Fantasy #2

As he carries me into his bedroom, I know to continue my silence. He lays me in a large bath of war water and begins to wash away the signs from the night’s use of my body. He gently sponges me with warm, soapy water, cleaning my face, my breasts, between my legs, washing away all the accumulated fluids. I have no way of knowing if some of his own essence has mingled with the others. When he is satisfied that I am clean, he has me rise from the tub, drapes me in a warmed towel, and leads me by the hand to his bed.

There he has me lie down on the plush covering, drying me tenderly. He begins to apply a soothing balm to my bruised lips, my raw nipples and lightly over my clit and then a deep massage into my anus. As he circles over me, rubbing and soothing, he whispers that the night is just starting for me and it will soon be his turn to use me too. I feel my breath catch and my heart pound but I say nothing. His kneading of my breasts becomes more insistent and I feel him push me down hard on the bed. He instructs me to pull my arms above my head and clasp my hands together. I do as I’m told and I feel the shush of satin on my wrists as he binds me. I test my restraints as inconspicuously as I can and find them quite firm.

I can hear him unbutton his trousers and then the weight of his body astride mine on the bed. His inner thighs, pressed against my ribs, are soft and pleasant, as he squeezes me. He deposits his smooth ass on my flat stomach, holding most of his weight in his thighs but letting a bit bear down on me. As he sits on me, he begins to tell me in a dark, though kind voice, how much he has admired my body in the past and how he has dreamed of this moment when I would surrender to him. I begin to trace my reasoning for placing myself in this position and find I can’t recover it. I sigh as he slides his hand down my cheek, over my lips and then to my breasts, pinching my nipples. He murmurs to me how he has plans for me, how useful I will become and then stops his conversation abruptly.

With the cessation of his speech I feel a change in his mood, an intensity building in the room. The stillness unnerves me and I want to speak, to ask him what his plans are but I know I dare not. As his hand continues to trace over my breasts, pinching my nipples in cycles, nearly ritualistically, I feel my need growing in my groin. The night has been one long expanse of being on the edge for me and I am longing for release. As his hand rolls again over a nipple, I lift my hips, trying to rub against him in some way. He chuckles cruelly and chastises me for trying to cheat. I wonder how long this will last when he breaks my thoughts with a hard crack on my ass. I let out a groan and he forces something into my mouth. I push against it with my tongue and feel that it is leather, like a bit, but I can’t dislodge it. He has secured it behind my head with a thong and I now feel his body begin a slight bouncing motion.

I can tell from the movement that he is holding his cock in his hand, masturbating, and I can hear his breath coming faster. He then grunts and I feel his cum all over my breasts, the warm stickiness and sea smell drenching my senses. He doesn’t move but begins to trace something on my chest with his cum. Some words. I try to concentrate on what he is doing but am distracted by another wallop on my ass. This time my cry is muffled and he speaks again, telling me he will do what pleases him and I would be well advised to do the same.

His tracing starts again but it is now accompanied by rhythmic smacks on my ass, along my upper thigh where the legs meets the hip and I try to squirm out of his way. I can’t though. I am tied and pinioned by his weight on my stomach. Soon my upper thigh and ass are burning, a fire raging and I am chagrined to find myself responding to his smacks, moving closer to orgasm.

He stops his tracing and reaches down to retrieve something from the side of the bed. He places cold, wet, ice on one nipple then the other, while continuing his spanking. The juxtaposition of the cold and heat in my legs is dazzling, and he then begins to move the ice over my hot face, cooling me. He stops his spanking and reaches again over the side of the bed. Although my nipples are numb from the ice I can feel a sharp prick in my left one. At first I think it is a bite but soon realize he has plunged a very sharp needle through my nipple. He pulls through a fine string, like dental floss, and I can feel it gliding along, moving from one side of my breast to the other. The tugging on my nipple stops and I think he is done but instead I feel a weight on the string, like a small tear drop. He moves his head down and begins to lap at my pierced nipple and I can feel the play of the drop on my breast and in his mouth. I expect pain but the feeling is something else, more akin to a tickle, a blending of pain and pleasure. He stops playing with my nipple and I feel ice on the other nipple, re-numbing it and then he performs the same operation. As he sucks and licks on the sister of his first piercing, he tugs gently at the original. I convulse, my hips pushing upward as I cum furiously, unexpectedly. I can feel his smile over my breast, his hot breath blowing over my swollen injury, and he pulls himself up. He lifts my head and unties the bit and removes the blindfold. I feel my face smeared with my hot tears of frustration and he gently wipes them. He lifts my head again and tells me to admire his work. I am afraid to look down, afraid at seeing how he has disfigured me, yet intrigued by his mark, his branding. When I hesitate to tilt my head, he forces my chin to my chest and I am also forced to admire what he has done. He has adorned my breasts with perfectly shaped pearl drop rubies, small, yet enough to feel their weight. He tells me this will help me remember when we are not together who I belong to. He then lays my head back down and kisses me, fiercely, biting my lips hard and rubbing his hands over my clit, roughly pushing his fingers into the wetness of my pussy. He then whispers, “step one”, and repositions the blindfold and bit.