Yin and Yang.
I held the passenger side car door open for Chiara and extended my hand for her to hold on to as she exited my vehicle. Her manicured, delicate and slender hand looked obscenely unbefitting wrapped in my rugged hand. I admired her toned, slender legs as she turned in the SUV's seat, placed her stiletto-clad feet on the underground parking lot cement floor, and with the grace of a ballerina exited my vehicle.
Chiara placed her hands on my chest, turned me around and pushed me against the vehicle. She leaned into me and seductively smiled as she pressed her breasts against my torso.
"I love the gentleman in you, Gil. It makes me weak in the knees," she purred and nipped at my lower lip with her teeth.
I smiled and replied, "I appreciate that you are well versed in how to behave in the presence of a gentleman, Chiara."
She pouted and whispered, "It," she paused to slowly trace her tongue over my whiskered chin and across my lips, "misses your brutal touch. It's been weeks since you made me come." Her pout turned in to a mischievous grin when she referred to the smooth, plump, hairless slit between her long, slender legs as 'It.' She turned around, stood on her toes and wiggled her ass against my cock. "Slap my cunt. It won't take any time at all for me to cum. I'll be quiet, I promise. I'm so fucking horny, Gil. Please?" she cooed like a wildcat in heat.
I slid my right hand around her neck, gripped her throat, and pulled her tight against my body. Chiara gasped, slid both her hands between our bodies and clawed at my growing cock.
I softly growled in her ear, "I also appreciate that you are well versed in how to behave in the presence of a wolf, Chiara."
She growled in a breathy voice, "I love the wolf in you, too. It makes me weak in my pussy." She gasped and begged, "Hit my cunt, please!" The quiver in her voice gave credence to the urgency of her plight. She needed me to exorcise the burning demon between her legs.
Chiara possesses impeccable social graces when she is in public. She prides herself in being able to be the most charming and perfect hostess or the perfect guest. She also takes great pride in being the perfect submissive in a private setting. She will be as twisted and dirty as any man or woman she's with desires her to be.
With the meaty part of her ear trapped between my teeth, I softly growled, "My beautiful whore needs to come?"
She snaked her tongue across her lips and shivered in anticipation. Chiara pulled the hem of her body-hugging dress up and over her hips and spread her quivering legs. She offered me her bare, throbbing slit to strike. "Please, Gil, I need to come. I'm so fucking horny. Don't make me beg. I haven't seen you in five weeks."
I grinned to myself. I could feel the goosebumps rise on her scented flesh as I brushed my nose and lips slowly across the side of her neck.
"Please," she panted. The word fluttered in the air for a fleeting second after it had left her lips.
Chiara is a masochist with a very high pain threshold. She is the ideal Yang to compliment the Yin sadist in me.
I grunted and pushed her away from me. Chiara snapped her head around and glared at me from over her shoulder. I grinned at her, lowered my head, and growled long and low. Compared to the demon that possessed her dripping pussy at that instant, it is by far the lesser of two evils compared to things I do to her - Or that I won't do to her.
Acts of inflicting intense sensations, creating the perfect medley of agony and ecstasy, keeping a woman in a state of extreme arousal, anticipation, and not knowing what and when the next sensation she will be made to feel, arouses me just as much as it arouses the lovely lady I hold at my mercy - Or at the lack of my mercy.
My lust is fueled by the way a woman reacts to intense sensations, both physically and mentally. I get off on knowing that I control what emotions and sensations she will be made to experience. Nothing is more beautiful or satisfying to me than holding a woman shuddering with a combination of sexual nervousness, anticipation, and heightened arousal.
I love to look them in the eye and read their body language as their arousal increases. The height of my arousal occurs when the line between pain and pleasure is blurred. The place that exists in their body and mind where they cannot differentiate which sensation is which. The headspace they enter where the brain interprets fingertips gently caressing her inner thigh, or the sting of my belt across her breasts as pure, sexual stimulation inching her closer to an orgasm.
The mere thought of a woman surrendering her entire self to me, allowing me to inflict pain and pleasure in creative ways, and fucking with her mind makes my cock grow hard as blue steel.
I am a sadist - A very skilled sadist. I am also very skilled at the art of Kinbaku. I am unapologetic in what I put women through to sate my sexual desires and get off. I make it clear to a potential play partner that I will push them to limits they have never approached before. I want them to experience familiar sensations with an intensity they never knew existed.
But, I am not for everyone.
"Keep it in your panties a bit longer, Chiara. Besides, it was your idea to go see a play. I recall you mentioning that we never engage in 'normal people' stuff," I grinned and winked at her.
Chiara tugged and pulled the hem of her dress down over her ass, and hissed, "Prick!"
"You are going to make us late for the play," I chuckled and I offered her my arm.
Chiara gets great sexual satisfaction from being submissive, but she's as tough as nails and has the spirit of a battle-tested warrior.
"Fuck you, Gil," she snapped. Chiara slapped my bent arm away and headed for the exit to the street. "I am perfectly capable of walking without having to hold on to your arm."
I tilted my head back and feigned shock. "Chiara, that wasn't very ladylike."
She flipped back her hair with a shake of her head, raised her right arm, and gave me the finger.
"Neither is flipping me off," I chuckled.
She stopped dead in her tracks, growled and raised both her arms in the air and extended both her middle fingers.
"You are so sexy when you are mad and horny," I grinned.
"You are infuriating when you're an asshole!" she snarled. Chiara stopped walking, turned around and waited for me to catch up to her. "I was going to invite you to watch Bob tie me at his salon tomorrow evening, but now you can forget about it."
Her impromptu declaration caught me off guard.
"Whispering Rope Bob, the con-artist?" I laughed to hide my distaste for the man. I never understood the need for an adult to give themselves a moniker.
Chiara noticed the edge in my voice. "Yes," she grinned. She was pleased with herself at successfully getting a rise out of me.
"He's a flake, Chiara."
