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C is for Cock

By: Literace



AS BEFORE: This story is basically true. Names of people and places have been changed to protect the guilty. Oh. . . and I re-iterate, although the events in these stories all happened sometime during the past twenty years, they are all told as though they are recent events. Bon appetit.

Whilst my main job as doorman was at Peroni Nightclub, Thursday to Sunday - I also covered the door at Funboys on Tuesday and Wednesday nights. Most pubs and clubs struggle for customers mid-week - but not Funboys. The excellent bar-staff were all very young and very attractive; the DJ was hot; the décor and ambience were exceptional; but it was the performers that attracted the crowds. Starting at nine o'clock and running every fifteen minutes, a selection of the three boys and five girls would come out onto the stage and/or the two catwalks and perform for the crowd. Sometimes it was simply a dance routine; other times it was more of a 'show'.

Occasionally, usually when the lager had been flowing more freely than normal, the shows took on a more exhibitionist, erotic tone. Because of this occasional display of female flesh I had taken it upon myself to act as the interior doorman - patrolling the bar areas to make sure nothing untoward happened - and copping myself a number of flashes.

Of the five girls I had one particular favourite. Simone was nineteen and petite. She wore her blonde hair in a very fetching boyish short cut which. . . I dunno, it just rang all my bells. But not only was Simone an absolute doll to look it, she was also witty and charming and great fun just to talk to. Which was fine except I really, really, REALLY wanted to just 'do' her. 

I worked at Funboys for around eleven months before my dream of sexual contact with Simone was finally realised. It was Wednesday 11th April - the day before my birthday. Because I wasn't working on Thursday the staff had decided to celebrate my birthday on the 11th, and throughout the night I was the recipient of a number of birthday kisses - a lot of them of the open-mouthed, tongue-fencing kind. I also had my cock felt up on two occasions; sadly neither by Simone, and scarily one of them from Bryan the ever-so-gay male dancer.

The no-drinking-on-duty rule was relaxed for me and each time I passed the bar there was another glass of cold beer waiting for me. As a consequence by midnight, as we were closing up, I was feeling warm and cuddly inside. And distinctly horny.

Most of the bar staff, raced out of the door as soon as they were able, heading for town and a chance to have some fun themselves. By one o'clock it was down to me, Sean the bar manager, Bryan the dancer (who was also Sean's boyfriend) and two of the girl dancers; Joanne and the lovely Simone.

We sat around the bar drinking, telling jokes and stories and basically having a good time. And then Simone suggested a game of truth or dare. The other four were all much younger than me and were all definitely up for it. Not wanting to seem like an old fogie I reluctantly agreed.

It started off fairly innocently with just a slight under current of sex. Who did you lose your cherry to? Have you ever had a three-in-a-bed session? That kind of 'truth'. Then we started in on the 'dares'.

Joanne was dared to flash her boobs. Without a flicker she lifted her sweat top to reveal a beautiful pair of bra-free tits, full and proud and topped off with a juicy set of nipples that were as erect as if someone had just stopped sucking on them. Even Bryan and Sean took a second to admire them. Me? I started to feel the familiar pulsing in my pants and I surreptitiously rearranged myself.

Bryan was then dared to whip his cock out, which being an outrageous extrovert performer, he did before Joanne had even finished talking. I tried to keep my eyes away - it's a macho kinda thing us guys feel compelled to do, girls - but I caught a glimpse and I had to do a double-take.

It was huge! I mean, I've stood next to guys at urinals, and I've played football for years and regularly showered with team-mates some of whom had impressive lengths, but this. . . It was HUGE. There is no other word to describe it ( which is a stupid thing to write, because now I'm going to HAVE to describe it).

First off, it was flaccid, okay? This wasn't a cock in prime ready-to-pounce condition, it was the size it normally was. Bryan had his right hand wrapped around it as he waved it about and still there was a good six, seven inches hanging over the edge. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Simone and Joanne staring open-mouthed. Sean - Bryan's boyfriend remember - merely shrugged.

