Written a while back, from her point of view :). At time I flipped between POVs but eh, I’m too lazy to edit atm.
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The darkness surrounding you made the wait seem forever, as the river of drool flowed down your chin and dripped onto your breasts. The blindfold slipped slightly but held fast over your eyes, and the ball gag dug tightly into your mouth. Already, the prolonged forced opening of your jaw had it feeling sore and uncomfortable, not to mention the sticky sensation of your saliva as it slowly inched down your body, eventually merging with the wet mess that was your pussy.
Your ears strained to pick up any sound other than your ragged breathing as you tried to ignore the soreness in your arms and legs. He had left you there, in the darkness, with your arms cuffed upwards on a ledge just a bit higher than you could reach, forcing you to stand stark naked in this darkness on slightly raised feet. Has it been more than an hour? Your feet felt strained and your toes sore, and the slight breeze from the door he’d nonchalantly left open only served to chill the sweat and saliva on your torso, keeping your nipples hard and erect. You couldn’t see it, but you could feel it.
At least he had used soft, fuzzy cuffs. It didn’t chafe, but your arms were still sore and feeling numb.
You moaned into the ball gag, and through the small holes the sound emanated as some kind of half-hearted, soft groaning. It seemed he’d kept you waiting forever. You were thirsty despite the torrent of drool that kept dripping. Your body was numb and sore and wet and felt used and abused but all he had done was restrict your movement and leave you hanging. Literally.
Footsteps. He was coming. Your body tensed up in anticipation. Finally. He was coming. He was here. He was finally going to attend to your needs. You shuffled your sore feet, trying to position yourself, feeling as a trail of swaying drool alighted on an erect nipple. The chilling sensation made you anticipate him even more.
The sound stopped. You strained your ears again, trying to hear his breathing. You moaned again, trying to catch his attention. You relaxed your knees for a brief second before tip-toeing again, as your arms protested the prolonged raised position.
And suddenly you could feel his warmth near your neck, traveling upwards. You both heard and felt as he took in your scent, and shivered as he exhaled into your ear.
“Have you been a good girl while I was gone?” you hear me whisper. You moaned and strained against the cuffs, shoving your hips in his direction. He caught your hips with a hand and pulled you into an embrace. You felt as his arms wrapped around your navel and realized his body was bare. But you didn’t have time to think about it as my tongue dipped into your neck and a drawn-out moan leapt unbidden from your throat as his tongue slipped in and out. You barely had time to draw a quick breath in response to his soft lips pressing down and encompassing your earlobe. As the sensation overwhelmed you, your breathing sped up and your chest heaved.
The sensation left you as sudden as it had came, when he pulled away.
“I haven’t even touched anywhere else yet,” his voice came playfully. Your only response was to moan.
“Look at you, my beautiful little plaything,” he said, and a finger lightly brushed down your spine, leaving a tingling trail of sensation as he drew it downwards. His voice came closer to your ear again, whispering, “Imagine what your friends and colleagues would say if they knew this side of you, hmm?”
Your pussy tightened in response, getting ever wetter. His finger was at your tailbone now. Lower… just a bit lower…
But he changed course and chose to trace gently over your curvy hips instead. You moaned in protest. He ignored it.
“You’re drooling,” he said, as he thumbed your belly button. Your stomach flexed uncontrollably at the sensation. “A model student that everyone looks up to, standing here bound and gagged and enjoying the sensation of her drool running down her body. Who’d believe it?”
Your only response was to moan even louder as your pussy got wetter in response to his statements. He lowered the hook and your arms and shoulders relaxed as the tension went slack. You groaned at the sudden release but gratefully set your heels on the floor again. Your feet were sore. But you anticipated he wasn’t done yet.
His hands grasped your buttocks and you gasped in response at the sudden sensation of groping, but before you had time to register that his fingers were massaging your butt you almost recoiled as he proceeded to lick just above your pussy, at the trail of drool that had flowed all the way down there. You instinctively tried to buck your hips upwards in an attempt to make him touch where you desperately needed it, but he had already moved on upwards, following the trail to your nipples. His tongue swirled around your erect nipples and you moaned and tried to move but his hands held you fast, his fingers digging into your naughty butt.
But he didn’t stop there and you tensed up as his tongue licked the cavity just below your neck, above the collar bones. You waited but he stopped there. Why? Why did he stop?
His hands fiddled behind your head and the ball gag came loose, and your jaw relaxed as he popped the gag out of your mouth. Your mouth felt sore, but almost immediately his mouth closed over yours and his tongue pushed deep inside. You tried to breath and respond to his passionate ravishing of your mouth but could only manage a small, panting groan instead. All you could think of was how sweet his mouth tasted and the soreness of your body, still chained to the hook in the wall.
As he pulled away, his lips lingered on your lower lip, caressing them tenderly before he gently bit it. Your entire body trembled at the touch.
“Thirsty?” he asked. You hadn’t found your voice yet, and your jaw was still sore. You nodded, “Mmmhmm.”
You heard the sound of a water bottle opening. A moment passed, then suddenly his mouth found yours again and the trickle of water was the sweetest you’ve ever tasted. The sensation was blissful and cool, as you gulped at the water and licked his lips for more.
