Manacled to the bed

Later is in about twenty minutes. You’ve tidied up the office. You’ve both had long drinks of water. All the time with just your tops on. They’re only discarded when Blair leads you to the bedroom.

The master bed has a metal frame, its headboard composed of thin, vertical metal poles. Blair wraps the manacles round one of these and motions that you should lie on your back on the mattress. You pause. She doesn’t let you. She presses her naked body against yours and kisses you. It’s a violent passionate kiss that uses the soft plumpness of her breasts to **** you backwards onto the mattress. You feel her wrap a manacle round one wrist. She tightens it. Then moves to the other wrist and the other manacle.

Soon you’re lying there, on your back, your arms above your head, naked, splayed out before her. You’ve never done anything like this before. But now it’s turning you on. Your cock was already hardening to her nakedness, now it is fully erect. Anticipation adds to your excitement.

Anticipation of the mischief in her eyes. That’s as alluring as her large, oval breasts.

She leans over and kisses you, her teeth nip at your bottom lip, and the pain of each bite adds to the eroticism. Her kisses leave your lips and descend your body. A kiss for your chin. The kiss on your neck is more a bite than a kiss, nipping, drawing flesh into her hungry mouth. She’s marked you as hers. And the idea of that mark, and the pain of its creation, stirs your cock. Her lips are at your collarbone. They descend to your nipples. Her tongue runs circles round them. Her teeth nip at the protrusions. She descends lower. To your bellybutton, which her tongue circles and tickles. And at last, her breath is parting your pubic hair.

She runs her tongue along the length of your shaft. She plants kisses against the protruding veins. Your dick dances to each caress. “God, I don’t think I’ve seen anything this big be this hard. How much blood have you got in it,” she laughs. Then returns to her oral caresses.

Her lips descend lower to your balls. Her tongue lavishes attention to the corrugated flesh of each testicle. She slips one into her mouth and sucks, as if she’s trying to suck it off you. You groan with the pain of flesh stretching. Her blue eyes sparkle at that response. She moves to the other testicle, repeats the action, gets the same response. Her saliva is running down your balls, down to the crack of your asshole, some sinking in, some dripping onto the mattress. You’re awash with pleasure.

Then there’s pain. Her teeth pluck a hair from your balls. Excruciating pain. Shivering excitement. Your body responds by flushing more blood into your cock. Hardening it further. You’ve never been so hard. You’ve never been so **** for release.

And she repeats the treatment. Plucking more pubic hairs. And your body responds, shivering, incapable of distinguishing between pain and erotic bliss.

She stops. She’s crawling back up your body. Her eyes are fixed on your eyes. She rubs her breasts over your thighs, over your stomach, over your chest. She’s looming over you. Her hand is holding the incredible stiffness of your cock. She can barely move it, it’s so stiff. But she has enough to guide it into heaven.

Her pussy is a sodden velvet tunnel of pleasure. As hot as she is. As welcoming as she is. It’s just as well you came an hour ago, because if you’d not been drained you would cum immediately. Her scream of “Yes” is like a fulfilment of the ages. It defines your life, her life, all life. The lower she sinks down your shaft, the deeper you probe inside her, the less your mind can take. All you can feel is her pussy on your cock. All you can think about is her pussy on your cock. Even the glory of her beauty, of the magnificence of her breasts, is forgotten.

She pauses. You thrust up to complete the connection, to be fully embedded inside her. She slaps you in the face. “No.” But the pain of the slap just spurs you on. You can’t tell whether its pain or erotic tension. All you know is that you want it again. All you know is you want to spend eternity like this. Embedded inside her. Feeling her body ripple around you. Feeling each breath through this connection. Feeling each spurt of pain as she slaps you.

And she’s riding. Time has no meaning. There is only pleasure. Her pussy sliding up and down your cock is pleasure. Her juices cascading down your cock and over your balls is pleasure. Her palms spread out on your chest, pushing you into the mattress, is pleasure. Each slap she gives you on the cheek is pleasure. Each scream of “Yes” whether yours or hers, is pleasure.

The convulsing of her pussy round your cock as her orgasm strikes is another height. Through her screwed-up face she looks down and threatens you. “Don’t you dare. Don’t you dare.”

Think of something else. Think of what? All you can think about is the pussy convulsing round your cock. All you can think about are breasts bouncing before you. All you can think about is the beautiful face wrapped in bliss. Think of work. No, now you’re thinking of students. Female students, in white blouses and short skirts and…

You reach your pinnacle of pleasure. You release into Blair. And she growls and screams her acceptance of your summit. Her body’s shivers with her pleasure. Your body shivers with your pleasure. You’ve never cum so hard. You’ve never released so much. Your mind is lost in a kaleidoscope of bliss. Colours dance before your eyes, pink breasts, blue eyes, red lips, blond hair.

It takes five minutes for either of you to recover enough to realise where you are.