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She’s something else, I think, watching and hearing how enthusiastically Jane responds to the nipple clamps, to my soft and gentle tugging on the chain between them. Most girls usually whine and cry a lot more. Tell me how uncomfortable it is for them. But not Jane. I tug on the chain more and enjoy each of her responses. I gobble them up like truffles, savoring each creamy little moan.
No matter the pattern or rhythm I use on her engorged nipples, she gives me back excitement. Surprise. Pleasure. So, I reward her with the present. With the use of another one of my toys I let her see before I blindfolded her. My tickle slapper — something I will use on her like a riding crop or whip — except it’s fuzzy and soft at the top and has little strings and fur for the “whips” not leather.
I begin using it on her without warning, which is the fun of blindfolds. They allow me to surprise her, since she’s hanging on my every action, anyway. The moment I put the tickle slapper on her thighs, she giggles. When I put it on her pussy, and rub her clit and lips with it, she squeals with delight. Her breathing quickens in no time at all, and I can see on her face she’s processing the feel of the instrument. The way it touches down on her. The way it feels when it drags across the inside of her thighs, and then down the length of her.
I say nothing as I use this on her. I just let her breathe into each change I make. Each motion, which I notice is quickly pushing her to the edge. Her clit is fat and pink now, twitching every time I brush the tickle slapper anywhere near it.
At that point, I alternate between slapping her inner thighs and tickling her pussy. I do it in a way that makes it difficult for her to predict, though I know she’s trying to. Even so, I continually change up how long I’m in one place. I also change up what I do to each area. Sometimes I tickle the thighs and slap the pussy. This has quick and dramatic effects.
Soon she’s moaning and groaning up a storm. She’s wriggling impatiently around in the restraints, but I won’t release her. And I don’t let up. I just let her breathing intensify; her mouth hanging open like she expects me to feed her.
I chuckle, but not loud enough for her to hear over her own noise.
Oh my God, I think, watching her toes curl, and her feet press against the stirrups, she’s so hot. I force myself to take a deep breath. If I don’t, I might blow my load. And I’m not the one being dominated. God, if I weren’t the one in charge right now, I’d be on my knees in front of her. Indeed, I’m feeling weak in the knees just looking at the slick shine on her pussy. The pool of juices forming next to her in the swing. The way her slit and hole look drunk with pleasure already, and I haven’t even penetrated her yet.
This thought makes my cock throb violently. Strain against its own weight, and I feel the pucker of cold air from where Jane’s mouth once was. That thought has another few small drops of pre-cum pushing out of my head. Settle down, I order myself. My dick bobs softly in response, but it doesn’t really settle down. Get control of yourself, man. Don’t explode all over her like an amateur. You’re in charge, and you need to stay in charge. On the other end of my thoughts, I harass her with the tickle slapper. I elicit more and more moans. Except now they’re turning into little yips. Small screams of delight.
I pull away, conscious that I might be pushing her too close to orgasm or losing too much of my control. And then I hear, “I’ve never done anything like this before.”
I stop everything I’m doing, immediately intrigued. “What do you mean by that, baby girl?” I pause, stepping closer to her head. Partly for a bit of sexy intimidation, and partly so I can hear every word that follows. “What do you mean you ‘haven’t done anything like this before’?”
Jane stiffens and becomes agitated in the swing, and my curiosity deepens.
“Oh, um, well, Sir, I meant that I, um” — sexy, leathery strain is put on the foot and handholds — “that I haven’t done anything like this before. Being up in the swing and everything,” she says. She hesitates too much when speaking. I know she’s not being completely honest with me. One way or another, she’s going to tell me the truth. I bring the tickle slapper back down onto her thighs.
“You aren’t lying to me,” — Jane stiffens further under this, and I see a bright red blush to her cheeks below the blindfold — “you aren’t be telling a big old fib to me, now are you?”
I pause my stroking motions and slap her thighs viciouslyon the sensitive curve of her ass. She yelps as I say, “Because if you are, I’m going to give you a lot more trouble, pet. A lot more punishment.” I still, taking a moment to pull on the chain of the nipple clamps. I pull a little harder than I have before. Enough to remind her I’m in charge, not enough to hurt…much. “Which I might have to do anyway if you don’t tell me the truth the next time I ask you what you mean by that.”
Jane squeals, and when I give her breasts some attention with the tickle slapper, she cries out.
I bring my instrument back down to her pussy and press it into her clit. A clit I can tell wants to be released of all the pressure I’ve built. But I’m not going to give her what she wants until I get what I want—answers.
“Now tell me, pet, what did you mean when you said you hadn’t done anything like this before.” I flick her fat, greedy clit with the pliable edge of the slapper. The bunches of soft strings, and wefts of fur. “Be honest with me, now,” I remind her.
Jane hesitates, blushing furiously.
I don’t give her another chance. I drop the tickle slapper and use my hands and fingers. Without warning, I slide two fingers inside her pussy and press my thumb down on her clit.
