Whispers

Whispers
by sammo_00

I lay on the bed with only the quiet hissing of the air conditioner keeping me company. The cool air rushes across my skin, tightening my nipples into almost painful peaks. I try desperately to relax, knowing that you cannot hurt me and yet, giving up control in this way is more than frightening. It is mind-numbingly terrifying. The blackness of the blindfold seems almost suffocating and I take deep breaths, willing myself not to cry out in fear.

It feels as though I have been alone for hours, though I rationally accept it has been only minutes. The bonds pull slightly at my arms, creating just enough tension in my muscles so I know I shall feel it tomorrow.

Suddenly, the hissing of the air cuts off. The silence is deafening and I can hear the blood pounding in my ears as my heart rate suddenly doubles. I crane my neck and try desperately to peer under the blindfold but it is no use. You have me successfully at your mercy.

Time slows to a complete stop. There is nothing indicating the passage of time aside from the rushing blood in my body and that seems oddly loud, as though someone on the other side of the building should be able to hear it clearly. I can feel the tension building inside me as the fear takes an irrational hold and I’m finding it more difficult to hold back a scream.

Something soft tickles my side immediately below my armpit. I gasp and instinctively try to curl away from it. The soft feeling continues up and down my side leisurely for a moment before I realize it is the tip of a feather. The feather keeps coming closer and closer to my breast, but darts away before it gets too close to anything. It suddenly comes to my attention that I am holding my breath and I let it out in a large gasp as something wet touches my left nipple briefly.
I open my mouth to beg and something is shoved in my mouth. I almost gag before I feel a soft breeze on my ear.

“Breathe love. I won’t do anything you can’t take,” you whisper, sending chills down my spine. You know how much I love it when you touch my ear. The chill goes straight to my core and I can feel that familiar weight growing low in my belly. I nod, trying to shift my body but you place your hand on my hip and hold me down. “Don’t move,” you say firmly. “Or I’ll have to punish you.”

I start to nod, then realize that would go against what you told me to do. Instead, I concentrate on attempting to ignore what you are doing to my helpless body so I can refrain from moving.

You chuckle softly, in the way I love so much. The feather begins its journey again, tracing circles over my tummy, one of my more sensitive areas. I clamp down on the cloth in my mouth, fighting to keep myself silent and still. I feel something wet on my nipple again. The feeling is repeated a couple more times before I realize you are holding an ice cube over my breast and letting it drip on me. You transfer the ice cube to my other nipple, now sliding the feather up and down my left side. The urge to curl away from the tickling sensation is getting stronger and I can feel my muscles starting to shake.

The feather stops moving, barely grazing my skin right at my left hip. I can feel the water slowly sliding down my sides and wetting the blanket under my naked body. Nothing changes for an eternity and I swear I’ve gnawed a hole in the gag you shoved in my mouth. I hear a rasping noise and then I can feel the tip of your tongue barely graze my nipple. I barely manage to keep myself from arching towards your mouth and you laugh against my body.

“Good job love,” you murmur. “Now, this is going to hurt a bit.” I hear the rasping noise again and then I feel more water on my nipple. Despite the trust I have in you, I can feel the fear starting to mount again when something sharp closes on my nipple, hard. Despite myself, I cry out behind the gag and try to burrow my body into the bed away from the pain in my nipple. You softly draw the back of your hand over my cheek. “I told you not to move. Take that as a warning slut.” I clench my jaw, and I can feel a tear sliding down my cheek. It feels as though someone has lit needles on fire and then shoved them through my nipple. And I get the feeling you are not done yet.

Another wet feeling on my other nipple, the rasping noise, and then pain again. This time I manage to keep still and only let out a sharp hiss and I feel your hand smooth over my breast. “Careful love, don’t want to mess you up,” you say quietly.

Suddenly, it seems to me as though the room is getting hotter. I can feel sweat on my forehead and the heat between my legs is reaching impossible temperatures. Am I really getting aroused by this? I do not recall saying you could torture me in this way. There is blood. I know there is. There cannot be that much pain without there being blood.

I feel a slight tugging on one nipple, then at the other one and I hiss again. This is a new pain and yet, it almost feels good. Then I feel a stronger pull at both nipples at the same time and to keep the pain from getting too bad, I arch my back a little, hoping you do not notice.

“Bitch!” you snarl. I hear a whooshing sound and something smacks hard into my thigh. Oh that hurt! There are definitely tears now. Just a few, but it should be enough. Maybe he’ll notice and stop. I do not think I can do this.

I feel your calloused fingers caressing my cheek and I can smell your wonderful masculine scent as you lean over my body. “Are you ok?” you whisper. “Am I asking too much of you?” You slowly slide your finger down my cheek and then coax my mouth open, pulling out the cloth you used as a gag. “Answer me baby,” you say.

I took a deep breath and shook my head. “I… I don’t know,” I confess. “I know I said I could do this, but can we take it slower?” I turn my head towards where I think your face is and I can almost feel you smile.

“Whatever you want baby. This is all about what you want, remember?” you answer. “How about this? You just try your hardest not to make noise or move and I’ll just tell you when you’re bad. We’ll save the punishment for next time.”

