Well, the whole “no orgasm until Christmas” thing didn’t work out – long story, but suffice it to say that Mad Baker decided it was “not as pleasurable” for him. I’ll admit I didn’t complain to much (hey, more orgasms are nothing to complain about, right?).
However, he did taunt me with subtle (and not so subtle) reminders of what I could expect on Christmas evening…all the new toys he had to play with, and how he was REALLY going to enjoy himself. His voice would deepen as he hinted at what he was going to do to my helpless body as I was bound…and I would shiver at the sound of his “dom-voice”.
The night finally arrived…and at that point I was so nervous I seriously considered getting slightly drunk beforehand! I knelt on my pillow, meditating through my ritual with my eyes closed as he prepared the ropes.
When my answers pleased him, he bound my hands in front of me with a two-column tie – and used the trailing ends of the rope to pull me to the bed. The ropes were strung under the mattress, one running along the center of the length of the bed, the other under the width – although that length of rope was near the foot of the bed.
I knelt on the bed with my knees right on the end, my body centered over the rope running down the middle. He used that rope to tie my bound hands to the bed – this way I could not rise up my body or change the angle my arms were held in. The ends of the last rope were tied securely to each ankle, forcing my legs apart so that my pink bits were exposed for his ministrations.
The blindfold was missing, so he took the headband I wear in winter and pulled it down over my eyes, blocking all light and some sound, as it was over my ears as well. My play collar was next, and every time I whimpered or cried out it tightened around my neck.
He pulled out the unknown toys, my Christmas presents, and arranged them – I could hear him but could not see what he was doing or what he had gotten. The anticipation was making me wet!
With the suddenness that is his trademark, Master struck me on my cunt – the feel of the sting was familiar, and I realized that he was starting with the old floggers before working his way up to the new ones.
The light flogger worked my cunt over, and I swear I actually felt myself dripping! The rubber flogger then replaced it, and struck my ass, thighs, and the soles of my feet, which made me cry out with the different sensation – which increased my arousal.
Then I felt an entirely new sensation – whatever it was didn’t sting like the flogger, but rather felt sharper, more intense, and much, much larger than the thin flogger I was used to! I yelped and squirmed a bit, but quickly settled down and signaled my readiness by lowering my head and pushing my ass as high into the air as I could.
THWACK
THWACK
THWACK
I shoved my head into the mattress to muffle my cries, and decided that this was a serious toy compared to the ones I was used to! But I was determined to take whatever he could dish out, and I determinedly held my position – not that the ropes gave me much of a choice, mind you. But every time I DID struggle, the ropes tightened around my wrists and ankles, which drove my libido even higher.
I desperately wanted something – ANYTHING – in my cunt at that moment!
He eventually switched to a different toy……
THWOCK!!!
I couldn’t help it – I screamed and jerked my ass away from the impact, shuddering in sudden fear. His low chuckle was my only reply, and against my survival instinct, against my will, against everything I had, I still lowered my head and raised my ass for another strike.
I felt his hands rub over my cheeks, approving of my obedience. Then he pulled back and hit again – and again – and again. I felt a thrill of cold fear – yet strangly my body reacted to the fear by growing even more wet, swelling up so that my labia separated on it’s own, exposing my clit.
He went through the rest of the toys, which each had a different sensation, each raising different reactions. At one point I either was deep in subspace or he was hitting lighter, because the impacts became less painful and my cries subsided. (When I sink into subspace, I am incapable of making sound – my vocal cords no longer obey my brain – in fact it is like the higher functions of my brain disconnect entirely during that time.)
I came back to awareness when I felt the cold lube being poured over my ass. His fingers prodded me, testing and carressing, and I felt myself relax a bit to allow him entry – but it seemed that was not what he had in mind this time.
I heard him open a box – a few long seconds passed – and then something cold touched my anus and pressed, sliding in. I gasped in pain – bad pain this time – and used my safeword for the first time in months.
