Stories for L. III

[JonCierzo]

I hadn’t heard from him in days, so his message took me by surprise. It was short, as usual:  

"I have a surprise for you. Come to my house this afternoon. Wear what I gave you."

At first, I thought about telling him I couldn’t come, that I had already made plans. But in the end, curiosity—and the desire to see him—won over. I didn’t reply; there was no need.  

I knocked on his door, and before I could say anything, he opened it. The eight floors I had to ride up in the elevator felt like an eternity. When I reached his apartment, I noticed something hanging on the doorknob—a piece of black cloth—and a Post-it stuck to the door.  

"Take off your panties, put on the blindfold, and knock."

How presumptuous of him to assume I was wearing any in the first place...  

I slipped the blindfold on and, engulfed in darkness, knocked.  

He opened the door and took my hand, leading me forward. Judging by the distance, we must have reached the living room when he stopped me. He grabbed my wrists and fastened something around them.  

"Aren’t you going to kiss me first?" I teased, but he didn’t bother to answer.  

He lifted my arms above my head, and as he did, my dress—already barely covering me—rode up, exposing my ass. I felt a rope slide through the straps on my wrists.  

"I see you listened to me. You look stunning in that color… but I’m taking it off now. I need that hole for something else."

The gift was an anal plug adorned with a turquoise jewel. I loved the sensation of it, the way it slid in smoothly, stretching me little by little until it locked into place.  

Without hesitation, he pulled it out—almost carelessly, yet without ***. A shiver ran through me. I was already soaking wet. I was sure he knew.  

"Open your mouth."

I obeyed without question. Something spherical, not much bigger than the plug, brushed my lips—cool, metallic, like a lollipop.  

"Lick it well."

As if he even needed to say it… I took it eagerly into my mouth.  

He spread my ass apart and pressed the sphere inside. I couldn’t see it, but I could feel the pull—an anal hook, I realized.  

A rope brushed against my back. As he tightened it, my arms lifted further, tethered to the hook. If I lowered them, the pull inside me deepened, forcing the cold metal even higher.  

"We’re not finished."

He began unfastening the front buttons of my dress.  

"You’re beautiful."

His words made me even wetter. I ached to see his face, to know what else he had planned for me.  

His hands wrapped around my neck, firm but controlled, squeezing just enough to make my breath hitch. I let out a gasp.  

He was smiling. I knew it, even if I couldn’t see.  

His hands moved to my breasts, teasing, pinching, until my nipples hardened. Then he slid lower, fingers skimming over my dripping slit. Barely touching. Teasing.  

He lifted his fingers to my lips—coated in my slick—and ***ted them across my mouth.  

I relaxed my arms instinctively. The rope pulled. A jolt shot through me.  

Then I felt it—sharp pressure on my nipples. Clamps. A tug.  

He fastened them to the same rope restraining my arms.  

If I lifted my hands too high, the clamps would tighten. If I let them fall too low, the hook would sink deeper inside me. Either way, I was trapped in sensation.  

He stepped back, leaving me there.  

I don’t know how long I stood in that position, but I remember how pleasure coursed through me, how I trembled in my own vulnerability, completely at his mercy.  

I couldn’t wait for him to fuck me.  

The sound of the camera shutter echoed.  

"Something’s missing."

A drawer opened. The sound of tape ***ling.  

Something hard, round, pressed between my legs—just above my clit. He taped it in place, ensuring it stayed against my swollen lips. I couldn’t move. If I spread my legs, the rope pulled too much. I had no escape from the device nestled against me.  

Then it started to vibrate.  

A mere tremor at first, barely there.  

My breathing quickened. Gasped.  

Another click of the camera.  

A sharp slap landed across my ass.  

*** flared. The hook tugged. The clamps bit down. I lost focus.  

"You’re not about to cum already, are you?" His voice was amused. "You know that if you do, it’ll be worse for you. I’m not letting you come yet."

"No…" I whimpered. "Please… let me…" 

"No."

He turned up the intensity.  

"Please…"  

"No."

"I can’t… I can’t take it anymore…"

Another slap.  

"Hold it. You’re doing so well."

He knew it was impossible. He enjoyed it as much as I did. I could picture him, standing before me, watching every shudder, every twitch, every gasp and whimper of pleasure. His cock hard, throbbing. Wanting me as much as I wanted him.  

This was his game. And I was his toy.  

"I can’t—"

The vibrations roared through me, a wave rising deep in my belly, making me tremble uncontrollably. I couldn’t hold back. My orgasm exploded, ripping through me, leaving me breathless. I screamed his name.  

A gag ***d into my mouth. A ball pressing against my tongue, silencing me. Drool dripped down my chin, trickling over my breasts.  

Another orgasm. My arms spasmed. The hook pulled deeper.  

*** and pleasure blurred into one.  

The vibrator was unbearable now, but I had no choice but to keep feeling, to keep cumming, again and again, until he decided I’d had enough.  

I must have blacked out for a moment.  

Because I didn’t even realize when the vibrator stopped.  

The gag was removed. My mouth was numb. Saliva trailed down my body as I gasped for air.  

He untied the blindfold.  

And that’s when I realized—I was standing in front of the massive living room window. The curtains were wide open. The square below was in full view.  

But I didn’t care.  

If anything, the thought of being exposed like that only made me ache for more.  

"You did well."

He lowered my arms slightly, bending me forward just enough to align my hips with his.  

I felt his hands grip my waist.  

His cock nudged between my legs, pushing inside me, slow at first, then harder, deeper with each thrust.  

He tore off the nipple clamps and seized my breasts, his other hand wrapping around my throat, forcing me to look out the window, to project my moans into the night.  

I screamed louder. I wanted to be seen. I wanted to be heard. I wanted the world to know how he was fucking me.  

With his cock inside me, I could feel the metal ball in my ass even more intensely. He pounded into me like an ***.  

I came again—harder this time. And as my body convulsed, he pulled out, spilling his hot cum across my back.  

Finally, he turned me to face him.  

He kissed me at last—deep, possessive, biting my lips. His hand never left my throat.  

Looking into my eyes, he whispered,  

**"I’m proud of you, my little girl."**  

I smiled as he walked away.  

But before leaving the room—  

He turned the vibrator back on.  

-End-

Edited Thursday at 10:54 AM by JonCierzo