Chapter 15

Elizabeth

I was super pissed with Charles. Twice he had made me nearly come and twice he had cut me down. What a pain. I could not bring myself to be at my angriest, though. He had gotten me to the level where my senses had become electrifying, and I guessed that the more he did it, the better it would be. And when I finally could come, it would be like a dam had burst or the floodgates had been opened. Either way, I had walked around the house and my pussy still buzzed. It was like every step I took, I wanted to come.

I smiled to myself though. I’d had my revenge by edging him twice. He would have balls that ached like anything and would soon be begging for it too!

“Elizabeth,” Charles called.

“Yes, Sir? What do you want?” I shouted, not letting on.

“You ready for your punishment?” he called as he walked to the top of the stairs.

“I thought the spanking was my punishment, Sir,” I replied.

“Now that would not be proper, would it? That was a level one punishment at the most. A level three, tut, tut, tut… You do have a lot to learn. Come on up then and meet me in my room.” He vanished down the hallway.

I wondered what he had in store. I had seen no signs of anything drastic in his room when I had snooped. I found myself a little hesitant yet intrigued at the same time. My brain said run away and my pussy said run to him. I climbed the stairs and headed toward his room. I knocked on his door and heard him inside.

“Come on in,” he called through the door. “Welcome to my nightmare. I think you’re going to like it. I think you’re going to feel you belong.”

“What are you talking about?” I asked plainly.

“Alice Cooper’s ‘Welcome to My Nightmare.’ Oh, come on, you’ve never heard of Alice Cooper?” Charles asked.

“Whatever, Sir,” I replied. “So what is my punishment, twenty push-ups or something like that?”

“Being serious, no. Nothing like that. It’s toy time.” He flipped open his silver case.

I had mixed emotions. I was pissed, yet I knew there were still toys he had not used, and I was eager to test them.

“Strip for me!” he ordered

I slowly started to strip and tried to show some enthusiasm, I had lost some of the will to participate, and I just found I was on auto-pilot and going through the motions. I finished stripping and stood there naked. I held my hands on my hips and stood looking at him rather than running my hands over my curves.

“On the bed, princess!” he ordered.

I climbed onto the bed and watched what he removed from his case first. He pulled out some sort of shackle collar, and I was unsure what would happen with it.

“This is your punishment,” Charles said as he shook the collar.

He fastened it around my neck and then shackled both my wrists behind me. Lastly, he had me get on my knees and he shackled my ankles. Instantly, I felt like I had no movement at all and shook the shackles to try to free myself. He had said full submission, and this was probably as far as you could get for something that would fit in his case. I knelt on the bed and wondered what was to follow. He reached in his case and pulled out what looked like a face mask.

“What is that, Sir? “I asked.

“This is a pussy pump,” he replied as he pushed the cup over my pussy and set it in place.

“What, Sir?” I asked.

“Wait and see.”

I watched as Charles squeezed the ball quickly and slowly released it; I felt my pussy being sucked forward. He squeezed the ball again and slowly released it. My pussy pulsed as I came.

I had more sensitive tingles, and it felt good. He reached into his case and pulled out some nipple clamps. He carefully squeezed the clamps and placed them on my nipples. Pain shot through me as he closed them, and then my nipples felt numb. I felt totally restricted and in a state of slight panic. The tingling I felt in my pussy was gradually growing as I swelled.

“Turn me to the mirror. I want to see,” I demanded. It was pink and pretty. “Wow, is that normal?”

“Relax. It will go back after an hour or so. You’ll be fine.”

I found myself kneeling on the bed and not able to do anything. I felt hopeless and was unsure of what was to follow. Charles climbed onto the bed and dropped his bathrobe. He had something around his cock.

“What is that?” I asked.

“Ah, this is something that will give me a much harder erection and stimulate your clit at the same time,” he said. “And the ring around my balls helps me come harder. It’s similar to that edging you performed on me.”

“It looks like a tiny rabbit,” I said and smiled.

“Well spotted. It is a rabbit.”

Charles flicked on the switch on the cock ring, and it started to vibrate. I watched him shudder as his cock twitched and shook. He seemed so much bigger than usual; the head of his cock was swollen from the pressure he put on himself.

He stepped closer to me on the bed and held his cock close to my mouth. “Stick your tongue out,” he demanded.

I stuck my tongue out, and Charles took his dick and rubbed the slit of his cock against my tongue. The vibrations from the rabbit cock ring filled my mouth with tingles. I looked up at Charles, and he had his eyes closed, his head tilted back as my tongue teased the hole in the head of his cock. His hand rested on my shoulder as his body quivered with excitement.

I wrapped my lips around his oversized cock and slid my mouth down his shaft. My whole mouth was filled with vibrations from the rabbit as I slid my mouth back and forth, enjoying his cock. His veins pulsed and his cock twitched as I continued to suck. Charles removed his hand from my shoulder and flicked one of the nipple clamps, and a sharp pain shot through my body as his cock filled my wanting mouth.

He grabbed the nipple ring and tugged on it slightly. I watched in the mirror as my large nipple stretched and the nerves were stimulated beyond anything I had ever felt. Charles released his grip and it dropped back to its normal position.

I looked in the mirror and saw my pussy had fully swollen. Charles released the cup and gently rubbed his finger against my hard clit. My body sagged, and I thought I was going to faint. My clit had increased in sensitivity by god knew how much. I just wanted to find release.