"His approach to rope bondage isn't sexual. Or, might I add, as perverted and twisted as yours. It's designed to be therapeutic and artistic. I happen to find it endearing that he's a sensitive soul," she countered.
I chuckled, "Right, and by endearing and sensitive you surely mean that his fake crying as he gropes unsuspecting women whilst tying them isn't sexual in the least to him. Rope bondage is all about sex. Yes, sex can be therapeutic at times; there is irrefutable scientific proof that it is." I huffed as I tried to stop the images of Bob touching Chiara flashing in my mind. "When was the last time you were tied and didn't get aroused?"
Chiara has a large sexual appetite and is the perfect rope bottom. She is athletic, flexible, strong, and always in near peak physical condition. Her exercise regimen is rigorous. At forty-five years of age, her tight, toned body is the envy of any woman half her age. She is also an accomplished Rope Top. Chiara teaches Japanese rope bondage in a small, second-floor studio she rents. She charges a small fee per class that goes towards the rental of the unit.
"Stop picking on him, Gil. He is sensitive and very in-tune with his emotions and he isn't afraid of talking about them. You should take notice, women are attracted to that."
I cringed. "Now you're just busting my balls. I am sure that a minute ago, when you spread your legs and begged me to hit your cunt, it had everything to do with how sensitive I am. I'm a man, and I won't apologize for it." I chuckled and asked, "Remind me of his philosophy as to why he refuses to suspend someone? He's a flake."
"He's not a flake. He's a master of the art of gentle rope bondage. He only teaches and practices floor-ties to keep everyone grounded," she smiled like a cat that was about to pounce on an unsuspecting canary. "And" she paused a moment and stared me down to ensure she had my complete attention, "I find him charmingly cute. He's asked me many times to rope bottom for him, and I finally said yes to his offer." The next words she uttered were filled with venom. "I'm sure Bob would make me come any time I asked him to. I wouldn't have to beg for it. A girl has to get it where she can, Mr. Renard." Chiara turned and continued walking towards the exit to the street to emphasize her point.
I wanted to laugh but I couldn't. "His non-existent rope skills are the equivalent to sleeping pills. If you've been having trouble falling asleep, by all means, allow him to tie you." I grunted and added, "Keep everyone grounded - My ass. A deceitful saying is still just a lie."
"Jealousy is so unbecoming, Gil," she batted her eyes as she casually rolled the words off her tongue.
I chuckled, "Jealousy is not what I am feeling at this moment, Chiara. I should participate at Snoring Rope Bob's open salon. It would be worth it to watch him faint from watching what I'd do to his students; the sensitive soul that he is."
Chiara smirked and calmly asked, "Would you like me to ask Bob if he will allow you to participate?"
I huffed and replied, "I'd rather ask a cannibal for a blow job." I slipped my arm around Chiara's waist as she snickered. "Let's enjoy the play."
Poetry in motion.
Just before noon, on Sunday, Chiara called my cellular phone. "Good morning, Chiara," I greeted her.
"Good morning to you, too, Gil," she replied. "I met a most delightful young lady at the demonstration last night. I had to call and let you know. She is beautiful to watch as she ties. It's poetry in motion. Would you like to meet her? I took the liberty of mentioning you to her. She is very interested in meeting you to talk about the not so gentle things you do to women."
I chuckled, "A student of the Sleeping Rope School wants to meet me? I find that impossible to believe. Anytime I have had the misfortune of running into one of the flake's students at an event, I get nothing but icy stares, huffs, puffs and whispering behind my back from them. But I do get a kick out of scaring them."
Chiara replied in a very uncharacteristic, overly cheerful and passive voice, "Aww, don't take it personal, Gil. You are imposing and sexually threatening, after all. Back to Megan, she's not a student of Bob's. She is in town for two weeks visiting a friend of hers that takes classes with Bob. She is very cute and incredibly sharp, Gil. I think you'd like her."
I ignored her offer to meet with the young lady, fought the urge to laugh and asked, "How did you sleep last night, Chiara?"
It took a moment for Chiara to reply. I could picture her jaw clench and her eyes close as she counted silently to ten in her head. "Say it, Gil. I know that smug tone in your voice. Go on; tell me you told me so."
I snickered and replied, "Where would the fun be in that? I want to hear you say the words. That's where all the entertainment is."
Chiara huffed and hissed, "You are a sadistic prick! Alright, I'll say it. You were right." Gone was the passive tone in Chiara's voice.
I wasn't about to let Chiara get off that easy. I wanted to wind her up tighter. "What was I right about, Chiara? Please refresh my memory."
Chiara sighed out loud. "Bob is a flake. He can't tie for shit. He spent more time groping me than handling the rope. There, are you satisfied?"
I snickered, "I am more than satisfied. Thank you."
Chiara chuckled, "His hands are disgustingly sweaty all the time."
I laughed out loud, "It just gets better!"
"Are you done now?" Chiara snapped. "Are you interested in meeting Megan, or not?"
"Tell me he cried. Please tell me that he cried while he groped you with his sweaty hands. If he didn't cry, were denied the entire experience, Chiara."
"Ugh! You're worse than a child!" Chiara shrieked.
I continued laughing long after Chiara had hung up on me. My thoughts turned to the young lady she had mentioned. Chiara obviously recognized a talent, or something unique in her. She has an eye for picking out the 'out of the ordinary' in people. She is usually right in sensing if an individual has a penchant for sexual acts that veer off the path of the norm.
I texted Chiara that I trusted her judgement, thanked her for thinking of me, and that I was indeed interested in meeting Megan.
A few minutes before noon, Chiara called me again. She informed me that Megan could meet me at three that afternoon, at a pub in the downtown core.
I chuckled, "Only if she's smoking hot."
"Keep it in your pants, Gil. Megan is looking for a mentor," she laughed. "She's sweet. Don't you dare scare her with your 'Big Bad Wolf' routine!"
"Not even just a little fright?" I grinned. "You are well aware it's not a routine. The Big Bad Wolf is a vital component of my charm."
