One Trick Pony

Chapter 2

Not yet! Patience! He wants me to be patient? I shifted my weight from one leg to the other as much as my bonds and the pole spreading my legs would allow. The deep ache funneling its way through my body kept building. I had been teased before – in fact it's why I broke up with Casey – but this! There was no comparison. My shoulders ached from the tightness of the sleeve, but my pussy ached worse.

Drawing air through my nostrils was like breathing through a straw. I knew my pussy lips were fluttering – I was clenching them in anticipation of a swollen cock, and if I could see it, my clit was a bright red bud. Fuck me! Please fuck me!

But he didn't fuck me. I couldn't even see him; he was still behind me somewhere and out of my sight. Every so often I could feel a gentle caress, just enough to let me know he hadn't forgotten me.

My mouth was starting to get dry. The rubber cock was unforgiving and it failed to respond to the tentative licks I gave it while trying to lubricate my throat. Right now, if it had been Jason's cock, I would have bitten it off in frustration.

I felt giddy and light-headed and sensitive and on fire. I thought back to other times, other moments when I had reached this point. I wanted release! Jason! Don't torture me like this! My mental screams went unanswered; my frustrated grunts were ignored. When will this end?

"Are you still awake, Lisa?" he asked.

As if I could sleep right now.

"I think it's time for the next step."

Thank God! I wiggled my ass and my heart pounded faster – at least I thought it did. I felt more fluid ooze from my sex. It was as if he had wound a coil tighter deep inside me. Yes!

Jason walked around in front of me and over to the dresser. Opening a drawer he withdrew a pair of gloves. What now? Am I going to be part of some medical experiment? He turned and came back to me and waved the gloves in front of my muffled face. Actually, when I examined the one to my left, I realized I had been the object of attention of a similar glove. The mink fur brought warm thoughts of cold wintry nights where my skin was buffed to a pampered state; however, it was the glove on the right that brought a gasp of fear and a look of fright. The glove was rubber. Along its palm and fingers protruded a multitude of small, sharp tack-like protrusions. The metal ends glinted in the light.

No! I cried. But to my ears, and undoubtedly to Jason's, all I heard was, "Nommppfft!"

Jason smiled, bastard that he was. "Just 'bare' with me," he punned. "I'll be with you in a second." With that he brushed the rubber glove against my neck. The grip of the tiny needles was light but noticeable as the glove raked my exposed skin. I shuddered in response. But strangely, my pussy reacted in quite a different fashion. I felt even more fluid crest my lips and lubricate my passage.

Again Jason walked behind me and out of my sight. Much to my disgust, it only increased my excitement! Please ... do something, I thought. My pussy aches. My tits ache. Just do something!

I was totally exposed. Bent over, I was ripe for the taking, but still Jason made no move to fuck me. Maybe he's gay, I thought to myself. Maybe he's getting even for all the pussy he couldn't get. But in almost the same second I dismissed those thoughts. He's so good looking he could have just about any woman he wanted. I imagined his cock inside me. And right now I want him bad!

I heard the smack of the rubber glove going on his hand. My eyes went wide with, I don't know: fear, terror, lust ... excitement? There was nothing I could do but wait.

The first touch was tantalizing. It was almost as if air had brushed my left ass cheek. But it wasn't air. It was the mink glove. I sighed with contentment and, almost as a reflex, gave the rubber cock in my mouth a grateful lick.

The touch became more persistent. I could feel the fur as Jason pressed his appendage more firmly against my ass and then trailed it down my inner thigh. It reignited the sexual flame that had dwindled during his foray for the glove and raised my frustration to a new level. I tried to mentally will myself into orgasm – to cheat him as he tortured me. I failed.

Jason swiped my ass with rubber glove. I shrieked a scream muffled by the gag that echoed only in my brain. I jumped forward and, but for the line above my body that suspended me by the single glove, I would have fallen. Tears welled up in my eyes and I groaned, or rather grunted, my pain. Why is he doing this to me? My tears drowned out sight.

