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A Detail of Intimacy - Part 6 by Aussiegirl
and H Dean
Morning came all too soon. The light of the day crept
in on the sparsely decorated bedroom. Marie looked up to see the heavy and
large headboard and then over at Tom, still asleep. Carefully, she slipped from
his grasp and headed to the shower.
Just as she stepped off of the bed, she realized that
she would go nowhere soon. The collar around her neck, she found, was chained
to the headboard. He must have chained her when she was asleep, she thought.
Still, she needed a shower and her bladder was demanding relief.
He woke to her kisses, returning them groggily.
"Will you unchain me so I can use the bathroom and take a shower?"
she asked the sleepy man.
He shook his head "No" and threw the covers
from him revealing a cock that seemed impossibly hard. She grinned and slid
down his body to take his cock into her mouth.
He watched as her head bobbed up and down on his
shaft, enjoying the sight. Slowly, she stroked his
cock with her hand even as her lips travelled the full length of his engorged
member. He marvelled at her abilities, wondering how a girl as prude as she
was, could be so adapt at cock sucking.
Quickly, his orgasm built until he could wait no
longer. Grasping her hair in both hands, he pushed her down onto him and filled
her mouth with his hot semen. Finally, spent and satisfied,
he loosened his grip and let her slide from his shaft. As he had hoped, she had
swallowed every drop of his semen.
She ran into the bathroom, barely able to make it
without having an accident. She hollered at him for making her wait so long.
Still, his command of her and how he made her feel filled her with a warmth that no man had managed to fill her with before.
And when she climbed into the shower, washing the
dried sweat from her, she wondered why it was that she must leave for
The shower door opening ripped her from her daydream.
He stepped into the steamy shower, kissing her as he closed the door. Almost
immediately they were holding each other, their lips pressed hard together.
After towelling dry, they dressed. This time, he did
not allow her to wear one of her own garments. Instead, he pulled a thin chain
from a box in his closet and wrapped it around her waist, fastening it with a
lock. Then, he pulled what appeared to her to be two sheer silk scarves from
the box and draped them over the chain, one in front and one in back.
He provided her with some sort of silky slippers, as
well, insisting she wear them. And, when she looked at herself in the mirror
she noted that she had taken on the appearance of a slave girl of some long
forgotten culture.
It was he that noted that the sheer silk, which hung
from the chains hid very little. So, handing her a razor and some shaving cream
he suggested she shave the dark hair between her legs. Blushing, she took the
razor and headed into the bathroom, wondering that she could be so easily
persuaded to this action. Removing the sheer material from the front of her
pussy, she applied a layer of cream and began the job he had set her. Her pussy lips were a bit tender from the
night before, the memory of it making her wet, as well as causing her to blush.
.
How was it possible that she had reacted the way she
had? She had always loved him but she
never thought she would be here, removing something she had taken such pride
in. Even when other lovers had asked
her, she had never let them convince her to shave her pussy. Now all he had to
do was ask once and here she was!
The razor slid over her pussy, the feel of the air on
her now bare skin strangely enticing. When all the hair was gone, she looked in
the mirror, shocked by how different she looked. She ran her hand over the smooth skin, amazed
at how it felt. Suddenly she understood what all the fuss was about.
He stood in the doorway, watching her run her hand
over her bare pussy. He was still amazed
that not only was she still here but that she had done as he had asked with no
qualms. Suddenly she noticed him and he
smiled as the blush covered her cheeks. He ran his hand over her pussy, pleased
that she had done such a good job. He
could hear her breathing getting short as he continued to rub and as he pulled
his hand away, she squealed in what he knew was frustration.
“Oh no, my dear, it will be a while before you get to
have that pleasure today.” She pouted as
he pulled his hand away, handing her the material to return to the chain around
her waist. He thought about what he had
planned for that day, knowing that some of it would be a challenge. When she
had the sheer silk back in place, he took her by the arm and led her into a
room she hadn’t seen before.
She looked at the room, surprised by what she saw. She
had expected ropes or chains but not this.
