CHAPTER 66: The Virgin’s Summer, Part 6

Looping one end of the rope around an ankle, Michael tugs at it, to slide it between my feet. Then he stretches out the rope, coiling it around the upright on one side of the four-poster, and then the other side, before stretching it back, tensioning the rope a little, and tying the end to my other ankle.

“You see,” he says, conversationally, “I can do this now.” And he pulls at the rope. As it pulls, my ankles are firmly and irresistibly prised apart, my legs opened.

He pulls on the rope until my ankles are about a foot apart. He surveys me. “You know, I think we can do better than that.”

He unties one ankle, all the while holding a tight grip on my leg, and then reties me at the knee. He repeats this on my other leg.

Then he tightens the rope again. Now I am opened at the knee. Flat on my back, arms tied back beyond my head, I am opened and displayed, my pussy in full view, opened, melting.

And all the while, the egg is purring away inside me.

I am volcanically aroused. My steaming cunt sends heat washing over my skin; my breasts, my face.

Michael sits down beside me on the floor, looking into my face. “Yeah... that’s the look…” With one finger, he twiddles at my clit, making me jerk and buck. “You look amazing, but you know, I’m going to see how hard I can make you scream, without actually leaving stripes on you. There’s more than one way to skin a cat.”

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“Don’t go away.”

He returns with a bag. Reaching inside, he pulls out a variety of objects, showing each one to me in turn, before laying it, neatly, on the floor. Several vibes in different sizes and shapes; massagers, feathers, vibes, clamps...

Clamps?

Where the hell has he got this lot from? I’ve never seen them before…

“You’ve got to be careful with the human body you know,” he says. “The senses can be deceptive. Too much stimulation in any one area and the sensitivity dies away. You have to start gently and work upwards, to keep up the tension...”

He lets that sink in. “I’m a masseur, among other things. You know that. So, I know quite a lot about anatomy, physiology... and I love that expression you’ve got right now. You have no idea what I’m going to do to you, have you?”

Bound and quivering, I shake my head. He’s right. I have no idea. What is he going to do? Torture me with feathers? For the first time, I feel a frisson of fear of Michael and what he might do.

Jeez, but I want to fuck...

“Ah,” he raises a finger. “Nearly forgot. Back in a mo…”

He leaves the room, returning after a minute with a glass jug. “I chose this one, so you can see what’s inside.”

Water, rattling with ice...

My whole body is taut, tensioned. And trembling…

“I thought I just wanted to fuck you. To make you look at me the way I want you to. But that can come later. There’s no hurry.”

He runs his hands, palms flat down over the slick skin of my belly and breasts. Looking down between my thighs at my sex, the egg is still merrily buzzing away inside me, vibing through my core and clit. He reaches in, hooking it out. “That’s done its job. Don’t want you losing your sensitivity... Gotta have a taste though.” He sucks one of his fingers clean.

“Mmm, lovely.” He sticks his fingers back inside me again, coating himself with my juices, then pushes his hand at my mouth. “Open up. Suck yourself off me.”

Obediently, I clean his fingers with my tongue, and all the while, he watches my face.

Michael bends down, face close to my sex, and ‘Aaahhhhs’ warm breath over my exposed core. I whimper, shuddering.

Then he circles my clit with the tip of his tongue, touching me nowhere else.

I moan, eyes squeezing closed. My head would fling back, were I able, but in my restricted position, flat on the carpet, I cannot.

“Mmm… can’t quite reach you easily like that.” He fishes a pillow from the bed, and with little apparent effort, heaves me up at the hips, shoving it under me.

He’s so strong…

My pelvis lifted by the pillow, spine arched, I am even more exposed. I sigh in relief as some of the tension on my knees is eased by my new position, but Michael notices.

“Can’t be having that. Definitely don’t want you relaxing.” He tightens up the rope again, further spreading me.

“That’s better. Now, let’s have another go at this.”

Reaching into the jug, he fishes out an ice cube. Fingers dripping, he dribbles chilled water over my flushed stomach and waist.

“Aaahhhh...”

The ice cube held between finger and thumb, he circles my left nipple, sending electric tingles jolting down through my core. The nipple, smooth and soft in the heat, crinkles to a tight nub, a hard bud, projecting clear of the breast.

“That’s better.” Michael picks up a small clamp, holding it in front of my face for a moment, snapping the teeth at me in demonstration, then gently, clips it over the nipple.

It is excruciating.

I scream, and my pussy convulses, gushing. Hips juddering, I gasp and cry out.

Michael sits back, watching me for a moment until I calm down a bit, then reaches out, and very gently, squeezes the clamp.

This time I shriek, struggling and straining against the bonds holding me.

Quaking and bucking, I watch my ‘Golden Lover’ in disbelief as, again, he waits until I have quietened down and then, calmly, reaches over and squeezes again.

Again, it is agonizing, but this time not so much so. Michael is right. The body protects itself; desensitises after a while. I yell, but now so loudly.

“Yes,” he comments. “That’s wearing off, I think.” He smiles brightly at me. “Isn’t it good that you have two nipples?”

My chest heaving, sweating profusely now, knowing what is coming, I watch as Michael repeats the performance, fishing out an ice cube, circling my right nipple until it stands up hard. Even this sends fire through me...

He watches me, his face expressionless. “I’m going to enjoy finally fucking you. Might take you up the back though. Then I can slap those stripes of yours before they heal over completely, make you jump about a bit. Might as well get my value out of them.”

Holding a second clamp over my other nipple, he hesitates, watching me intently while he makes me wait, seeing what he is about to do. Then he snaps it into place.

This time there is nothing remotely gentle about it. He clamps it on hard, then squeezes, relaxes, squeezes, relaxes...