THREE RULES
By Peter Last
I had spoken with her three different evenings before I mustered up the courage.
“How do I find you?” I whispered into the mike on my computer as I stared at her on the web cam. She wore leather from neck to ankle, but it couldn’t disguise her alluring shape, and her long raven hair swirled about her shoulders as she moved about her room.
She whispered back to me, gave me directions, told me where she lived. “Fourth floor,” she said. “Third door on the left.”
I don’t remember driving across town or parking the car. I was too excited. Her condo complex had a doorman and another security guard inside. I gave her name to the guard and he called upstairs, staring at me and grinning the whole time. I looked away, waited for him to finish the call. Before I knew it I was walking down the fourth floor hallway toward the third door on the left. It opened -- and then I was inside.
All I could do was stare. She looked even more desirable in person, still dressed the same.
“Did you bring the envelope?” she asked.
I nodded, handed it to her. She opened it, riffled through the bills inside, then smiled. “Take off your clothes,” she said.
My heart started racing and my cock burst into view as I shed my pants. She grinned.
“Are you ready for this?” she asked.
I just nodded.
“Good. I’m glad you’re here ‘til morning. That’ll give me plenty of time.”
She took me into her bedroom, told me to stand in the middle of the room and began walking around me. “Don’t move your head,” she said. I watched her as she passed slowly in front of me, her perfect body driving me crazy. When she moved out of view, she stayed behind me for the longest time, and my body started quivering. And then I felt her fingertip touching me at the base of my neck and moving slowly down my spinal column, all the way down, then tracing its way through the crack in my ass before she broke contact. My cock was bobbing as she moved back in front of me.
“Three rules,” she said, and paused, staring at me.
I just waited.
“First, your only job here tonight is to pleasure me sexually. Any way I want, for as long as I want. Do you understand?”
My cock bounced even more, and she smiled.
“Second, you are not allowed to cum. If you do, we’re finished . . . and I keep the envelope. Understand?”
I could hardly breathe, and she didn’t wait for an answer.
“Third, you are not to speak or make any sounds at all. Not once. If you do, you’ll be punished. Understand?”
I managed to nod.
“Good. Now let’s get started.”
She pushed me backwards onto the bed, my feet on the floor and my upper body lying back on the mattress. My cock stood straight up – and suddenly she slapped it as hard as she could.
I let out a surprised yelp, and she stepped back.
“You spoke,” she said. “You broke the rule.”
I just stared at her, wondering what came next.
“You’ll have to be punished,” she said. “Stand up.”
I pushed myself to a standing position and she gestured to the middle of the room. I moved over and stood there, waiting.
“Put your hands behind your back,” she said, and when I did I felt her tying them together with some type of rope. When she finished, I couldn’t move either arm.
She moved back in front of me and I saw she had something in her hand.
She smiled.
“It’s a penis whip,” she said. “It’s what I use the first time somebody breaks rule number three. I want you to stand there without moving while I use it.”
My cock was as hard as ever, sticking out in front of me. She moved slightly to the side, braced herself, and gently dropped the penis whip onto the top of my cock. I felt the strands glide over my skin and fall away.
“That was just to get the angle right,” she said, and then without any warning she snapped the whip down on me again.
This time it made a cracking sound as it hit me, and I jumped with pain. Somehow I kept myself from crying out again – and looked at her as her arm went up a third time. She was gorgeous, and the leather outfit outlined her sumptuous breasts. Even though I knew the whip was coming down again, I couldn’t help but stare at those breasts as they moved upward with her arm, then down again as she struck.
She whipped me 20 times, and my cock just kept getting harder. I thought I might even cum as I watched her work on me . . . but I remembered rule number two and tried to hold back.
When she stopped, she took a deep breath and then moved directly in front of me, standing no more than a foot away. My cock stretched out just inches from her stomach – she stood about 5-6.
“No more sounds,” she said, and I managed to nod.
“Down on your knees,” she ordered, and I sank to the carpeted floor. My face was just inches from her thighs, and I saw the zipper running between her legs.
“Unzip me,” she said, and I leaned toward her, searching for the zipper with my teeth. I managed to get a good grip and began to slide her leather suit open. She thrust her pelvis forward a bit to give me a better angle, and in a moment her pussy came into view.
