No Rest for the Wicked [MF] [long] [x-post from r/BDSMerotica]

This story is part 2 of wild couple of days spent with Will (names have all been changed). I originally posted this story in Bdsmerotica because of the content, but everything described is true. I’m new to posting so all feedback is welcome :)

We pulled up to the airbnb, a cute little house on a quiet snow covered street. It was late, almost midnight and there were no signs of life anywhere in sight. Will told me to wait in the car while he went inside to check things out. I was fully dressed again, though I had decided not to put my black lace push up bra back on. Given how sensitive my nipples were from hours of those harsh clamps biting into my skin, I could barely stand the weight of my light t-shirt grazing against them, much less a bra.

Will walked back out a few minutes later, his face set in a frown. “Something’s not right with the house. I hope this doesn’t derail our plans” I thought as he walked over to my door. He opened it and helped me down, he quietly explained, “I’m disappointed with the house. There’s no basement, and I don’t really see any places I can string you up from the ceiling without leaving obvious traces. Damn. But oh well, we will make the most of it.” I smiled up at him, I liked his positive attitude. I could tell he was pretty disappointed, but I did appreciate that he wasn’t going to let that stop our fun.

After bringing everything inside and getting my dog settled in one of the bedrooms, Will pulled a bottle of red wine out. He poured our two glasses as I sat on the couch, examining the room for any potential anchor points. Will was right to be disappointed, this wasn’t ideal for what we had in mind. I was actually seriously beginning to doubt we could do any of the things we had discussed, when Will sat down on the couch beside me and handed me a glass. He must have seen the concern on my face because he placed his hand comfortingly on my inner thigh. I looked down at it and then up into his eyes, there was a devilish twinkle to them now. He held my gaze and gently squeezed my thigh as he calmly said, “don’t worry, we’ll have you up on that cross in no time. I’ll throw it together right now and then we will have all day tomorrow to play before I take it down and ditch the pieces down some alley on our way out of town.” I giggled at his plan, a nervous excitement building again.

Will set his glass down and started on his project. I sat on the couch watching as he pulled a saw and drill out of the UPS box. He laid out all the lumber on the living room floor, running through the dimensions in his head. He took a pencil off the counter and marked the boards that needed to be cut, apologizing that he wasn’t being very exact with this DIY project. I continued to laugh and chat with him about life, and our common interests (which we were realizing there were a lot of). We both nervously laughed and joked about how much noise Will was making sawing the boards for the base. Hoping the neighbors wouldn’t come knocking, demanding to know what we were up to. Thankfully, no one bothered us.

I was almost done my glass of wine and now very turned on. I have this thing for men who work with their hands.. watching Will construct a crucifix, complete with H frame base in under 30 minutes right in front of me… that was by far the most impressive and sexy thing a man has ever done for me. I was dripping and totally lusting over Will. He beckoned me over to hold the T bar in place and he secured it to the base. Standing next to him, watching his arms flex through his dress shirt sleeves, which he had rolled up, I thought for sure he could hear my heart racing and my breathing catching.

His task complete, Will stood back to admire his work. I stood beside him sipping the last mouthful of wine in my glass. The cross sure did look intimidating now. Standing at over 6 feet tall, and almost the same across, the base completely filling the living/dining area of the airbnb. It was becoming more real. I couldn’t take my eyes off the metal O rings he had drilled into either end. I knew in a matter of hours I would be strapped into my leather wrist restraints and cuffed to those rings. I was terrified, but I was also beyond excited. Will took my glass from my hand and set it down on the counter. He took my hand and walked me over to the cross, telling me to stand up on the base with my arms out stretched. He wanted me to get a sense of what it would be like.. to build the anticipation even more if that were possible. He stood behind the cross and held my wrists firmly in place. Already I could tell this wasn’t as easy as it looks.

The thing about crucifixion a lot of people don’t realize is it is usually suffocation victims succumb to first. With your feet and hands secured to a cross, you are forced to make 1 of 2 choices constantly. Push up with your legs and feet to allow your diaphragm to fully expand/contract as well as take strain off your upper body. Or rest your legs, thereby shifting all your weight and strain to your arms and torso, making it almost impossible to take a full breath. I knew all of this and was confident my legs had enough strength to support my weight for a while. The question was how long?

