Alison's Tension

Alison squirmed as much as her binds allowed her to move, testing them for weaknesses. But there was no give. She was truly helpless.

Alison was a slim, slightly taller-than-average woman. She had thick red hair and her cheeks were dotted with a small number of freckles. She had green eyes, and B-cup breasts. She was just a beautiful woman and looked even more beautiful in her current position. She had been waiting for this moment for over ten years. John was finally going to play with her, just like how she had fantasised for so long.

John had bound her spread-eagle to a bed and her body was stretched out close to its limit. Her back was arched, making her breasts stick out. Her position was uncomfortable, but at the same time, sexy. She shivered and bit her lip to hold back her nerves. He had bound her arms above her head, using cuffs that were attached to opposite corners of the bed, and her ankles were cuffed the same way. He also blindfolded her, meaning she couldn't see what he was planning. All she could do was listen and wait, as her senses entered overload from the deprivation of her sight.

Alison's body was on fire with passion. Her nerve endings were so sensitive that a feather dragged across her body would feel like an electric shock. She eagerly anticipated what he would do next, and her imagination ran wild with possibilities. Her mind wandered to what she had read online about BDSM. She thought of medieval-style torture tools, of electricity, of whips and gigantic dildos. The strange thing was that while those possibilities scared her, they excited her even more.

'What is wrong with me?' Alison wondered. She felt conscious of the heat between her legs. There was not a single part of her that John could not see or touch. Right now, her body well and truly belonged to John. She tested her bondage again and her breathing quickened. What was he planning?

The questions raced in Alison's mind until they were silenced immediately by John's hand. He affectionately stroked up her thigh. His voice was hypnotically soothing and protective as he spoke.

Alison had a crush on her dom ever since they were teenagers. He had short, black hair, wide shoulders and was just tall enough that if they stood side-by-side, her head would be at his chest. He had just the right amount of stubble, long enough to shape and frame his face but not too long that it appeared messy. Most of all, she loved his blue eyes. This was a moment she had been waiting for and she was going to savour every second.

"Tell me how you're feeling, Alison."

Alison pulled on her bonds again and took stock of her situation. There was no doubt about it. She had no control.

"Helpless and nervous." She moaned.

"I want you to take deep breaths." John purred. He placed his hand on the center of her chest. If it was just a little to the left or right he'd be groping her. She wanted that so bad. His touch on her sensitive nipples. Her mouth made an o-shape as she wriggled for him. She obeyed and slowed her breathing.

"I want more." She whispered.

"You know your safeword," John said. He stroked his hand downwards and over her belly. His skin was rubbing against her so nicely that it made her nerves tingle. "You can make me stop any time and I won't do anything that would harm you. If you want me to stop, say the safeword without hesitation. Is that understood?"

Alison purred at the electric, tingling sensations as his hand stroked her naked body. Heat flushed through her again and her hips bucked with desire.

"Please...I want it." She gasped.

She couldn't see it, but John grinned at her decision. His hand stroked up her chest. He cupped her breast and popped her nipple into his mouth. His warm, wet tongue flicked against her pink, sensitive nub torturously. He gently clamped down with his teeth. He bit just hard enough that she could feel the pressure of his teeth against her skin. Alison's voice caught in her throat as she rode the train of sensation. John's other hand worked its way downwards, toward her hip. She arched her back as much as her bonds would allow, trying to give him a better angle as her body begged for attention.

"Stroke my pussy, please!" She whimpered. John chuckled and ran his fingers around the crook of her hip. His hand wandered but stayed clear of her pussy. He stroked just around it, just close enough that she was within touching distance, but then he would stroke in the other direction.

After a long period of torturous teasing, John granted Alison mercy. He stroked his hand up and down her pussy while flicking his tongue intensely over her nipple. Alison squirmed in delight and moaned for more as her pussy moistened. He upped his speed and soon she was dry-humping his hand as if her sanity depended on it. He savored the way her whimpers rose and fell in pitch as he pleasured her.

As soon as John felt Alison was getting used to the motion, he drew his hand away and instead bit down on her nipple.

Alison moaned in confusion and then cried out louder as he bit down on her. He was gentle enough not to hurt her too badly, but also enough that she could feel the pinch. She rocked hard against her bondage in a mix of frustration and pain, growling as she pulled against her cuffs.

"You motherfucker!" She gasped.

John chuckled in response. "You didn't think this would be easy, did you?" He lifted his mouth off of her breast. "I'm going to tease you until you're a complete mess." He watched Alison purse her lips in annoyance as he spoke, and looked down to see her trying to sway her hips seductively.