“Now use your tongue,” she said, and I thrust my head between her thighs as she moved forward and bent me over backwards, forcing me to brace myself on my haunches.
It didn’t take long for her to explode. When she did, her thighs clamped around my head and her hands pressed it into her cunt. I nearly passed out. I couldn’t breathe. But when her orgasm finally slowed, she released me and I fell backwards onto the floor.
She still stood above me. She was gasping a bit, but hadn’t lost her balance. I was amazed at her control, and as I looked up at her from my prone position all I could see was her pussy and, above it, those gorgeous breasts, still encased in leather. A minute or so passed and her breathing calmed. Then she moved away for a moment and called to me from the other side of the room.
“Crawl over to the bed and lead forward so your face is on the mattress and your ass is sticking up in the air,” she said.
I shuffled over to the bed on my knees, the best I could with my arms still bound, managed to get my shoulders and head above the mattress, then leaned forward. My feet were on the ground, but my ass was fully exposed. Nothing happened for a minute or so. Then I heard her moving behind me and suddenly felt her hands on each side of my ass. She caressed me for a moment, then quietly said, “Okay, now, I want you to spread yourself as wide open as you can.”
My ass clenched, and she chuckled. “No, no, not that way. The other way,” she laughed, and began to pry me apart with her hands. “That’s better,” she said. “Just relax.”
The next thing I felt was something probing my asshole. She had some sort of jelly on it and it slid quickly inside me. I cried out again. I couldn’t help it. Whatever she was jamming into my ass caught me unawares.
“Dammit,” she said. “You spoke again!”
The object in my ass slid out and she backed away.
“I guess you don’t want it the easy way,” she said. “I’m going to have to fuck you the hard way.”
I waited, my whole body trembling, and then her hands were on either side of my ass again.
“Look at me,” she ordered, and I twisted my head to do it. There she stood, with an enormous dildo strapped around her waist. She’d unzipped the top of her leather outfit and I could see part of her breasts struggling to get out, and I watched her wet her lips with her tongue.
“Now look away again,” she commanded, and I did, bracing myself, trying to stay unclenched, because I knew it would hurt even more if I tried to resist.
The dildo slid slowly into my ass for an inch or so – and then suddenly she slammed it home. I gasped, and she started pumping. It hurt incredibly . . . and then, gradually, it turned into pleasure, and I could feel myself getting closer and closer to an orgasm. I didn’t want it to happen, didn’t want to break rule number two and have the evening end, but it was incredibly difficult, especially when she started panting and gasping.
When she came she started cursing me, a free-flowing river of words that went on for almost a minute while she plunged in and out of me . . . and finally collapsed on top of me, the dildo buried deep inside.
It took her a few moments to recover, then she pushed herself up and yanked out the dildo. I felt her untying my hands, and she told me to climb up and sit at the head of the bed facing her.
I did it, my cock bouncing and larger than ever.
She stood at the foot of the bed, her face glistening with sweat, her hair in disarray, her breasts nearly spilling out of her outfit. Slowly, so slowly I thought it would drive me crazy, she began pulling the zipper on the front of her outfit further and further down. Her breasts came fully into view and the leather fell away. They were magnificent, and her nipples were as hard as marbles. She peeled off first one sleeve, then the other, and stood there for a moment naked from the waist up. Then she gradually began to slide the leather down across her hips. Her navel came into view, then the top of her pussy hair. She turned around and slid the leather outfit down her ass, her twin globes aimed right at me as she wriggled free.
The leather outfit fell to the ground.
She was naked, and she turned to me.
“Now,” she said, “it’s time to really get started. Lie down flat on your back.”
I did, and she crawled onto the bed. As she moved up my body, every nerve ending in my frame began to tingle, and when she blew on the tip of my cock I thought I would explode.
“Don’t you dare!” she snapped at me. “This is mine, not yours, and the night’s just begun.”
She rose above me, her magnificent breasts filling my vision, and then she slid slowly down on my cock, her cunt enveloping it as she sank her full weight onto my body.
“Don’t move,” she ordered. “Just lie there. Don’t make a move. And don’t you dare cum.”