Charles removed his finger and stroked the rest of my pussy, my swollen center dancing at his touch. The shackles made my other senses come alive, and I wanted to explode. I watched in the mirror as Charles lay on the bed and slid his face under my body.

“Sit on my face,” he ordered.

I lowered myself and felt his tongue flick against my clit. My head bowed, and my long blond hair fell over my face. My pussy was on fire, and every stroke of his tongue made the feeling and heat intensify. I turned my head and watched as Charles slowly masturbated as he licked my pussy and sucked on my sensitive clit.

Carnal urges rose to the surface of my thoughts, and I wanted to fuck him so bad. My body shake as Charles sucked on my swollen clit. I could not hold it any longer; he had fingered me twice, and now I wanted to come. My body released itself and I slumped. The tingling in my clit flooded my body, the nipple rings sending out spasms of pain as my pussy exploded in heightened pleasure. I was slumped over Charles and gasping for breath as he slid from the bed and removed my shackles. It felt like I was floating.

“Good girl,” Charles said as he got up and packed his collar back into his case. “Now it’s your turn.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Tie me to the bed,” he replied. “I want to see what it feels like.”

I grabbed four silk ties from his closet and fastened him to the corners of the bed. He was spread-eagled and looked helpless—nothing like the Charles I had come to know. I lowered my hand and stroked my pussy. It was still swollen and highly sensitive. I looked at Charles and slowly straddled him. I rubbed my swollen pussy against his body, letting my juices wet him. I reached for his robe, which was laid out beside him.

“Lie back and relax,” I said as I placed his robe over his eyes.

He shook his head from side to side, yet the robe wouldn’t move. He relaxed and accepted he was blindfolded and waited for my touch. I grabbed his hard cock and slowly started to work him. My hands filled with the tiny vibrations from his cock ring as it buzzed in my hand. I looked at myself in the mirror and realized I still had the nipple rings on, so I quietly removed them and laid them on the bed. I grabbed Charles’s cock and guided it toward my pussy, the head shaking against my clit as I spread my swollen pussy lips and lowered myself onto his huge manhood. I watched myself in the mirror as my body rose and fell on his sexy swollen cock.

I grabbed my tits and caressed my nipples as I rocked my hips back and forth and rode Charles like a horse, his huge cock filling my pussy. The rabbit part of the cock ring rubbed my clit with every stroke. I reached for one of the nipple rings and leaned forward. I reached my empty hand toward Charles’s face and slid my thumb into his mouth, and he started to suck it. I pulled down on his jaw and slowly fastened the clamp onto his nipple. Charles tried to move away, but I was in control. It felt so fucking good.

The heat was rising in me, and I was close to reaching a second finish, my over sensitive clit being stimulated by the rabbit. Again, my pussy set on fire, I increased my rhythm. Charles sensed I was close and raised his hips. The rabbit pushed against my clit, and I could feel I was going to burst. I pushed my pussy hard onto his cock. I slumped forward and flicked the nipple clamp, and Charles squirmed in pain, his body pushing against mine as I finally came for the second time.

My body slumped over Charles, and I felt him shake his arms. The knots in the ties came undone, and his arms went around me. I was exhausted, yet Charles lifted me onto all fours and went behind me.

His cock slide into my pussy as I still shook and quivered. Charles grabbed my hips and thrust himself deep into my pussy like a man possessed by ecstasy. I could feel his cock buzzing deep inside my wet, aching slit. The rabbit continued to rub my clit as his cock rammed harder into me. His hips shot back and forth as I rested on my arms and grabbed fistfuls of bedsheets. My body ached, and I was not sure I could take it anymore.

The thought crossed my mind that I had finally been broken, but not by Charles. It had been lust that had led the way to me feeling like this. I looked in the mirror and watched Charles as he grabbed a fistful of my hair, his muscled body ramming into my pussy. Every sinew of his being was driving his cock harder into me. He tugged on my hair, and my head tilted back as I gasped for breath. My swollen pussy came alive again, and I was sure I could come a third time.

Charles rammed deeper into me as I regained my breath. My pussy again started to set on fire and send shivers deep into my stomach. Charles breathed and panted as his hard cock tensed and his body twitched. God, he was finally at the point of no return, and his rhythmic thrusting turned to more dramatic short thrusts as his body finally released his hot cum. My pussy quivered as I watched us both in the mirror. My body let go for a third time as I watched Charles and his body as he shot his cum inside me. He watched us too.

Charles slumped over me as we both looked into the mirror and gazed into each other’s eyes. I rolled over and collapsed on the bed and lay there completely sated.

Emotions flooded through my body. Did I just fall in love with someone in a short time, or is it just lust and the yearning for a good time?

I looked at Charles as he lay on his back and stared at the mirrored ceiling. I could see he too was deep in thought. Whatever it was I felt, I wanted more of it, and I wished it would not come to an end. I rolled over and threw my arm over Charles and cuddled up beside him. I leaned forward and kissed him on his neck.

“Can I stay with you? And you can hold me just for tonight because we will be all done in the morning?” I whispered into his ear.

“Do you wish for it to all be done in the morning, Elizabeth?” Charles asked as he stared at our reflections in the mirror.

I looked at the ceiling mirror and gazed into Charles’s eyes. “Absolutely,” I said through my poker face. “And call me Lizzy.”

He chuckled. “You’re such a good girl, Lizzy. I’m proud of you for sticking to the agreement. I’m impressed. You’re a tough woman.”

I nodded and shrugged like it was no big deal.

In truth, I’d come undone.