Without warning or waiting, I move those fingers in and out of her — wiggling them fiercely — at and around her opening. I roll my thumb around her fleshy clit, enjoying the tremors I get in response. “What did you mean by that?” I ask, my voice low. “Tell me the truth, or I’m going to get tough on you.” To accentuate my point, I put a third finger inside her pulsing pussy. Her walls clamp down on me. “This is going to get worse for you, much more frustrating if you don’t start talking.”
Jane squeals with the added girth of a third finger and gasps, “I meant that I have never done anything so kinky before, Sir.” I chuckle at the adorable whine in her voice. But it’s still not the entire truth. I can tell that by the way her lips shake too much when she speaks. “Honest,” she adds as if she can tell she just gave herself away.
“Nope,” I say, getting up to retrieve another tool. Set of tools, actually. A vibrator, and a small plug to tease her asshole with. “I gave you a chance to be honest, but I don’t think you’re being honest with me.” I return to her helpless form in the swing and switch on the vibrator. I let her hear the hum — the angry, hungry buzz of it — as I amp up the speed with the push of a button. “So, I’m going to have to punish you until you are.” I bury the vibrator in her pussy and tease the sensitive bundle of nerves around her asshole with the very tip of the plug. I roll it around the rim, watching as that “mouth” opens and closes.
Jane immediately responds, shrieking in surprise and pleasure. Maybe also in fear, but she should be feeling that after lying. I keep working her pussy with the vibrator, but also move it around her folds teasing them, stretching them. I don’t stop, even when Jane’s entire body trembles, shakes, and twists in the binds.
She’s whimpering, and I let her. On one particularly loud and miserable one, I ease some of the butt plug in her actual ass. Jane lets out a shuddering moan. “Are you ready to be honest with me yet, or do we need to do this for a longer time?” I press the butt plug in, but not by much. To go deeper, I need more lube to do it safely and comfortably. “I can do this all night,” I remind her unapologetically.
Then it hits me. A sudden delicious realization: she’s a virgin. She must be to react that way to every little thing I’ve done. My mind races hotly with this piece of information. I shrug off my suit jacket, dress shirt and tie, alternating the hand that holds the vibrator, as I continue to punish her. I don’t need a hand for the butt plug. She’s puckered up enough to hold it in herself. Even just the little tip I have in there. She doesn’t respond to attention in those places the way a non-virgin would. She’s too excitable. Emotional. Tender. I smile, realizing where my interrogations have to go next.
I ease the vibrator out. Not enough to relieve her of all sensation, but enough to tickle the edge of her lips with it. I bring down the head of the vibrator toward her fully-direct clit. “Are you a virgin?” Her entire body shoots up at the mention of her virginity and confirms it for me. But I need her to say it. To learn that she can’t lie and not reap the consequences. Below me, her clit pulses so hard, it’s practically begging me for release. “If you want to climax,” I tell her, “you’re going to have to tell me the truth. Otherwise, I’m not going to give you any satisfaction — any release — of any kind, until you do.”
For added emphasis, I press the tip of the vibrator on her clit and let Jane tremble under it. Let her body try to get away.
After a few minutes of this, while I play with the butt plug in her ass, Jane finally confesses. “Okay, Sir. Okay,” she says, tears streaming out from under the blindfold and down her cheeks, “I’m sorry for lying. I’ll tell you the truth. Just let me come, and please don’t tell anyone else.” I lift the vibrator off of her lightly.. It’s just enough to give her a breather, not to give her an ultimate escape. Not yet.
“So, I am right in assuming you’re a virgin?” I ask, dabbing her clit with the head of the vibrator, just in case she gets the bright idea to fib again.
Luckily for me, it looks like she’s trembling too much for that. “Yes, Sir,” she admits, looking more than a little ashamed. “I’m a virgin.” As she speaks, I see her back arching. Her pussy pushing out and up.
I pull the vibe away and remove the butt plug. She’s too close to an orgasm for my liking.
Jane makes the sound of disappointed surprise and sorrow as I pull away.
I use this as my moment and hurry to one of my black bags, where I’ve stored condoms. I quickly grab one out and return to her. I rip open the packet and roll the condom down on my cock. He’s a big boy, but now he looks even bigger wrapped up in extra skin.
I say nothing to her until I’m standing right at the edge of the swing. Right up against her shivering pussy. It’s luscious. Creamy.
I press the tip of my cock to her virginal pussy, “Consider me a man of my word. I’m going to take your virginity now, but I swear that I will never tell anyone else.” I put a hand around each of her ankles, drawing her toward me. Seductively, her pussy lips begin to taste me. Cling to me, though I haven’t entered her fully yet. “It’s a secret between you and I.” I still, trying to steady my racing heartbeat and my shaking fingers. “Prepare to be made a woman. I’m going to make it so you don’t lie to me ever again.”