nukdookum

I love the smell of leather. It was strong as I leaned over the bed to fasten the cuff to the of the headboard. The beautiful woman only looked up at me and smiled, allowing me to fasten the heavy buckle and tie her right arm out to her side. I circled the bed, taking care to insure the perfect fit on the cuff of her left wrist before tying it to the opposite side of the headboard. I had her slide down, pulling her arms a bit above her head. Should I take my clothes off? she inquired. The only response she got was my adding the ankle cuff and pulling her leg to the corner of the bed. I had previously strung rope under the mattress and tied her foot to that, locking it to the foot of the bed. She moved, testing the give of her legs and finding that she couldn't move more than a few inches in any direction. She looked at me expectantly but I ignored the unspoken plea. I wrapped the last cuff around her right ankle and anchored that foot to the final corner of the bed. When I was finished, I stood, looking at my work. I smiled, her light struggles still testing her limited range of motion.

I look over her clothes, a comfortable pair of Lucky Brand jeans and a black T-shirt. With a smirk I bend down out of her line of sight, sliding the small gym bag out from under the bed. I extract a pair of bandage scissors, with the beveled and blunt lower point. Starting with her right leg I cut the jeans, taking my time to enjoy the squeals of protest. These are my favorite jeans! You can't cut them off me! I stop, glancing up at her with an ironic smile. You should have thought of that during the negotiations. I did ask, and your limit was bodily bruising which would be visible. I continue cutting up her leg, making sure she feels the cool metal of the scissors on her leg as they slide closer to her more sensitive parts. I raise the tips enough to avoid the underwear. I don't want to make this end any sooner than I possibly can.

I continue to cut all the way up through her waist. I can see she is distressed about the jeans, but I ignore her for the moment. I smile, seeing the look of desperation on her face. I can almost see the wheels turning. What else have I forgot to mention? How else will my poor negotiation skills be turned to his advantage? I savor the moment, saying nothing while her fears grow ever darker, more devious than anything I could conjure. I repeat the process for the other leg, making sure she feels every cut of the scissors. With her jeans cut up both legs I remove them from under her and toss them aside, neither of us will be needing them ever again. Her body quivers and I can feel my excitement grow too.

I put the scissors down, grabbing another item from the bag. She looks relieved, happy that the rest of her clothes are safe...for now. I run the whartenburg wheel up her leg and she squirms nicely, yelping in surprise. What is that? she asks. I show her the small handle, ending in a tiny 'pizza cutter' type wheel with quarter inch spikes radiating out form its rim. She looks horrified. I laugh, knowing how wicked it looks and feels but also knowing that I haven't applied pressure enough to break the skin. She squirms some more...I smile more.

I run the wheel up her thigh, this time not stopping at the panties, running it over her pubic area and down her other thigh. The squirming gets more energetic. I use the device on the inside of her thigh, loving the way it makes her squeal. Then I use it down the left side of her cunt, pressing hard enough to make the spikes poke through the panties and prick the sensitive labia there. I can feel my erection get harder as I run it down the other side. I know how sensitive that skin is, making the spikes feel tens of times worse than they actually are.

A few more trips down her thighs and I put the spiked wheel down, again retrieving the scissors. I cut it open straight up the middle of her stomach, letting the cloth fall to the sides. Looking down at her on the bed, her shirt cut open exposing her satin skin and lace underwear to my gaze. She looks helpless and used. Exactly the look I was going for. I want nothing more than to tear my own clothes off and fuck her where she lays, taking advantage of that beautiful body. However, tonight I plan to feed my sadistic side. That sweet look of broken innocence that I have worked so hard to achieve has awakened it from its long sleep and it is hungry. I cut up each sleeve, pulling the shirt from under and adding it to the pile of ruined clothes in the corner. I use my hands, running my warm palms over her skin, testing for goose bumps and making her feel my presence. Her skin is smooth, soft to the touch and again the urge to take her rises in my loins, again I squelch it.

