Uhh, hello. So, today’s post is erm… Well sha, it’s…..
Lemme just say it’s my own conclusion to @RealistXX’s So You Think You Can Think (3). I know I’m carrying last, but appaz, that how I roll. The first paragraph was written by @thetoolsman. I just completed the story as the instructions said.
So…..oh! And this post was also inspired by the domina herself, @chinnydiva.
*backs out slowly*
His eyes fluttered open. The bright bolt of sunlight that flooded the room stung and he quickly closed them. He tried to move his hands towards his eyes to shield them but the pain he felt was excruciating. Some seconds, perhaps minutes passed and not so distant sounds of movement brought him back to the present. He knew he had to move. He had to get up. He had to open his eyes. Using every bout of strength left in him he pushed up from where he had been lying and he opened his eyes, wincing loudly as he did so…
What’s going on? He thought to himself as the pain forced him back into a lying position. His eyes scanned the room searching for clues, but there really wasn’t much he could see. From where he lay, he had a pretty, good view of the ceiling, a fairly decent view of the door, if he strained, and the walls on either side of him. The room appeared to empty, save the table he was strapped to. He could hear water rushing steadily outside. A stream? Where am I? How did I get here?
And that was when he realized why he couldn’t move, and where the pain he felt was coming from. His hands and legs were bound tightly to the table with wrist and ankle cuffs, restricting his movement, and there was some sort of pressure on his nipples. It was excruciatingly painful and cold, but, at the same time, slightly pleasurable. He tried again to push himself up and get a better view, and he noticed the metal chains dangling above his stomach that led up to clamps on his nipples.
Doing a quick mental assessment of the situation, he came to the conclusion that this could not turn out well for him. Why was he strapped to a table in an unknown room with nipple clamps on? He began to call out frantically. Hoping, wishing desperately, someone who could help would hear. He grew weary after five minutes of no response. Tired, scared, confused, he closed his eyes in an attempt to rationalize the situation. The door creaked open.
Something was being rolled in by someone in heels. So, it’s a chick. Still unsure if this was good or bad for him, he turned to his left to get a better view of his visitor, who had come to a halt next to him. She wore a red and black lingerie piece. A half-cut, lace-trimmed bra held up her perky Ds, and he could tell the crotchless bottom half was a thong. He wished he could smack himself for getting turned on in such a situation.
“I see you’re awake.” She was smiling, as she ran a manicured finger down his torso, to his more sensitive areas and covered his lingam with soft hands. Her smile widened as he moaned. Reaching over to the table she had rolled in with one hand, she began to stroke him gently with the other. “I’m just going to get you ready for the mistress.”
“Mistress?” He managed to ask “What mistress? Where am I? What’s going on?”
She merely shushed him, and then proceeded to gag him with a ball gag. “We can’t have you making a hell of aa noise when she comes in. She really doesn’t like it.” Bending over him, she covered his lingam with her full lips and giggled as he moaned and grew harder.
Even more confused now, he lay there as this stranger sucked on him with expertise. At intervals, she would tighten one of the clamps on his nipples, forcing him to wince, but it was still pleasurable. So pleasurable in fact, that he almost cried out when she slid his erect member out of her warm mouth. And then he felt something cold clamp around the base of his lingam.
“This will keep you from ruining our fun too early.” She sang, tightening the clamp, and attaching more gear to his manhood.
The pain was excruciating. Suddenly, the weight of what she’d just said hit him, and, almost simultaneously, a group of six women, five in the same attire as the one attending to him, walked in. He assumed the one completely nude goddess leading the group was the mistress. Maybe his assumption was also helped along by the presence of a whip in her hand.
He saw her smile a wide, kind of knowing smile, and knew he was in for something. Whatever it was..