Cute Girls

Three Falls, One Bitch Ch. 02

Three falls, we’d said. I “thought “taking her down had been a little too easy; now the ache in my back made me see why.

Dazed, I lay there, considering the implications. Lena had really gotten off on subbing, being taken hard. Did that mean she’d just want me to take her again? Harder? I could never be so lucky. Whips? Chains? Well, it’d only be fair if I took a spank or two in return, but what to “expect”…

Lena crouched over me. She was grinning hugely, writing something on a piece of paper. She finished, folded it in half, and put it on my forehead. I sat up and looked over my shoulder, watching her little ass sway across the mats.

One of the other students whistled. “That looked like it hurt. What’s the paper? She give you her number?”

I unfolded the paper, read it. “Her address, actually.”

He was giving me a look.

“We’re…uh…doing some training together. For this…meet…thing.”

“What kind of training?”

I glanced back at Lena. She was at the doors. Noticing me, she grinned and smacked her ass, then vanished out of sight.

“Rough stuff,” I said vaguely.

…

Like the girl, Lena’s house was small and pretty, a little one-bedroom just a few blocks away from the dojo. She met me at the door, apparently fresh from a shower and wearing a cheongsam. I couldn’t help but stare at her, worried as I was. Her figure was petite; no question about it, but the Chinese dress hugged it perfectly, clinging to and emphasizing her firm little breasts.

“Hi.”

Chinese dress? That didn’t seem ominous. I saw a hint of black at the top of the leg-slit as she turned around. Lacy panties? Very reassuring. Realizing I had my eyes locked on her tight ass, she smirked over her shoulder and beckoned for me to follow her in.

“C’mon in. And make yourself comfortable.”

I kicked off my shoes and tossed aside my jacket, starting to head for the couch. She shook her head. “No, no. More comfortable than that.”

I gave her a questioning look; she answered by walking to me, grabbing my chin, and pulling me down into a fierce, hard kiss. Her tongue shoved past my lips and her other hand shot down to grab and knead my ass. The height difference was usually a thrill; I love tilting a girl’s chin back, pulling her up by her ass. But now she was pulling me “down”, and it felt—

No time to think about how “that “felt, because suddenly she was grinding against me, hitching herself up and into my crotch, making the jeans I’d changed into distinctly uncomfortable. She moaned softly against my lips, caught the lower one between her teeth, dug her fingers into my skin—and as sudden as it started, it stopped.

“Take off your clothes,” she said, stepping away.

“Right here?” I felt absurdly self-conscious. We were in front of her picture window, and being ordered to strip threw me for a loop. She laughed and put her hands on her hips.

“You didn’t have a problem when you did it in the dojo, did you?” She pointed at the bulge in my jeans. “I want to see that. Take your clothes off. Now.”

My shirt went first, button-by-button, while she tapped her foot impatiently, hands on her hips. When I started on my pants, wondering why on earth I’d worn button-fly jeans, she stepped forward to me and almost ripped them down, boxers with them.

My cock sprang out and up, bone-hard, nearly smacking into my belly; she grinned approvingly and closed a hand around it, pumping so rough I sucked in a gasp. Laughing at my tension, she gave me a squeeze, then sank down to her knees, the cheongsam crinkling around her hips.

She didn’t tease me or go gently; after a few hot, fast licks over my head, in fact, she took me as far down her throat as she could. I gasped. She started sucking so hard her cheeks hollowed.

“Jesus,” I groaned, back pressed into the cold glass of the picture window. Anyone walking down the street could see this! And she added her hands on my ass to the view, kneading and pulling as she bobbed up and down. Just the sound was hot as she slurped along my cock; gagging the next time she forced her head down. She pulled off panting, licked away a string of precum she’d sucked out of me, and looked up with eyebrows raised.

“You like this?” She said, left hand slipping back to stroke my shaft against her lips. She kissed the head, nuzzled the spit-soaked length against her cheek, and kept jerking. I couldn’t do anything but moan. “Me, on my knees…servicing you?” Her hand got faster, the other one dropping to play with and tug at by balls.

“Lena,” I panted, fingers clawing for purchase on the glass, “if you…keep this up…”

She didn’t listen. “Being…” Her hand stopped at the base, and she swallowed my length again, till her nose was nestled in my close-trimmed pubic hairs. Pulling off again, lips sticky with pre-cum, she panted “…your hot little bitch?” and beat me off over her open mouth.

