Soul Flagellation (part 2)

She'd tied me over the table. She'd taped me up with bondage tape (and how I loathed that tape!). She'd spanked me and flogged me, then sucked on my cock. She'd sat on my face, grinding her cunt and asshole on my mouth. She'd made me paint her toes, bent over with a buttplug in my ass. She'd walked me like a dog around her apartment. She'd made me wear her underwear.

Through it all my mind fought to rein in my emotions, rage and humiliation waging war inside me. I was tired, mentally and physically, and I wasn't sure how much longer I could do this without completely losing myself. The fact that this idea became more and more attractive the longer this went on unnerved me intensely.

Through it all my cock had remained rock hard, except for the five minutes I'd spent licking my cum from her thigh. No matter how much this felt like hell, it also felt like heaven. Maybe it felt so good because it felt so bad. Maybe on some level I simply appreciated the freedom to be a slave, just for a little while, even as my analytical mind fought the idea.

Finally, she'd tied me to the bed, carefully selecting from the neckties she'd told me to bring. Ankles first, legs spread, her ass bouncing and shaking and brushing my cock as she bent over my legs. Then my wrists, arms spread, this time teasing my face with her wonderfully overabundant tits. I snapped at them, trying to pull a nipple into my mouth, and she simply smiled and finished tying my wrists before nearly smothering me with those beautiful breasts, forcing me to beg her for air before releasing me.

She shifted her facing, straddling my chest and bending over, her ass taking up my full field of vision. I stared deep inside her, fascinated by the flexing of her asshole and cunt as she began to lick, suck on, and play with my dick and balls. It was the sweetest torture thus far, and yet still I strained at my bindings. I'd fought all night, and even in a state of near mental and physical collapse, I was determined to fight on. She hadn't secured my collar to anything, and so I bent my neck and leaned forward, sliding my tongue in between her lips. She gasped around my cock, warm breath and spit escaping her lips and caressing the length of my shaft. She pulled her ass away from me, not far, just far enough to force me to work for another taste. My right wrist burned and my shoulder ached as I pushed my head forward, biting at the tender skin where her thighs met those twin sweet holes. Again, she pulled away, but kept my cock in her mouth. I grinned as I realized we were both restrained: me by my own ties and her by the cock in her mouth. She didn't want to let it go.

I parted her cunt with my tongue and stretched to lick inside her, and she moaned. I buried my nose in her asshole as I tasted the depths of her cunt, noisily slurping and sucking. My face was soon covered in our mingled fluids, and she no longer pulled away from me.

I cranked up my assault, slathering her asshole with my spit, sliding my tongue around it teasingly before stabbing quickly at the center. I tongued her tight puckered rosebud, pushing inside slowly and inexorably. She bobbed her head faster, slobbering down my dick, working her hand around the base. It was a clearly a competition now; who would force the other to cum first?

The pain in my shoulder had grown to a throbbing roar and so at last I was forced to relax, falling back on the bed. She took this as a sign of weakness and went for the coup de grace, opening her throat and deepthroating me, her nose planted firmly in my balls, little gagging sounds escaping from her throat.

Pre-cum leaked from the head of my cock so fast it was almost a stream. I wanted to cum so badly but I was so tired I didn't know if I could. I stretched and bent my right arm, assuaging the stiffness in my shoulder, as I flexed my hips and tried to push my cock even further down her throat. She dug her fingernails into my thighs and I relented. I tried to find a more comfortable position for my neck, as I'd drifted upward during my struggles and now I felt uncomfortably hunched. As I shifted I felt the tie on my right wrist give, just a little. Not enough to break free yet, but enough to work with. I carefully pulled against the tie then relaxed, repeating the pattern as I willed the knot to loosen.

She felt me squirming and shifted her weight, sliding towards me, pushing her ass into my face. She switched from swallowing my shaft to licking the head like an ice cream cone. She licked her finger and teasingly circled my asshole. My arms were trapped under her legs and so I tried to relax and bide my time as she ground her cunt across my face.

Her cocksucking skills were incredible, keeping me on edge for what seemed like forever. She slid my dick back in her mouth and sucked, hard, her cheeks hollow, and I knew I was going to cum soon. She started humming around my dick as she began bobbing her head again, her asshole flexing hypnotically every time she went down. I hovered on the edge of orgasm, liminally stretched between life and death.

And then she slid two fingers deep into my asshole.

It was too much. I unloaded in her mouth, bucking and riding her hand. She locked her lips around my shaft and spun her tongue over the head as I came, fingerbanging my ass furiously. With a roar I surged forward and my right arm slipped free. She lost her balance as I sat up, my cum dribbling from her mouth, and I grabbed a handful of hair, yanking her head back painfully. I fought for control, of her and of myself, biting her shoulder and neck as she screamed. I tightened my grip and moved to her ear, cruelly nipping at it before whispering in her ear.

"My turn, bitch. Now untie my other wrist. And before you even think about playfully trying to fight back, let me assure you that this is not the time for that. You need to understand that I'm on the edge here. You need to do what I say quickly, cuz any other response is going to seriously test my self-control..."

I licked her ear in between each pause, exhaling across her neck and into her ear, and she shuddered and nodded as the first hints of tears escaped from her eyes.

(to be continued)