"No, you may not, Gil!" Chiara scolded me. "I'll remind you that my grandmother on my father's side was a gypsy. I'll put a curse on you if I find out you so much as looked at her sideways. I'm dead serious, Gil."
I smiled and rubbed my goatee as I asked, "What kind of curse? It might be worth it if I get to scare your sweet, innocent, Megan."
Chiara replied, "The kind of curse that'll shrivel your cock and balls and turn them to dust. Are we clear?"
"Loud and clear, Ma'am. You are a scary lady, Chiara," I laughed. "I'm not superstitious but, just to be on the safe side, you have my word that Megan will be introduced to the gentleman in me."
"Good boy," Chiara chuckled.
A little knowledge is a dangerous thing, Megan.
Megan was seated at the back of the pub at a booth for two. I recognized her by the description Chiara provided me. I made my way to her to introduce myself. She looked up from her mobile phone as I approached and stared at me in silence.
"Megan?" I asked with a chuckle.
She nodded and cautiously asked, "Gil?" She was understandably nervous meeting with a complete stranger to discuss deviant sexual behavior.
I smiled and replied, "In the flesh. It's a pleasure to meet you, Megan. May I sit down?"
She chuckled and replied, "Of course. Sorry, I'm a bit nervous."
We ordered drinks and engaged in polite small talk to get a feel for each other. When Megan became comfortable enough in my presence, she asked, "How can pain be sexually arousing to anyone?" I studied the expression on Megan's face as she spoke. Her eyes had widened as she asked her question. Perhaps her eyes hadn't widened enough to be noticed by the inexperienced, but they widened enough for a seasoned pervert like me to notice a tell-tale-sign of arousal. "That is what I am struggling to understand. If I step on a Lego piece with my bare foot, as an example, I promise you I don't get wet." When she finished asking her question her cheeks became noticeably flush. She was out of her comfort zone discussing her curiosity of masochism.
I nodded in agreement and asked, "You've stepped on a Lego piece?"
Megan clenched her jaw and nodded as the memory returned to her.
"The idea of rough sex and pain arouses and terrifies at the same time, Megan?"
She nodded.
I smiled and asked, "Have you ever had your ass playfully spanked."
She nodded again and coyly grinned.
"When you answered my first and third question, the memory of the sensations caused you to react in two very different ways."
Megan quickly replied, "Of course they would have. One was pleasurable and the other caused me great pain."
I smiled. "You only recalled the memories. You did not re-experience the physical sensations. Yet, your body and brain reacted as if you had. If you're aware of it or not, Megan, the reactions were very similar to each other. Your heart rate increased, your breathing became quicker, and you got a rush of adrenaline from each memory. One reaction was designed to help you cope with the pain. The other reaction was designed to increase your state of arousal."
Megan huffed and scrunched her lips. She was struggling with the concept of masochism and her attraction to it.
I nodded to let her know I understood her frustration, and said, "Kinks and fetishes are very confusing to understand and, as scientists and psychologists discovered, they are also very difficult to prove why they exist. Let's assume that for you, a smack on the ass is the minimum requirement to give you a small sexual rush. If you were interested in exploring a more intense sexual rush, you would have to steadily increase the stimuli towards the 'Lego' end of the spectrum to find your sweet spot."
Megan sat up straight and replied, "Okay. That makes sense."
I chuckled. "I can explain to you with a high degree of certainty why inflicting pain arouses me. I can also assure you that you will receive a myriad of different explanations if you ask everyone with a fetish why they get aroused. Some of them will admit that they don't know why they enjoy it; they just know that they do. We all like to believe that we make decisions and choices based on logic, by weighing the pros and cons of any decision we have to make. It gives us a self-sense of intelligence, and that we are in control. In reality, logic sometimes is an illusion; we make decisions and behave in certain ways because of our instincts and our personality type. I have no proof, but if I had to guess, I would wager that regardless of what sexually stimulates us, it partially depends on what we have been influenced by when we begin to become aware of our sexuality — nature versus nurture. I believe at the foundation of whatever arouses us, at its core is our need to connect on an intimate level with others. Some alpha types are sexually stimulated only by being submissive. Logically, that could be interpreted as a contradiction. That it exists, though, proves that there is more than just logic at work, not only in the choices we make, but what influences us in the choices we make."
Megan studied my face as I spoke. She shifted in her chair and asked, "So if I get aroused at the thought of being tied and manhandled, my brain tells me it's wrong but my instinct tells me to go for it?"
I chuckled. "You are closer to understanding. Think of the basic instinct of fight or flight. It is triggered in both the hunter and the prey as a survival mechanism. Now, think of how you could use that to your advantage to get the thrill and the rush of adrenaline that makes you feel alive, in a safe and controlled environment."
Megan giggled nervously and whispered, "In that scenario, it could be referred to as fuck or flight."
I laughed at her reply. "You are witty and funny. May I ask you two questions of a very personal nature, Megan?"
Megan eagerly nodded.
"Have you ever had to stop in the middle of sex because it was causing you or your partner too much discomfort, or because the pleasure sensations had passed? I do not require any of the details. It's a yes or no question."
Megan glanced quickly around the bar as she shifted uncomfortably in her chair. She took a small sip of wine and replied, "On a few occasions, yes."
"Communication between everyone involved in a session is paramount. Remember that." I waited for Megan to acknowledge she understood. She nodded and I continued, "Have you ever been sore or in pain for days after a good, hard, proper fucking. Where the discomfort was not only pleasurable, but also sexually arousing?" I asked my follow up question to Megan cold and void of any emotion.
Megan darted her eyes away from mine. Her cheeks flushed quickly with a red glow. My choice of words had caught her off guard and made her extremely uncomfortable.
She cleared her throat and regained her composure. "That is a very rude way to ask a question to someone you just met, Gil."