She started to move, slowly, up and down my cock. It was all I could do to keep from exploding. Her breasts rose and fell above me, her cunt squeezed and released, squeezed and released. And as she began to feel it, she began to move more rapidly, humping me now, her entire body into it. She tossed her head violently from side to side and front to back, her hair flying above me. Her breasts bounced every direction, and she slammed into me over and over again . . . finally screaming as the orgasm took her.
Somehow, I don’t know how, I stayed with her – and didn’t cum.
This time, when she released my cock from her cunt, she rolled over on the bed next to me and lay there for about ten minutes, her breath gradually slowing. Then I felt her hand on my thigh.
It moved there, gently, for awhile, and then she reached for my balls, scratched them for a moment. She rose to her knees, her breasts swinging above me again, took my cock in both of her hands, and I almost sighed out loud. She looked at me for a moment, then turned her eyes back to my cock and balls.
“A little game,” she said. “I’m going to try to bring you off. And you’ll have to decide. Do you want to cum so badly you’ll let me do it – even knowing it means the end of the evening? Or will you let me know when you’re almost there and tell me to stop?”
My cock jumped in her hands and she laughed, then began to work me. “I guess we’ll find out,” she said.
She had magic hands, and a magic mouth. She must have spent half an hour bringing me to the brink over and over again. I never said a word. She could always tell when I was ready to explode – and she’d stop. I was delirious with desire. If I had thrust my cock upwards into her hands any time she stopped, she’d have grabbed me again and jerked me off. And then the evening would have been over. I didn’t do it, no matter how much I wanted release. Each time she brought me to the brink and I thought I couldn’t hold out any longer . . . each time she stopped . . . I forced myself to lie perfectly still, my cock twitching, my body aflame, my whole system vibrating.
She would wait a bit, then start again, over and over. I was in heaven.
Little did I know the gates of hell were waiting.
* * * * *
Finally, she stopped. My entire body was afire, my cock twitching, my nipples hard.
She slid off the bed and walked out of the room. I stared at her ass as she disappeared, desperately wanting her to come back. When she did I couldn’t take my eyes off her breasts and her pussy and those gorgeous thighs. I didn’t even see the bag in her hand.
She stood next to the bed above me, then laid the bag on the bed next to me.
She didn’t say a word, just removed a steel bracelet and snapped it around my right wrist. Then she took out a silver chain, hooked it into an eyelet on the bracelet and dragged my arm upwards. As she did, she leaned over me and her breasts swayed just above my eyes.
I heard another snap as she locked the silver chain into place against the iron headboard. My right arm was fully secured.
She walked around the bed and did the same thing with my left arm, then with both my ankles, spread-eagling me on the bed.
My cock continued to throb. She leaned over and encircled it with her lips, ran her tongue under the head and stared at me while she did it. I lurched – and she stopped.
Then she reached into her bag and pulled out a pair of vicious-looking nipple clamps. I nearly cried out in protest, but remembered rule three in time. My nipples were still erect and it wasn’t difficult for her to snap one of the clamps onto each of them.
The pain was incredible, and I did cry out, both times. She just looked at me and shook her head. “I’ll remember that,” she promised.
She fished an adjustable cock ring out of her bag and placed it around the base of my balls and cock before snapping it shut. She found another silver chain and ran it through the eyelets on the two nipple clamps, then down my stomach through an eyelet on the cock ring, joining the two ends together. Then, to test its strength, she yanked on it and I howled with pain as the clamps stretched my nipples.
She just smiled and dug out another, small cock ring and placed it just under the head of my cock. Working quickly now, she left again and returned with a long coil of clothesline. She worked it through an eyelet on the ring at the head of my cock and then climbed on the bed above me. I stared up at her cunt and breasts as she reached for the ceiling and slid the clothesline through a heavy-duty clamp on the ceiling, then back down again.
She eased herself off the bed, stood next to me and stared at me for a bit, wetting her lips. Then she began pulling on the clothesline and stretching my cock upward. I raised my ass to keep the pain at a minimum. But she didn’t stop. She pulled the line taut, then yanked it even higher. My ass rose about a foot off the mattress as I tried to keep myself balanced on my heels and my elbows. My cock and balls were stretched to an almost unbelievable length.