“Oh god”.

I watched her lick the precum off her lips shimmering lips, groaning expectantly and working her hips in time with her hand. My balls went tight, tingling shooting through my body.

“Any second now.”

Then her lips closed, curling up in another mischievous grin. And that hand on my cock stopped at the base, went vise-tight. So did the one on my balls. I was barreling towards an orgasm, and she’d hit the brakes, my cock twitching and nearly purple in her hand.

“What’s wrong?” She asked innocently, releasing my balls but damn well keeping her fist tight around my base. Ever held a finger on an artery? That’s that it felt like—a desperate pulse against unwanted pressure. “Expecting to come “already”?” I gaped down at her, dismayed; she chuckled, rising to nip my chin and tugging lightly on my cock. “Guess you forgot who lost the bet.”

She turned away, started walking. Her hand stayed right where it was, and I had no choice but to follow. I slowed, tried to touch her; she gave me a warning squeeze and kept moving. I cast a worried gaze back at my clothes, pooled by the window, and followed her down the hall. After a few feet of photographs and a “KICK ASS” poster (”Sensei got that for me when I made black belt,” she said casually) we arrived at her dimly-lit bedroom; she tugged me inside and to the Spartan twin bed. Once there, she let me go and turned—I thought it was for another kiss, but instead it was to shove me, making me tumble clumsily back and land on my ass on the mattress.

“Put this on,” she said, grabbing something off the nightstand. Even now I stared at her little hips, swaying as she walked to me. As she crouched I tried to peek down her dress, to no avail. Then I paid attention to what she was holding: a strip of rawhide, about as wide as a pencil. My eyes went a little wide. Was that—

She answered my question before I could ask by tying it around the base of my shaft. I growled faintly, which made her smirk. “Smack “went her hand against my thigh, without a lick of warning. I jumped.

“I’m not even hitting you hard yet, he-bitch,” she said mockingly. Her fingers traced delicately across my balls, closed around them, squeezed so gently I moaned. Then she let me go, stepping back, and wriggling out of her tight Chinese dress…

…to reveal a black leather two piece outfit underneath it, taking her from submissive little China girl to dominatrix bitch queen in as long as it took for her to step out of a dress. Hot as she looked, it made my heart skip a beat—what had I gotten myself into? For a second I wondered if she’d thought that, taking my smacks and slaps tied to the sawhorse, but then she was pulling a chair into place across from me and I worried about what’d happen next.

She stepped around the chair and leaned in, looking me over from top to cock to toe. Her hand came up to her chin, stroked it thoughtfully. Then she turned and vanished into the closet, rummaging around and returning with a pair of handcuffs.

“Oh, come on!”

“Hands behind your ba-aack,” she said, shaking them above my head. I grudgingly obeyed, and was rewarded by her sliding my knee between her thighs as she cuffed my wrists. Then she stepped back and plopped down in the chair, resting her foot on my knee.

I tested the cuffs, twisting a little. She smiled and ran her toes along my thigh, tracing little circles up to my hip. “You look good like that,” she purred, slipping her foot underneath my balls, lifting them slightly. She let them drop again, pushed my legs farther apart. “”Very “frustrated, but…”

“And why would I be frustrated?” I snapped, watching her toes make a lazy figure-eight on my stomach.

“Sarcasm’ll only make it worse.” She grinned, locking eyes with me and pressing the ball of her foot against my cock. I saw her eyes widen a little, and then she pushed it up, against my stomach. Started to work her toes up and down. I could feel precum leaking onto my skin; so could she, evidently, because she chuckled and rubbed her toes over my head. “…didn’t think it’d feel so “hot”…” She slipped one hand under her bra, the other beneath the waistband of her little leather panties, and I watched her wrists move in sync with her foot along my cock.

Feet, rather. The other one was there, too, both of them squeezing my length and pumping up and down. She broke off the eye contact, gaze flicking down to watch my cock throb against her toes. She licked her lips a little, arched her back, stroked harder. Her feet were pushing me back into the mattress.

