Affectionate Torment

(Standard disclaimer: I make no pretence to being a writer of erotica. My sketches are a way of clearing my mind and talking with her. Already a bit congested I resisted the urge to add vampire gloves and a Wartenberg pinwheel.)

The day the bed arrived I lay on it and imagined her straddling me. She was on the other side of an ocean so my dreams were all I had.

We were on the bed now, our tongues massaging the others. I wanted to reach out and rub my hand across her back. But I was spread-eagle and my limbs were locked unable to move more than inches.

She moved away. Casually she loosened then reattached a nipple clamp. I winced, whimpered, tried to a stretch up only to rediscover my confinement.

Had she growled or was it delirium?

It seemed as if we’d only been there for half an hour, maybe it had been two.

When yanked she my chest hair it was a surprising new pain. Having my head hair pulled was familiar but each time she began by gently rifling my hair with her fingers. Similarly she had pushed her tongue in my ear only to slap my cheeks until they were warm.

Pinched, and then fondled me.

But I’m ahead of myself.

When a pretty girl asks you if you’d like to go lie on the bed would you say no?

That the bondage straps were in place surprised me. Usually positioning them was my task. When she locked me in place she’d smiled and kissed me.

The moment the locks clicked I became more aroused.

She brought in an ice pack, thrusting it in-between my penis and testicles. When they shrank she put a tight metal cage on my cock. And a steel ring about my balls. The testicle collar didn’t hurt: softly she laughed saying she like the funny things my eyes did when she bound them.

Reaching to the nightstand she presented me with an oblong white pill and a small glass of wine. Once I swallowed the pill she left me to myself. From another room I heard the annoying sounds of a woman addicted to computer games. Knowing how much she enjoys them I wondered how long she’d leave me alone.

Bondage and the pill took effect. My penis fought against its confinement. I lay there seemingly forgotten.

Finally she returned and lit a joint. Alternately she helped me toke and flicked the ashes on my tongue. As the cannabis seeped into my brain my body responded yet more helplessly to hers. My mind sank so deeply into enslavement that I probably couldn’t have spoken a word.

Then she began to play with me. Alternately caressing and cruel. She never spoke a harsh word; the bristles of the brush she dragged across my skin were harsh enough.

Her most tender gesture would make my penis want to expand. But it couldn’t win against the steel prison. Her tongue flicked across my glans followed by her teeth.

Bound helplessly my mind blurred not sure if it saw my sweet girlfriend or a predator enjoying its prey.

Happy with her game, she giggled as her fingernails dug in to be followed by tender strokes. .