1 comments/ 12436 views/ 0 favorites Almost Too Much... Almost Ch. 01 By: Mirv You find yourself in a dark room, with your arms handcuffed behind your back. You're dressed the way I always want you to be, tight fitting corset and black lacy panties, stockings and garters, and heels. You are blindfolded, but can hear me approach you from behind. I start with a light touch around your hips, gently running my fingers over your bare skin, caressing the light down without making any real contact. You find the touch electric. I move my hands along your waist, up towards your shoulders, running over the satiny finish of your corset. When I reach your shoulders, I move your loose hair to one side, exposing your neck and you instinctively tilt your head to give me access to your neck. I move in close, our bodies touching as you feel me scrape my teeth along your sensitive skin. You let out a slight moan and a shiver runs through your body. You feel me move away, and your back suddenly feels a chill as you miss the warmth of my body pressed against yours. I kneel behind you and you feel me sliding something smooth and leathery around your ankles. You hear the sound of a leather being pulled through a metal clasp as the cuff around your ankle is locked into place. I do the same on your other ankle, and attach something to each of the cuffs. You feel your legs being pushed apart as each cuff is locked onto the ends of a straight bar of metal. You feel strangely exposed as you are unable to pull your legs together, unable to defend your pussy from what might come next, and the fear, the excitement, the anticipation leaves you aching. You feel my hands touch the cold metal around your wrists, and the pressure suddenly goes away. I remove your shackles and bring your arms together in front of you. You feel the touch of leather again as I cover both wrists in matching cuffs. You hear the sound of rope moving through a pulley, and I raise each of your arms above your head, attaching them to something dangling from the ceiling. I move away again, and you feel the rope grow taut. Its not enough pressure to pull you off your feet, to be painful on the shoulders, but enough so that you find it difficult to move to either side. It feels like you've been locked into place, that you cant move, cant escape what you imagine might be coming next. You've always had an active imagination, and I leave you to your thoughts, letting you fret over what I have planned for you. You don't know how long I'm gone, time having lost all meaning in the darkness you find yourself. You feel my presence again, and find yourself feeling safe and secure, despite what you think might be coming... what you fear may be coming... what you hope may be coming... When I return, you feel something cold against your skin, along your hip. It slips under the side of your underwear, and after a short tug, the fabric tears. I pull the remains of the panties down the other leg, leaving them discarded around your ankle. I stand to one side, and you feel my hand caress your bum. A firm movement, not the teasing light caresses from before. I grab and squeeze for a second, and then release before starting again. Squeeze, release; squeeze, release; squeeze, release. You feel my hand pull away and for a minute, you think I'm done. Then, without any warning, you feel it make contact with your skin. Its sudden, unexpected, and you take a sharp intake of breath. You hear the smack before you feel it, and the sharp crack seems to echo in the room. It takes a moment for your brain to register the sting, but the pain is quickly replaced by a dull heat. You feel me caress your skin once more, and the contact seems more pronounced, more definite. But it could just be that your bum is more sensitive now. I move to your other side, and again you feel me cup and squeeze your buttock. This time, when you feel my hand pull away, you are expecting the slap. The absence of any contact seems even more enhanced, seems to drag out forever, and then you feel it again. Again, you hear it a split second before you feel the sting. Instead of a sharp intake of breath, this time you let out a slight moan. A second smack falls, and then a third, and more follow. The initial surprise and shock has warn off, and the stings are more powerful. The heat increases, as does the pain, approaching the level where the pleasure wears off. Before it goes too far, I switch back to the other side and continue the smacks. Back and forth, the slaps fall on your bare, exposed buttocks. When it finally stops, I gently rub my hands over your red, stinging skin. The contact is almost too much after what has just come. I come around to the front, and give you a light kiss on each cheek, move in close and hug you to my body. Just a small bit of comfort and encouragement, to say thank you for doing so well, so far. I snake a hand down your side, and run it across, below your belly. Its close to your most sensitive areas, and you find yourself hoping that I run my fingers between your folds and enter you. You were slick before the spanking started, and that pleasure has only increased your desire for release. You can feel the moisture running down your legs, soaking the tops of your stockings. Strange that you hadn't noticed before. I slide my fingers