"Bloody hell, Bryan! It's. . . huge!" exclaimed Simone.

I turned to Sean. "You mean to say you take that. . . thing up. . . y'know?"

Again he shrugged. "Only when I'm plastered out of my skull. Or stoned."

Joanne was virtually drooling. "Oh I've got to try that." She managed to drag her eyes from Bryan's cock to his face. "Can I? Please, pretty please"

"Yuck, no!" screamed Bryan, "It's for the boys."

"Oh come on, Bry," pleaded Simone. "Let her have a go. Just a suck - you don't have to fuck her, just let her blow you. You can pretend it's Sean."

"No, no, no." Bryan reiterated.

I swear Joanne started to pout like a baby whose favourite toy had been taken from her. But it was clear that Bryan was gay to stay. Sean went to get another round of drinks and we returned to the game.

It was my turn, and I decided it was time for me to get something.

"Simone, your turn," I said. "Truth or dare?"

"Dare."

" I dare you to flash your pussy at me."

I held my breath as I looked into her eyes. There was no embarrassment there. No fear. No shock of horror. She gulped at her drink, wiped her lips with the back of her hand and stood up. Without the slightest pause, she unzipped her shorts and pulled them down and off. Underneath was a pair of white panties which without a beat she pulled to one side to reveal. . .

It was gorgeous. Fine, blonde wisps of hair covering but not concealing her slit. My semi-rigid cock became fully hard as I stared at it. The seconds dragged by with not a word from anyone - presumably because neither Sean nor Bryan nor Joanne were that interested in what Simone was showing. I, on the other hand, had never seen anything so beguiling or interesting.

I think I actually licked my lips.

I think I might have said 'wow'.

With a smile Simone said "Time's up", and let go of her panties. Although her pussy was now covered, the image seemed burnt on my retina and I continued to stare.

"Your turn, Kenny," Simone said to me. "Huh?" "It's your turn. I dare you to show us yours."

Although reluctant to whip my old man out in front of two gay men (hey, what can I tell you - I'm a stereotype!) I knew I had little alternative. With a deep breath I stood and started to unzip - secretly glad that I was still semi-erect and in a fairly large state. I gave myself a fanfare and dropped my boxers - noticing as I did that ALL of the other four were watching me intently.

I think there were some reactions along the lines of . . . a wolf whistle from Simone; a nod of approval from Sean; a 'nice' from Joanne; and, I think, a lick of the lips from Bryan. Silently I counted to five as I showed my cock off, then I started to pull my boxers up again.

"Woah there boy," exclaimed Joanne.

"What?"

"You're puttin' it away? Why not leave it out?"

I didn't know what to say so I took some expert advice from my cock and said, "Fair enough as long as every one else gets theirs out too."

Simone shrugged and whipped her panties right off, followed almost immediately by Bryan and Joanne. Only Sean was having none of it. Bryan tried to cajole him but Sean was unmoved. In the end they went off to a corner, had a heated discussion which quickly raced into an argument, whereupon Sean threw the keys at Bryan and stormed out of the doors.

Bryan shook his head and muttered something like 'fuckin coward' before pouring four shots of Southern Comfort and bringing them over. "Lets party, people" he said as we took our glasses and, as one, downed them. More drinks were fetched (and not paid for) and we sat there, our private parts on open display.

"Right," said Joanne, "Let's turn this up a notch. Bryan? I dare you to get yourself hard in front of us." Bowing theatrically, Bryan stood and started to jerk at his mighty cock. Despite myself I couldn't take my eyes off it as it started to swell and thicken and rise up, past his navel and then his ribs. I remember pondering on whether he could give himself a blow job and might even have actually asked the question had not Joanne moaned loudly and virtually flung herself onto Bryan's lap grabbing for his cock.

