My Turn

This is a true story and a continuation of my previous post. I hope you enjoy.

‘It’s your turn,’ she told me the next day as we came back to my flat after breakfast at the café.
‘What is?’ I asked.
‘It’s your turn. Take your clothes off and get on the bed.’

I did as I was instructed and didn’t even protest as she looked through my toy chest. She found the handcuffs straight away and ordered me to lay down, I complied while she locked me to the bed, shaking slightly with nerves and excitement.

She tied my ankles too and I was already hard when she pulled out some lube and started slowly stroking with long, teasing strokes. She picked up the speed with a short burst of fast strokes, stopped and ran her fingertip around my head, scooping up the precum I was already leaking. She held her finger to my mouth.
‘Lick it,’ she told me.
I poked out my tongue and eagerly licked up the sweet, thick liquid.
She chuckled slightly and grabbed my balls and gave them a firm squeeze.
I let out a short gasp of shock and pain but she didn’t let go. 

Instead, she grabbed the paddle with her other hand and began tapping them firmly, gradually increasing the strength with which she tapped them. I let out a few small yelps, but it did not deter her, she continued tapping slightly harder each time.

After a few minutes, she relented, put the paddle aside and let go of my balls, which throbbed with a low ache.
‘You’ve got a lot of interesting toys,’ she said, picking up a flogger with one hand and the larger of my two dildos with the other and placing them on the bed next to me.
‘We’ll need these in a minute,’ she said. ‘But first.’
She picked out the ball gag, and brought it towards me. I raised my head willingly and let her fasten it before relaxing back onto the pillow.
‘We don’t want anyone to hear you scream.’
She produced the nipple clamps next and attached them to my small, sensitive nipples with a smile, before turning and crossing the room.

She picked up one of the candles from the dresser, lit it and walked over to me with a smile on her face.
‘This was quite painful on my chest last night. Let’s see how it feels on yours.’
She dripped it from about twelve inches at first, watching my wince as I stared at the candle anticipating the next drop. As the wax built up she moved it lower, and the drops became faster and hotter. I gasped as they hit my bare skin and soon my chest was covered in red marks and white droplets.

‘Oh, I wonder what would happen if I…’ she trailed off and began moving down my body, the wax drips hitting my lower abdomen and moving closer to my throbbing penis and still red balls.
I shook my head vigorously and moaned through the gag but she ignored my protests and let several large hot drops land on my cock and balls. I gasped loudly and she laughed and gently shook the candle, allowing another burst of drops to hit me straight onto my balls.

She lifted up the candle and blew it out, shaking the last of the hot wax onto my chest – a relief after the torment I had just endured.

She stood at the end of the bed and watched me for a long moment before taking off her top and jeans. She was wearing a navy-blue bra and matching thong. She climbed onto the bed on all fours, leaned over me and pressed her breasts against my chest. Her thigh brushed my cock and I moaned ever so slightly, but enough for her to hear and smile viciously. She was moving something behind my head and it took me a moment to realise as the world suddenly went dark and she pulled a blindfold over my eyes.

I felt her sit up, straddling me and then felt the soft material of her bra land on my chest. She swept it aside and manoeuvred herself again. Her hand reached down, adjusted my ball gag and pulled it out of my mouth. I took a deep breath and went to speak but she quickly stuffed something warm and soft into my mouth – I assumed it was her thong. It was joined by the ball gag, which was slightly looser this time but firm enough to hold her panties in place.

She moved herself again and although I couldn’t see, it felt like she had sat between my spread legs, leaning against the footboard – a notion that was confirmed when I felt her feet against my sides. I heard the soft buzz of the vibrator and then felt it gently pressing against the head of my cock. The sensation had always been one of my favourites, I often masturbated this way, and she gently ran it up and down the shaft before withdrawing it.

The vibrating sound continued and I quickly realised why when it was joined by some heavy breathing.
‘Just in case you and wondering,’ she whispered. ‘I’m sat her now using your dildo and vibrator while I watch you suffer and squirm. It’s incredibly hot.’
I said something incomprehensible and was interrupted by the load crack of the flogger hitting my straight in the cock and balls.
The shock was worse than the pain but my cries were muffled by the panties in my mouth.
‘Quiet,’ she said and struck me again, harder.
I yelped again and she struck me again.
‘Will you shut up!’ she said with a chuckle.

The vibrating stopped and I felt her climb off the bed. There was a moment of silence and I waited eagerly in the darkness to see what was coming next. Her hands appeared at my head, they loosened the gag and removed it, pulling the panties out of my mouth and casting them aside.

I took several deep breaths and stretched out my jaw, which ached slightly.

There was another shift of weight on the bed and the blindfold was suddenly pulled off of me. I closed my eyes against the relative brightness and opened them, squinting slightly as I realised the fate the was awaiting me.

Kylie’s big, peachy ass was directly in front of me, a foot away from my face as she stood over me with her calves either side of the arms tied above my head.
‘Kiss my ass,’ she told me as she lowered it to a few inches above my face.
I waited but she held position, gripped my balls and squeezed.
‘I said ‘kiss my ass’!’
I lifted my head as best I could and began kissing her creamy cheeks. She released my balls and lowered herself so I could rest my head and continue kissing. She took my cock in her hand, applied some lube and began stroking slowly.

‘Now lick,’ she told me, as she moved closer still and leant her body forward, exposing her pink asshole right in front of my face.
I complied without hesitation and began to lick eagerly, she continued stroking softly and let out a soft moan of delight. She gave the head of my cock a gentle lick before taking the tip in her mouth and sucking softly.
I moaned with delight and she moaned back.

She adjusted her pace, stroking faster and lowering herself onto me, sitting on my face now as she stroked. My world was consumed by her ass, her pussy dripping into my mouth as I licked at whatever was closest to my mouth. She picked up the pace further and I felt myself draw towards an edge.
‘I’m going to cum’ I told her muffled by her body.

She moved forwards, off of my face as she took my throbbing shaft in her mouth. I let out a sharp cry of ecstasy as I came hard against her tongue. I was breathless and panting as she climbed off of me without saying a word.
‘Oh my god,’ I said, ‘That was incredible.’

She climbed on top of me and kissed me with a passionate, wet kiss. It was only when her tongue entered my mouth that I realised she had not swallowed. She pushed my cum into my mouth and I willingly accepted the salty, sticky kiss.

‘Swallow,’ she told me when she finally broke off the kiss. I swallowed the thick load, far from the first time I’d done such a thing. She smiled down at me and climbed off of the bed, scooping up her panties, bra, jeans and top.

‘Mind if I had a shower?’ she asked cooly.
‘Sure,’ I replied, still tied helplessly to the bed.
‘Thanks,’ she replied, ignoring my plight and exiting the bedroom without a backwards glance.

I don’t know how long I lay tied to the bed; I listened to the bathroom door close. I heard the water running and stop after several minutes. There was some shuffling about followed by her footsteps disappearing down the hall towards by kitchen/living area. I called out to her but heard no reply.

After a few more minutes she re-emerged carrying two cups of tea. She placed one on the dresser and sat on the chair, sipping at hers while looking through her phone.
‘Can you untie me?’ I asked. ‘Please.’
She glanced up at me, sipped from her tea and rolled her eyes. She put her mug on the dresser and walked towards me, phone in hand.
She held her phone up and I heard the soft click of the photo app as she took a picture and chuckled.
‘What’s it worth?’ she asked.
‘Anything you want,’ I said as she sat on the bed beside me.
She chuckled, leaned over me and untied my hands. ‘Careful,’ she smiled. ‘I might hold you to that.’