I groaned. She laughed, bringing sticky fingers out of her panties and flicking them at me. Then she untied something, what I thought was a tassel, and the panties came apart like a bikini bottom. She let them drop, curling her toes against my balls, then slid a finger—two fingers—into her cunt. It looked nice and wet already, and I was just as fixated on her fingers working in and out as she was on my cock. For a while, there wasn’t any sound but our breathing and the quiet sounds of what she was doing; I broke the silence with another moan, which made her lean farther back in her chair, frigging herself harder, other hand groping furiously at her tits. Her breathing was getting heavier, head tilting back…

She made sure to keep her eyes on me, though, even as they lidded to slits in pleasure. I was squirming, now, trying to thrust my dick against those hot little feet, while she kept them rubbing infuriatingly “around “my most sensitive spots. She caught my eye, saw the frustration and laughed, breaking into another moan. Her hips started to work into her fingers, “Poor little bitch,” she panted, running her toes just below the head of my cock.

“Fuck you,” I managed, hands tightening into fists behind my back. She smeared precum over my head, down my shaft, getting me slick.

“No, you “won’t”,” she said, giving me a final smile before her head lolled back against the chair, one to “three “fingers fucking into her cunt.

Her feet tightened around the sides of my cock. Somewhere in my mind I marveled at just how extensively she’d trained her body; even her feet, slimly wrapped around my cock, were strong. I sank back on the mattress, working my hips against the movements of her feet, panting, watching as she bucked against her own fingers. Her pussy was soaked, and her moans mingling with her fingers were mesmerizing.

“You wanna cum?” It was almost a hiss, she was so focused on her pleasure. “You wanna blow your load—right—fucking—now?”

I moaned, writhing. She locked eyes with me. “Yes,” I said through gritted teeth, “yes yes yes I want to “come”—”

“All-over-me?” This came out as a staccato.

“Yesss…”

She just stared, eyes blazing, and jerked me off with her feet in sync with her fingers, watching, hearing my moans get louder, seeing my hips jolt harder and harder.

And then she stopped. And “grinned”.

“No.” She jolted, crying out sharply, back arching hard. “Fuck—!” I was treated to the gorgeous sight of her orgasm, her toes curling uselessly against my skin, fingers coated liberally in juice which she “made sure “to lick off when she was done. She sank back in her chair, staring at the ceiling, gasping for breath and grinning like a Cheshire cat.

I wondered privately if my cock was going to fall off. She snapped me out of my thoughts by climbing onto the bed beside me, swirling one sticky fingertip over the head of my dick. It came up shiny with her juice and my precum.

“You know what to do.”

I snarled through another “fuck you.” She circled my parted lips with her fingertip, then pushed it in against my tongue; I was a little surprised, finding I didn’t mind the taste. “Suck, like a good bitch,” she ordered, gently—so frustratingly gently—stroking me with her other hand. I obeyed, eyes fixated on hers. She pulled her finger out, rewarded me with a firm and tangy kiss that sent an especially hard throb through my shaft. Then she stepped back and folded her arms. “Get on your knees and shoulders for me.”

“What?”

Impatient again, she grabbed my shoulder, turned me, pushed me onto my knees, then facefirst into the bed. My ass was up and bare, and she ran her fingers over it. I glared back at her; she stepped away and out of my limited view. I could hear her rummaging through the closet again.

“So, tell me.”

I strained against the cuffs. They weren’t “painful”, not terribly; in fact, they were fur-lined and surprisingly soft on the skin. But they were tight, and they were inescapable, and my hands weren’t moving from their spot behind my back.

“What were your exact words?”

Shifting my shoulders a little, I tried to look back at her. It wasn’t easy; she kept stepping around me, something going “tap tap tap “against her thigh, and I couldn’t move my head much with my shoulders pressed into the bed.

“Whoever loses is the other person’s bitch,” I said, a little bitterly. She snickered, and something traced a line along my back, up my neck, against my cheek—a wide, black strap. Leather. Between this, the outfit, and the cuffs, little Lena had a lot of explaining to do.

“You don’t sound too thrilled this time.” She drummed her fingers on my ass, reached between my thighs to squeeze my achingly hard cock. It actually dripped on the bed, dollops of my frustration. She caught one and sucked her finger clean.

“You tricked me,” I growled.

“Calling me a cheat?” There was a sudden motion, and a burning stripe across my ass. I jolted but didn’t cry out. She chuckled, running the strap in circles at the small of my back.

