terrorscaptain in topic Fine literature
You lie spread across the bed, arms and legs outstretched, waiting, your eyes closed. A pair of hands caress their way from your chest to the tips of your fingers, as a second pair stroke your thighs, your calves, your feet. You sigh, slightly nervous, but also excited, as we begin to bind you, metal buckles clinking and leather creaking as the padded cuffs are secured around your ankles and wrists, and finally, in sequence, four sharp clicks as heavy clips secure them to the ropes leading to the corners of the bed.
You open your eyes, and see us looking down at you.
He smiles and shakes his head in a mock reprimand before pulling his shirt off, his familiar scent growing slightly stronger. He lays his hand over your eyes, and you close them again, turning your face into his warm palm as he runs his fingers through your hair.
He places his shirt over your eyelids and tucks it under your head. The smell is intoxicating now, a mixture of his cologne and a hint of sweat that seem to surround you. His fingers again caress your scalp, and he lifts your head slightly, and another scents blends with his aroma as my forearms brush against your cheeks. Your head is lowered again onto the mattress, and you feel a slight pressure as my neck tie is secured around his shirt, holding it firmly in place. We take a step back to admire the sight of you lying there, exposed and vulnerable. As you become aware of yourself, of your position, the situation, your heartbeat quickens slightly, your nipples hardening.
Pleased, we place our lips on you, kissing you first on the forehead, then behind the ears, the sides of your neck, and finally down your chest. You gasp slightly as our mouths close around your nipples, our tongues writhing around the sensitive tips. Your back arches slightly as the pleasure spreads through your breasts like electricity, and we pull away. You whimper, wanting it to continue, wanting more, and there will be more, but first you must earn it. More sounds reach your ears, more clinking metal, the rustling of fabric, as our clothes fall to the floor. Panting, you feel rings of cool plastic around your nipples, and then a slowly growing suction as the pumps are emptied of air, pulling your flesh up into them until it becomes slightly painful. A hand moves between your legs, spreading you open, and a third pump is placed upon you. Your head presses into the mattress, your hips lifting as far as your restraints will allow, as the three points of intense sensation claim your full attention, but one thing remains. Fingers, who's you don't know, or much care at this point, push you open again, slightly lower this time, and you feel a thin vibrating rod enter you, before the fingers retreat once more. Seconds drag on, the minutes. You begin to squirm, trying to coax the tormenting devices into moving, into giving you more, but to no avail. Then, at last, you feel our hands return, first to your hips, holding you down as one of us kisses and nibbles on your stomach, then your chest, gently kneading the soft flesh. You breathe in deeply, trying to discern by smell which of us is where, but the scent permeating the shirt over your eyes is too overpowering. You feel something press against your lips, and you instinctively part them. The rigid penis that enters your mouth is unfamiliar, the curve and girth noticeably different from what you're used to, and you realize who is where. You relax slightly with the epiphany, and immediately the vibration within you increases, taking you one step higher. You close your lips around me and begin to suck, your mind in a haze of arousal as I gently thrust in and out, the head of my shaft sliding over your tongue. At the other end of your awareness, the toy begins to move, matching my own movements as he teases you with it. I swell slightly in your mouth, and you suck harder in anticipation, but I pull away. The remaining hand on your hips relinquishes its firm grasp, the toy stops moving, and you moan with disappointment. Why are we torturing you like this? You feel warmth against your lips again, and you eagerly allow it access, desperate for the pleasure to resume, but it isn't me this time. Instead you feel His familiar form enter your mouth. We've swapped places. You gratefully devour him, relishing the taste of the small droplet of fluid indicating his readiness, eager for the reward of more, even if it's more teasing. The toy inside you moves again. I slowly pull it out and run the tip up between your folds. You groan around your master's erection as the vibrator touches the cylinder containing your clitoris. Then the pressure subsides, and the pump too is removed, only to be replaced by my tongue. Your hot, engorged little bud aches as I explore it, each lock producing an agonizing blend of pleasure and pain. Your hips start to buck. You're so close now, so ready. And so are we. In rapid succession we unclip your restraints from the ropes, and I enter you. You wrap your legs around me and grab His ass tightly, pulling us both as deep as possible. Your enthusiasm drives us insane, and we start driving into you, using you, as lost in our own need as you are in yours, and finally it arrives. Your face contorts beneath the blindfold as your body is consumed with pleasure. Your muscles tighten as the unrelenting abuse forces you quickly to a second orgasm, and I follow, my erection pumping inside you as I collapse onto my elbows, knocking one of the pumps off of your chest. The pain of it's release mingles madly with the pleasure consuming you, and you dig your fingernails into your His skin as you gasp, eyes watering. He tries to pull away, but you hold him in place and vigorously work his shaft until he too slumps forward over you, filling your mouth with your fourth well-earned reward. Panting, the three of us stay in position for almost a full minute. Our erections eventually subside, and we roll on to the bed on either side of you. You pull off the blindfold and roll onto your side, nestled contentedly between us. After a while we regain our strength, leisurely running our hands over you, kissing you. Then, on a whim, we kiss each other. Your eyes widen with surprise, and also something else, a tingle of curiosity. It seems the night isn't over after all.