“Ow ow ow ow ow” I gasped and squirmed, trying to relax the muscles that had immediately spasmed upon the penetration of the cold…whatever it was! The pain from that was incredible, it felt like my entire lower intestinal tract had clenched and spasmed.
Mad Baker gently but firmly pulled out the toy, and waited while I bent as far as the ropes would let me, riding the pain, waiting for it to pass. As soon as I was able to speak, I explained what had happend to a very puzzled (and concerned) Master. He chuckled in relief at my explaination, and then pushed the cold toy up my cunt and told me that I could warm it up that way. I hid my grin by burying my face into the mattress.
He went back to flogging me while I warmed up the new toy, and as he did I clenched my cunt tighter around the toy, trying to figure out what it was. It was a small toy, felt round to me, with some kind of handle that stuck out of the body? And it was incredibly heavy for its small size – and I concluded that it must be a metal toy. That explained the coldness as well as the heaviness.
When it had sufficiently warmed up, he inserted the new plug into my ass again, this time with no pain and no drama.
Then he left the room!
I knelt there on the edge of the bed. “Sir?”…..”Sir!” I turned my head in a slight panic as I thought I heard the front door of our apartment open. Soon he came back into the room and announced that he would be sharing me this evening!
I shuddered at the thought of a total stranger gazing at my spread legs and exposed cunt – and for some strange reason, the first thought that ran through my mind was the shame that I had not shaved my puss in over a week! Sure I was letting it grow back in, but it was at that stage where it looked unkept.
Then common sense prevailed….Mad Baker was not the kind to bring in a new partner without making sure I was okay with it first. With my history of gang rape, it was important to not spring something like that on me…especially with the anniversary of the rape looming a mere week ahead. No, he was just playing with my head.
(and why, oh why, did that realization disappoint me so badly?)
He began to whip me again, striking harder and harder – and I thought to myself “If I don’t feel a cock in my cunt pretty soon I am going to explode!”
Finally I felt him enter me from behind – and immediately noticed that THIS WAS NOT MASTER’S COCK! It was thinner, for one thing – although about the same length. I shivered and orgasmed the moment I realized that he did indeed have another in the room with us.
I climaxed over and over again, while an arguement went on in my head – the rational part of me insisting that he had not invited a second to join us, it wasn’t logical – the second voice arguing “I don’t know this cock! It’s a strange cock! Oh my God!!!”
I was distantly aware that I was squirting all over the person penetrating me, and that I couldn’t stop coming for more than a couple of seconds.
Eventually I became aware that the pounding had stopped – and that a new cock, a familiar and comfortable cock, was entering me – and I again started to come uncontrollably.
I lost track of what happened for a while there – sinking farther into subspace. I was drawn out of that lovely place again when I felt something even bigger entering me – fingers wiggled and my cunt was stretched to the limit, and then beyond, and with disbelief I felt his entire hand force its way into my cunt.
I came…
and came again….
and came a third time with a scream. Finally with the fourth orgasm he withdrew his hand, and came himself all over my ass and back. I shuddered through one last climax at the sensation of his hot cum landing on my skin.
I came back to myself slowly, tipping to my side and lying there on the bed, utterly spent. Mad Baker removed the ropes, blindfold, collar…..I was only distantly aware of it all. When I was sensible again he showed me the new toys. The incredibly painful one turned out to be a thick wooden paddle, and the one that had stung with strange sensation was a leather strap. The rest were an assortment of canes.
The new metal plug was a medium-sized NJOY, and I decided I liked it very much!
And I discovered that there really WASN’T another partner in the room – my logical assessment had been right. How had he made his cock feel smaller in girth? A tight condom! I laughed with him over my initial confusion.
So, that was the tale of my kinky Christmas….what did you, dear reader, do for the holiday?
(including a pic of all the toys used on me last night – and a second pic with a close up of the three most memorable new toys!)
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