“No. Just a manipulative little bi—” The next one was harder, too hard for me. “AH! Fuck!” I yelped and tried to squirm away on reflex. She raked her nails down my back and smacked again, against my thigh.

“Stay “right there”,” she snapped, “you keep that ass “up “for me, bitch!”

“WHACK”. I tried to protest but cried out again; she was spanking hard, fast, alternating between her hand and the strap.

“Don’t—” “whack whap SMACK”

“Fucking—” “SLAP whack WHACK”

“—try to get away!” She finished with a hard, open-palm slap across my thigh. I shuddered, but kept my ass up, even higher off the bed than when we started. It stung, far worse than the damned cockring, and yet my hard-on wasn’t going away. If anything it was getting even bigger. Once I stopped trying to jolt away from her hand, she gentled some, stroked soothingly over my ass.

“Better, bitch, so much better. You liked doing this to “me “so much…” My whole ass was tingling. She squeezed it, making me groan faintly, and then reached down to play with my cock. “But then you seem to like taking it, too. Do you wanna cum yet?”

“God, yes,” I growled into the mattress.

“Will you say please?” Her finger traced a line between my cheeks, circled round a place I never thought anything would be going near. But I couldn’t focus on that, just had to think about coming, I would flood the goddamn building at this rate…

“Please,” I groaned. “Make me—make me come, “please”, Lena…”

“Like a bitch?” She purred, leaning over me.

Fuck it. “Like your bitch,” I assented. She nipped my neck, chuckling, then moved away again, touch disappearing entirely. I could have whimpered, but after another moment of rummaging she came back again. I heard a bottle open, and then felt her fingers, rubbing something cool and slippery over my ass, “into “my—

“Wait a minute.” I tried to interrupt, pull away.

“No,” she said simply, and two of her slick fingers forced their way into me, worked in and out. Not hard, but not gentle, either, making my whole body clench. “Relaaaax,” she chided, kneading my ass with her free hand, groping and petting until I finally calmed down. Once I got used to the intrusion, it wasn’t that bad—and as she pushed them to the knuckle again, I felt a sudden jolt that seemed to go through my ass to my cock and up my “spine”. I moaned, and she laughed pleasantly, leaning over me and nuzzling my neck, still fingering.

“Jesus…Lena…”

“Feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah…” I was loathe to admit it, but fuck, it felt good, every thrust of her fingers sending a shudder up my body and a throb through my dick.

She bit at my throat, whispered heated in my ear. “Want more?”

I wasn’t sure what she meant, so I said sure as best I could, by now pushing back at her hand, hands clenching and unclenching against my back. To my disappointment this made her pull her fingers out (though even that felt intense). For a moment I thought I was being teased again. Then I felt more lube, and “then “I felt something that definitely was “not “her fingers.

Jesus Christ. She was wearing a strapon. I couldn’t take this—not something so big, not so sudden, I started to tense up. She ran her tongue along the edge of my ear, cooed soothing: “You want it, bitch, you want it, so just relax and fucking “take it”, I’m gonna make you mine—”

I relaxed, pushed back at her. She continued, pushing in, my groan almost but not quite drowning her out. “—gonna fuck you, boy, gonna make you come all over my fucking bed, because you’re my “bitch “tonight…”

Before I knew it the thing was hilted in me—I could feel the leather of its harness against my ass. Every little motion I made elicited a gasp, another thrill of sensation, and I squeezed my eyes shut. She pulled back, pushed in, started to fuck me. That was almost enough to bring me off, but that strap around my cock hadn’t gone away and I still teetered on the edge.

I started to move my hips, working against this petit dominatrix’s thrusts, wondering what an odd sight it must have been—the smaller girl bent over me and fucking me into the bed. And me shuddering, pushing back, taking it.

Her bitch.

“I think you’re ready,” she murmured, nipping at my ear. Before I could respond, she reached between us and flicked a switch somewhere. That strapon proved itself to be a vibrator, filling my ass with a sudden, thrumming, all-powerful buzz that made me squirm and writhe and scream into the bed.

“Holy—fuck—” I howled.

“”Nngh”,” she moaned, hilting it in me again, pressing her clit against the vibes, rocking and shivering against me and—at long last—untying that cockstrap.

I saw stars.

