Pushing Clara to Her Limit

Clare lay with her back against the wall, it felt cold against her warm skin. Her chest heaved as her lungs struggled to draw in air, her whole body was a crazy storm of emotions and shuddering delight. Her nerves felt like they were aflame, and her skin burned with heat and lust. Her legs were spread, not because she was showing off, or trying to appear sexy, but simply because she was exhausted, the last few moments had been short, but some of the most intense of her life so far. Her lower self quivered, still shaking with the effects of Alex's shaft as it penetrated her, forcing her lower lips aside. Clara had never felt so full as she did in that moment, her mouth opening in a silent moan of desire.

She could feel the wet trickle between her legs, the realisation that he had cum inside of her filled her mind, but she felt too dulled to really worry about it right now. She had pills for it that she had stored up before she had come here, part of her not believing that she would actually need to use them. The feeling of dampness between her legs was difficult to ignore, the realisation that she had finally gone all the way with Alex filled her mind.

She felt her body finally coming under control, the trembling in her limbs starting to subside. She looked up to see that Alex had moved to his feet as well, her eyes were drawn to his cock, which was still half aroused, the sight made her tingle, wanting to do more, but she knew that guys couldn't always do it like that, could they? She'd seen it in porn, but porn was...well, porn. It wasn't exactly known for giving you accurate information on the sexual abilities and habits of the opposite sex, or even, let's be honest, the same sex.

Clara felt like she had never felt before. She felt warm, and satisfied, happy. And yet, at the same time, she wanted to do more... Clara was mortified, even if she hadn't said anything. Here she was, lying with her legs spread, her back against the wall, her pussy soaked with her own juices, as well as those of her boyfriend, just finishing having sex with him for the first time properly, and she wanted to do more? What more was there even to do?

But some part of Alex seemed to want the same thing. He was watching her, his eyes were focused, intense. Clara felt a shiver worm its way down her spine as the friendly boy she knew seemed to recede. Not vanish. Never vanish, but rather, become background, and another side of Alex emerged.

He reached forwards, hooking a finger around her collar. Clara's body protested as she was forced to her feet, Alex was right in front of her, his eyes locking her down. For a moment, she said nothing, but felt the heat building in her chest, and between her legs. Her pussy pulsed, sensitive from her orgasm only moments before. Clara tingled with anticipation, wondering what was going to happen next.

"That was fun, Clara." Alex said, and he seemed to mean it. For a moment, he smiled, gentle and warm. Only for a moment, though. "But I made a mistake, didn't I? I treated you like my girlfriend, like my equal. But that's not what you are. You agreed, right?"

"R-right..." Clara agreed hesitantly. She gulped, her throat felt dry.

"You're a slave, so let's try this again properly, shall we?" He said.

Clara felt him turn her around, his hands were firm, but gentle. She jumped as she felt his hands sliding over his waist, then up her chest, one of them gently stroked her right breast, causing her to bite down on her lip to try to prevent the moan from forming. Before she knew it, she was being forced back against the wall, this time chest first. Her breasts pressed up against the solid surface, her nipples being compressed against it. It felt rough, but at the same time, it lit a fire in her, along with his words.

"Hands behind your back."

Clara did it, Alex grabbed them, twisting them behind her and a moment later, she felt rope being wound about her wrists. Alex took a moment or two to tie it tightly enough that she could not escape, then stood back.

Clara turned, her arms were twisted behind her back. Coils of rope curled between and around her wrists, feeling rough against her skin. She pulled, once, twice, just to feel the resistance, but realised she could not escape.

"Well, Alex?" She managed. "What do you want to do now? I am totally helpless, can't even lift an arm in my own defence. Are you going to ravage me now, master?"

It was meant to sound sultry, but Clara had to admit there was an edge of desperation to it. Her body was already building again, she wanted more, and she knew that he did too.

"Not yet." He said, bending forwards to kiss her again. Clara's heart leapt as his lips her own, his tongue pressing against her mouth, and for a moment, the two were tied together. She could feel the need in his body as it pressed against her own, but he backed away, breaking them apart again save for the hand which held onto her collar. Thus, he tugged forwards with, making her stumble after him, her arms bound behind her back. She was breathing fast, feeling the cold air against her skin as she was forced forwards, trotting behind him like, well, a slave behind her master. Clara felt a secret little shiver worm its way up her spine as Alex led her to the bathroom, closing the door behind them, and then locking it for some absurd reason. It made her want to laugh.

"All right, Clara." He said. "Before the next part, let's get you cleaned up. Into the bath."

"Yes master." She said, gulping as she looked towards the bath. It was a bath/shower combination, and without her arms, she was forced to be very careful as she stepped into it. Alex was right behind her, ready to catch her if she slipped. She was tempted to fake it for a moment, just to feel his arms around her, but she didn't. The porcelain was cold against her skin, sending shivers through her body. Clara suspected she knew what was coming next, and it made her shiver both in anticipation and dread. Her legs trembled, and she felt her throat constrict as Alex stepped into the bath with her, reaching for the head of the shower, which he detached from its stand, and lowered slowly. Clara's blue eyes followed its descent, noting how it came nearer and nearer to her. Alex watched this change, smiling a little as he noted her nervousness.

"What's the matter, Clara?" He whispered into her ear, the soft tickling of his breath made her jump. "Don't you want to feel it?"

"I..." She gulped, shivers broke out across her body. Her skin felt cold, prickling in anticipation of what was about to happen. "Um, m-master, I just climaxed... I don't know if you know, but we girls get kind of sensitive after that sort of thing. You know, down there."

"Down there?" Alex answered, his voice teasing her, she could feel his chest pressing into the back of her body, one of his hands perching on her shoulder, the other holding the shower head above her chest. "That's kind of funny, Clara. Have you suddenly gone all shy? Do you mean this thing?"