The room was decorated in red and gold, giant cushions covering half the
floor. As he led her further into the
room, she felt like she was some slave being led into the King’s harem. She was
startled as he reached out to touch her breast, her mind having drifted off to
the many stories she had read about such things. He took hold of her nipple and
squeezed, gently at first but then more firmly until she had to yell out.
He looked into her eyes as he squeezed her other
nipple, seeing a tear form as he twisted the nipple even harder. Letting go, he saw her start to bring her
hands up but one look from him made her return them to her sides. He smiled at how quickly she was learning and
brought the clamp up to her nipple, eager to see her reaction. He held the clamp over her nipple, seeing her
eyes widen in surprise and curiosity. It
was not till he started to close the clamp did he see her start to register
what he was doing.
Looking down, she could see the clamp hanging from her
breast. She flinched as he pulled her
other nipple out before applying the other clamp. They didn’t really hurt too
much and she thought she could handle them for a while. However, when he pulled out what looked to be
a weight with a hook on the end, she started to wonder just how much pain he
would expect her to take.
The way the nipple was pulled down by the weight made
her scream, the other nipple suffering the same fate. He flicked them with his finger, causing more
pain and moved her to look at her reflection in the mirror on the wall. What
she saw managed to take her mind of the pain for a moment, as she saw herself
like never before.
Gone were the designer clothes, the fancy hairstyles,
instead she felt like she was looking into her own soul. She knew that whatever else she did in her
life, she would always remember this moment.
Music started to play from somewhere in the room, lilting and romantic;
like the music a slave might have danced to.
“Dance for me.” His voice whispered in her ear and she
turned away from the mirror to face him.
He had already moved to lean back on a pile of cushions as she closed
her eyes to let the music flow through her.
She had spent countless hours as a young girl in all forms of dance
classes but never had she felt so free.
He watched as she moved gracefully in front of him,
her hips swaying. She seemed lost in the
music, her body moving in time to the rhythm.
He felt his cock swell as he watched her, his own harem slave. Finally he could stand it no longer and
taking her hand, pulled her down to the cushion beside him. Gripping her hair
firmly, he pulled her onto his cock, hearing her gag as she attempted to
accommodate him. He didn’t let up,
working her head up and down, faster and faster, until he exploded into her
throat.
She had been stunned by his sudden action, her throat
aching as he pulled her head off his cock and sat her up. She felt a pull on her nipples and looked to
see that he had added another round weight to both of the clamps. Fighting the
urge to pull them off, she couldn’t stop the tears that rolled down her
cheeks. He brushed them away and stood
her up again, the movement only causing her more pain.
“Please Tom, it hurts.” He simply smiled and turned
the music up louder, till she somehow knew she would have to dance some more
before he would take them off. She tried
to get back the feelings from before, but this time the pain radiating through
her breasts was too great. Though her
body still moved in time to the music, the joy she had felt earlier was no
longer there. Finally he turned the
music off and came to stand before her.
Hope that he would now remove the clamps faded as he pulled out a length
of silk rope and turned her around, tying her wrists together.
He could see that she wanted the weights off but he
was not ready to do so yet. He had so
many thoughts of what he could do and knew that this might be the only chance
he got to live out his dreams. He bent
her over so that her upper body was perpendicular to the floor, the weights
pulling her nipples down towards the ground.
He fixed her feet in place to rings he had in the floor and went to
lower the hook he had in the ceiling.
She looked up at the sound of the hook being lowered, her eyes wide and
wet with tears. Pulling her arms up, he
tied the end of the rope to the hook, forcing her to bend over even further.
His final touch was to pull a ball gag out of his
pocket. At first she shook her head, but after a few flicks on the weights, she
opened her mouth to let him slip the gag in.
He didn’t pull it as tight as he could have, but still she whimpered as
he lifted her head to look at her. He checked the fit of the gag, making sure
she couldn’t push it out. Her eyes were
begging him to release her but he wanted to see how long she could take it
for. Pulling a camera out of his pocket,
he walked around her beautiful, bound body, taking photos of her from different
angles. He figured if he couldn’t have
her, at least he could have some reminders of the weekend.
She didn’t know what the sound was at first but hoped
it wasn’t something else that would hurt her.