Will whispered in my ear then, “how long do you think you’ll last like this?” I shuddered as I replied, “my goal is 15 minutes.” Will nodded his approval, then laughed as he spat, “I doubt you’ll last 5 minutes!” He was clearly trying to egg me on, knowing how much I loved a challenge and proving people wrong. I threw him a sexy smile teasing, “give me more credit than that. You even admitted I’m tougher than I look.” He may have been challenging me, but I was planning on giving it right back to him. That is until he snapped me into sub mode, which I was hoping would be any time.

Will guided me back to the couch, then turned to push the massive cross as far across the small room as he could. Giving us just a small space to maneuver in front of the couch and between the kitchen island. Will brought the UPS box over to the coffee table and started pulling all sorts of toys and restraints out. The game was on.

He took out a pair of metal handcuffs, not the cheap play kind, official police grade. Will pulled me to my feet and instructed me to strip down like I had in the car. Naked except my thong and the new thigh high stockings Will had bought me that day. I did so without hesitation, enjoying his eyes on me as I pulled my t-shirt over my head. He looked me over from head to toe, taking an extra long time enjoying the view of my slender long legs in the new stockings. He ran his hands down my thighs where the tops of the stockings met bare skin, across my ass, cupping each cheek in his palms. Suddenly I felt a sharp smack on my left ass cheek and was being spun around to face the wall away from Will. He slapped a heavy metal handcuff on my upper right arm, cinching it tightly and painfully around my bicep. Then the same on the opposite. My arms were now tightly secured behind my back, forcing my chest forward and leaving me mostly immobile. Will ran his fingers over my breasts, kissing my neck as he pinched my nipples and made my body bow into his. My eyes were closed, letting myself just enjoy the feeling of his hands on me and the rush of being restrained. I could feel him reach behind  into his pocket, pushing his hard cock into my backside. His hands returned to my breasts, this time something cool and metal between his fingers. Those damn nipple clamps. I knew I hadn’t seen the last of them this evening.

Will took my left nipple between his fingers, expertly rolling and twisting it in a way that drove me wild. He fascined the clamp without a word and pushed down, making me scream out. He liked that reaction a lot. His cock was pushing harder against the fabric of his jeans. “He must be so uncomfortable like that” I thought, which almost made me laugh at the absurdity of it given the torture Will was currently inflicting on me. He repeated the process with the other nipple, this time pressing down a second longer to elicit the same scream. Will then reached down into the box and pulled out a black dildo with a suction cup on the end. He turned to look at me as he attached it to a bar stool, “I’ve always wanted one of these… This seemed like the perfect occasion to invest in one.”

I liked where this was going. Even more so when Will reached into the box yet again and pulled out a black mask. He pulled it over my head, blacking out the entire room. Only my mouth was exposed, and I had my suspicions on why that would be. Will guided me over to the stool and I heard the suction cup of the dildo detach. He must have slapped it up against a wall because suddenly I was being forced down on my knees and having the dildo forced down my throat. Will let go of my neck and hair and watched me suck the black plastic cock, trying not to lose my balance with my arms secured behind my back. Satisfied with my efforts, I could hear Will grab the dildo and slap it back down on the bar stool. He roughly pulled me to my feet by my arm, digging the cuff on my left arm even deeper into my skin. That was going to leave a mark.

He pushed me back until I felt the stool behind my ass. Will then wandered away, probably to the couch based on the direction of his voice, and told me to “fuck that dildo, make yourself cum. If you don’t cum before time is up, you won’t get any mercy tomorrow on that cross.” I was dizzy with emotion and arousal at this point. Which didn’t make the task at hand much easier. He knew I had a hard time orgasming while standing, I had told him as much. The height of this stool also poised an interesting problem. With my mask securely in place I couldn’t be certain, but it felt as if the seat were about 2 inches too tall from being a comfortable height for me to straddle. “Well come on now. Time is ticking. You had better make yourself cum soon” Will threatened from across the room.

