For a moment all I did was admire her naked beauty. Her skin tinged with nervousness and excitement as her bountiful chest heaved in anticipation. Hair drawn up into a tight bun hidden beneath the clasped fingers of her upraised arms as she stood with feet shoulders width apart trembling slightly as she felt my roaming gaze.
She jumped a little as my hand fell on her waist, prevented by the thick blindfold from seeing it or my kiss coming. My lips pulled at hers, drawing her head up as our tongues began to dance in feverish anticipation. As my hand rose and cupped one breast her excitement moan mixed with my hungry growl in our kiss. The soft flesh yielded beneath exploring fingers that dug a little deeper and greedily with each passing moment till her nipple rolled in my firm grasp. I pinched as I kneaded the pressed my palm against her surging chest pushing up with the nail of my thumb against my index finger, nipple trapped between. She shivered in response, then gasped as the clamp clicked into place. I nibbled at her lower lip while attaching the other clamp, letting their cold chains dangle across flushed skin before raised them up as I slowly clasped the collar around her neck. A single firm tug ensured the clamps were in place and started her into motion.
I lead her to the bed and then draped her across a pillow resting on the footboard that had always been just too high. I saw her go on tip toes as I took her wrists and drew her on. The cuffs snapped on, the rope taut, and her arms held. I let my fingers ghost lightly down her arm as I moved back, coming to rest on her should as bent over her from behind. I felt her blazing heat, trembling need as I stood back up. The motion raking my nails down either side of her spine, pushing firmly into satin smooth skin. Down her back, pausing only for a playful slap at her rump, onto her thighs and then calves. My teeth replaced the nails as I distracted myself from securing her ankles with little nips. Soon though she was totally shackled in place and my hands worked their way back up the inside of her legs. Leisurely heading to the intersection where I was greeted with a fevered moan as my hand brushed over her inflamed pussy. My fingers submerged into scalding warmth as I parted her slit, moving into her folds and exposing her to my hot breath. She tried to rock back, move in anyway to speed up my languid teasing, but she couldn't and that only made her more desperate.
Still I did not slid into her welcoming embrace or caress her throbbing clit, lingering instead on her lips. The snap of the first binder clip was covered by her sudden yelp. As was the second. And the third. Fourth. Fifth. The sixth though only produced a whimper. A hiss greeted my middle finger pushing into her asshole. The sudden intrusion and chilly layer of lube making her tense and groan. The intrusion came again and again. Three quick thrust forcing more lube in each time before I pressed her plug into her, steady pressure seeing it in above fresh groans. Leaving its ruby base winking invitingly at me.
An invitation I answered eagerly. My heart rate started to quicken as I let the corded leather tails of my whip drop onto her back. A tender introduction between two parties I desperately want to get better acquainted. She teases as I roll my wrist. Slowly shaking out my arm in wide arms that bring the tails flicking lamely across her back and thighs. But I am warming to my work in more ways than one. Grinning as the whip begins to crack. Smiling as I begin to truly leave my mark on her. Feeling the simple joy of creation as I paint a masterpiece of deepening red lines across her. Some darken considerably as my tempo really ramps up, the incessant cracking a counterpoint to the wailing scream broken by desperate pleading from my canvas. Despite the frenzy coming over my I feel some part of my brain careful parsing her every utterance, searching for those magic words or the sound of the clicker in her hand. Thankfully all I hear is encouragement to go on.
One final swipe with my whole arm, the impact filling the room with its wonderful sound and forcing her to flinch into the frame, then I'm done. Done with one stage and leaning over the footboard to grab a handful of her hair. Yanking her head back, seeing the red face and feeding the handle of the whip into a gaping mouth. I push it deep, feeling her whole body spasm against the intrusion while I know its only a distraction. The first binder clip slides off with a dull click. I pull the rest off in turn. Stifling the screams I feel vibrating through my tool. Last comes the plug, joining the small pile of discards on the floor I quickly cover with the pillow that had been separating her from the wooden frame.
I press my hip eagerly into her backside, feeling the raw heat of a furnace washing off her. Grinding absently against her burning butt I use her back as a work station to prepare the dildo for the next part. Bending a little I push my cock forward. Letting it smack into sensitive and throbbing lips a few times before pushing into her slit. Finding my bearings I draw back a little, the dildo slotting into place between me and her asshole. Then I slam forward.
In one thrust she is filled. Then its simple primal need. I want her. Need her. Desperately have to use her to slack my own desire. The dildo pushing back into me is uncomfortable so I cover it with increase savagery. Forcing her further onto the bed frame as my pounding makes it shake. Incoherent growls rumble out of my chest as I lose myself in the frantic quivering squeeze that engulfs me. I can feel the pressure building as I slam into her. Inside me, inside her, in the room. Still I need more. So I take it. That is my only thought. Her tight embrace and my need to complete possess it.
I do in a sudden explosion. For a moment there are only stars, my hammering heart, and waves of pleasure. Warm euphoria infusing every aspect of my existence.
Only slowly do I realize I've slumped over. At some point I've bitten her, my arms wrapped around her, hands mauling at chained tits, as my cock continues to spasm within her. I feel utterly drained, my breathing is heavy and ragged. Standing up is an effort. The dildo plops to the floor as I stumble back from her and around to release her wrists. My numb fingers feel clumsy as I do my best to gently massage feeling back into her nipples as I release the clamps. With her ankles free I slowly lift her shaking and spent body down onto the ground.
And for a moment all I do is admire my collection of used and discarded toys...
