Beth
by Allene
Chapter 6
I actually took more time than I needed to get the rope as
the cold gave my body a tingling sensation I found invigorating
and I wanted to anticipate what was about to happen to me. Even
though I was looking forward to my coming experience the idea
that I was being forced into it made me even more excited.
I had brought a bunch of rope of different lengths and
degrees of softness as I was not sure how long they needed to be
to tie my arms to the couch or what kind of rope she wanted to
use.
It turned out that she used a lot of rope. She had me help
her move the couch so she could tie my hands to the end legs of
the couch and my ankles to the legs of the piano. I was stretched
out on my back with my legs spread as wide as I could stand it!
Then she put the vibrator on her left hand which I thought
was strange as she was right handed. She started to tease me by
turning it on at the slow speed and just touching my breasts with
her fingertips. Just the vibrator alone would have felt great and
with the added sensation of being tied I was soon begging her to
touch my pussy. She slowly moved her hand from my breasts and
down my stomach making the anticipation of what was to come
almost unbearable.
She finally cupped my pussy with her hand but avoided my
clitoris in spite of the twisting of my hips to make contact.
Just as my frustration was at its peak she let her middle finger
touch my clitoris while she used her other fingers to spread my
vaginal lips.
She then improved on what I had done as she sunk three
fingers into my pussy as deep as she could while still contacting
my clitoris. By this time my excitement was building and when she
increased the speed of the vibrator to the maximum I began to
buck like a bronco. I had my eyes closed when I felt a tingling
in my breasts. I opened my eyes to find she was lightly whipping
my breasts with the end of one of the soft ropes. It felt
wonderful so I made no protest even though my breasts were
turning red from this action. I know it sounds ridiculous, but I
closed my eyes again and fantasized that I was a spy and being
tortured for information. If this was torture I was willing to
submit forever.
As I got more and more turned on by the double-action of the
whipping and the vibrator I realized there was more pain to my
breasts followed by this wonderful fullness and heat. I opened my
eyes and saw that Mary had straddled me so the back of the
vibrator was on her pussy and that she had switched to a stiff
lasso rope to whip my breasts. I was amazed I could stand the
pain. When she would hit my breast it would compress and bounce.
She hit my left breast on the outside and it would bounce over
and slap against my right breast with the rope almost
disappearing into the skin. Then she hit the outside of my right
breast and make it slap into the left one. Then she would hit the
inside of my left breast to make it separate from the other then
do the same to the right.
It was really strange I felt like I was on the outside
watching it happen to someone else while at the same time feeling
the pain and fantastic stimulation.
By this time I was bucking so hard it was all Mary could do
to stay on top of me and I was having orgasm after orgasm.
Finally Mary had an orgasm so strong she fell off to one side and
just lay there twitching while I slowly came back to normal.
We were both naturally exhausted and just lay there for some
time. Finally Mary rolled over and began to untie me. She was
shocked at the condition of my breasts. They were crisscrossed
with so many red welts we could not count them to guess how many
times she had whipped me. She was crying as she apologized for
what she had done. So instead of her comforting me I ended up
comforting her. It is hard to explain but even after it was over
the pain in my breasts felt stimulating rather than just painful.
I did not tell Mary this as I thought she would think I was
crazy. I just told her that it was all right. I understood that
she got carried away with the excitement Just as I had. To make
her feel better I told her my dad had some soothing ointment with
a pain deadener in it in the sink cabinet. Mary got the ointment
and started to massage it gently into my breasts. I was almost
disappointed as the pain begin to go away. She decided to comfort
me some more by gently eating my pussy. Although this felt nice I
could not come close to coming until I closed my eyes and relived
the excitement of being whipped.
For the next few nights I found that I could "get off" again
by fingering myself as long as I relived our last experience and
pinched my nipples and pulled on my pussy hair to create some
pain. I could not use the vibrator as I was afraid my Dad would
hear it.