I felt the mink glove slide over my abused skin. The gentle pressure diffused the nervous system response to the attack and instead imparted a warm glow to the area. Fire and ice. It's like tormenting me with fire and ice, I thought. Evaluating my 'wound' I also noticed something else. My pussy was on fire with want and a need for fulfillment. How can this be? Worse – how could Jason know?

I tried to distance myself from it all. I tried to think of other times and other places where I had achieved the sexual fulfillment I only dreamed of now. I tried to think of those times when I had pleasured myself and directed my pleasure at the expense of others. Unconsciously I began to work the rubber cock in mouth, fluttering my tongue along its ridges and imagined it satisfying my sexual fire. I gripped the rubber lightly with my teeth and coerced its movement, at least as much as the gag straps allowed. It became my link to the orgasm I so craved.

The rubber glove brushed my inner thigh. It wasn't painful. It was a reminder that my most sensitive areas lay completely exposed to Jason's touch. The glove stroked the other thigh. I did not respond. The ache deep inside me could not be seen. I would not let him see me respond to the pain he inflicted on its cover.

The glove became more insistent, alluding to a moment when it might try to grip my skin. I tried to ignore it, but I could not. I realized now I both wanted and hated the pain it could bring. To avoid it I moved away as much as I could. But I also demonstrated the desire it brought by wiggling my ass in invitation. The betrayal was complete.

The rubber glove moved away. In its place the mink glove moved up and down my leg, occasionally brushing the thatched entrance to my sex. Every time it touched my pussy it seemed to hesitate, as if the burrow between my legs would be its ultimate resting place. Each time it touched I shuddered in anticipation. At least if I can't have his cock, his hand can provide the pleasure I need.

The erotic stimulus ceased. I heard no movement and I could not see what Jason was doing behind me. Fear made its way back into my brain. I stood motionless, praying not to provoke another attack. A minute passed. And then another. I stopped thinking about my sopping pussy and the engorged sentinel that guarded its entrance. The pain in my shoulders from the rigorous truss of the single glove and the huge penis gag in my mouth began to intrude. The sexual fire began to fade. I stomped a leather encased foot in frustration. In retrospect, that was a mistake.

I felt the metal spikes penetrate my pussy lips and scrape my clit as Jason cupped my sex. Although gentle, it felt as though I had been pierced along every millimeter of skin. To my credit, I didn't jump. The rebound would have caused excruciating pain and probably done permanent damage. However, every nerve in my body snapped. I felt along every ridge and dip in my body. I felt my breasts swell up, strands of my hair move across my spinal column and the cuticles of my toes absorb moisture from my perspiration soaked feet. I was alive! I both reveled in and shrank from the pain. My back arched and I felt what I am sure was an orgasm. Only different from any other that I'd felt before.

My mouth cushioned and comforted the rubber cock in my mouth. I returned what I had been given. I searched for more truth and hoped the search would never end. Indeed, I bridged the gap between life and creation.

The rubber glove stayed in place for several minutes. Almost mindlessly I began to press my sex against it and just as quickly it was withdrawn. I knew, just as Jason now did, that I had reached a plateau far beyond the pain. I exulted in it and welcomed it.

However, I did not yet understand who was in control. Jason did.

Quietly, almost in a whisper, but in a voice I will never forget Jason responded to my sexual body language. "We've only just begun," he said with calm authority. "I will take you where you have never gone before, and where few others have ventured. You must trust me and understand that, whatever happens, I am sacrificing more than you. You will have no control over what happens to you, but in exercising that control I have given something even more precious. In time you will find out what that is."

Jason came around in front of me and lifted my chin with the mink gloved hand. "Before I give you the most satisfying physical release you will ever know, there are two more steps." My mouth played with the rubber cock in response, something Jason did not fail to notice. "In time I will give you a gag that is much sweeter and more satisfying than the one you now wear." Jason's enigmatic smile filled me with both trepidation and elation. If I could have smiled I would have. Instead I sucked hard on the rubber cock.

I could have been mistaken, but I thought Jason returned the effort with a twinkle of his eye.