over your garter belt, down to the front of your pubic region. I run them gently over the bare skin, devoid of any hair, completely exposed to the elements, a metaphor for the way your whole body is currently exposed to my desires. You try to lift your body up hoping that I touch you lower, you try to thrust your pelvis out, you try to mentally push my hand further down, anything to feel my fingers over your clit, and between your folds, inside your body. And when all your attempts fail, you let out a whimper. You whisper "Please", that single word said in a tone that echoes your need as if you had shouted it as loud as you could. How could I refuse such an impassioned plea? I slide my fingers lower, splitting them to either side of your clit, still avoiding touching that most sensitive area. I run them down either side of your folds. They're wet in seconds. I hold them in place for a moment before moving my fingers together, trapping your clit between them. There isn't a lot of pressure, but the contact still sends little shocks through your body. I just hold them in place, gently squeezing your clit. I can feel it throbbing. I again pull away from your body, and am gone for a moment. You know its not over yet, it cant be. I haven't gotten to the really pleasurable yet. When I return, you feel me standing behind you. I run something over your back and along your shoulders. You can make out the contact of the various strips of leather as they run over your skin. You know what I've brought to play with next. You know that it's heavy, and the strips are thick. The blows land as a thud more than a smack. The weight of the flogger and the size of the strips means it doesn't sting the way a smaller one would. Over and over the tails land on your bare buttocks. The pain starts to rise and the heat from your cheeks is almost unbearable. You feel tears running down your face and you try to block out the sensations, but the falls keep landing. "It's too much," you think to yourself, "I cant take any more... please stop. Oh god, its not stopping. " You feel your lips part, about to say the word, to make it all go away, when you feel my teeth sinking into your shoulder. The feeling of my teeth against your skin sends a shock through your body, waking you up from your reverie. You hadn't even notice that I had stopped and moved my body against you once again. You feel the front of me against your bare ass, and the slightest contact causes your abused flesh to sting. Again, I move to stand before you, and hug you close to my body. You feel me kiss away the tears that have run down your cheek, and tilt your head up so that I can kiss your forehead and your lips. You can taste the salt from your tears. You came so close to breaking, but managed to hold on until the very end. You feel so proud of what you've accomplished, and you know how proud of you I am, and how much I love you. End of Part 1 Almost Too Much... Almost Ch. 02 I move around to stand before you, and you feel me undo the clasps that hold your corset on. Pulling the material slowly away from you, I leave you naked, shivering in the slight cold. You can hear me folding it up and putting it away and as I return to you, you can make out the sound of something jingling. When I return to stand before you, you feel my hands running up your bare front, teasing around your breasts, running between them, sliding over your skin getting closer and closer to your nipples. Nipples that are rock hard and aching to be touched. When my fingers finally make contact, you feel a rush of pleasure run through your body. And when my fingers start to pinch them, very gently at first but adding increasing pressure until it approaches real pain, the rush turns into jolts of electricity, jolts which seem to run directly to your clit, making it throb with need and desire. You feel me bend slightly, and I run my tongue over one of your sensitive nubs. I leave it coated in a layer of saliva and when I pull back, you can feel me gently blowing cool air over it. Your skin immediately shivers, and your whole body seems to tighten up. I bend back down and pull your nipple into my mouth, replacing that cold sensation with a sudden warmth. You feel my teeth scrape along its sensitive flesh. You find yourself aching to feel me bite down, to bring that sharp jolt of pain that you find so pleasurable. You want to run your fingers through my hair, pull me into your breast while I bite your nipple. You try to move your hands to embrace me, pull me in deeper as my teeth sink into your skin, but remember too late that you're bound, unable to do anything, completely at my mercy. You find that knowledge somehow soothing, feel safe and secure despite being completely helpless. I pull back from your nipple and switch to the other one, giving it an equal dose of tongue, cool air, sucking, and scraping. But I have refrained from biting, and you want that so bad. I pinch them between my fingers again, and you get a moment of pleasure. Its quickly replaced by a sharper, more insistent pressure. You hear the jingling again, and realize what it is that I have brought forth for you this time. A pair of clamps, joined by a chain. I apply the heads to each of your nipples, and give you a moment to adjust to the force with which they squeeze