"No, no, no," squealed Bryan as he tried desperately to pull his cock out of Joanne's grasp. He was laughing at first and I thought he considered it to be all in good fun, but the harder Joanne hung onto his cock the less funny it became until eventually he roared and slapped Joanne across the face. She released her grasp and fell backwards onto her ass , her legs wide open and, I noticed, her pussy engorged and gaping.

"Jesus, Joanne you fuckin' weirdo. Don't you get it? I like boys, okay? I want a cock not your slimy horrible slit!" and with that he flounced off to the dressing room leaving the three of us staring open-mouthed at his retreating back.

"Leave him be," said Simone. "He's always pulling hissy fits. Ten minutes time he'll be back out and acting like nothing happened." She took a slug from her drink and turned her attention back to me. "So. . . birthday boy. Any chance of watching you get yourself hard?"

"If I can watch you two getting wet at the same time."

The two girls exchanged glances and shrugged in unison. Simone stood and pulled her chair a foot or so away from Joanne's as Joanne got up off the floor and back into her chair. With perfect timing, almost as though they had rehearsed it, or at least done this before, the two of them spread their legs and draped them over the arms of their chairs. 

In front of me, less than six feet away where two gorgeous, nubile teenagers, with no knickers on and their legs spread apart revealing juicy cunts.

"All together?" asked Joanne.

I could only nod.

I started to wank on my rapidly growing cock. Truth be told I was going to get hard without touching. Fuck, it was quite conceivable, I could shoot my load without touching as well. But the girls wanted a show so I stroked. Meanwhile they toyed between their legs. Joanne went straight for her clit, rubbing the tips of her fingers sideways across her nub, while Simone went for the slit, languidly running a finger up and down, dipping in occasionally, and rubbing the juice onto her lips. My eyes were flicking crazily from pussy to pussy to their faces and back down again. I could feel my orgasm hurtling down at me, and it must have shown on my face because Joanne said, "Fuck, he's gonna' cum already."

With a huge effort of will I let go of my pulsing cock, biting down on my lip and trying to calculate the square root of 2209 in an effort to ward off the coming storm. Unfortunately I'm a bit of a whiz at maths and the answer - 47- sprung into my mind ridiculously easily, followed at once by a pretty healthy burst of ejaculate from my cock.

Joanne burst out laughing - not the sort of response I look for at the point of orgasm. Simone didn't laugh. She walked off to the ladies and came back with some toilet paper. She knelt down in front of me, took hold of my still-stiff cock and started to wipe me clean. Yeah, I know, in an ideal world she would have licked me clean with her tongue. But then in an ideal world I would have Bryan's cock and much better staying power.

As Simone wiped she looked up at me. "Reckon you could go another time?"

I nodded, and began to believe that I was really going to get to rub naughties with her. "Okay," she said, "but it has to be the way I want it. Agreed?"

Again I nodded.

"Wait right there," she said, getting up off her knees and heading for the dressing room. Puzzled, I watched her delectable naked ass waggle off. I looked at Joanne - who by now had stopped laughing and had returned to idly playing with her pussy - and silently questioned her as to what Simone was up to. Joanne shrugged- she didn't know.

Just then Simone came back out with Bryan - now wearing his Marilyn Monroe drag outfit - in tow.

"I want you to fuck me, Kenny," she began. "Which will scratch our little itch. Then you have to do Joanne so that she gets hers too." I wasn't going to turn that particular offer down - unlike the next part. "But first I wanna watch you suck Bryan's cock."

What!!!! Suck his...... Was she crazy? I wasn't gay. Beside a little curious fumbling when I was around twelve or thirteen I had never played with another guy's cock. And I didn't want to now either.

Simone let go of Bryan's hand and came to kneel in front of me again. I had to force my eyes off her pussy and up to her face. She spoke quietly and softly, but huskily too. I got the impression she was as horny as hell. "It's not gay, Kenny," she began, "It really isn't. You know guys have this thing about seeing two girls go at it? It's like that. I've never seen two guys and I really want to. It would be sooooo horny to watch you suck Kenny's cock. And if it makes it easier , Joanne and I will play with each other while we watch."

