#5 ~ A Dash of Fantasy

30 Oct

Sir Daniel and Wendy help Naomie change position on the table.  She has been kneeling, face pressed to the table.  Together, they raise her torso and let her settle so she is rocked back on the her heels, thighs spread wide.  Her open palms rest on her thighs.

“Do you want her hands behind her back?” asks Sir Daniel.

“No,” says Sir Evan.  “Not right now.  You know, I was going to use the tweezer clamps, but let’s try the chopsticks instead.”

They turn the table again so that Sir Evan has a clear view of her from the front.  Naomi is distracted by the sensations in her body ~ the dildo filling her ass, a bit of discomfort where Wendy has used the crop on the back of her thighs ~ at least, she assumes it was the crop that Sir Evan had ordered when He said, “Three.”   Wendy is still holding the crop, and Naomi reminds herself not to bite her lower lip.

All these thoughts swimming in her mind, and she suddenly becomes aware that Sir Daniel has ~ what is that?  Chopsticks? ~ is that what Sir Evan said?  It looks like two chopsticks, fastened together?

Her nipples are already a bit hard, and Sir Daniel begins pulling on the left one, pinching it and pulling, rolling it between His thumb and middle finger.  She remembers to keep her mouth open, and can’t hold back her gasps and whimpering.  Quickly, the left nipple is swollen and hard.

Sir Daniel switches his attention to the right nipple, and prepares it to be clamped as well.  It takes all Naomi’s self-discipline to maintain her position, keeping her hands on her thighs, and not biting back her moans.

Wendy steps forward and she and Sir Daniel each fasten one end of the long nipple clamp to a nipple.

It hurts, omigod, it hurts more than any clamp she’s ever felt before, and Naomi cries out, her hands flutter up as if she’s going to touch them, but she manages to put her hands back in her lap, but o, it hurts so bad, there are tears pooling in her eyes, and she begins to beg,

“O, please, Sir, please, i don’t think i can stand this, please take them off, please…” and Sir Evan nods to Wendy.

“One minute,” He says, “We’ll leave them on for one minute, of course you can stand it,” and while He’s saying that, Wendy stuffs a rolled up piece of cloth in Naomi’s mouth, effectively silencing her pleas for mercy.

“We’ll stop in a minute ~ 45 seconds ~” Sir Evan’s voice is warm and soothing, Naomi focuses on that, trying to ignore the terrible pain in her nipples.  “30 seconds more ~ yes, keep your hands where they are, no touching.”

As if from a distance, Naomi hears Him say, “Sir Daniel, you see we gag her at this point so she doesn’t think she’s influencing how long we leave the clamps on.   She needs to know, always, that she has no control in my house.”

“Yes,” says Sir Daniel, “And she is lovely like this.”

“15 seconds, almost there,” Sir Evan’s voice is calm and relaxed, but He adds, “Breathe slut, breathe through the pain or I’ll leave them on until you do.”

Naomi realizes that she is holding her breath, and forces herself to exhale.  And inhale.  It hurts because it moves her chest, but it also feels better, and she is lost in the sensation when the clamps are quite suddenly loosened.  Not released, Sir Daniel and Wendy don’t take them off, but by removing the fastening at each end, they become much looser.  Blood flows back into the nipple, and only the gag in her mouth keeps her from crying out.

“See if she’s wet,” says Sir Evan, and there is laughter in His voice.

She knows before Sir Daniel touches her that she is wet, wet and hot and longing to be touched and fucked and used.  The dildo in her ass is uncomfortable, and yet it is making her hotter, she knows this, and the pain from the nipple clamps does too.

But more than that is her total lack of control.

Sir Daniel’s fingers penetrate her.  Wendy removes the gag, and Naomi moans, hips thrusting forward, an orgasm is right there, right there in His fingers filling her ~ just out of reach, as He withdraws them again.

“O, nooooooo,” she moans, and Sir Evan laughs.  Her pussy clenches, her asshole tightens around the dildo, and a shudder runs through her body.

“That’s three,” Sir Evan says.  “Daniel, she does know better than to say no, doesn’t she?”

“Of course she does,” says Sir Daniel,  He has taken her shoulders and bent her over so her head and chest are pressed to the table and her ass is raised high again.  Wendy moves  quickly, and the crop slices the air to land on her ass, burning across the bottom part.  Her asshole tightens and she cries out.  The crop falls twice more, each time intersecting the first mark.

While Naomi is still gasping in pain, Sir Daniel and Wendy raise her back up.  Now she is acutely aware of the pain from the whipping.  Rocked back on her heels,  she feels the welts pressing against her calves. “

“Let’s do the nipple clamps again,” Sir Evan says.

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In real life, i’m very excited because Sfp is coming to visit me this weekend.  YAY!!!  It’s the weekend for munches too, so there will be plenty of kinky things to do, as well as sone not so kinky ones.  

And as the storm they’re calling Sandy sweeps across the eastern coast, keep ‘Nilla and her family in mind.  They were without power but safe last night.  Sending thoughts and prayers to her, and to all of our friends and families who being affected.  May they stay safe and warm.

12 Responses to “#5 ~ A Dash of Fantasy”

  1. Fondles October 30, 2012 at 6:20 am #

    oh dear, to those who are in the thick of the storm, my prayers are with you!!

    • aisha October 31, 2012 at 6:36 am #

      Hi, Fondles ~

      Yes, this has been a terrible storm! i know ‘nilla’s ok, and have heard from others who are too, hoping that everyone is….

      aisha

  2. SirQsmlb October 30, 2012 at 6:59 am #

    O Noooooo
    Don’t stop!!!!!
    Glad nilla is safe. Thanks for telling us.

    • aisha October 31, 2012 at 6:39 am #

      Thanks, mlb!

      {My spell-check wanted to change your name to “mob.” So annoying of it.}

      i’ve got lots more coming. 🙂 Thanks for the feedback.

      aisha

  3. vanillamom October 30, 2012 at 9:05 am #

    *waves*
    Power back on…and what do I read? an intensely written tale that just (almost impossibly) keeps getting more and more intense. Geeze, you’re killing my by inches…and gods I’m lovin’ it!

    nilla

    • aisha October 31, 2012 at 6:49 am #

      Thanks, ‘nilla! Glad you’re enjoying it!

      hugs,

      aisha

  4. thesubmissivebf October 30, 2012 at 5:17 pm #

    I love your fantasies, keep’em coming.
    butterfly

    • aisha October 31, 2012 at 6:50 am #

      Thanks, Butterfly! Glad you’re enjoying it!

      aisha

  5. Wordwytch October 30, 2012 at 10:28 pm #

    Very well done! The chopsticks…. I told Wolf, and he told me how he does them. shudder….

    Glad that Nilla is okay!

    • aisha October 31, 2012 at 6:52 am #

      Thanks, Wordwytch! You know, my Sir made one of those evil chopstick/nipple clamp contraptions. {Shudder} It is absolutely evil.

      🙂

      aisha

      • Fondles October 31, 2012 at 9:14 pm #

        I need to find out how to make them things… Hmmm

      • Wordwytch October 31, 2012 at 10:50 pm #

        Shudder! Even the thought of it makes me cringe. Then again, I think that Wolf pinches harder than most people.

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