I backed further into the stool, feeling the dildo press into my hands behind my back. I spread my legs as comfortably and gracefully as I could on either side of the stool. Then I pushed up onto my tip toes, hoping this would give me enough clearance height to position myself over the stool and the 7″ dildo sticking on top of it. Thankfully I have long arms and was able to place the dildo between my hands behind my back and position it between my legs. I pushed up higher on my toes as I felt the cool plastic brush against my pussy lips. Taking a deep breath, I slowly lowered myself onto the dildo as I exhaled, taking all 7 inches.

I could hear Will’s breathing catch at that moment. He was loving this view. I started riding the dildo more aggressively, carefully balancing myself upright over the stool, which wasn’t easy with my arms cuffed behind my back. I began moaning as I felt an orgasm start to slowly build. I shifted forward ever so slightly on the stool so now the dildo was forced against my gspot with each thrust. I was going to win this challenge, I was so close. That’s when Will cooly said, “you have 10 seconds to cum slut.” Fuck. I was close but I wasn’t sure I was 10 seconds close. I started riding that dildo like it was the last thing I would ever do. I could feel it stretching me deep as I raced against Will’s ticking clock. “FIVE” Fuck me, I could do this. “FOUR” come on give into the feeling. “THREE” My legs started trembling. “TWO” I could feel it happening, I was about to make a mess. “ONE?? OH NO LOOKS LIKE YOU LOS…”

Will suddenly stopped mid sentence as he realized what was happening. Not only was I coming, I was squirting all over the stool. There was now a good sized puddle dripping onto the floor. He walked over to me and forced my head back, roughly kissing me. I was breathless from that intense kiss and that even more intense orgasm. I thought maybe Will would be done with me for the evening at that point, boy was I wrong. Will pulled back and told me to get off the stool. I pushed myself up onto my toes again and shuffled off the dildo and stool the best I could. I could hear a gush of liquid as I pulled myself off the dildo, “that must have looked hot” I thought. But I didn’t have long to ponder that idea because suddenly Will was pushing me down onto my knees again and forwards so I was bent over the couch.  The force of his hands sent me flying forwards rather ungracefully. He bent down and whispered in my ear, “don’t fight it. I’ve got you.”  He certainly did have me. Totally at his mercy and loving every moment of it. He pushed my thighs apart and my torso down into the couch. My thong had been pushed aside when I started riding the dildo, not really inhibiting my motions, but it was getting in the way of his view now. He pulled the thin fabric down my hips and off my legs, he now had a perfect view of my ass and pussy leaned over the couch. I heard him move across the room and things rattle around in the box on the coffee table. Not being able to see anything makes my hearing that much more precise, but I couldn’t figure out what it was he was pulling out. That is until I felt it bite the skin on my inner thighs. He had a bull whip. Lord help me.

Will began expertly flicking the whip between my legs. Hitting each thigh, criss crossing higher and lower, so I never knew where to anticipate the next blow. I was screaming and moaning out but trying to hold it all back. I took a deep breath and slipped into sub space just as I felt the whip connect with my throbbing clit. Suddenly it was like I was having an out of body experience. I registered each blow from the whip, but it didn’t feel like it was touching me directly any more. I wasn’t scared of the pain, in fact it was pushing me closer to another orgasm. I could feel the muscles in my legs begin to tense and shake, I couldn’t take it any more. I begged him, “Please sir! Can I cum?! Pleeeeeeease. God can I cum?!”

I wish I could have seen his reaction in that moment. You could practically hear the smile in his voice and he calmly said, “yes angel, you can cum” exactly as he cracked the whip against my clit again. I screamed into the couch cushions as I orgasmed and fell forward. I was totally spent. But Will wasn’t.

