Chapter 7
Candy lashed the whip at Ernie, then spoke. "I don't want to hear you say anything till I tell you to! Is that understood, you worthless slave?"
"Y ... yes," Ernie stammered.
She lashed him again. "You don't answer me when I ask you a question unless you're given permission. Just nod your head, slave."
He stood up and he started to unbutton his shirt. Candy stood back a little bit, but not far enough so that the whip wouldn't hit him if she still had to reprimand him during the undressing.
This was the best part of the evening. She loved it when she had the control over him, and she got more aroused watching him undress then during any other part of the game. She could see the bristly hair around his nipples. It was a light shade of brown, and she knew how soft it felt when she touched it. She could see, through the thick tufts around the nipples, that he was already turned on.
He reached for his belt buckle, stepping out of his shoes at the same time. He kicked them out of the way and watched them land on the other side of the room.
Then he slid his pants down his legs, slowly. He knew that his cock was now pressing against his tight briefs, and he was just about to pull down those shorts when he felt the whip lash on his chest.
"Not yet," she said to him. "Go into the room."
He started to walk toward the room where she had gone to change. He could feel her presence, walking closely behind him. Every so often, he would feel her prodding the whip handle into his back, pushing him and indicating that she wanted him to walk faster. He was there fast enough. He walked into the familiar paneled room, and looked around.
He had that room specially decorated, just for occasions like this. He had it paneled in a dark wood, and there was a thick red carpet on the floor. Over against the wall, right opposite the door, was a large wooden bed with old-fashioned bedposts. Hanging over it was a huge mirror.
He looked up at the mirror. He could see Candy's reflection as well as his own. She was now wearing high-heeled black leather boots.
"Get your ass over to the bed!" she ordered, pushing him with the whip handle.
He started to walk over to the bed, and all of a sudden he felt a large shove come from behind as she pushed him onto the bed. He landed flat on his chest, and she was jumping on top of his back, holding him down.
She sat on his back, facing his ass, and she started to spank him. He could feel these incredible sensations running through his whole body, and ending up in his cock, which was trembling now, but was also being pushed into the softness of the mattress.
She spanked him only a few times, and then she decided that it was time to expose the rest of his body. She reached into the elastic of his shorts and slid them down.
"I've missed this ass," she said to him, looking down at the smooth ass cheeks. She liked that about him a lot. He was a pretty hairy guy. There was hair all over his chest and legs. His buttocks were smooth, hairless, two globes of white flesh. She just loved that.
She was rubbing her hand over them, plying the flesh through her fingers. Then, all of a sudden, he felt the whip sting his ass.
She was hitting him with the hand grip part of the whip, again and again and again. She held it like a cane, and spanked his ass with it. He tried to move around, squirm away from the whip which he knew was going to land again, but the weight of her on his back kept him from moving, and the blows landed one after another.
Again and again she lashed his back. She went at it for a few minutes more, and when she was sure he had enough she stopped. She maneuvered her body on his back so she was facing his head.
"Slide your body up," she ordered, lifting herself off him and straddling him so he could move.
He tried, then fell back. She lashed out at his ass with the whip. She let the thin leather land on his tense buttocks this time. When he was in position, she stretched hi s arms out over his head. She could see the small nooses hanging from the bedposts, and she slipped one over each wrist and pulled it tight. In less than ten seconds, she had his hands secured, just the way she wanted them.
Then she climbed off his body and she started on his feet. She slipped the two small ropes at the end of the bed over his feet and up to his ankles, and then she tightened the nooses, securing him in that way. Then she hopped off the bed and stood over him, looking at how helpless he was.
"You're gorgeous," she said. "I love you helpless."
Then she started to whip him again. He could feel the smooth leather landing on his back, his buttocks, and the back of his legs. Each time the whip landed, he didn't know where it was going to hit, till it actually made contact with his flesh. He was pulling at his arms, struggling, trying to get away from this grip that she had on him. There was no way out. He turned his neck and he looked over at the wall behind her.
There was a large mirror on that wall. He could see his own face and body. He could see her too, and the way her tight buttocks were flexing through the leather panties. The way her arm would raise and flash downward, sending the whip whistling through the air, thrilled him.
After a few more minutes, she was sure that he had enough. She walked over to the small table that was in the corner of the room by the door. She had noticed it from the very first minute she had entered the room to change clothes. There was a tremendous selection of dildoes on the table, all sizes and thicknesses. She picked up one that was right for what she wanted to do to him, and she walked back.
"I bet you thought you were going to fuck me tonight, didn't you?" she said. "Well you're wrong. If anyone is going to get fucked it's you ... in the ass."
Then she pried his taut ass cheeks apart. She started to massage his asshole as she moved her finger deeper and deeper inside him. She could feel him beginning to ease up, and she was happy about that. She moved her finger all the way down, till she could feel his prostate. She started to massage it gently.
He could feel all this on his cock especially. When she had first started to enter his ass, he could feel the pleasure building. When she started to massage his tender asshole till it began to loosen, he felt even better. He began to move his ass up and down off the bed, giving his cock a nice little massage between his stomach and the silk sheets.
She jerked her finger out of his rectum, and replaced her hand with her face. She knew that spittle was the best lubrication for a good ass fuck. She stuck out her tongue, and she started to lick his asshole. She could taste the cool sweat of his buttocks on her tongue. She worked up a lot of spit in her mouth and forced it out onto her tongue, them reamed his asshole.
She wet his anus real good, then moved her mouth away and inserted the head of the thick dildo. He could feel his asshole stretching to take the rubber object inside, and what little discomfort there was didn't bother him.