I chuckled and replied, "Apologies for my rudeness, Megan. It was regrettably necessary to act in a manner unbefitting of a gentleman to prove a point." I downed the rest of the scotch in my glass and continued. "Allow me to explain. I asked permission to ask you two personal questions. You agreed and granted me the permission to without providing me any boundaries of what I could ask you. By your reaction, I could sense that it made you uncomfortable. Perhaps you also got aroused. You did, after all, make the choice to allow me to ask the questions and answer the questions, even though they triggered mixed emotions in you."
Megan wasn't pleased, but nodded in agreement.
"My second question, though, caught you completely off guard. Logically, you probably expected the second question to have a less intense effect. Your brain signaled that the most uncomfortable part was over. You knew the second question would be similar to the first, but, since you were more relaxed, or recovered from whatever anxiety and perhaps embarrassment answering my first question triggered, you were not expecting the effect of my second question to have a more intense and profound effect on your body and mind. The second question, or stimuli, triggered your brain to release hormones to assist you in dealing with the shock."
"It was very rude of you, Gil. Period," she whispered across the table.
I smiled and nodded. "Yet, it wasn't rude enough for you to get up from the table and leave. You chose to persevere. It did not exceed the limits of what you were willing to endure. The same principle applies to physical and emotional stimulation, regardless of its intensity."
She huffed and took a big gulp of wine to stall for time and not reply to me. I did not press Megan for an explanation as to why she decided to continue our conversation. The waitress came to our table and asked if we were ready for another round of drinks.
"Would you like another glass of wine, Megan? Or have I worn out my welcome with you?"
Megan nodded. "One more drink, then I must leave to meet friends."
The waitress nodded and said she'd be right back.
"I want you to think about what I am going to say next. No reply is required." I waited for Megan to agree to what I asked of her. She nodded. "Which of my questions caused a more intense reaction in you? Now that you have had time to recover from the initial shock, anxiety, embarrassment, and perhaps arousal, have I damaged you in any way, physically or emotionally?"
Megan brought the glass of wine to her lips and took a sip as she thought of all the emotions and feelings that my two questions had evoked in her. She met my gaze and said, "Logic and instinct. Interesting. I will admit that arousal was one of the feelings that both your questions triggered in me. Your second question definitely amplified them all. And no, you haven't damaged me in any way." She leaned towards me and added, "Therefore, if someone knew that the pain wouldn't cause any permanent damage, but would only intensify their arousal, and ultimately provide a very intense orgasm. You could logically harness the reward system in our brains to get a bigger rush."
I grinned and replied, "Logic has nothing to do with it. It is pure instinct, regardless if you're aware of it or not. If your brain doesn't need to pump hormones, to give you the rush you referred to, it won't. There are countless activities that can reproduce that kind of rush. Make no mistake, Megan, the more extreme types of activities you participate in, the greater the risk is to get hurt, and, the possibility of permanent damage is ever existent. The rush you referred to is, after all, is a self-preservation mechanism to protect us from potential harm. When you willing make the choice to ignore the warning, and if you participate in high-risk activity chasing after the thrill of the rush, be it jumping out of a plane or being tied up and whipped, you will learn that things can go sideways at any time and without warning, no matter how skilled, prepared and careful you are."
Megan leaned closer to me and whispered, "Have you ever unintentionally injured anyone?"
I chuckled, "Does the thought of me hurting someone to sate my sexual needs arouse you?"
Megan swallowed hard as she sheepishly nodded. "Yes. Prior to meeting you, it was only the idea of a man being rough with me. But now that I've met you, it has more to do with how you look, how you carry yourself, and the vibe I get from you. I think you are very comfortable in being in control, which in turn would make it easy for me," Megan caught herself and quickly added, "I meant to say someone - to submit to you."
I nodded and asked, "Do you get aroused at the thought of inflicting pain on someone?"
Megan shook her head. "No. I don't believe I could ever do that. But the thought of someone dominating another person, or me, excites me."
I smiled at her. "I have unintentionally injured many play partners. If you play with fire long enough, you will get burned. I have been on the receiving end of being hurt, too. And have the scars to prove it."
Megan's expression turned to a look of confusion. "I thought you only top? How could you possibly get hurt?"
I laughed and replied, "Fucking," I paused to gauge Megan's reaction. Her eyes widened slightly. "Forgive my choice of words."
She chuckled and said, "Please continue."
"Would you agree that fucking is inherently a violent act? Not to be confused with an act of violence, of course."
She nodded. "I get the point. Yes, it could be interpreted as an inherently a violent act. Having something hard plunged in and out of your ..."
I chuckled. "The second question I asked you. Was the answer to it yes?"
The waitress returned with our drinks. Megan waited for her to place our drinks on the table and take away our empty glasses before continuing.
Megan grinned and nodded. "I'm a little embarrassed, but the answer is yes."
"Regardless of how hard you were being fucked whilst in the throes of passion. Your brain had released enough hormones to dampen the pain signals it was receiving and primed your body for an orgasm. If the pain gets too great, our self-preservation instinct kicks in, and we do what we have to do to make it stop. That scenario is what we try to avoid. Add restraints, whips, paddles, clamps and other equipment to the mix, and the risk of injury increases. There have been many times my cock was raw after a session from how roughly I used it. When I am throat fucking a woman, every thrust of my cock isn't perfect in sliding between her tongue and palate to the back of her throat. My cock has scraped against teeth many times. Flailing fists, elbows, knees and feet have split my lips open, given me black eyes and bruises anywhere you can imagine on my body. Slips, trips and equipment failure can happen at any time. Your teeth and pretty, painted nails are weapons. I have been bitten and scratched all over my body." I winked at Megan and added, "My attraction to immobilizing naughty ladies with my rope probably evolved from fearing for my safety." I chuckled and added, "You women are a frightful bunch, especially in a sexually aroused state."
Megan laughed and nodded. "And don't you forget it, Mister Renard."
I chuckled, "I can't, Megan. Instinct won't allow me to." I took a sip of my drink. "You also have to realize that just because the thought of something excites you; it doesn't mean that you would ever participate in the activity. Chiara keeps inviting me to skydive. She tells me it is the ultimate rush for her. Yes, I can understand how and why skydiving is a thrilling experience but, to be honest, it scares the shit out of me. When it comes to skydiving, my fight or flight choice will always be the latter. Everyone has limits, Megan. Like everyone else, you have to discover and define yours."