The silence in the room was palpable. Secretly - and this is the first time I have ever admitted it - I wanted to know what it felt like to try and get that huge cock into my mouth. What would it taste like? Could I do it better than most girls had done it to me. My mind started arguing with itself. It's gay! It's just skin, like kissing a finger or a neck. Yeah, and what about pre-cum? What about a mouth full of sperm? How bad could it be?

I glanced up at Bryan. He was obviously okay with the idea. I made my decision. "It goes no further, right? Especially you Bryan. No getting into a fight with Sean and confessing just to get back at him!"

Bryan licked a finger and crossed it over his heart - hope to die. I nodded - then just as I was about to agree, I had a bright idea.

"Before we start, though. Simone,I wanna watch Joanne lick your pussy while you masturbate into her mouth. Give me a few minutes of that. . . and I'm in."

They didn't even think twice or pause. Joanne lay down on the floor and Simone squatted over her face. Lifting her neck Joanne started to lick and kiss on Simone's pussy, nibbling on her cunt lips and pulling them down to her, stretching them. Simone, gurgled as the sensations seeped through her body. Steadying herself with her right hand on the floor, her left hand snaked down and started to rub at her clit. I shuffled in my chair, edging round to get a better view. It was wonderful - a porn film being played out for real right in front of me.

Before I knew it, Simone started to buck her hips and grunt. Joanne hung on to her trying to keep her lips in touch with Simone's pussy. Then Simone lifted up and jammed three fingers right into her cunt. Thrashing away at her insides I heard her mutter 'open wide' to Joanne as she started to cum. And I mean cum -splashes of female cum splattering down onto Joanne's face. 

I watched mesmerised and hornier than I have ever felt in my life. Slowly Simone came back down to Earth. She bowed her head and kissed Joanne right on the lips. I watched as her tongue snaked out and licked her cum of her friend's face. She looked up at me, smiled and said, "Your turn, guys."

I gulped, not sure whether I was looking forward to this or not. Bryan came and stood in front of me, put his hands on my shoulder and pushed me down to the floor. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the two girls cuddling each other, hands in each others pussies. But the main thing, the biggest thing was Bryan's snake-like cock dangling in the air about two inches from my face.

Tentatively I reached up and wrapped my hand round another man's cock. It felt hot - incredibly hot. I pulled the foreskin back and stared at the slit as it opened slightly with the pressure. I let go and then repeated. And repeated . Bryan's cock began to go grow firmer under my touch as he hardened. Thankfully Bryan was a 'constant'. His cock was more or less the same size hard or flaccid. (Me - I'm a grower and my relatively small four inch flaccid cock almost doubles in size when hard). I say thankfully, because it had just occurred to me to question whether I could actually get the bloody thing into my mouth. 

I licked my lips, moved my mouth towards the head of his cock and took my first taste. It tasted of. . . well, nothing, really. Just like skin. I could smell him, but as yet I couldn't taste him. I started to bob my head up and down, - my mouth in an enlarged 'o' shape as I fellated him. I heard Bryan groan, and then I heard one of the girls as well. I turned my head slightly and looked across at them. They were staring at us men and I have to say they looked extremely turned on. They were panting and their fingers were moving faster and faster in each others pussies.

I decided there and then to give them a show. I grabbed Bryan's cock with one hand and started to wank him as I gobbled. Now I started to taste him and it was okay, and I began to wonder what it would be like to have him come in my mouth. After all, Simone had cum in Joanne's mouth - it was only fair I returned the favour. And so I sucked Bryan's cock and wanked him while the two girls diddled with each other. I have no idea how long I was at it for, except I know it was starting to hurt my knees and my jaw was starting to ache when Bryan started to thrust. I heard him say something like 'here it comes' which was when I chickened out. I pulled my mouth off his cock , closed my lips tight and wanked him to orgasm. With a groan he spurted all over my face catching me in the eye and stinging like a bastard.