She tied off the line and left me hanging there, then came back with another silver chain. This one she attached to the chain ringing my nipples and balls, then climbed atop me again. She threaded the chain through another clamp on the ceiling, then knelt next to me on the bed and began to pull on it. The pain seared through my nipples as she drew me upward, not stopping until they were distended and constantly throbbing. Then she tied off the chain by attaching it to the headboard.
By this time my body was vibrating with the effort to keep from dropping my ass and having my cock torn off – and from trying to keep my chest raised so my nipples wouldn’t be ripped away. I was weeping uncontrollably, and it displeased her.
“Get hold of yourself,” she ordered. “Shut up!”
I whimpered to a halt, hung there, waiting. She stood at the foot of the bed where I could see her, sweat glistening on her forehead and her breasts, her breath coming in small pants. She was obviously turned on again and I didn’t know what would happen next. All I knew was that despite everything, my cock was still hard – and the pain in my nipples had begun to turn into pleasure. She came up beside me and tweaked the silver chain. I lurched again – but this time I bit my lip. The pain and the pleasure were merging into one.
She returned to the foot of the bed, staring at me, and began to play with herself. Her fingertips drifted over her nipples and across her stomach, worked their way down to her thighs and back up again to her cunt. I don’t know how long she played, but the pace of her breathing increased and she began to tremble. She never stopped staring at my cock and my nipples, and I watched as desire took her over the top. She screamed repeatedly when she came, trembled in place for 30 seconds or more – then slumped to the floor, disappearing from view, and didn’t rise again for the longest time. The pain in my cock and my nipples was intense, but I gritted my teeth, and as I thought about her body and what she might still have in store for me the pain segued into pleasure.
When she finally rose, she didn’t say a word, just looked at my engorged cock and distended nipples and smiled. She unhooked the silver chain, disengaged the clothesline, and let me sink back onto the mattress. She unhooked my wrists and my ankles, removed all her toys, then stood at the end of the bed.
“I loved seeing you like that,” she whispered through clenched teeth. “I loved seeing you take whatever pain I gave you.”
I was exhausted, could hardly lift my head from the bed. She was still naked, but she was holding something new.
A candle.
It was lit.
“Now I want you just to lie there,” she said. “I’m going to do a little decorating on your cock and balls. Don’t you dare move.”
She came toward me, held the candle a foot or so above my cock – and then tipped it sideways.
Hot wax spilled over the edge and landed on the head of my cock. I yelped with pain and jerked away -- and she turned to me, quickly swinging her other hand and smacking me across the face. “Shut up!” she said. “I told you not to move!”
Five more times she tipped her candle. The pain was excruciating. And when she finished she looked at me and said, “You’ve been making a lot of sounds – and I’ve been keeping track. I’m going to have to punish you again. Stand up!”
I did the best I could, crawling off the bed, falling to my knees, then standing.
“Walk over there,” she pointed, and I saw a hassock in the corner.
“Lean over,” she ordered, and I did, stretching myself across the hassock. She wrapped a rope around my wrists, dragged it under the hassock, and tied it to my ankles. I couldn’t move.
She left the room for a moment, came back with two paddles and a whip. She showed them to me, one by one, and grinned at me. My head was on a level with her pussy, and she moved it into my face, just stood there for a moment. I tried to reach her cunt with my tongue, but she pulled away and walked around behind me.
She used both paddles, then the whip, on my ass and my thighs. The first few blows hurt terribly, but, once again, by the time she’d gotten fully into her rhythm pleasure had joined the pain and my cock was throbbing beneath me. And when she finished, she walked around in front of me again, forcibly lifted my head and stuffed my face into her cunt.
“Lick it!” she commanded. “Bring me off again!”
I did the best I could despite my awkward position, and it must have been enough because soon her thighs were squeezing the side of my head and her entire body was shaking.
She released me from the hassock and told me to stand. My cock had never softened, not even after all the pain she’d dished out. It was still engorged, and she caressed it a couple of times.
“I still have a lot of use for this,” she said.
“It’s
She pulled on my cock, drew me onto the middle of her bed, guided me inside her.
When I left at
She stood in the doorway as I left, her gorgeous body filling my senses -- her long dark hair, her perfect breasts, her gaping pussy, her thighs. I knew I’d be back. I knew I’d torment myself all week with thoughts of her and would probably watch dozens of videos and tease my cock to the bursting point. But never beyond . . .
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