Megan nodded, then pursed her lips and coyly asked, "Would you be willing to provide me some examples? You can change the names to protect the guilty."
I grinned and replied, "You are an interesting, young lady, Megan. I will provide you a few examples. Before I do, it is important that you understand the fact that pain is not the opposite of pleasure. How we perceive and experience both sensations is very similar."
Megan's ears perked up. "Don't keep me in suspense, Gil."
I grinned and replied, "I'm a sadist, Megan. Of course I am going to keep you in suspense." I held her gaze as I took a sip of my scotch. "Chiara gets a sexual thrill from eating cake off my ass on her birthday."
Megan sighed in disappointment. "That's it?"
I nodded and smiled. "To each their own."
"What else?" Megan whispered. The lowering of her voice was a subconscious signal that she was ready for me to provide her a dirtier tale.
"A married, female friend of mine, who is a gynecologist by profession, has a tickling fetish. She asked me to assist her to exploring different scenarios. After much experimenting, she found that being strapped to her gyno chair with her arms and legs completely immobilized, and having her mouth duct taped shut, was the pinnacle of sexual arousal for her. All I have to do, to send her into a wild frenzy, is tell her I am going to tickle the soles of her feet. The closer I bring my wiggling fingers to her feet, the more hysterical she becomes. I have to be careful not to make contact with the soles of her feet. If I do, the entire scene is ruined for her, the moment passes. After about half an hour of her crying, muffled screams, and struggling to get free, the torment I put her through peaks and she is rewarded with a gushing orgasm. She tells me she feels reset emotionally and physically afterwards."
Megan cringed, "I would die if you did that to me." She placed her elbows on the table and asked, "Does that sexually arouse you? What do you get out of it?"
"I enjoy watching her suffer. And I end our little game with a thorough flogging of her breasts and an ass fucking, then I apply a strip of duct tape on her gaping asshole to keep my cum inside her."
Megan gasped. "Kinky. I like the idea of knowing she feels your cum in her ass for hours afterwards."
I looked at Megan and sternly warned, her, "Before you rush into any of this, please always remind yourself that a little knowledge is a dangerous thing. At this moment, Megan, you possess a little knowledge. You could be taken advantage of and hurt, if you choose a play partner that possesses little to no knowledge, also."
"I will remember those words of wisdom," she replied.
"If you ever need a reminder, think of the two questions I asked you and your reactions to them. Then imagine being tied and helpless and being at someone's mercy," I warned her.
Her phone vibrated and chimed. She pouted as she stood from her chair and said, "I'm already late. I really must be on my way to meet friends, Gil. Thank you for meeting with me, and for the fascinating conversation."
I stood from my chair and replied, "The pleasure was all mine, Megan."
Megan took a deep breath and softly laughed as she shook her head. "I can't believe I am going to ask this. Would you consider allowing me to watch you and Chiara in a session? Our chat has left me way beyond curious."
I laughed, "I'm sure Chiara would make herself available if you asked her. She enjoys an audience. Perhaps we could take turns tying Chiara. She tells me you are quite the artist with rope."
"I would love that," Megan smiled.
Enter the Hummingbird.
Megan and Chiara were chatting at the studio when I arrived. Chiara hugged and kissed me on the cheek. "You accepted our invitation, so, I assume Megan is hot enough for you?"
I winked at Megan and chuckled, "She'll do. Hello again, Megan."
Megan snickered, "I'm relieved to know that I meet your minimum requirements, Gil. And, thank you for agreeing to this."
Megan is a very beautiful young lady. Her long, chestnut brown hair was tied in a ponytail. She's a full head shorter than Chiara. Megan's breasts are larger than Chiara's and were held in place firmly against her chest by a gray, tight sports bra. Her flat belly was exposed from under her breasts to mid-way down her hips, as were her slender and toned legs. The gray, tight, elastic shorts she wore showed off the plump mound between her legs. The sight made my cock twitch and shift in my pants.
"Don't thank me just yet, Megan. How I tie is not for the faint of heart," I replied as I grabbed two hanks of rope from a neatly stacked pyramid from a self on the wall I was standing next to, and tossed them to Megan.
She trapped the ropes between her forearms and chest and gave Chiara a quizzical look. As is if to ask Chiara what she had gotten herself in to.
Chiara huffed and sternly warned me, "Giiil, remember your promise."
I winked at Chiara and said to Megan, "Show me what got, Megan. Tie Chiara in a two-rope, suspension bearing chest harness of your choice. I want her arms, palm to elbow behind her back. Then, untie her and I'll give it go."
Megan smiled and replied, "You'll show me yours if I show you mine."
I chuckled, "Cheeky. I like you, Megan."
Chiara wore a red, silk kimono with a white sash tied around her waist. She grinned at me as undid the sash, opened the kimono to expose her naked body, and let it slip off her shoulders and fall to the ground. "Megan is fine with me being naked, if you were wondering, Gil," she informed me.
I replied, "No complaints from me, either."
I watched on in focused silence as Megan wound and pulled and tied the ropes around Chiara. She was methodical; her movements were crisp, clean and calculated. She exerted the minimum amount energy possible. The precision of her movements and her rope handling skill was masterful. None of her movements were wasted. It was as if she tied to the beat of a metronome that only she could hear. When she had to move to position herself around Chiara's body, she moved like a hummingbird flying from flower to flower, and hovered just long enough to weave or tie the rope, without disturbing Chiara's stillness or her own center of gravity. Megan possessed perfect control of the tension in the rope and the path it travelled. I was impressed.
When she had completed the chest harness, she stepped away from Chiara and looked at me. I nodded and Megan proceeded to untie Chiara. "Time to show me yours, Gil," she grinned as she tossed me the two ropes.
