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."But remember? I didn't even tie you up back then.Amazing." He fastened me down firmly by wrist and ankle cuffs, both to the table legs near my head, so that my legs were flexed."That was even fun for a while.But this is much better." My fixed limbs pulled against their cuffs, my insides surged; I couldn't help agreeing with him.He unlocked and removed the shield, pressing my knees back toward my chest to get the bar clear.I groaned.Then I felt him gently inspecting the piercings."Good." Anders stood up straight and looked at me consideringly."I seem to have a bit more control of you now, my bad little hunhund." Gently he rubbed my belly."Time for me to have a bit of fun." Oh, lord.Belly trembling, I watched him pull something from his pocket.A blindfold.In the sudden dark, one nipple, then the other, felt the pinch of clamps just past the point of pain.Then something was threaded through the labia rings on each side, tied tightly to each thigh so that my lips were spread wide.I could feel the air on my inner flesh, and swallowed a whimper of fear at being that exposed."Not a vegetable night, I think," he murmured."I'll just see where the mood takes me." A finger ran down the line of my wet inner flesh, and I twitched involuntarily, feeling the pull of the labia rings as I did so.A soft flutter on one inner thigh, and then a sting.A flogger; I knew it well.Six blows there, six more on the other side, making thigh muscles flinch, making labia rings pull and pull again.Six more on that soft and delicate skin, closer and closer to my crotch, back and forth.I was panting now, my arms pulling at their cuffs.The corset caught and prevented every deep breath; ribs rebounded back to their small compass.The flogger stopped, and I felt something go round my thighs just above each knee.At the next blow I knew they were connected to the nipple clamps.I had learned to keep still, and for the next few blows I did just that.But he wasn't going to let me get away with that.My ankles were released and then linked 204As She’s Told – Anneke Jacobtogether."Spread your legs, girl." Gingerly I relaxed my thighs, until I felt the nipple clamps' painful pull."More." I moaned, and let them fall another inch or two.I could feel my nipples stretch; they were aching fiercely."Hold that.""Yes, master."The flogger fell again, harder now.The inside of my thighs were throbbing with pain and heat, and were trembling with the effort of holding the position.Each blow seemed to force them down; I couldn't pull them up without disobeying.Tears began dampening the blindfold.I could feel the arousal spreading, blow after blow painting my skin with it.Then the whipping stopped, and I felt the tails brushing my exposed cunt flesh.Threatening up and down, back and forth."No.Please, master," I whimpered, very scared now."Please…."The leather brushed my clit, dragged along soaked flesh.Inner thighs sent flaming licks; my back tried to arch toward the frightening sensation.A little flick sent me retreating again.Then a warm tongue against the same taut nerves.A moment later, another, more painful flick.I writhed and took the consequences in burning nipples, pulled labia.Tongue again.Whip again.Tongue again.I was beside myself.The yanks and pulls, yes, they were incendiary now, oh yes, friction sparking….Past and future nonexistent, hard-learned lessons forgotten, only the moment, this moment.Now.Now, his tongue, staying in place, sweet; so, so sweet; there were hands hard on my thighs, thumbs chafing sore flesh.My breath caught, my back arched and I began to howl.And then he stopped.Through all my tears and cries and begging his hands were there, gently stroking my thighs – the outer, unmarked regions.When at last I quieted down, I heard the laughter in his voice."Just relax, sweetheart." He removed the nipple clamps, and loosened the labia rings."I'll be back later, and we'll do it again."***And we did, or rather he did.Again and again.Day in and day out.Something that had been for him a serious hobby now seemed to be transformed into a skilled and dedicated vocation.Right to the edge, a hairsbreadth from the precipice.Tying me into 205As She’s Told – Anneke Jacobfanciful positions, using elaborate hardware, or very little but his own body and canny, sadistic will.Like the times he chained me to the bed and made love to me, carefully, carefully, his timing and technique improving daily, until the margin between his orgasm and mine became that of a scalpel's edge, finely honed.He didn't trust me an inch, not a millimetre.The decision was never left to me.If straps didn't tie me down, his body did.And if I wasn't absolutely helpless he watched me like a hawk.He'd wait a little, till I was no longer hovering, and then he'd hang me out over the edge again.Each subsequent session brought me quicker to the verge.I'd shake, and strain, and whine if he let me, and beg if I wasn't gagged.I couldn't know; he might relent, and anyway the words just seemed to tumble out of me, like a cascade of stuffed toys bouncing ludicrously down a rocky hill, amusing and futile.When it was time to take him into my mouth, whimpers and moans bubbled up around his cock.My lips and tongue felt soft and engorged; my throat opened eagerly, as if I could take him all the way down, all the way down, and at last be satisfied."Please?" I whispered on one occasion, as he slumped back on the couch, his thigh muscles relaxed beneath my cheek, his maddening body radiating fulfilment."Please, master, please?" One lazy hand toyed with a lock of my hair.I kissed his wrist and thigh with trembling lips, my hands writhing behind my back."Please?" I murmured, a little louder."No."My neglected cunt throbbed harder, like a swollen heartbeat."Please, why…why not?" I wailed suddenly, then stopped my mouth against his thigh, frightened.But he laughed, deep in his chest, and didn't smack me for my impudence."We've been over that, little girl.Because I enjoy you more this way.Deprivation improves you – taste, texture, smell.A much juicier product."A sound spilled from me."Enhanced audio, also."I bit my lip and silenced myself.The sulkiest attempt at revenge.The lazy smile on his lips just got wider.And then he was running a finger around the rim of my ear and singing blues again.Damn it! The infuriating man sang blues when he was happy.And what made him happiest was 206As She’s Told – Anneke Jacobturning my body to an agonized, needy jelly, and my life into something harder than the hardest luck song.And the song was, of course, 'Beggin' Woman.' One of his favourites.He leaned down and kissed my eyes and the bridge of my nose, still smiling.A typical evening would wind down with me crouched at his feet on knees and chest, hands fastened behind me, my whole urgent body throbbing, supporting the weight of his long legs, those comfortable limbs pressing heavy and relaxed against my ass.Somehow without moving, my body was straining forward, trying to find the spot or place in my world that would bring me to climax, seeking contact, my eager flesh encountering nothing but teasing air currents.When he'd finished his chapter or watched the news, when he'd judged that I'd cooled down enough to be touched, he'd fit the shield back over my simmering cunt, lock me up again, kiss away the fresh flow of tears, and put me to bed.207As She’s Told – Anneke JacobChapter FifteenOut of boundsThe streetcar swayed around me, chunking over switch points, making its electric hum as it braked and stopped and started again.My eyelids drooped
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