John's biting hurt like a bitch, but she had to admit, the heat it brought her was intoxicating. She just wanted more. She needed it to get rougher. She needed more stimulation. Alison was enjoying this.

She felt something firm and rubber against her lips. She huffed in protest, her mind racing as to what had been thrust at her mouth.

"Open your mouth, or I'm getting the nipple clamps," John growled.

Alison squeaked and struggled harder. Nipple clamps? Just how kinky was he? And would he follow through with his threat? Would she even mind if he did? She was unsure, but she knew one thing: he could make her nipples sting like a bitch! Besides, it wasn't like John was giving her a real choice.

Alison opened her mouth. A firm, rubber ball was pushed between her lips. She knew within a couple of seconds that she had been ball-gagged, as John firmly clasped it into place around the back of her head. Her lips stretched around the rubber, which tasted sterile as she flicked her tongue against it.

Once she was gagged, Alison felt the hard smack of leather against her chest. She cried out in protest and squirmed, as he smacked her again with a riding crop. Pain flooded through her chest and left her feeling open and vulnerable, especially as she realized that he could whip her as much as he wanted. She had no way of escaping whatever John would have to give whether it was pleasure or pain. John smacked the crop against all her most sensitive spots. He whipped her chest, her nipples, her inner thighs and even right on her pussy with slow, deliberate contact.

"Quietened down now?" She heard John's voice taunting her.

"Mm-hmm." Alison's gag stopped her from saying anything else.

"You're starting to realize just how helpless you are." John teased. As she felt a weight on her chest, Alison balled her hands into fists, imagining it would be the whip smacking down again on her sensitive skin. But instead, it was John's soothing, stroking hand. She purred as he rubbed her down, the heat of the whip faded into a smooth tingle. Warmth radiated through her body again and she tried to press upward into his hand.

"You're a tied up, exposed toy for me to use," John said quietly. "I can do whatever I like to you, and all you can do is beg. Your body is so stretched out and helpless...and I love it."

Suddenly, John reached his hand downwards. He parted her pussy lips and placed his middle finger right on her clit. Electricity zapped through Alison's hips as pleasure rocked her body. Her eyes rolled backward and ecstasy took over as he played with her clit so expertly.

John rubbed his finger in a tight circle, slowly building at first, but soon he was relentlessly rubbing her moist, needy clit. A pleasurable pressure built up as Alison clenched her muscles. Her cuffed hands gripped the bedsheets. If John kept going, she would cum.

Her whimpers and moans grew louder as Alison's climax built up between her thighs. The tension kept growing. A line of drool was dribbling from her chin and down her neck as the relentless pleasure continued. She could barely hold in her desperation.

"Mmmfuh!" Alison cried out, her voice high pitched and desperate. She was about to cum. She was only a few seconds away from orgasm.

John withdrew his hand. Alison cried out louder in frustrated protest, thrashing against her bindings in frustrated disbelief. Did he really just do that?

"We're just getting started."

Alison couldn't see anything but blackness, but she could hear his footsteps as he moved around the room. The mystery made her whole body feel tense. What torment would his sadistic mind think up next? All she could think about was just how damn good she felt. Underneath her, the bed sheets were soaked with a mix of sweat and juices. She arched her body again and tried to squirm her hips. Maybe if she could position herself just right, he'd give her what she needed.

Then she felt sharpness on her right nipple. She squealed in protest, trying to angle her body away from the pain. But then her pussy throbbed again. She was in heaven and hell at the same time! Alison didn't know what to do but moan into her drool-soaked gag as he clamped her other nub.

"I told you I'd bring the clamps out if you moaned too loudly."

Sharp, cold, metal teeth now pinched her nipples. She groaned and tugged on her cuffs in a show of frustration. But the pain turned to warmth as her nipples got used to the sharp bite. Her helpless torment only made her feel hornier. A steel chain connected the clamps, as he flicked it playfully, causing a painful tug on her nipples.

"Vibrator? Or tongue?" He asked.

If she wasn't blindfolded, John would have seen Alison's eyes widen in delight and overload. Her senses were already turned up to 11 and she was overwhelmed with desire and submission. Alison tried to shout her preference out in desperation, but all John could hear was a muffled, garbled mess thanks to her ball-gag.

"Tnppph! Tnpph! Plmpth!" If Alison wasn't wearing the gag, John would have easily heard her begging for his tongue.

Alison didn't know if John knew what she was begging for, so she fidgeted nervously, rotating her wrists in their cuffs. She tried to listen for a clue of what he was about to do. She could hear him pacing around the bed, with soft footsteps on the carpet. Was he going to whip her? Was he going to hurt her nipples? Or was he going to lick her? She had no way of knowing. Alison realized at that moment that she fucking loved being submissive. It was like a game where the dom was constantly adjusting the difficulty to keep the excitement going. She was breathless, sucking in air desperately through her nose and around her ball gag. She needed more.