I nod and you can feel the tension leave my body in one moment. “That’s… that works,” I whisper, wishing I could look into your eyes and see the love I know is there.

“By the way, how did you like sucking on your panties?” you ask. When I open my mouth in surprise, you shove the cloth, which I know realize are the panties you made me take off earlier, back into my mouth. I growl behind them and you laugh, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “What do you expect? You look like one hot slut.”

I huff and turn my head away, knowing I would be smiling like an idiot if I did not have panties stuffed in my mouth. You laugh again and slowly drag your nails down my side. “I’m the boss baby. Better get used to it.” Then the bed shifts and I hear a door open and close. Then I am alone.
Time passes interminably. I swear I can feel myself getting older by the minute. He is going to come back and find an old lady where there used to be a horny girlfriend tied to his bed. Serves him right. What is he playing at?

The air conditioning kicks on and I can feel the temperature dropping. Quickly. My skin breaks out in goose bumps and I can feel myself start shivering. Suddenly, I become aware of a presence next to me.

“Open your mouth,” you whisper. My body tingles at the sound of authority in your voice and I am no longer chilled. Instead, I now feel as though I am close to catching on fire. I slowly let my jaw drop and you pull the panties out of my mouth. You trace my lips with your finger before pushing it between my lips. “Suck,” you command.

Who am I to argue? I close my lips around your finger and lick it with the tip of my tongue. I trap it gently between my teeth and flick my tongue across the tip. Then I pull it deep into my mouth and begin sucking on your finger, stroking it with my tongue. You start up a thrusting motion and I keep sucking at your finger as though it were your dick, which you know I love. I feel you moan more than I hear you and you suddenly pull your finger out of my mouth.

“Good job bitch,” you say, and I can hear in your voice how aroused you are. It makes me smile, knowing how much of an effect I can have on you. I hear your footsteps on the floor as you walk around the bed and then I hear the sound of something being opened. Lucky for you, my ankles are tied too, because I kick out almost viciously in a knee-jerk reaction when I feel the tip of the feather on the bottom of my right foot. You grasp my ankle almost painfully and slowly drag the feather from the heel of my foot up to my big toe. You know just how ticklish the bottom of my foot is and you mercilessly tease me until I am almost crying with desperation. Then you switch to the other foot. Before too long, I am crying out, despite your warnings that I need to remain silent.

You smooth your free hand up my leg and I can hear how heavy your breathing is. My body is completely open to you and you can see that I am dripping wet, my body begging for you to fill it. You drop the feather and drag your other hand up my other leg and I can feel your weight leaning on your hands as they approach the middle of my thighs. I can almost feel the heat of your breath on my wet pussy before you pull back. You keep teasing me, leaning forward, getting closer and closer, until your fingertips graze my outer lips. I let out a gasp as an electric shock goes through my body and the nipple clamps get tighter on my nipples. You let one hand drift up my torso and you grab the chain connecting the two clamps, giving it a slight pull.

My entire being is focused on that finger just barely touching my lips. I can feel my thighs shaking with need and I know I am covered in sweat but I do not care. I want your dick and I want it now. But I cannot say that because I know you will leave me alone for another eternity.

You laugh. “What’s wrong bitch?” you ask. “What do you want?” I shake my head, biting the inside of my cheek. I will not answer you. I will not! “Is it this?” you question, letting the finger slowly slip between the lips just enough so I can feel its heat on my body. “Or is it this?” You pull on the chain a bit harder this time and I let out a whimper. The pain is slowly fading and it is becoming very pleasurable when you pull on my overly sensitive nipples. Almost unbearably pleasurable. You laugh again and pull your hand away from my pussy. My body immediately cries out from the loss and I let out a low growl, twisting my hips. I have never been so aroused in my entire life, and you have not even done much to me.

I feel both your hands on the inside of my thighs and you spread my body wide. The heat of your stare almost burns me and part of me wants to pull my thighs shut, but another part of me relishes the attention. You let out a puff of air and my pussy clenches. I am so close! How do you do this to me?

“Horny, are we? Hmm, little one?” you murmur against my body. I nod frantically, not caring you cannot see me. “I’m going to untie your ankles now baby. Please don’t kick me,” you say, a chuckle in your voice.

I can hear the soft whisper of silk as you untie the bonds that hold me open. I fight the urge to close my legs shut against your intense stare and instead force myself to relax. You release my other leg and smooth your hand back up to my thigh, moving us back into the position we were in before you untied my legs. For one long moment, you do not move, then I feel the warm heat of your tongue. It starts down at my ass and moves slowly up, stopping to dip in my pussy, before continuing to my throbbing clit. My legs are shaking uncontrollably in your arms and the pressure is mounting deep within my belly. You wrap your tongue around my clit and suck on it gently, then softly bite down with your teeth.