you. When I think you've had enough time to become accustomed to them, I tug ever so gently on the chain connecting them. The pressure changes with each movement. The angle, the amount of force that is applied, the area its applied to. All are shifting slightly as I move the chain around. I bring it up and put it between your teeth. You bite down gently on the chain, and find that you must bow your head to avoid pulling hard on the clamps attached to your nipples. Its a bit of an awkward angle, especially if I were to pull your hair or cause you to shift with any sort of unexpected movement. You hear me walk away once more, to grab yet another toy with which to torment and tease you. As I am returning, you hear the whoosh of something being waved through the air. You're pretty sure its not a cane. I have never used something that harsh on you. It might be a crop, or a small paddle. When you feel the small tongue of leather being drawn across your shoulders and down your back, your side, your hips, you know its the former. You've felt its bite before, and know how much you enjoy it. I start with a few smacks to your already well reddened bottom. You feel the sting of the leather and its sharp against the general dull warmth that remains behind. You had forgotten about it completely as I was paying attention to your nipples, but the feeling has returned. I don't punish your bottom too much, and you feel the tongue fall higher, near the top of your hips. I move the target around to your front, inching the blows across your lower abdomen, towards your mound. When I reach the top of your cleft, I start down the insides of your thighs. The skin there is extremely sensitive and you can really feel the slight contact. I don't put a lot of weight behind the blows, almost letting the tongue fall gently on the tender areas. I move down your legs towards your knees, and then work my way back up again, towards your soaking pussy. The final blow lands directly on your clit, and you feel your knees almost buckle. A groan of pleasure escapes your lips and you jerk your head back, forgetting about the chain between your teeth. The movement pulls one of the clamps off your nipple, and you let out a scream as blood rushes back into the previously squished areas. I give you a moment to let the feeling return, to let the tingling start running up and down your breast and just as you're getting used to the feeling, I unclamp the other one. You go through the process all over again starting with another scream. I kiss your lips and move my kisses down your front towards your abused nipples. I touch them gently with my wet lips and blow cool air over them once again. I walk away from you again, and my return is accompanied by the slightest raise in temperature. As I approach you, you can make out a bit of light peeking through your blind fold, the twinkling of a candle being brought near you. I give you no warning and no time to prepare before the first drops of wax land on the tops of your breasts and start oozing down towards your nipples. It hardens quickly, so I drip more wax onto you. The feeling of a river of heat running down your breasts to cover your nipples is almost too much after the recent abuse you've endured, but your pussy still reacts to the sensation. The jolts from before that ran to your clit have become an electric current that is flowing freely. You find yourself bucking, trying to find something to rub it against, to find a way to leap that final hurdle and find full release. Your inability to satisfy the most desperate of needs is so frustrating that at this moment, there isn't a single thing that you would refuse if it just meant you could come. Your pleading is barely coherent at this point, but the need is almost palpable. You have tears running down your face as you beg for release, beg me to touch you. I cant refuse you any longer and you feel my fingers run along side the insides of your folds, around your waiting pussy, gathering moisture. It doesn't take a lot of effort to completely coat my hand in your slick fluids, and I bring my fingers together, trapping your clit between them. The touch is all that is required and you explode. The sensation is so great that you find yourself waking up from it. You cant see, and your hands and feet aren't moving. You're in a daze, unable to figure out why your body isn't responding to your commands. You find yourself sagging in your restraints, unable to get your knees to lock, unable to support yourself. The pull on your wrists and shoulders is getting painful, and I quickly move to offer you support. I unfasten the rope from your wrists and allow you to lean over me as I bend down and release the locks that were tying your cuffs to the bar spreading your feet apart. I stand back up again, and scoop you in my arms, carrying you to a bed in the corner of the room. I gently lay you down and pull the blindfold off. The room is dimly lit with candles, but even that little light is enough to hurt your eyes. But you find that you are so tired that you just don't care. You can barely keep your eyes open as you sink into the pillows. The last thing you can make out before you slip into unconsciousness is the feeling of me lying next to you, holding you in my arms as you fall asleep. Safe, and secure.