He knew that once he got used to it, he would feel better and better. He was already feeling terrific, and he couldn't wait to see what would happen next. Even though he already knew, he liked to play it by ear.
She continued to move the dildo in him, till it was in as deep as it would go. Then, she started to move it in and out of his asshole, slowly, slowly, and then began to build up speed.
He started to moan as he felt the pleasing effect of having his innermost regions explored by the fake phallus inside of him. He started to move his ass up and down faster and faster.
Then he felt her reaching underneath his body and taking his stiff cock firmly in her grip. She started to move her hands up and down the shaft, paying particular attention to the head of his cock, which she knew was the most sensitive part of him. She ran her fingers through his sweaty public patch, and then down to his hot balls which she gave a nice playful squeeze.
He could feel the tension building in his cock more and more by the second. When she squeezed his balls he thought that she was going to squeeze the come right out of him. Then she eased up and moved her hand back to his hard shaft. Then she moved her hand up and down the shaft, slowly and then faster. She could feel his cock starting to pulse under her grip, and she started to move the dildo in and out of him with her other hand even faster than she was already doing.
Then she could feel him shooting out his thick creamy juices. She moved her hand to the tip of his cock and felt the cream all over her fingers. She started to rub it into his belly even while his cock continued to ejaculate more and more. He was moaning louder and louder as he continued to come faster and faster. He could feel the sweat all over his body, on his buttocks, his chest, his feet.
It was all over! His cock started to go limp in her hand. She was still massaging him, but he knew that he was spent. He couldn't get over what a sensational orgasm he had just had. He knew that it had to be the best one he had in months, but the game was still at its peak.
He fell forward on the bed, still pulling at his hands. The ropes were secured too tightly.
She started to pull the dildo out of his asshole, slowly but surely. He could feel his ass muscles returning to normal. He could feel the stretching ending as the dildo almost popped its way out of his asshole.
She kissed his body everywhere she could. She was kissing and licking off the beads of sweat that dotted his flesh. He could feel the cool tongue running along his buttocks, and he started to moan when she did that. After a few minutes, she climbed on top of him, almost trying to shelter him, and she just lay there. He could feel her warm flesh and the two pieces of leather on his skin, and he was beginning to get aroused again.
He knew that before anything like that happened to him again, he was going to have to do something about the positions they were in. He started to move his ass up and down so she could feel him, "Take off the bonds," he said.
She was getting up, and then she started to undo his feet. She loosened the rope around his ankles. Soon he could feel the freedom returning to his feet, Then she was starting to open the nooses around his wrists, and he slid his hands free. He rolled over on his back. He looked up at himself in the mirror, and he smiled. He could see his still flaccid cock lying limp between his legs, but he knew that it wouldn't be limp for long.
Ernie began to rise.
"Where do you think you're going?" she asked.
"I have to take a leak," he replied.
The woman watched him walk out of the room. She sat down on the bed and waited for him to return so she could play her part of the game now. For even though she enjoyed watching the things she'd done to him, she knew that part of the game was for his pleasure. Now it was time for her to get turned on.
She lay the whip on the floor beside the bed, and she closed her eyes. In some ways, she was exhausted and wanted to drift off to sleep.
In other ways, she was too excited, and sleep was the furthest thing from her mind. She stretched her legs and arms, feeling her skin tingling. All of a sudden, she could feel a little tingling in her pussy.
She moved her hand down her belly and slid them into the black leather panties. She could feel how sweaty her blonde pubic hair was. She moved her fingers to her pussy lips and could feel her own wetness. Then she slid them into her cunt and started to masturbate. She could feel her clit rubbing against her sliding fingers, and her passions were rising more and more by the minute.
She started to thrust her ass off the bed, burying her fingers deeper into her hot and wet pussy. She started to moan, feeling the passions building more and more by the minute.
She was so caught up in her frenetic passion that she couldn't hear him walking into the room. She could hardly have heard him anyway. That was one of the reasons he had the thick carpet placed in the room. It was much easier to get around without anyone hearing.
He walked to the bed where she lay and he reached for the whip on the floor. She didn't even know he was there till she felt the lashes smacking her .flesh. She pulled her hand out of her panties, opened her eyes, and looked at him. A short fit of terror ran through her as she saw the totally evil expression on his face. The expression stayed that way for a minute, and then he smiled at her. It was a totally devilish smile.
"I can leave you alone, but not for more than a minute," he said. "Then I find you with your fingers in your cunt, jerking off."
"0-h-h-h-h," she moaned. "I..."
The whip sang again, and she was unable to finish the thought. "You talk when I say you can," Ernie fumed. Now he was in charge.
This is how he had done it all along with Candy. When Ernie first got interested in B&D, bondage and discipline, he was the dominant partner. He had never even thought of letting himself get tied up. One day he had been with an absolutely ravishing brunette who sent his head spinning with her totally seductive looks. He had taken her back to his place in London, and he had started to get ready to tie her up.
She had played along with his game, but only to a point. When he wasn't looking, she had reached up, grabbed the whip and smacked his ass with it. He had tried to fight her, and he was. sure at that time he would have killed her had he been able to get his hands on her. The idea of her trying to dominate him was completely revolting to him.
She was quick with the whip, and she wouldn't let him get close enough to lay a finger on her. She led him to the bed and made him lie down on his belly. Before he knew what was happening, the tables had been reversed. He was now the victim. She did things to him that had never been done before, and when she thrust a dildo in his ass, he had felt the most incredible sensations.
Although she had him totally dominated, she didn't try to do anything that would really hurt him. She only wanted to bring him pleasure, and she wanted to do it her own way. It had to be the most incredible experience of his life.