The panties are a shame, they are very cute and match her bra but I remove them with the same amount of callous indifference on my face as the jeans, cutting up the front from the inside of each thigh, exposing her clean shaven pussy. I move to the bra, scissors in hand and see the look of terror on her face. I know how hard it is to find them, but tonight I am heartless. I place the scissors on her sternum, sliding the tip under the center section of her bra. She looks at me pleading with those baby-doll eyes, I can almost see a tear welling in them. I smile back at her, the way a parent might lovingly look at a child who has asked for a candy bar just before telling them that they aren't going to get it but thanks for asking. I pause, long enough to see the resignation on her face and her smile droop slightly at the thought of having to purchase a replacement before I remove the scissors. I slide my hand under her back and with a practiced pinch and flick of my fingers I unhook the strap. I temporarily unhook her arm to remove the shoulder strap while she is still in shock. As I slide her bra up her other arm and hang it on the corner of the headboard where the cuff is tied, she laughs nervously. I only look back at her with as glacial a stare as I can muster and say I didn't take pity on you, I had planned on saving the bra from the onset, I just needed you to understand that I am in total control, you are mine for the evening, and I am bound to the limits that we discussed earlier. No more, no less. Tonight your discomfort is my pleasure. She nods and I see understanding in those eyes.

Next I remove the violet wand from under the bed, sliding the heavy case along the carpet. I open the latches, letting them snap so she can hear. The case is on the floor so I know she cannot see what I am doing, the sounds of the suitcase opening will make her wonder what the next instrument of torture will be. I take the end of the device and hold it in my hand, the heavy copper cylinder is cold to the touch. I run it up the inside of her leg and she jumps, not expecting the temperature difference. Do you keep that thing in the freezer? she asks. No I reply and smile as I touch her clit with the cold metal. Is that cold? I ask innocently, placing the length of metal along her labia. She nods. I bend over, placing my mouth on her pussy, pressing my hot tongue along the length of skin where the metal had been touching. I hear her moan as I slowly lick up her cunt, letting my tongue lie flat against as much of it as possible. The metal makes better contact against the now wet flesh and feels that much colder than the warm wet heat of my tongue. She squirms and yelps. This woman is such a pleasure to play with.

I put my mouth back on her cunt, licking down between the labia eliciting another moan. I let the copper bar lay on the bed, my hands go to her leg, caressing her soft skin as my tongue works its way into the delicate folds of flesh. A few minutes later I can taste her excitement, slipping a finger into the damp pussy. Working my tongue and finger together she starts to grind against my face. I slip a second finger into her now dripping cunt and smile. I stand abruptly, removing my mouth and fingers and filling her cunt with the cold metal cylinder. She gasps, inhaling sharply as the rigid cold object slides into her vagina. Oh you're mean she snaps, gripping her teeth against the cold feeling inside. A few moments later and the metal warms, surrounded by those wet soft lips. My mind starts to wander, imagining my cock inside those warm wet walls, enveloped in her heat. I can picture our legs wrapped around each other, hands gripping and exploring each others bodies, tongues and lips locked in a passionate kiss. I feel my willpower waning and I banish the images from my mind.

Thus far the wand has been off, but now I kneel down again, turning the device on and cranking the intensity to 25%. I think better of it, reminding myself that she said her pain tolerance was pretty high, and set it to 50%, my sadistic side now in full swing. I pull a wicked looking knife from the wand case, the large wide blade curved to a tip with a long sweeping edge on it. I show her the knife, watching as her eyes look at the shiny blade and her reflection in the polished steel. I place the blade against her skin and draw it lightly down her stomach. She screams out, feeling the cold edge of the knife cut into her flesh and leave a trail of hot tingling nerves from her sternum to her pelvis. I only smile. She glares at me but before her mouth can form the word RED! I motion for her to look at her stomach, there is not even a scratch on it. She looks at me bewildered, and I smile back, showing her the knife again, unmarred by blood. When she calms down a bit, I take the knife and run it down her leg, again she screams as it leaves a trail of hot tingling nerve endings wherever it touches. She glares at me then down at her leg, not a sign of blood nor even the lightest scratch. I laugh. To demonstrate I cross the room and turn out the lights, The light entering from the bathroom barely illuminates darkened room, the blackout curtains doing their job perfectly. I return to her arm, and barely touch the tip of the blade to it where she can see, the blue lightning jumps from the tip of the blade to her skin, causing exquisite pain but leaves no marks for the second or two that the knife remains in proximity to her arm.