I could barely feel anything, first, like numbness set in somehow—then feeling rushed into me, through every bit of my body, radiating from my ass and my twitching, pulsing cock. I came harder than I’d ever come in my life, and her hand was there to catch some of it. She squealed through another orgasm against me, bringing her fingers to her lips and licking up my cum. We finally slumped, disconnecting, against the mattress, my hips still bucking. Shuddering, she uncuffed me. I felt like I could barely move.

She was the first to sit up. To my surprise, she shakily climbed off the bed, and beckoned for me to do the same.

It was very painful and, as I’m sure she had anticipated, with each cut of the crop to one of my feet, my toes reflexively tried to curl forward, adding to the strain on my aching balls.

I was just about to tell her that I couldn’t take any more, when Maggie dropped the crop and climbed up onto the table. She knelt over me, her legs on either side of my chest, facing my cock.

She slowly lowered her pussy back toward my eager mouth and allowed me to begin my task. She was already very wet. It was kind of scary to realize how much sexual pleasure she got out of torturing me. She wasn’t content to just ride my tongue, either. While I laved away around her clitoris and soft vaginal lips, she amused herself by flicking the little clothespins with her fingers, strumming on the rope connecting my balls to my toes, and pulling on my cock to cause more pain for my brutalized nipples. It seemed as though she wished to distract me, to draw this out for as long as possible, but I was determined to get her off as quickly as I could. I managed to get a grip on the base of her erect clitoris with my teeth, then held it tightly while I worked my tongue furiously over it. I knew I had her then! She started to moan and began to move her body in a timeless rhythm that could not be mistaken. She forgot all of her little torments and alternately sagged and surged in her pleasure as she came. Finally, she lay still, her breathing slowly returning to normal.

“Wow!” she exclaimed. “That was absolutely incredible! What a find you are! I didn’t think anyone or thing could ever get me off that strongly or that quickly. I’m halfway tempted to make you do it again. I’m sure the second time would take a lot longer and I could do a few more mean little things to you but, a deal’s a deal.” I’m sure that my own relief was obvious at this point.

She rolled off me and began to remove the awful little clothespins, gently, as promised, but they still seemed to hurt more, for a few moments, after each was removed. I said as much to Maggie and she said that was the circulation returning to that tiny little area that had been pinched so tightly by the jaws of the pin. It was a great relief when they were all off, and she removed the rope from my cock that was connecting it to the clips on my nipples. Once that was done, she began to gently stroke my cock. My erection had subsided a bit, in the aftermath of her orgasm, and in reaction to the pain of the clothespin removal project, but her stroking quickly restored it to full form.

“I guess it’s finally time for you to get what you’ve been looking forward to,” she said. “Let me just get a couple of things.” She climbed off the table and headed for the tote bag, again.

“Aren’t you going to untie me?” I asked, knowing what the answer would be.

“Don’t be silly, Bill. I said you’d get to fuck me, and you will, but I still have to be in control. I expect you’d want to remove those nipple clips and that rope stretching your balls and toes, as well, wouldn’t you?” My nod was acknowledged. She was back from the tote bag with new materials. “We’ve got to practice safe sex, of course,” she said, “so we need this condom.” She held up a condom where I could see it. “Of course, this condom is lubricated on the outside, but we need to lubricate the inside, as well, don’t we? This ought to do the trick.”

“This” was a jar of Mentholatum Deep Heating Lotion. She produced a pair of disposable kitchen gloves and placed them on her hands. She then poured a generous amount of the thick white lotion onto the gloves and began, to my horror, rubbing it onto my cock! It actually felt pretty good, at first. She made sure not to get it more than four inches down my shaft, and covered the sensitive head thoroughly. She then pulled out a Q-Tip and dipped it into the bottle of lotion. Before I could protest, she slid the Q-Tip into my pee hole and pushed it smoothly down inside my cock. I had never been catheterized, at that point in my life, so the sensation was very strange. Smiling at my expression, the pumped the Q-Tip up and down inside my shaft, to make sure the noxious lotion coated the entire path.

“That should do it,” she said, removing the Q-Tip and discarding the gloves. “Now, let’s just get this rubber on you, shall we?” She carefully placed the condom on my cock, rolling it all the way to its base. “We don’t want any of that nasty lotion to get inside of me, do we?”