Over my pants of exertion and Bryans groans of orgasm, I heard the familiar cries of women orgasming. I turned my head and caught sight of Joanne and Simone collapsing onto the floor.

And that was it. The first - and probably only - time I sucked another man's cock. After my award-winning blowjob, Simone rewarded me with the fuck that she had promised and it was great, but that's not what I wanted to tell you about. I know I'm not gay - I don't even think I'm bi-sexual, but I do know that given the right ingredients I could do it again. . . as long as there was a girl like Simone watching while I did it and ready to service me when it was over.

Kenny returns in "D is for Dogging".

C is for Coconut



On Sunday, I email a picture of my bruised bottom, as requested. I also include one of my breasts so you can see the myriad of marks you have left there too. 

I awake on Monday morning to the most delicious email, which has me stretching and wriggling on the bed with a massive grin. 

He has taken to calling me Tigress, a reference perhaps to my new stripes... He flatters me shamelessly, calling me 'smart' and looking forward to both challenging and being challenged. 

I return with something similarly flattering, though as usual I probably reveal more about myself than tell him anything he doesn't already know. Our emails swap back and forth, until I receive my challenge.

I'm not sure if you realize how galling this is to me, but something tells me you have a damned good idea....

"I want you to get yourself some nasty, slutty knickers.

You know the sort of thing that Top Shop sells to teenagers - pink thongs with the words 'taste my cherry' printed on the front in lime green, that sort of thing. The thong bit is absolutely vital, and the pinkness is important too (but any garish colour would do in a pinch). Other attributes, such as cheesy slogans, or pictures, or sheerness would be helpful, but are less critical.

I want you to have sent me a picture of you wearing them by the time I get home - at around midday on Friday.

Think you'll be able to manage that?"

I groan. This is just about my worst nightmare. I love lingerie. I am nervous and awkward about my body and the one thing that gives me confidence is wearing nice pants and bras. I like them to match, often they are large, cut to vintage styles and designed to show glimpses and tantalize, even if no one else will see but me. A thong is about the most repugnant thing I can imagine, and the colour pink is also to be reviled.

How can I do this? And if I do, how on earth could you EVER find me attractive after seeing me in something so vile?

I argue with myself, I send you a grumpy reply. I just can't help myself.

And yet...

And yet, I want to prove I can rise to any challenge you set me. My stubbornness and bloody-minded determination kick into overdrive and I decide I will find a way to complete your task.

On my way home from work I call into the shops. Surprisingly, the naff thongs you refer to are no longer as evident as once they were. Thankfully I suppose this means girls have realized good knickers are so much sexier and comfy...

Shamefully I trek from store to store, blushing as I head directly to the nastiest underwear they have on display. I grow determined, if I have to do this, I will make damned sure I find the most hideous undergarments London has to offer...

Finally I see them. Not just hot pink -- they are practically luminescent, dyed with radioactive pigment. In addition, they are made of horrid, artificial lace, cut to sit low, creating a horrible shape on any who dared to wear such a thing. The final, crowning glory however is the diamantes, a row of four, then three tiny little gems at the front. As I hand them over at the till I have to resist the urge to run, to stick my head in a paper bag, somehow to hide. The clerk handles them like the radioactive filth they are and I blush with embarrassment and anger at you for leading me to this moment. 

Back home I take the photos and hope, without much confidence, that this will be the end of their place in my life. The images are truly, awful and I wonder if they will turn you off me for good.

Finally you return from your trip and you message me with instructions for our next date. 

"Your safe word will be 'coconut', and I want you to be wearing the knickers when you arrive. Yes, those ones. Really. Don't worry; it'll be the last time you ever have to put them on..."