I cannot hold it anymore. The feelings rush over me and I’m coming harder than ever! Despite the blackness of the blindfold, I am blinded by stars flashing as my toes curl in and my body convulses. You keep the gentle pressure on my clit throughout my orgasm and it seems as though it takes years for me to come back down into your arms. You crawl up my body and lay on me, the way I like it. You slowly kiss me, gently coaxing my lips open and I can taste myself on your tongue. It is such an arousing feeling and I am suddenly overwhelmed with heady feelings of love, almost as though you are sending them to me telepathically.

I rise my hips against your body and I can feel you smile against my mouth. “You want it baby?” you murmur and I nod, pressing my poor nipples against your chest, barely noticing the small twinge of pain flashing through my body. I can feel your body shift against me and then the blindfold is gone. I close my eyes against the light. Even though it is only candles, the light is enough to hurt my eyes for a moment. And then I am looking deep in your eyes and I can feel myself drowning in the love I see there. For one moment, I forget that I am craving your body inside mine. I no longer feel the nipple clamps, nor the small discomfort in my shoulders from being tied so long. An eternity passes while I stare in your eyes, and yet no time passes at all. Then your eyes crinkle as you smile, leaning forward to press a warm kiss to my lips.

“This is going to hurt,” you say, pulling away, but close enough that I can still feel your breath against my skin. You reach down with one hand and place it on my right nipple. I take a deep breath, knowing what you are about to do, and close my eyes. You swallow my cry of pain with your mouth as you open the clamp. The pain is almost blinding as the blood rushes back into the nipple. My irrational mind imagines my nipple exploding from a huge rush of blood, but I know that is not possible. You pull back and I nod, knowing the second one will hurt even more, now that I know what to expect. Sure enough, the pain almost knocks my head back against the headboard. Luckily, your hand is there to catch me before I crack my skull. You lean down and gently lave your tongue over my abused flesh and slowly, the pain fades into a dull throb. You look back up at me and frown.

“What’s wrong?” you ask me, that adorable wrinkle in your forehead evident even in the faint candlelight. I shake my head, not trusting myself to speak just yet. You reach forward and trace my cheek and I realize there are tears on my face. You shake your head and I can see in your eyes that you are mad at yourself for letting it go that far. I quickly lean my head forward and capture your bottom lip between my teeth, pulling gently. You kiss me back, but I can still feel you are upset. So I pull my head back and turn away from you.

“What now?” you ask, and I am secretly pleased to hear a note of impatience in your voice.
“I wouldn’t want to make you angrier,” I reply, keeping my face turned from you. You reach forward and grip my chin, forcing me to face you.

“Do you want me to be angry?” you say in a low voice, and a chill runs down my spine. I like when you are like this, on the edge of out of control. I know you will never lose control, but the feeling I get when you are like this is like no other.

“You are for some stupid reason,” I retort, trying to turn my head away from you, despite the grip you have on my chin. You may give me a bruise if you do not let up soon.

“Fine, bitch. If that’s what you want, that’s what you get,” you growl and before I realize what is happening, you are swinging your body over me. Without giving me a moment to collect myself, you shove your iron hard dick into my pussy as hard as you can.

The feeling of being complete is almost overpowering and I can feel my head falling back against the headboard. This is what I was waiting for. You set up a vicious rhythm, in and out as fast as you can drill me. I raise my legs and wrap them around your waist, allowing you deeper access.
You grunt and reach down under me to slip one finger in my ass. This time the cry slips out before I can stop it and I cannot stop myself. I’m begging you to fuck me as hard as you can, screaming your name at the top of my lungs. I can feel my body tightening as you thrust deep in my body, the friction delicious and the weight of your body pushing me into the bed. One more thrust to go before I come and you suddenly stop, buried deep inside me. I can feel you throbbing and I know you are close too by the look in your eye.

You reach above me and quickly untie my wrists. “I want you to touch yourself,” you say hoarsely and I nod, knowing that’s your pet fetish. You pull back and I slide one hand down my sweaty body to where we are joined. I almost cry out when I feel how wet my body is; I do not think I have ever been so wet in my entire life. I gently press my finger against my clit and begin moving it in circles. My thighs begin trembling again and I look up at you frantically. You stare at me, almost hypnotized and once again, I am overwhelmed by the love I see in your eyes. My hand stills and I begin to reach towards your face with the intention of pulling you in for a loving kiss when you pull out of my pussy suddenly, leaving only the tip in. The moment is gone, and I recognize the look on your face now. You are going to make me come so hard I will not be able to walk until tomorrow morning. I begin roughly pinching and twisting my clit and you slam back into me, the headboard banging against the wall loudly. You curse but continue pounding my sopping pussy. My body is so tight it feels as though I am going to rip and then, you curl your finger in my ass and I’m flying. The world explodes inside my mind and I barely register you crying out my name as you orgasm inside me, filling me as my pussy clenches tight around your dick. It feels as though I have flown to the moon and back before I register your face above mine, your eyes filled with concern and love.

I can still feel your dick inside my body. Even when you’re soft, you’re still large and I relish any feeling of you in my body no matter what. I raise my hand from the headboard and gently touch your face.

“We have got to do that again,” I manage to whisper and you laugh, crushing my body to your chest as you pull a blanket over us. I guess bondage is a lot more fun than I thought.


The End