The “nasty lotion” was beginning to do its thing. My cock was starting to burn, painfully, and my urethra felt as though it was full of acid! Maggie climbed back up on the table and straddled me, facing me this time. She took my condom-covered cock in her hand and slowly fed it into her pussy. I was in heaven and hell at the same time! She sighed deeply as my fierce erection settled deep inside her.

“The condom will keep the Mentholatum from getting on me,” she explained, “and the friction I’m going to create by riding your cock will make the lotion burn even hotter for you. Pretty clever, huh? Oh, and when you come, all that lotion down inside your cock should make you feel like you’re coming liquid fire. It’s going to hurt a lot, Bill, but you know you can’t keep yourself from coming. Here we go, my love.”

She began to ride my erection smoothly, and she was right. My cock felt as though it had been soaked in gasoline and set afire! The heat our bodies were generating was implacably turning up the heat on the Mentholatum, but I couldn’t resist the soft surges of Maggie’s lovely body. Her breasts dangled above me and I cursed the bonds that prevented me from stroking them. To urge me on, she took hold of the chain connecting my nipple clips and pulled on it as though it was a set of reins. I could tell she was coming again and could feel myself approaching the edge of my own orgasm. She was already bucking with her own orgasm, when mine hit. I came with as much force as I could ever remember and, it was just as she promised. Each orgasmic surge caused a sharp pain deep inside my urethra as my sperm fought its way up the ravaged inside of my shaft. I surged and surged with the pain and pleasure this incredible woman was giving me. I knew I was hers for as long as she wanted me and that I would endure any torments she designed, so long as I could experience this incredible cocktail of pain and passion!

When our bodies had finally calmed down, Maggie gently removed the nipple clamps and freed my balls from their tether. She undid the Velcro restraints at my wrists and ankles, allowing me the luxury of stretching my muscles for the first time in over an hour. I stood up and pulled her into my arms, both of us still naked.

“Maggie, I’ve never experienced anything that even approaches what you do to me! I’m yours, and you know it. Even though I know you’ll tease and torture me cruelly, I’d never be able to resist placing myself at your mercy. You’re like a drug for me!”

“You’re the same way to me, Bill. I can’t tell you how much it turns me on to know that you are willing to let me play with your body in these ways. I’d never do anything that actually would cause you any real harm. You know that. I just love being able to tease and torment you, forcing your body to react in ways that only I can control. It IS like a drug and I know I want more!”

“Any time, my love. Just tell me where and when.”

“Do you have any plans for tomorrow…Sunday?” she asked.

“Nope. I’ll be at your pleasure, and your mercy. Do you want me to meet you here?”

“No. I think I’d like to try working on you out on my patio, at home,” she said. “I’ve got lots of things around the house that I can use to make you wish you had never agreed to surrender to me.”

“I’m sure you will. I’m scared of what you’ll do to me, but I’m helpless to resist. What time shall I arrive?”

“Make it about 10 a.m. We can play a while, and then I’ll prove to you I’m as creative in the kitchen as in the torture chamber. I’ll fix you a meal to remember and then, who knows, we might even get around to having ourselves some very nice sex, in a real bed. How does that sound?”

“Like paradise! I am assuming your father won’t be coming home.”

“No, not until Wednesday, so the place will be ours. There’s just one little condition, though.”

“Anything for you, you know that,” I said, wondering what she had in mind.

“You have to come to me naked,” she said, huskily.

“Naked? But…”

“The only butt I want is yours, and it had better be bare when you get here, tomorrow. Bring some clothes to put on later, but I want you to drive all the way from your place to here without a stitch of clothing on. No shoes, no socks, not a stitch, understood?” I could tell from her eyes that just the thought of me driving to her, fearing constantly that someone would see my naked condition, was turning her on.

“Your wish is my command, my dear. Are there any other instructions?”

“Just drive straight up to the house at ten, tomorrow. Get out of the car and stand in front of the front door, with your back to the house. Stand there until I come for you, OK?”

I agreed and, our arrangements made, we proceeded to gather up all of her gear and return it to the tote bag. I noticed there were still more implements inside the bag, but declined to examine them. We then got dressed and walked back to our cars. We parted with a long kiss, followed by another reminder that she expected me to travel across town naked for the next day’s activities.