I narrowed my eyes and slightly lowered my head as I replied, "I won't be offended if you leave before I've completed the tie, Megan. You are free to make an exit anytime you please." I grabbed a fistful of Chiara's hair and forced her to her knees, yanked her head back and stared into her eyes. "I've kept my word. The next part is out of my control."
Chiara licked her lips and grinned in agreement.
I knelt behind Chiara and began to tie the same chest harness as Megan had, without any of the gentleness that she had displayed. When I needed Chiara to lean forward, backward, or sideway, I'd grab a fistful of her hair, or one of her breasts, and forcefully bend her body into position. I leaned hard on Chiara and used my weight to lock her twisted body in uncomfortable positions as I dug the rope into her flesh. Where Megan maneuvered her body to orbit around Chiara's, I manipulated Chiara's body to accommodate my stance.
Chiara whimpered, yelped and moaned as I tied her. Having to counter the pressure I applied to her body put a heavy strain on all her muscles and joints. The harder each muscle in her body worked, the faster her heart had to pump blood to provide the increased need of oxygen, and the more aroused she became. I was softening her up - tiring her body would ensure her state of awareness would be heightened. In that state, she would be able to endure more.
After I had slipped the rope under her breasts, I grabbed them one after the other, squeezed them hard and pulled them upwards to work the rope tight and sung under each breast. I looked at Megan as I slapped each of Chiara's bound tits. Megan jumped with a start each time my open hand made hard contact with Chiara's soft tit meat.
Chiara was covered in thin coat of sweat from head to toe by the time I had completed the tie. Megan stood stiff and still. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. She was trying to process what she had just witnessed and how it had made her feel. The moisture between her legs made her uncomfortable. Surely, the almost violent demonstration she had witnessed should not have aroused her.
Chiara yelped out loud when I gripped her throat and shoved her onto back.
"Knees up, legs spread," I ordered.
Chiara obeyed. I unwound a hank of thirty foot rope, folded it in half three times, tied a knot at one end and made an impromptu flogger.
I dangled the ends of the rope back and forth across Chiara's breasts as I positioned myself next to her head, and addressed Megan, "How are you holding up, Megan?"
She cleared her throat and nodded.
"I require a verbal reply. Remember our conversation? Communication between everyone involved in a session is paramount. And make no mistake, being a spectator is participating. Chiara and I need to know you are okay. Are you concerned for Chiara's wellbeing? Are you concerned for your emotional wellbeing? Would you like to leave?" I asked each question sternly.
Megan gathered her thoughts for a moment and replied, "Watching is a much different experience from just talking about it. I am fine so far. But, yes, I am concerned for Chiara."
"Ask her if she's fine," I ordered Megan.
"Are you okay, Chiara?"
Chiara kept her eyes closed as she replied, "Mmm, I am better than okay, Meagan. Things haven't begun to get interesting yet. Gil is just warming me up."
Painting flesh.
I didn't wait for Megan to reply, I swung the makeshift flogger hard against Chiara's breasts. She writhed and yelped out loud. I struck her breasts four more times and snarled at Chiara, "Don't come just yet, whore."
Chiara moaned and wheezed, "I need to come from a strike of your hand!"
I walked the length of her body, turned, and positioned myself between Chiara's bent and spread legs. I placed the heel of my foot on the ground and rested its sole on Chiara's slick slit. Slowly I increased the pressure on her pussy by leaning forward. I grunted and flogged her breasts with a steady rhythm. Chiara clenched her jaw and dug her chin hard into her shoulder to keep from crying out from the steadily increasing heat and sting in her breasts and the pressure applied to her swollen pussy and clit.
When she screamed and turned her shoulders to escape the next lash, I stopped the flogging and freed her pussy from the pressure of my foot. I bent at my waist and flipped Chiara onto her belly.
"Your breasts turned such lovely shade of red, Chiara. I want your back, ass and legs the same color."
I struck her back with the rope. Chiara lifted her head off the floor and moaned. I turned to Megan and ordered her to come closer. "Stand in front of this pain slut's head so that you can watch as I paint her flesh."
Megan obeyed and trotted to position herself a foot away from Chiara's head.
I snarled, "Motivate me, Megan. Take off your top and expose your breasts."
She bit her lower lip and without hesitation removed her top and let it slip from her hand to the ground.
"Lock your hands behind your neck. Be aware of your posture, if you slump your shoulders or do not keep your hands behind your head, I will strike your breasts until they are as red as Chiara's," I sternly warned her.
Megan nodded with a slight shiver and obeyed.
"I am pleased with your obedience. Your breasts are spectacular, Megan. They were made to be bound and marked," I growled.
Megan shivered at my words. She replied in a whisper, "I want to experience that."
I stood straddled over Chiara with my feet on either side of her hips and began striking her back with quick, sharp blows of the rope flogger as I swung my arm and snapped my wrist in a figure eight motion. I shuffled backwards slowly as I painted Chiara's back, ass and legs. She gasped and moaned and jerked each time I struck her. When I had flogged the entire length of her body, her flesh glowed with red streaks from below her neck to above her ankles.
I bent at the waist and pulled Chiara up to her feet by her hair as I locked eyes with Megan. Megan's eyes darted back and forth from Chiara to me.
I pressed my lips to Chiara's ear and growled loud enough for Megan to hear, "Spread your legs, whore."
Chiara gasped and spread her trembling legs, thrust her hips forward, and moaned, "Fuck! Yes!"
Megan was facing Chiara; a few feet separated them. I grinned and calmly said, "Tell Megan how cruel I am, Chiara. Tell her that when you begged me to hit your cunt and make you come, I denied you sweet release."
Chiara met Megan's wide eyed stare and gasped, "I begged Gil to slap my cunt and make me come in an underground parking lot. He decided to be a prick and deny me."
Megan remained still and speechless. She couldn't look away from Chiara after the confession.
"Do you think I am cruel, Megan?" My voice startled her.
Megan shook her head.
I grinned as I clawed at Chiara's pussy. "I will leave the decision of making you come, Chiara, up to Megan. Ask her if I should strike your pussy, or, if I should continue to make you suffer."