Her nipples were feeling like they were going to be pulled off and she
could see the way they hung down with the weights. She heard the sound again,
this time to her side and was able to see the small digital camera in his
hands. He moved and took more photos
while she felt the blush rise to cover her cheeks.
It was one thing to let him see her
this way but what if he showed someone else. She tired to let him know
she wasn’t happy about the photos, but like most things so far this weekend,
she had no say in what he did. He put the camera back in his pocket and ran his
hand over her back. She pulled away from
him; her actions making the weights swing again. Why had she let him do this? She made up her
mind to tell him the weekend was over, when she was able to, no matter how he
reacted.
His hand rubbed along her pussy, his fingers teasing
as they threatened to delve into her. She heard another new sound and wondered
what horrors he had planned for her now.
Bracing herself for more pain, she moaned as she felt something being
held to her pussy. She looked through
the sheer fabric hanging down from her waist, to see him holding what looked to
be a vibrator of some sort. The vibrations caused her whole body to shake and
she was surprised to find that though her nipples still hurt,
the blinding pain she had been feeling was gone. He pulled the vibrator away, making her groan
in frustration.
He heard her moan and knew he had helped her to last a
little bit longer in her current position.
Over the next few minutes he repeated holding the vibrator to her pussy,
not to make her cum but to aid her to deal with her pain. He loved the way her drool dribbled out
around the gag and down her chin before dripping onto the floor. He pulled out
the camera and took a particularly good shot of her showing her eyes looking
desperately at him over her gag, more drool just dripping off her chin.
He moved to lower the winch, her arms lowering till
they were resting on her back. She moaned, but tried not to move so that the
weights didn’t swing too much. He
returned to her side, taking her chin in his hand and looking her directly in
her eyes. “Come on baby, stand up for me.”
She cried as she stood, the weights swinging. He knew he could have
taken them off first but he wanted to see hear her suffer just a little
more.
“Good girl, you know seeing you suffer turns me on so
much.” She looked at him, her body
aching as she wondered at the kind of person he was. He moved his hand to her breasts before
finally removing the dangling weights. The removal of the weights was a great
relief and she sighed, thinking her ordeal was almost over. She wondered at the gleam in his eyes as he
held his hand over the clamp. He slowly
pressed down on the clamp and removed it, watching her intently as she felt the
pain radiate through her body. It was
worse than all of the pain she had suffered so far, her body shaking as she
screamed out behind the gag.
He rubbed her red nipple, feeling her body shaking as
he moved to the other clamp. She looked down at his hand, her head shaking as
he smiled at her. He pondered whether to
do it slow or to save her some pain and take it off fast. She had calmed down somewhat and looked at
him with such fear in her eyes that he decided to take pity on her and took the
other one off quickly. Still, she screamed and tears flowed down her face as
the pain worked its way through her body yet again. As she sobbed, he released her feet and her
hands. Immediately her hands came up to
rub her nipples, her sobs slowly decreasing.
The only thing he had not yet removed was the gag and
she noticed that now her other pains were gone; she could feel her jaw really
starting to ache. He ran his hands over
her face, brushing away her tears and pushing back her hair. She looked into his eyes, remembering all
the times she had secretly wished to be so close to him. He moved his hands behind her head, as if he
was going to remove her gag, but instead just let them rest there.
“Marie, when I take the gag off, I don’t want you to
speak until I say so. Nod if you
understand me?” She nodded, wondering if
she dared to tell him of her decision to end the weekend. Not knowing what her
punishment for speaking would be, she didn’t think she wanted to risk it. She felt the straps of the gag being released
and pushed the ball out with her tongue, eager to have it out of her mouth. He
pushed it back in again, his eyes showing her that he was not happy with her
actions
Her heart pounded as he glared at her and she feared
what he would do. He held the ball in her mouth for a few moments before
letting it come out. She didn’t know how she felt and couldn’t look at him as
the ball came out. Part
of her felt like she had let him down in some strange way. He lifted her head up and brought his lips
down to hers in a fierce kiss. All
thoughts vanished as she melted in his arms and when he ended the kiss and led
her down the hallway, she had again changed her mind about the weekend.
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