When I reached my place, I took a shower and carefully examined myself. To my pleasant surprise, aside from some still tender nipples, there were no residual effects of the afternoon at Maggie’s mercy. I was already turned on by the anticipation of what the next day would bring, but I resisted the strong urge to masturbate, wanting to be at my very best for my lovely Maggie’s attentions in the morning.

*Part III*

The next morning, I actually slept longer than I usually would have, so I had to actually rush about to get ready for my meeting with Maggie.

She had made a huge issue out of me driving to her house completely naked, but I simply didn’t see how I could do that. My small sports car was so low to the ground, that almost anyone who looked in would be able to tell I had no clothes on. The possible complications should someone report me to the police, or even should a police officer be the one to discover my nudity, made me certain that I couldn’t risk this venturesome dare. I determined that I would have to be honest with Maggie, but I simply couldn’t try it. Accordingly, I dressed in my customary attire for these meetings, running shorts and tennis shoes, and set out for Maggie and whatever she had planned for me.

When I turned off the main road onto the driveway to the Whistler estate, I realized I could at least arrive at the house naked. I stopped the car at the last turn before the main house and quickly stripped off my shorts and shoes, throwing them onto the seat beside me, I started the car once more and drove up to the house. Once there, I did as requested and parked my car, stepped out, and stood, naked, with my back to the front door, awaiting my lady’s pleasure.

I stood there for about ten minutes, before I heard her soft chuckle behind me.

“Well, there you are, right on time, and naked as ordered,” she said.

“Maggie, I have to confess. I just couldn’t risk driving all the way over here without any clothes on. The police or most anybody who cared to call in a report could have seen me. I couldn’t go to jail over this, so I drove here in my shorts and shoes then took them off just around the bend from your house. I’m sorry I didn’t follow your instructions, but I hope you can understand.”

“Well, to be honest,” she replied pensively, ” I really didn’t expect you to make the drive naked. I thought you’d probably do just what you did, strip down just out of sight of the house. In fact, I was over there in the woods, watching you do just that. The fact that you were honest with me will save you some punishment. You still have to be punished, of course, but it won’t be as severe as it would have been had you tried to mislead me. I was planning to spank you 300 times with this,” she held up a paint stirring stick, about twelve inches long by two inches wide, “but now I guess I’ll let you off with 200. How does that sound?”

The paint stirrer did not appear heavy enough to do me any real damage, no matter how many times she hit me, so I quickly agreed to her proposal. I’ve just got to stop giving in without thinking things through!

She took me into the house, which I had previously visited, and right on through to the covered patio off the dining room.

“Let’s not waste any time in getting you ready for your little spanking,” she said. She had a piece of heavy rope on a piece of patio furniture, retrieved it, and tied my wrists together, securely in front of me. Then, using a two-step stool, which was handy, she climbed up and threaded the rope through a sturdy hook that was affixed to a beam, near the edge of the patio. Stepping down from the tool, she tied the rope off around a supporting pillar for the roof, leaving me standing comfortably, with my arms stretched above me toward the beam, which was at least ten feet high. Not content with that, of course, she got two more lengths of the heavy rope, tied each one tightly about my ankles and spread them apart, tying off the ropes to the support pillars, also. Now, I was completely helpless! My arms were stretched above my head and my feet were spread apart so that I was just barely able to maintain contact with the patio floor with my toes.

“Now, then, we’ve just got to prepare the area in question,” Maggie said. With which she went into the house and returned with a bowl of water, and what looked like scissors, a safety razor and can of shaving cream. She placed the stool in front of me and sat down on it facing me, took up the scissors and began trimming my pubic hair!

“Maggie, please!” I begged. “You don’t need to do this, do you?”

“Of course I do, Bill,” she replied. It’s very important that the area to be punished be hairless and shiny. We wouldn’t want any nasty old pubic hair getting in the way of my little paddle, would we?”

I was confused, and confessed it. “Well you said you were going to give me a spanking. What does my pubic hair have to do with that?”

“Oh, darling, you should have asked for some clarification on that. No, I’m not going to spank your ass, I’m going to give you a spanking to your balls.” She had finished trimming with the scissors, and was now covering my genitals with a thick layer of shaving cream.

“But, how will I explain this to the guys at the gym?”

“Don’t worry. I’ll leave you a bit of hair above your cock, so you won’t be completely bald down there. If anyone asks, just tell him it’s a sex thing and your girl friend likes it. That won’t be a lie, you know. I do like it! You’ll see.”

