end of my twitching cock to your sex. It was like an electric shock as a bolt of energy shot along my shaft. I inched my hips forwards, sinking my glans into your warm softness. You moaned as I built up I slow rhythm but quickly began yelling at me to fuck you properly.

I couldn't have that. The poor neighbours might have heard you. OK. I couldn't give a flying fuck if they did or not but it was a good excuse to ram my cock in your mouth and you didn't complain then did you? Not at all. Not until I shot my load down your throat anyway. Then you called me all sorts of names you ungrateful woman.

I should have simply left you there for the night. But I am much too good to you. Remember how I freed you right arm and gave you your toy? I had wanted to leave you there for the night but you made too much noise screaming as you orgasmed over & over. It was too much for me. I had to return to feel my cock buried in you. To fill your sweet cunt with my cum. Then I gagged and slept the sleep of the exhausted.

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