I growl and swear at the computer, but Monday rolls around and here I am, on your doorstep wearing the vile thong under my clothes.

We share a whisky by the fire and you question me about my experiences and reactions to the challenge. I struggle not to be too sulky as I answer your questions. The sadistic grin and twinkle in your eye soften me, and by the end of my recount I am getting moist, excited by what else you may have in stall for me. 

"And you're wearing them now?"

"Yes," I blush.

"Show me, take off your clothes."

I strip, slowly removing my tights, pulling my top over my head and lingering over the bra. I pause, I have left my skirt till last on purpose, putting off the inevitable. As the skirt is removed, you take a sharp breath.

"You did well Bitch, they really are terrible."

I growl quietly. 

"Stand up; show me," you command.

I rise and slowly turn for your amusement. Completely naked apart from the hot pink thong.

"Hands behind your back. Hold your elbows with your hands."

You get up and retrieve a bundle of rope from its bag. I shiver in anticipation, the smell of it hitting me as you approach and electrifying my senses. 

Slowly you begin to bind my arms and chest, checking periodically that I can still move and feel my fingers. Each pull of the rope through the knots vibrates through my body and I am getting wetter between my legs. I revel in the sensation of rope sliding across and around my body, the pressure as it hugs and contains me, the smell of the oils imbedded in the cord...

My breathing grows ragged and I am turning to putty in your hands. 

You pull something from your pocket and move behind me. A blindfold is pulled over my head and you tie it securely. I feel you moving round, adjusting it to ensure I am completely blind. 

And then you leave me...

I stand there excited, nervous, shivering despite the warmth of the fire behind me. Time slows in the darkness and I focus on the sounds I can hear. Rustling next door, the crack of the fire, a creak of the floorboards. 

You return to the room and move me to lie on a cushioned table and, a little awkwardly with my arms bound, I settle on my stomach. 

After a few sharp spanks to my exposed rear, you pull my left ankle up to meet my warmed, rosy buttock. Ropes begin to coil around my leg and I try to hold the position as best I can. 

Once the binding is secure I find it is actually surprisingly comfortable, the firm rope holding my leg in place so I no longer have to. You move on to the right leg, binding it back like the left and I focus on the thrum of the rope as it pulls tightly against my skin. 

"Spread your legs."

I oblige, opening them as wide as I can manage on my narrow couch. 

I feel more rope winding between my arms and they are being brought up to meet my ankles until I am hogtied securely, my back arching and muscles stretching into the new position. I wriggle my fingers and toes to check the blood is still flowing and my heart is pounding with excitement. I am practically panting with the anticipation.

The spell is broken as I feel cool, sharp metal running up my leg. I'm acutely aware of how vulnerable I am all of a sudden. How long have I known you for? A few weeks -- and here I am completely at your mercy...

The knife runs up my arse cheeks and slips under the hideous thong. 

"This does somewhat ruin this little picture, shall we remove it?"

"Yes! Yes, yes please," I nod my head excitedly.

The fabric pulls briefly and then I hear the material separating against the sharp blade. The thong comes away and I sigh with relief and happiness that they have now been destroyed. I'll never have to wear them again.

"Thank you!" I sigh.

You caress my now completely naked body and I quiver with the flood of sensation, every touch amplified by my blindness.

"The benefit of tying you up like this, Kitten, is that it leaves you completely open to me." Knowing what a sadist you are, this sounds more than a little ominous... All I can manage is a whimper in reply.

"Oh my Kitten, you're so wet. Did you enjoy me tying you up?"

"Yes, Sir" I reply

You move around me, approaching my head and I make little whimpers and sighs as you touch me. 

"Open your mouth," You command.

Smiling I do as you command enjoying the taste of your fingers as the slip between my lips. I stop smiling as they are replaced by nasty, scratchy material entering my mouth. You tie the despised thong around my head, with the gusset, soaked in my juices on my tongue. 