You open your eyes, and see us looking down at you.
He smiles and shakes his head in a mock reprimand before pulling his shirt off, his familiar scent growing slightly stronger. He lays his hand over your eyes, and you close them again, turning your face into his warm palm as he runs his fingers through your hair.
He places his shirt over your eyelids and tucks it under your head. The smell is intoxicating now, a mixture of his cologne and a hint of sweat that seem to surround you. His fingers again caress your scalp, and he lifts your head slightly, and another scents blends with his aroma as my forearms brush against your cheeks. Your head is lowered again onto the mattress, and you feel a slight pressure as my neck tie is secured around his shirt, holding it firmly in place. We take a step back to admire the sight of you lying there, exposed and vulnerable. As you become aware of yourself, of your position, the situation, your heartbeat quickens slightly, your nipples hardening.
Pleased, we place our lips on you, kissing you first on the forehead, then behind the ears, the sides of your neck, and finally down your chest. You gasp slightly as our mouths close around your nipples, our tongues writhing around the sensitive tips. Your back arches slightly as the pleasure spreads through your breasts like electricity, and we pull away. You whimper, wanting it to continue, wanting more, and there will be more, but first you must earn it. More sounds reach your ears, more clinking metal, the rustling of fabric, as our clothes fall to the floor. Panting, you feel rings of cool plastic around your nipples, and then a slowly growing suction as the pumps are emptied of air, pulling your flesh up into them until it becomes slightly painful. A hand moves between your legs, spreading you open, and a third pump is placed upon you. Your head presses into the mattress, your hips lifting as far as your restraints will allow, as the three points of intense sensation claim your full attention, but one thing remains. Fingers, who's you don't know, or much care at this point, push you open again, slightly lower this time, and you feel a thin vibrating rod enter you, before the fingers retreat once more. Seconds drag on, the minutes. You begin to squirm, trying to coax the tormenting devices into moving, into giving you more, but to no avail. Then, at last, you feel our hands return, first to your hips, holding you down as one of us kisses and nibbles on your stomach, then your chest, gently kneading the soft flesh. You breathe in deeply, trying to discern by smell which of us is where, but the scent permeating the shirt over your eyes is too overpowering. You feel something press against your lips, and you instinctively part them. The rigid penis that enters your mouth is unfamiliar, the curve and girth noticeably different from what you're used to, and you realize who is where. You relax slightly with the epiphany, and immediately the vibration within you increases, taking you one step higher. You close your lips around me and begin to suck, your mind in a haze of arousal as I gently thrust in and out, the head of my shaft sliding over your tongue. At the other end of your awareness, the toy begins to move, matching my own movements as he teases you with it. I swell slightly in your mouth, and you suck harder in anticipation, but I pull away. The remaining hand on your hips relinquishes its firm grasp, the toy stops moving, and you moan with disappointment. Why are we torturing you like this? You feel warmth against your lips again, and you eagerly allow it access, desperate for the pleasure to resume, but it isn't me this time. Instead you feel His familiar form enter your mouth. We've swapped places. You gratefully devour him, relishing the taste of the small droplet of fluid indicating his readiness, eager for the reward of more, even if it's more teasing. The toy inside you moves again. I slowly pull it out and run the tip up between your folds. You groan around your master's erection as the vibrator touches the cylinder containing your clitoris. Then the pressure subsides, and the pump too is removed, only to be replaced by my tongue. Your hot, engorged little bud aches as I explore it, each lock producing an agonizing blend of pleasure and pain. Your hips start to buck. You're so close now, so ready. And so are we. In rapid succession we unclip your restraints from the ropes, and I enter you. You wrap your legs around me and grab His ass tightly, pulling us both as deep as possible. Your enthusiasm drives us insane, and we start driving into you, using you, as lost in our own need as you are in yours, and finally it arrives. Your face contorts beneath the blindfold as your body is consumed with pleasure. Your muscles tighten as the unrelenting abuse forces you quickly to a second orgasm, and I follow, my erection pumping inside you as I collapse onto my elbows, knocking one of the pumps off of your chest. The pain of it's release mingles madly with the pleasure consuming you, and you dig your fingernails into your His skin as you gasp, eyes watering. He tries to pull away, but you hold him in place and vigorously work his shaft until he too slumps forward over you, filling your mouth with your fourth well-earned reward. Panting, the three of us stay in position for almost a full minute. Our erections eventually subside, and we roll on to the bed on either side of you. You pull off the blindfold and roll onto your side, nestled contentedly between us. After a while we regain our strength, leisurely running our hands over you, kissing you. Then, on a whim, we kiss each other. Your eyes widen with surprise, and also something else, a tingle of curiosity. It seems the night isn't over after all.