Chiara quivered with anticipation. "Please, Megan! Say yes! I need to come. Please say yes!" Her breathy plea sent a powerful shiver down Megan's spine. "I'll tongue fuck your asshole until you come if you say yes."
Megan was dumbstruck. Her chest heaved. She felt lightheaded and sucked in air through her mouth. She had become very aroused at what she was witnessing. The sadistic, psychological torment I was inflicting upon Chiara sent Megan's senses reeling. She couldn't imagine what Chiara was feeling. But watching Chiara writhe and listening to her plea to be to be allowed to come, made Megan's belly flutter and her pussy clench.
"Well, young lady, you have a decision to make. Do you wish to end Chiara's suffering, or do you wish to prolong it?" I sternly asked Megan.
Chiara moaned and thrust her hips forward. "Please! One good smack is all it will take!" she begged Megan.
Megan closed her eyes, and in a quivering voice said, "Yes."
"Open your eyes, Megan. I want you to watch," I snarled.
Megan took a deep breath and held it as she slowly opened her eyes and focused her stare on my hand gripping Chiara's pussy.
"Would you like to strike Chiara's cunt and try make her come, Megan?" I asked. I wanted to test Megan's boundaries and also demonstrate logic versus instinct in a real scenario.
Megan shook her head as her hands flew behind her back in a non-verbal show of refusal and reluctance to strike Chiara's pussy. I grinned and lashed the rope flogger fast and hard across her breasts. Megan shrieked and quickly locked her hands back behind her head.
With a coy grin on my face I said, "You are much crueler than I could ever be, Megan. Chiara is suffering and you won't provide her reprieve from the torment consuming her sweet pussy."
Megan almost sobbed her reply, "I'm sorry, Chiara."
I released Chiara's pussy from my grip and raised my arm in the air. Megan jumped with a start and squealed when my open hand struck Chiara hard between her legs. The wet, hefty smack filled her ears. The thought of how her own pussy would feel if it was struck hard flashed in her mind.
Chiara shrieked and cursed as her pussy clenched tight and she started to come. Her breath caught in her throat, she was deathly still for just an instant. A quiver in her body steadily increased in intensity. When her orgasm peaked, her body shook hard and she let out a long, raspy groan. A stream of liquid squirted out of her pussy and sprayed Megan's thighs. Chiara went limp in my arms. I held on tight to her as she recovered.
I asked Chiara if she was okay. She moaned and replied, "I'm better than okay. Fuck, I needed that. I feel weightless."
I chuckled and asked her, "Can you stand up on your own while I untie you?"
Chiara snuggled tighter against me and replied, "I can, but keep your arms around me a bit longer." Chiara sighed, and asked Megan, "Megan, would you be a dear and untie me? Gil has his hands full." She turned her head to look at Megan and cooed, "Give me a few minutes and I'll make good on my promise. Poor baby, you must be aching to come."
Megan could not reply or make eye contact with Chiara or me.
"Are you okay, Megan?" I asked. "I haven't forgotten about you."
She closed her eyes and did not respond.
I sternly addressed Megan. "Look at me, Megan!" I waited until she made eye contact me. "Are you okay?"
She let out a long sigh of relief. My words brought her back to the moment. She nodded. "Yes, I'm okay. That was an incredibly intense to watch."
I slowly lowered my gaze to Megan's erect nipples, and then to the plump mound between her legs and grinned. "I would say it was intense and undeniably arousing for you. You have dripped through to your shorts, Megan."
The thin, gray material of her skin hugging shorts had absorbed her pussy juice and spread into a dark, wet blotch. Meagan crossed her legs and covered her crotch with both her hands; it was a reaction - instinct - rather than a conscious action. I grunted and lashed the rope flogger hard across her breasts. The rope bit into the soft flesh and her breasts bounced and jiggled on her chest. Megan yelped, grimaced and quickly locked her hands behind her neck again.
"Chiara was right, Meagan, you are a sharp, young lady," I grinned. "How do your breasts feel?"
Megan exhaled hard and replied, "They hurt."
"Hearing you tell me I hurt you makes my cock twitch." I stared at her and asked, "Does the thought of me hurting someone still arouse you?"
Megan nodded. "More so now, Gil. Because it was me you hurt."
"Do you want me to continue to hurt you?"
Megan gasped. She nodded and replied with a quiver in her voice, "Yes."
"Hmmm, what else, Megan? Don't be shy. Do you want me to flog your breasts in a similar manner that I flogged Chiara's? Will you take Chiara up on her offer and allow her to tongue fuck that tight asshole of yours?"
Megan's mind was racing, and her pussy was throbbing like nothing she had ever experienced before. She closed her eyes and quivered. "When will I get this opportunity again?" she thought to herself.
Chiara moaned and writhed in my arms. She was getting horny again. The thought of licking and sucking Megan's ass made her pussy wet. "Untie me, Megan, and I'll alternate between tongue fucking your tight, little asshole and licking Gil's balls while he pounds your pussy with his big, beautiful cock."
Megan surrendered to her arousal and proceeded to untie Chiara. Chiara turned around in my arms and placed her hands on Megan's hips. She slipped her fingers under the waistband of Megan's shorts and slid her hands around to Megan's firm, round ass and pulled her close.
Chiara purred as she gave each of Megan's ass cheeks a firm squeeze, "Let's get you out of these wet shorts and have a look at that pretty pussy I am so curious to see." She slowly kissed her way down Megan's body, and at the same time slid the shorts down and over Megan's hips to her ankles. Chiara knelt before her. Megan placed her hands on my shoulders to steady herself as she stepped out of her shorts.
Show me the Wolf.
I locked eyes with Megan and softly growled, "You two are making it hard for me to keep the wolf at bay."
Megan swallowed hard, parted her dry lips and licked them. She met my steely gaze with a frightened, doe like stare and in a breathy whisper said, "Show him to me, Gil."