"Mnmrfmrrrrphrmerrr!" I growl through the thong.

Ignoring my protests you establishing that I can just about enunciate "Coconut" through the gag, and move away. I hear something rattling and clinking in a bowl. I tense in anticipation and I am rewarded with the shock of ice, leaving cold trails around my back. 

You place the cubes on my back, I think they are nestled slightly on the knots of my chest harness and they chill my skin painfully.

"For every cube that falls, you'll receive a black mark, and you know what that means."

I still my squirming; acutely aware of the cane strokes I will receive for any marks. My bottom warms with the memory of the pain felt by that thin, switchy cane of yours. 

The ice continues to melt slightly, sending trickles of freezing water down my back and sides. You run a cube between my pussy lips, up and down, mingling cold water with my juices, up, up and I feel pressure against my crinkled anus.

You push the cube inside me and I cry out. It hurts, burning and freezing at the same time, stretching me in ways I'm not used to. Tears well up in my eyes and I strain a little at my tight bindings. 

This sends more icy water trickling down my back from where it has pooled and I am reminded that I must not dislodge the cubes. I moan and cry, sucking in air around the fabric in my mouth to try and calm myself and releasing the taste of my juices soaked in to the fabric.

I am tempted to say our safe word, coconut, but I am determined. I want to know what else you have planned for me, and I am keen to take as much as I can.

Once you can see I am starting to regain some balance you shift my world again.

Little pricks of heat land on my feet and it takes all I have not to jump in reaction. The wax drops pick up in frequency and they move up my legs, eventually concentrating on my thighs and occasionally landing on my wet cunt. I moan with pleasure as the sensations build and the contrast between the cold ice and the hot wax. 

You must move the candle closer as the wax drips get hotter, then there is a pause. The dripping starts up again, but even hotter than before, and I struggle not to squirm, emitting little whimpers and mewls. I want to move, if only to hump my sensitive bottom in reaction to the hot thuds of molten wax. This only serves to amplify the pain caused by the still melting cube inserted in my anus and I cry out around the gag, overloaded with sensation and my own taste, all the more potent in the dark behind my blindfold...

The wax stops, though it takes me a few moments to realize I am so absorbed in sensation. Your fingers explore the folds and curves of my cunt, spreading my wetness around and oh, how much there is to spread. I moan behind the gag, reveling in the feel of your fingers slipping inside me until they move upwards and your finger begins to probe a different hole.

"Oow-wow-wow-woe!" I gasp through the gag. 

It feels wrong having your finger sliding in my tight arse-hole. The ice has melted but it is still so sensitive and I can't help tensing around you and it becomes even more uncomfortable. I try to relax, and as I do so it becomes more pleasurable, but strange, so very, very strange. Discomfort flares again as you insert another digit inside me. 

"That's two fingers inside your arse now Kitten," You murmur, "Have you ever had two fingers inside your arse-hole before?"

"Mnoow," I meekly reply.

You slide them in and out, and I whimper and mewl, drool beginning to gather at my lips as I struggle to swallow round the lurid thong in my mouth. They withdraw slowly, only to be replaced with something harder and unyielding. I can't tell what it is. A plug perhaps? 

"My what a lovely candleholder you make,"

You drip a little more wax from the other candle on my buttocks, causing them to clench around the candle in my anus. It feels wrong, and dirty, and sore, but I like it.

Eventually you remove the candle and I lie, flexing my muscles in the tight rope, lost in an overload of sensation, pleasure and pain.

It is in fact the scraping of a knife across my skin, removing the wax from my body which wakes me from my reverie. 

At first it feels nice, the wax peeling from my skin and the grazing of the blaze, but as my brain reengages, I am increasingly aware that you are using a knife on me.

You move around in front of me and you whisper in my ear. 

"Have you ever been cut Kitten?" You ask.

"Mmnmfnwooow" I murmur round my gag. Acutely aware of my inability to communicate clearly, I shake my head frantically. I wish for the first time that I were not blindfolded so you can see the fear and desperation in my eyes. 