I was trying to catch my breath and calm my racing heart when I heard the distinct sound of a zipper being pulled down. I didn’t dare move a muscle. I could sense Will standing beside me before he actually touched me. Grabbing my hair, he pulled my head to the edge of the couch, twisting my body so I was still bent forward with my ass in the air. “Now suck this cock like you did that other one earlier.” “Yes sir” I replied as I felt his cock press up against my lips. I ran my tongue around the tip of him, I could taste a couple beads of precum already, he tasted so good. Will isn’t circumcised, which is totally my favourite. I love playing with his foreskin, pushing and edging him for hours. But at this moment I only had use of my mouth and was at a very awkward angle. Time to take a page from Will’s book and make the most of the situation. I filled my mouth with spit and slowly took him down my throat. I was making slow deliberate strokes with my mouth. Swirling my tongue around his tip as I went, enjoying the moans of pleasure escaping his lips. I decided then to try to up the ante. I pushed up from the couch the best I could to give myself a better angle. I was now facing him head on, and really hoping he would take the opportunity to fuck my face. I sucked him the best I could without losing my balance, but he could sense my frustration. He reached forward and grabbed the back of my neck, forcing himself deep down my throat making me gag. “Good girl” he cooed as he kept forcing himself deeper. It was now impossible to breath, he was choking me on his cock and only he had the power to pull me back. I couldn’t help it, I came again and had no way to ask permission. I couldn’t see anything through the mask, but even if I hadn’t been wearing it, my vision would be going black at this point. I was seconds away from losing consciousness from lack of air.

Will quickly withdrew from my mouth and pushed me back over the couch. Ass in the air and my face pushed into the cushions. I was coughing and twisting my head, trying to catch my breath again after that face fucking. Will kneeled down behind me and I could hear the tearing of a condom packet. He pushed himself between my legs with the tip of his cock pressed against my clit. He rubbed it up and down as he reached forward and pulled the mask off my head. The room was dark and it took my eyes a few seconds to adjust. He had lit a candle, it’s flickering flame was casting shadows around the room. Will gathered my loose and wild hair into a pony tail  and used it to push my face further into the couch. I love it when guys pull my hair.

I was moaning into the couch, inaudibly begging Will to fuck me. He continued to push my head into the couch and tease my clit with his cock. Brushing it up and down my soaking pussy and feeling me tense up beneath him again. He tightened his grip on my hair and painfully pulled my head back so he could whisper in my ear. “You want this hard cock slut? Are you going to take it like a good little girl?” “Yessssss siiiiiiir” I moaned out. No sooner had the words left my mouth and Will was shoving his cock deep inside me and pushing my face back into the couch, muffling my screams. He pounded me into submission, sinking his nails into my left hip and making my whole body shake. I couldn’t tell you how many times I orgasmed like that. It seemed like one rolled right into another and then another. I was dripping all over his cock as his balls slapped against me with each deep thrust. I was absolutely sated and exhausted but still I wanted more. I wanted to feel him cum inside me. I got my wish a few minutes later. Will let go of my hair and wrapped his arms around my torso, crushing my arms into my back under his weight. The pain of it might have been more noticeable if I wasn’t so distracted by the feeling of his cock twitching inside me. He was coming and fuck did it feel good.

We laid on the couch for a few minutes trying to catch our breath. Me bent over with Will on top of me, cock still inside of me, I could feel his heart racing as fast as mine. Fuck that was amazing. Will was the first to speak, “wow” was all he could manage. I started to giggle and twisted underneath him to try and steal a kiss. He leaned down to kiss me as he slowly pulled his cock out of my throbbing pussy. He sat back, carefully rolling the condom off and disposing of it. He wandered back over to me with the keys for the handcuffs and quickly released me. He gently stroked my arms and shoulders, massaging some life back into them after being restrained for so long. He helped me to my feet and reached behind me on the couch for my pink plush blanket I had brought. He wrapped it around my shoulders and pulled me down onto the couch with him. He cradled me in his arms like that for a while, stroking my hair and whispering adoration in my ear.

After a few minutes Will got up to grab us each another glass of wine. I finally had a chance to catch a glimpse at the time. It was 3:38am. We had been playing for over 2 hours, but yet it seemed like only minutes had gone by. Will settled back on the couch and wrapped his arms around me again. We sipped our wine and started talking about history of all things. Leave it to nerds like us to go from BDSM sex to calmly discussing the fatal flaws of Soviet Russia during the second World War. I couldn’t believe I had found a man like Will. Someone who not only shares the same fantasies, but also shares a connection outside of all of that. We had a meeting of the minds and bodies that evening. But it was all just a prelude for what would happen the next day.

Judgement day.

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