Her words sent a shiver through me. My cock twitched hard and grew fully erect. I grabbed her by the throat and pulled her face to mine. My eyes narrowed and my lips slowly formed a snarl upon my face. "Pleased to meet you, Megan," I growled. I kissed her mouth hard, released the grip on her throat and ordered, "Cup your tits in your hands. Present them to me and offer them to my rope, Megan."
She obeyed immediately. She cupped her breasts and lifted them off her chest. I swung the tassels of rope hard across the top of both her breasts. Megan sucked in a deep, hissing breath through clenched teeth. I allowed her a moment settle into the sting and the rising heat of the blow.
Chiara positioned herself in front of Megan. Her mouth was inches away from the slick slit between Megan's legs. "Such a pretty pussy; hairless and dripping honey. I am dying to taste it, Gil. May I?" Chiara asked in a sultry and breathy voice.
I struck Megan's tits again and replied to Chiara, "Suck on it to your heart's content, Chiara. Do not make her come. That privilege belongs to my cock. You two naughty ladies have the wolf's full attention."
Chiara let out a long sigh as she licked at Megan's slick pussy. Megan shivered and her knees buckled from the sensation. I tugged Megan's breast away from her chest by its nipple and struck it hard. Megan moaned and bit her lip to stop from crying out. I released her breast and struck Megan's tits with quick, sharp blows of the rope flogger as I swung my arm and snapped my wrist in a figure eight motion. Her flesh turned a glowing red quickly. I stopped the flogging of her breasts - I needed to fuck her.
"Bend over and spread your ass for Chiara," I snarled.
Chiara crawled on her hands and knees and positioned herself behind Megan as she bent at the waist and offered her ass to Chiara's tongue. I slowly pulled the zipper of my pants down and released my pulsating cock. Megan licked her lips as she gripped her ass cheeks and spread them. Chiara licked at Megan's asshole, swirling her tongue in slow circles. Megan gasped at the warm and wet sensation. I grabbed her ponytail and slid my cock into her open mouth to the back of her throat. She gagged and coughed but didn't try to pull away.
Chiara breached Megan's ass with her tongue and slid two fingers deep into Megan's pussy. "She's on fire, Gil. Her poor pussy is hungry for cock."
Megan sucked hard on my cock. I twitched hard in her mouth. "Fuck!" I growled. I pulled Megan upright by her ponytail and lifted her in my arms. She wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. Chiara grabbed my cock and aimed it at Megan's slick, gaping slit. I lowered Megan on my cock until it was buried balls deep in her. She moaned, snapped her head back and bucked her hips. She moaned louder with each urgent, thrust of her hips.
Chiara cooed, "Ooo, she a moaner, Gil. I love watching your big cock stretch out a tight pussy. Does Gil's cock feel good in your pussy, Megan?"
Megan grunted and nodded her head once in reply to Chiara's question. I felt her pussy clench around my cock as she continued to bounce on my cock with increasing urgency. Chiara went back to work on Megan's ass with her tongue. Licking, sucking and forcing it inside her tight hole. She cupped my balls in one hand and massaged them gently.
Megan squeezed her arms tighter around my neck. "Fuuuck! I'm going to come!" she wailed.
I grabbed hold of Megan's hips, lifted her off the shaft of my cock, and held her in midair with only the head of my cock inside of her. "Shove your tongue deep in her ass, Chiara. I want to feel it in her pussy," I growled.
Megan sunk her teeth into the thick muscles of my neck when Chiara's tongue breached her asshole. I felt her body begin to quiver. She was nearing a very intense orgasm. I sunk my fingers into her hips and impaled her rough and hard on my cock. A violent orgasm rocked Megan's body. She gnawed at my neck as she squeezed her legs around my waist with a vice like grip. Her body juddered against me as she surrendered to the orgasm ripping through her.
I was close to blowing my load. Pressure built up quickly at the base of my cock. I grunted, lifted Megan off my cock and thrust my hips upwards as I crashed her hips into mine. The muscles at the base of my cock contracted hard and I erupted deep inside Megan's pussy.
Chiara stopped tonguing Megan's ass when she felt my balls tighten. She cooed and sucked on the base of my cock and Megan's pussy, eagerly waiting for my cum to seep out of her. "Mmm!" she softly growled when she was rewarded with mouthfuls of a thick, cocktail mix of Megan's pussy juice and my thick, hot cum.
Megan slowly relaxed her grip around me as she recovered. She inhaled deep and unlocked her legs from around my waist. My cock slid out of her pussy with a sloppy pop. Chiara quickly took my semi erect cock into her mouth and sucked it clean.
Megan kept her arms around my neck as she tried to stand on her wobbly, unsteady legs. She giggled and excitedly exclaimed, "Sorry. I need more time to get my land legs back. That was crazy intense! I'm shaking so hard on the inside."
I grinned and asked, "Was this all that you hoped it would be?"
I held on to both of Megan's elbows as she knelt next to Chiara. Megan hugged Chiara and replied, "It was so much more than I expected. I was overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensations and emotions, and, I honestly can say that I have never come so hard. The thought of leaving crossed my mind more than once, but I just couldn't bring myself to leave. Overall, it was the most intense experience of my life. It was very scary at times, but just absolutely amazing and thrilling. Thank you, the both of you. And I really am sorry, Chiara, but I couldn't find it in me to hit you."
Chiara cuddled Megan to her bosom, placed a kiss on her forehead and sighed, "Sweet, sweet girl. That was Gil fucking with both our minds. He is the master of mind fucks. He got off on scaring you and prolonging my agony." Chiara winked at me and softly chuckled, "You are a prick, Mr. Renard, my absolute, most favorite prick in the entire world."
Serenity.
Chiara began to gently rock Megan in her arms. Whether Chiara was aware of it or not, her instinct at that moment was to comfort Megan, to put her mind at ease, and to make her feel safe. And whether Megan was aware of it or not, her instinct at that moment was to be comforted by Chiara, and to be reassured that they both were undamaged.
I silently observed the two lovely ladies as they shared a tender moment.