She had finished lathering the area between my legs and was now about to begin the actual shaving. “Hold really still, now,” she giggled. “We wouldn’t want any slips, here, would we?”

We definitely didn’t! I held as still as I could while she shaved me, carefully cleaning away every speck of hair and leaving, as she had promised, a small triangle of very short pubic hair, just above my penis.

“There, now,” Maggie said. You look ready for action! I think it actually makes your cock and balls look bigger. What do you think?”

Though my view was limited in my bound position, I had to admit it didn’t look as bad as I had feared.

“Now, I did the job this time, but you are going to have the job of keeping it shaved like this. I don’t want to see you with unshaven genitals, ever again. Are we in agreement?”

“If you say so,” I said with no rancor. It was obvious she did like it, so I could certainly get used to it.

She returned the shaving gear to the house and when she returned she, too was naked. “Well, we’ve got to get you all ready for your little spanking,” she said, giving my freshly shaved cock a couple of strokes and looking pleased at its response.

“Looks like part of you is definitely ready for some action,” she was grinning. “How about the rest of you? Are you ready to begin?”

“I don’t believe the position you’ve tied me in leaves me much room for argument,” I replied.

“You look pretty good, all stretched out like that.” She was right in front of me, squeezing my balls with one hand, while she stroked my cock with the other. “It simply never fails to amaze me that you allow me to tie you up like this, even though you know I’m going to do some very cruel things to you. I guess it must have something to with the pleasure you get, along with the pain. Your orgasms must be pretty powerful, because they have an effect on you just like a drug.”

“I only know that I’ll endure anything from you just to get you to play with my body,” I heard myself saying.

“Well today is going to be a tough one for you,” she said. She took a firm grip on my balls with her left hand and stretched them out and away from my body as far as they would go. “Yes, nature has provided the perfect place for torturing a man with such a small device as a paint stirrer. It should be interesting to see if you can take 200 smacks on your balls and still manage to have an orgasm. I know you get turned on by a certain amount of pain, but this may be too much, even for you. What do you think, hmmm?” She released my balls and waited with an expectant grin for my response.

When it became obvious that I had nothing to say, she grinned again. “Well, I guess we’d better get the show on the road. The first thing we need to do is make sure this big boy doesn’t get in the way.” She was lightly stroking my cock as she said this.

She stepped behind me, to a small table, then returned to my front, holding a pair of shiny little alligator clamps, connected by a thin steel chain some twelve inches in length. She started with my left nipple, teasing and pinching it with her sharp fingernails until it stood erect. “You have such nice little nips,” she said. “They look just like pencil erasers and they’re very sensitive, aren’t they?” As she said this, she opened one of the clamps and positioned it at the center of my left nipple’s tip. When she was satisfied with its location, she released the jaws and let the sharp teeth of the clamp close on me.

Breath whistled sharply between my teeth, followed by a murmured “Owww!” It was immediately obvious that these clamps were much more severe than the ones she had used on me previously.

“These ARE fairly intense clamps,” she said, with mock seriousness. “But they have to have a very firm grip, because they’re going to be supporting a lot of weight.” This was said with a grin and a quick hefting of my cock. She went through the same routine with my right nipple, getting another moan from me when the sharp teeth bit home. With both nipples clamped, she gave the chain connecting them a couple of sharp tugs, seeming pleased with my pained reaction. “That ought to do the trick. Now let’s get your cock hooked up.”

She stepped behind me again and returned with a three-foot length of rawhide. It looked like some sort of bootlace to me. She gave my cock a few smooth strokes, which made my erection seem harder than I would have thought possible, particularly under the circumstances. With me fully erect, she doubled the leather cord at its midpoint and formed a loop at the closed end by passing the loose ends through it. The loop went over my cock, where she pulled it very tight, about two inches behind its quickly purpling crown. Then she took the loose ends and passed them behind the chain connecting my nipples. She pulled them over the chain until she seemed satisfied that my cock was stretched upright as far as possible, and that it was exerting a maximum amount of pull on my nipples, which were now being painfully stretched by the nasty little clamps. She tied the loose ends off around the chain and seemed quite satisfied with the results of her efforts. She scored the sensitive head of my cock with a sharp fingernail. It caused me to jerk in my bonds, and created a nasty pull on the nipple clamps.

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