"What was that Kitten?

I gather myself as best I can, sucking saliva through my filthy gag and swallowing. 

"Mnnow Thser," I can feel the cold metal of the blade held against my face and go deathly still. 

You continue to run the knife around my face and down my throat. I try not to whimper but I am utterly terrified. My mind is buzzing without grasping any thoughts. The knife disappears and I pant in relief. Sensation floods back and I am aware again of the painful dripping intensity of the ice on the small of my back but this is nothing compared to what is to come. 

The knife blade returns, now running down my thigh. Slowly it moves down and down, closer to my wet, quivering cunt. As you slide it up between the slippery folds, I am screaming in my mind. I am incapable of thought as every fiber of my being is desperately focused on staying as still as possible. My breath comes in short little gasps as the cold metal runs up and around my clit. 

No-no-no-no-no-no-no-no is all I can think. 'Coconut', is on the tip of my lips and it takes so much self-control not to cry it out.

It moves lower again and now I feel your fingers sliding around the entrance to my vagina, briefly embarrassment flickers through my mind as I realize just how very, very wet I am. You slide them slowly inside me but something doesn't feel right. I tense my muscles involuntarily and realize you still have the blade between your fingers as they move slowly further and further inside me. The fingers withdraw but you have left the knife inside me and my body is now humming with fear and tension.

The knife twists a little and a tiny mewl of terror escapes my lips. Slowly, very, very slowly, you begin to withdraw the knife. 

My breathing stops. 

I am amazed that there is so much to remove. It feels as though 8 inches or more have been taken out. Once it is gone I finally breathe again.

As I drift back to earth, I wonder how much more I can take. I am terrified of what may come next. 

"Well done Bitch," you say softly, and I fill with pride at these words. 

"I think its time for you to have a reward. But only if you promise not to cum. Can you do that for me?"

"Mm-hmm," I moan in agreement, uncertain what will come next. 

A low buzzing resonates through the room and I manage a little smile in anticipation. I know that noise!

You touch the magic wand, on a low setting to the outside of my pussy lips and I let out a long, slow groan. Expertly the wand is manipulated around the outside of my cunt and I am so sensitive I am already on the brink of orgasm. 

I try hard not to moan, hoping my restraint will make it easier to hold onto control, but as the vibrator hits the knot touching my clit I scream through the gag. All thought of quiet control gone as it takes every fiber of my being not to tip over the edge as wave upon wave of pleasure crashes against me, threatening to take me over. 

I don't really know how long this exquisite torture goes on for. At some point my body manages to keep from bucking and dislodging the last fragments of ice from my back, but this must be from some part of my subconscious fear of that nasty cane as my mind is totally taken up with pleasure and the need to hold it back.

Finally you give me permission to cum, raising the intensity of the vibrations and pressing the wand hard against the rope. My body spasms and every part of me is overwhelmed as orgasms crash down on me again and again. 

I'm not sure how much time passes, but eventually you begin to untie me, gently releasing me from the rope, each vibration setting off spasms of pleasure as it thrums out of the knots. 

The blindfold is removed and I blink in the sudden light. As I regain focus I see your face before me and I stretch my neck to kiss you, reveling in the feel of your lips against mine. You pull the gag from my mouth and kiss me again. I try to thank you but my tongue is stiff and awkward from the prolonged confinement and we laugh at my rare tongue-tied induced moment of quiet.

You help me to my feet and wrap me in a blanket, hugging me and kissing my lips, my cheeks, my forehead. Once I am settled on the sofa in front of the dying fire you bring me a whisky and hold me close, making sure I am ok. I am so smitten at your inventiveness and capacity for teasing and giving pleasure. So proud of myself for my control, not only holding on to experience everything without the safe word, but also for maintaining focus and holding every cube on my back till the end.

I can't wait for D...