I explain that the copper electrode I had inserted in her wet pussy is attached to a static electricity generator and that wet contact makes her body one giant electrode. Any object coming into contact with her body completes the circuit and causes a static discharge, like being shocked by a door knob after crossing the carpet in your house...600 times a second. To demonstrate I run my fingers lightly over her stomach and up over her breasts stopping briefly on her nipples before moving on. The discharge jumps from my fingers to her skin, causing a similar pain though less intense than the metal connection. I turn off the device, turn the lights back on and pull the electrode from her pussy.

She looks frazzled, and those last screams have made my cock rock hard. I tenderly kiss her pussy, caressing it gently with my tongue. I remove the ankle cuffs one at a time, leaving them tied to the bed. I remover her wrist cuffs too, letting her sit up on the bed. I cover her in a blanket, and sit with her, warming her cool skin with the raging furnace that is burning inside me, yearning to fuck her, yet bound by our agreement that this was a sensory play time. Her face is next to mine, I want to feel those lips with mine, touch them with my tongue and test the heat and resistance of them with the sensitive nerves of my mouth. I only smile and quietly ask her if she would like some water to drink. She nods and I go to the kitchen to get her a glass of water. After returning the bedroom, and sitting with her some more, she is starting to look a bit less flushed. I can still feel the erection in my jeans, pressing against the sipper as if it could burst out of the prison and take what it wanted. I stand, and pause briefly seeing her smile as she notices the excitement, but turn away and go to the headboard. She asks Is that uncomfortable? I reply Yes, but that was not part of the negotiations. I will take care of that once you are gone.

I hand her the bra that had been hanging on the headboard and she remembers the rest of her clothes, looking sadly in the corner where the shreds of clothing lay. How am I supposed to get home without any clothes? She asks accusation dripping from each word. I have some clothes for you to wear. I reply evenly, ignoring the tone in her voice. I move to the dresser and open a drawer. Yes, but how do I explain the male cut clothes when I get home? she barks. I return to the bed, holding a pair of neatly folded Lucky Brand jeans and a plain black T shirt. She looks shocked But..but I watched you cut them off of me. I know. I say These are new, I purchased them last week when we were discussing this play session. They are your size. I have done my homework. The T-shirt is slightly different than the one you had on but nobody will notice the change. I apologize for the panties, I didn't purchase a replacement but it will please me to know that you are not wearing any on your way home tonight

I watch her dress and can't help but admire the ass as it disappears into the jeans. Her bra and T shirt go on next and she is indistinguishable to the average person from when she showed up at my house three hours ago. I hug her and say goodbye, watching as she walks down the driveway to her car, ass swaying with each step in that mesmerizing motion.

As soon as she drives away I return the bedroom. I can still smell the musky scent of her excitement lingering in the room, the light odor of her perfume on the pillow. I lay on the bed and pull my throbbing cock out, kicking my jeans to the floor. I stroke my cock, the veins bulging under my hand, almost burning me with the heat of my desire for her. I close my eyes, focusing on the smells of the room, recalling how innocent and helpless she looked lying there tied to my bed. The cock in my hands jerks, as if it could fuck the image in my mind. My hand slides up and down my shaft, slowly caressing the sensitive underside along the urethra. I imagine the way her pussy felt on my fingers, hot and wet wrapped around my cock as it slides in and out of that juicy cunt. I can feel my body tense as the pleasure builds, my hand moving up and down now without my conscious thought guiding it. I imagine her sitting on top of me, riding my cock like a theme park ride, her soft skin glowing in the soft light of the dim bedroom and her tits dancing nicely with each thrust of our hips against each other. Oh fuck she is so beautiful, the smell of her perfume mixes with the smell of my sweat as our bodies mingle in my mind, her hips pumping up and down on my rigid cock. The fantasy engulfs me and I yell out Oh yes baby, fuck me like the whore you are!. My cock jerks and my hips thrust of their own accord and I feel warmth run down my hand. I continue pumping, moaning loudly as I milk all of the ejaculate out of my cock letting it run down my fingers to my balls or into my pubic hair.

I lay there for a few minutes catching my breath, spent. Finally I get up and hobble into the shower, covered in sweat and cum. I rinse off with hot water, letting the heat and steam wash over my already relaxed body. I dry off, stopping to unplug the wand and turn out the lights before sliding under the covers nude. I stretch out, enjoying the feel of the soft cotton sheets on my body, laying my head on the pillow I begin to drift off, the smell of her perfume still clinging to my pillow, conjuring up images of her beautiful face and gorgeous body. That night, my dreams are of her...