She felt the weight of the bed change as John clambered onto it, between her spread legs. If she wasn't wearing her ball gag, she would have mischievously taunted him as he climbed into position. It was probably for the best, as her mouth tended to get her into trouble.

Alison gasped and tried to arch her back, searching for John's touch. Then, she felt the warmth of his breath, just above her soaking pussy lips. She whimpered louder as the feeling registered, and waited in ecstasy for him to finally pleasure her.

Mercifully, she felt the heat of his wet tongue touch her sensitive pussy. Alison moaned and pulled tight against her bondage. Her nethers throbbed and she ached desperately for more. The tip of John's tongue burrowed between her pussy lips and found her clit. Alison squealed into her gag as the over-stimulation shocked her. She purred under her ball gag in sexual pleasure as his tongue teased its way around her desperately sensitive clit. John slowly lapped at her throbbing, wet lips.

Alison tilted her head backward and stiffened her legs as she was pleasured. She thought her binds would snap with how desperately she was pulling against her cuffs, but they held her frustratingly firm. She wanted to wrap her legs around John's head and pull him in deeper, force his face right into her cunt and grind until she came.

His tongue built up speed as it hungrily lapped at her hot, wet, sensitive flesh. He licked faster by the second and pressed his face deeper. Her ass bounced up and down as best it could, grinding as much as possible against him. The stubble on his chin tickled between her legs as he moaned into her pussy. John desperately gasped for breath every few seconds as he relentlessly pleasured her with his tongue.

Alison could feel her orgasm building up. It soon built to an urgent, throbbing heat. It was coming so quickly as he expertly rolled, stroked and lapped his tongue at her pussy. John's hands firmly and possessively gripped her thighs. Alison's moans became louder and more high pitched.

Suddenly, his left hand reached upward and pulled hard at the chain between her clamped nipples. Her erect buds were flushed with pain. Alison screamed into her ball gag at the sudden assault on her senses. Then the pain molded with the pleasure in her nethers. Her body thrashed against her bondage, not with pain but with magnified ecstasy.

With the hot, wet tongue mercilessly and relentlessly slurping away at her pussy, and the hard, sharp feeling of her nipple clamps pulling and biting at her sensitive, hard and erect buds, Alison climaxed.

She cried out against her ball gag in raw, sexual delight as her body shuddered and rocked hard against her bonds. John milked her body for all it was worth in that moment, never quite stopping. His tongue just relentlessly continued to stroke Alison's sensitive lips with maddening persistence. Under her blindfold, Alison was seeing stars. Her skin felt tingly and electric all over after her orgasm, and she was left completely exhausted. Her body relaxed in relief. Her chest rose and fell with deep breaths as she tried to process the feelings flooding through her body.

John gently and slowly came to a stop once he recognized that Alison's orgasm was finished and felt the tension leaving her body. He stood and moved to the top of the bed, and un-cuffed her wrists, one after the other. She was so tired out from the orgasm that she barely moved. Instead, she just shifted to a position of comfort, leaving her arms splayed out over his bed. John reached around her neck and unstrapped her ballgag, dropping it on the floor beside the bed.

He then moved down to her ankles and uncuffed them like he had done her wrists. Alison contentedly squirmed in place, using her newfound freedom to wriggle in place and luxuriate in her post-orgasm glow.

"Tell me how you're feeling," John asked simply, while he was wiping at his face with his wrist. He sat on the edge of the bed by her ankles and affectionately stroked up her leg. "Any stiffness?"

Alison shook her head.

"I don't even know," She purred. "But I really liked it."

John smiled as he was reassured of her pleasure. He crawled up the bed toward her. He placed his hand against her hips and gently stroked up her side. "I need to take your clamps off. It's going to sting, though. Is that okay?"

Alison bit her lip, steeling herself. She was always a 'rip the band-aid off' type of person. So she nodded to him.

"Go for it."

He pinched at the nipple clamps and opened them, lifting them off of her over-stimulated, tormented peaks. He quickly dropped the clamps and their attached chain and stroked the palm of his hand against her nipples. Alison hissed and as the sting set in. It was intense and painful. But the pain soon faded with John's soothing strokes.

"How was it?" John asked. The story was already told by the look on Alison's face, and the wetness of the bedsheets underneath them. She chuckled in response. How would one sum up such an intense experience?

"Just...amazing." Alison purred, throwing her arms around his shoulders and pulling him into a warm, affectionate and loving hug.