Clara uttered a silent oath as she felt his fingers moving down her body, trailing over her skin, brushing against her waist, she closed her eyes, but opened them a moment later as Alex's hand stroked the length of her lower lips. Shockwaves lashed through her, and she opened her mouth as if to moan.

"Y-yes Alex!" She said quickly, quivering as her pussy began to ache at his touch. Pleasure and weakness filled her body, the stimulation of his fingers against her folds was hard to ignore, usually it would be so minor, but after her orgasm, her whole lower body was on high sensitivity. She gasped, feeling his fingers gently spreading her lower lips, exposing her pussy to the open.

"What is it?"

"My vagina."

"Try again."

"My pussy!" She flushed as she said it, even though she had thought it already quite a bit. Somehow though, verbalising it was different. Made it feel more real. An edge of desperation had entered her voice now, the head of the shower was positioned right in front of her pelvis, her labia were spread, so that she had no protection at all. Clara felt herself break into a cold sweat. She tried to writhe away, but her hands were bound, her heart hammered in her chest, and she realised she had never felt so totally helpless. She could do nothing, nothing at all but wait for him to turn the switch, to trigger the torture. It was like all of her dreams combined, but now it was actually happening. Clara felt frightened, and yet also elated. Her pulse raced.

"All right." Alex said. "Now this is your last chance, Clara. Brace yourself."

Clara shivered, doing her best to prepare her body. A moment later, Alex triggered the shower. The head spat a stream of pressurised water directly at her mound, Alex's fingers had peeled her lips back, so there was absolutely no protection. Clara bucked wildly, the droplets hammering into her womanhood. All the preparations that she had tried to do were swept away in a single second, a single instant as an all consuming torrent of sensation swept through her body. The shower drilled into her, and her legs became numb, almost folding under her body, but luckily, Alex pressed against her, supporting her with his own body. She didn't have a chance to say thanks, words had been stolen from her by the water which was battering against her lower self. Her breaths were quick and high pitched, her lower self was a seething mass of inflamed desire and aching over stimulation. Each droplet seemed to take its price from her as the shower pummelled her lower body. Clara had done this sort of thing on her own before, but never after an orgasm, and never after one so intense as what she had just experienced. Her whole body was still recovering, her pussy was still so very sensitive. And this new game was like a wrecking ball slamming into her, stealing her breath, racing through her whole body. Clara bucked, she felt her clitoris pulsing with arousal, it felt tiny and hot, beads of water struck and splashed against it, making her moan and gasp. She arched her back, her hands balling tightly into fists behind her back, each new wave of water that hit her felt stronger and more intense than the last.

At some point - she was never sure when exactly - she climaxed for a second time, her eyes widened as the wave hit her, the orgasm spread through her body, racing from her core. It was so strong that she shivered in place for a moment, and her knees gave out, she collapsed forwards, but Alex caught her with one hand, placing the shower head between her legs in the bath as he helped to hold her in place. It was now shooting upwards, the change in angle seemed to have made it more focused. Clara felt herself nearing the edge again, shaking her head from side to side as if to deny it.

"Aha. This is...aha...Alex...m-master...please..."

She slumped forwards as a third climax took her, this time, even more intense, the water was a torture and pleasure both. Each time she came, she became more sensitive, but the stream was inhuman. It didn't stop, didn't relent, didn't give her time to rest. It just ground away against her reserves, constantly teasing, tormenting and driving her to the edge. She wanted to scream, but could not muster the energy, her whole body was locked down, feeling the waves of ecstasy overtaking her body.

"Do you want this to be over?" Alex asked, she nodded. "Then you know you you have to do."

She realised that he had gotten hard again, seeing her writhed in the throes of her climaxes seemed to have recharged him as well. Through the haze in her mind, Clara reached for his cock, but found that she could not. Confusion for a moment swamped her, then she remembered. Right, right, hands tied.

For the second time, she gave him a blowjob. This time, it was more intense, she felt the shower hammering away at her lower self, touching and teasing her, wracking her body with convulsions as her pussy desperately tried to fend off the waves of pleasure. Clara threw herself into it, sucking on his cock with everything that she had, she wrapped her tongue around her, tried to very the speed and the pace. His manhood was hard as a rock, and for a few seconds, she feared that he would not climax fast enough. But he did, the sight of her in such a sorry state - as well as his own lingering sensitivity - proved to be his undoing, and Alex grunted, the orgasm swept through him - though not as strong as the ones he had forced upon her - and his shaft exploded in her mouth, spewing his seed into her. Clara gagged for a moment in surprise, and the cum dripped down her face as she pulled away. The shower continued to wreak havoc on her body for several more seconds before it was turned off, and she lay there, gasping. Her whole body was soaked now, sweat and the water from the shower combined to make her look absolutely bedraggled.

For a long moment, the lovers remained in silence. Clara did not try to rise to her feet -her legs felt weak, and trembled with each attempt. Alex stood, saying nothing. His cum dripped down her face. Slowly, the stern visage of her master faded , and her boyfriend took his place. He looked at her for a moment, his eyes widened.

"Shit, Clara." He said. "I didn't mean to take things so far. Are...are you okay?"

"I just..." She heaved, trying to gather her thoughts and her words both. "I'm fine, Alex... that was just... holy shit that..."

She took a deep breath, managing to her her mind in order.

"I'm fine. C-can you please untie me, though? I think I am done being a slave for tonight."

Alex couldn't help it. The way she said it, combined with her bedraggled state made him laugh out loud, and after a moment, she laughed as well. The couple releasing their tension after a much more intense series of games than they had originally expected.

"Y-yeah." Alex said, when they had both calmed down. "I think that you are."