But he pulled away and pulled the cuffs off the hook, and you sighed and gasped in sharp relief as blood flowed back into your arms. He held your arms and lowered them slowly, massaging the sense of touch back for you as you groaned at the soreness.
“I’m not taking the blindfold off.”
Before you could register the words in your mind, he had picked your body up and carried you out of the room. You fidgeted but couldn’t resist; your body was still stiff and sore, and the cuffs bound your hands together.
He flipped you over and laid you down. You squirmed about, getting a feel for where you were. The sofa?
You then felt yourself pulled backwards by your ankles, as he dragged the lower half of your body out past the edge and bade you kneel, with you bending over the sofa.
“What..?” but the light smack came quick and unexpected onto your protruding butt. Smack, smack, smack, three times, in quick succession, all on the right side. You squealed in surprise. “Ahh….! Ahh! Anggh…”
He pushed down on your back and began slapping your left buttock, but harder and with zeal. The ringing sound of his hand on yours reverberated throughout the living room and up your body as you tensed at the sensation. But just as soon as he started, he stopped.
You lifted your butt higher, hoping for more.
A ticklish sensation made you recoil immediately as his fingers traveled up your thighs, gently parting your legs as he moved upwards. It was happening. Finally. The lower half of your body had been on fire ever since, and he hadn’t even made a move for it. You were almost sure that the dehydration was more in part from your wet love juices flowing, rather than the saliva.
“Please,” you heard yourself say beg. You couldn’t believe what you were saying, but the words just came out, “Please. Oh please. I can’t…”
The words froze in your mouth as two fingers traced just the outside of your sopping pussy, tantalizingly close but too far for it to be where you needed it. You needed him to play with your pussy. Fuck the teasing. You needed it now.
But the sensation left again and you were just as frustrated as you were wet, as itching for the pleasure as you tried to lift your butt higher, seeking his touch.
And touch you he did, as his hands reached to spread your buttocks wide and you felt as his cock press at your pussy lips, making you suck in a hurried breath, which you exhaled just as fast in a long, drawn-out moan of relief and ecstasy as he pushed straight into you in one deft sliding action. Like an itch that you had wanted to scratch all day but couldn’t reach, he had done for you in one movement. But your body craved more as you pushed back with as much strength as you could muster, forgetting the soreness that hadn’t left your body as he allowed you to drown in the pleasure of sensations between your legs.
You lifted your legs and curled them around his torso trying to push him deeper inside of you, savoring the sensation that each millimeter brought you as he stretched your insides, and you panted in relief. He obliged for a few moments before gripping your hip with one hand and pushing your butt with the other, sliding himself out a bit. You mewled in response, mourning the gaping emptiness left by his removal.
Then he slapped your butt again, and the undulating movement made you lift your torso in swift pleasure as he accompanied the slap by plunging his cock inside, pushing against your buttocks.
“Nggh..” you moaned, your body shaking in pure ecstasy, “Anhhh, anhhh…., you’re breaking me…”
But the slapping and fucking continued as he used your body to satisfy his needs, but you lay there getting fucked and drowning in pleasure of your own as each painful slap was mitigated by the sharply reinvigorating satisfaction brought by his cock slamming deep inside of you. There was nothing you could focus on besides not losing your tenuous grip on sanity as you moaned his name over and over in between his thrusts and punishing slaps, as he filled your body sensation after sensation.
This continued on and on, and soon you couldn’t differentiate whether or not it was the slapping that made you feel oh so pleasured or the rough way his cock found all the places you needed it to push against, as he explored your body with his mouth and fingers, his cock and his sweet whispers.
But his pace and angle sharply increased and you felt and heard it as he came inside of you, groaning in pleasure as his fingers dug deeply into your butt, his mouth biting into your shoulder. And you couldn’t help but feel a paralyzing sensation of completeness, as his orgasm brought about yours and your entire body shivered and writhed in a nerve-wracking bout of euphoria. He pushed his cock ever deeper as you instinctively lifted your hips, offering him easier access to deposit his love juice into the inner recesses of your body.
By the time he stopped, panting into your neck and caressing your hair as he draped his body over your sore and battered one, your butt was a messy mass of burning sensation, and pleasurable aches emanated in droves from between your legs.
The thrilling sensation settled slowly, replaced by the euphoric soreness that pooled out of your body as you lay there exhausted.He shifted slightly and found your mouth with his again, nibbling softly as you felt him undo your handcuffs. This time, his kiss was soft and tender, calm and pensive.
“Haaaaah..” you murmured, relaxing your arms and moving them about again. Stiff.
He pulled the blindfold off your eyes, and you blinked in the bright lights of the day. Horrified, you realized he had positioned the sofa near the glass walls in the living room. You turned around to face him, and winced as your body protested. The color rushed to your face.
“I…that…anyone could have seen us!” you stammered, as he smiled at you.
He brushed your hair to the side and helped you to your feet, still slick and messy from the passionate lovemaking. “Don’t worry,” he said, “they could only see your face. Blindfolded face. Probably.”
“PROBABLY…”
But he pressed your entire body to the glass walls and the cold glass pushed hard at your nipples as he bit your shoulder. You realized that the sensation between your legs was his still-hard cock, rubbing below your still-dripping pussy.
“Again?” he murmured into your ear.
You lifted your butt invitingly, and leaned your head backwards into his shoulder.
“Of course.”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/9y3eep/your_punishment