Category: eroticliterature

I dropped the final padlock onto the plate which rested beneath her buttocks and her vagina. Melanie squirmed ecstatically. Her metal upon metal fetish was apparent. I could hear Brent breathing heavily behind me. They shared the same kink.
I lifted one of the locks and gently rubbed the cold metal along her inner thighs when I was then pleasantly surprised by her jewelry.
Binding her upper and outer labia was a horizontal circular ring. It was thick. I guessed a six guage piece. I removed the locks from the plate and threw them onto the bed behind her. They landed with dull thuds.
I pried her legs open wider and I noticed her Princess Albertina. It was unique to me. It was an eight guage circular slave barbell. There was a small bead jutting from her urethra. The other end of the barbell had a bead protruding from the top of her vagina. This second bead, however, had a horizontal slave ring running through it. This ring was barely large enough to fit the hinged loop of one of the mini padlocks which I had tossed onto the bed. Ideas were battling themselves for my attention.
I matched her gaze and asked her, “Is that silver?”
She licked her lips and responded, “Platinum.” She closed her eyes and tilted her head backwards. “Tell me how they taste, Mr. Man With No Name.”
I was on my knees in between her legs at this time. I slid the silver tray from beneath her thighs and I hastily dropped it onto the carpeted floor. I looked at the horizontal ring which had been pierced through her outy belly button.
I stuck out my tongue. I instantly tasted the plastic on the inside of the goalie mask which I had been wearing to protect my identity from the camcorder. Fuck it, I thought before removing it from my face. I leaned in and flicked the belly ring up and down with the tip of my tongue.
I ran my full tongue flatly across the tuft of hair which comprised her downward arrow. I softly gripped her upper thighs with both of my hands as I took the labial ring between my four front teeth. I pulled it away from her body until their natural elasticity began to feel tension. I opened my mouth and her lips popped back into place.
When I looked up at her, all that I could see were her erect nipples, her neck and the peak of her chin as she faced the ceiling. I tasted her left labium lupinely. I kissed her right labium tenderly. She shivered again. This time it was not because of the cold chair. I could smell her sweat. I savored her salty taste.
There was no jewelry on her hood or clit. I gently sucked at her hood as though I were drinking from a thin straw. She moaned and strained against her husband’s ties which bound her to the chair. I righted myself and flicked playfully at her Princess Albertina slave ring. I said, “Don’t squirm. Did I say you could move?”
She exclaimed, “Ouww! That hurt!”
I quickly looked over my shoulder at Brent. He was still kneeling on the floor with handcuffs tethering his wrists and ankles. He gave me a reassuring nod. I faced his wife and stood up. I swiped my hands while half slapping, half grazing her perky breasts. I spoke to her as I repeated this action, “No pain no gain, lady. First there’s pain. Then there’s relief. Then there is the pleasure.”
She repeated,”Ouw!” with every playful slap.
“Quiet!” I warned her as I returned to my knees. “I’ll kiss it and make it better.”
I took her left areola in a pinch with my right hand. I suckled softly at her right nipple. She was glistening with a mist of sweat. I alternated my pinch and my suckling for several minutes.
I remembered why I had requested the mini-locks. The thing about being a pro is that I have to approach it like work and not pleasure. I was having a little bit too much fun with my client.
I stood up. I placed the mask back over my face before I returned my attention to the toys on the bed. I removed a set of nipple clamps which were linked by a stainless steel chain.
Melanie watched me with anticipation as I knelt before her. I pinched her left nipple with a spring loaded clamp. She winced painfully. Her shoulder jerked involuntarily as she calibrated herself to the discomfort. I pulled on the chain and the clamp bit tightly as her areola was stretched away from her body.
“Good,” I said to myself. “Nice and tight.” I affixed the other clamp to her right nipple. Her deformed breasts looked tasty and I began to salivate. Too much fun, I reminded myself.
Again I returned to the materials on the bed. I picked up a handful of the small padlocks. I stood in front of Brent’s wife and I dropped them all onto the metal chair in the space between her spread thighs. The clunking metal sent her into a fit of pleasure. Her body shivered.
I picked up a lock and I pressed the button at its base. The spring hinge popped open and twisted out. I put my finger at the valley of the chain which was hanging arced between her breasts. I tugged her toward me and I asked her a question. “If I start with pleasure, then this will end painfully, don’t you agree?”
She breathed deeply in reply. I hooked the hinged loop of the lock around the chain. I lifted the lock and I let it drop. It bounced against her chiseled stomach just below her belly button.
The weight of the mini lock was enough to bring tears to my client’s eyes as she looked at her husband. I looked over my shoulder. Brent was watching stoically. He had an erection which was fighting against his pant leg.
I returned my gaze to Melanie and said, “He can’t help you. What are you looking at him for?” I picked up another lock and repeated the same procedure. When the two locks clanked together as they bumped her abdomen, she closed her eyes tightly. A single tear streamed down her cheek. She groaned deeply in the back of her throat. I said, “Quiet. You’re gonna get me fired.” I lifted the final and third lock from the chair with one hand as I picked up the two hanging from the chain. I lifted them to the level of her breasts. I locked the third padlock onto the chain and I rudely let them drop. Her nipples were stretched mercilessly toward the floor. She groaned again as a second tear ran down her face.
“I hate to see a woman cry,” I informed her. I removed the mask from my face and I licked the tear as it rolled. I gently eased the clamps from her nipples before tossing the toys in front of Brent. I tickled her pained breasts with my tongue until she developed amnesia about the pain which I had recently caused her to feel.
When Melanie began to moan lightly I returned to the area in between her labial six guage ring and her clit hood. I spit dryly into that space. After which, I licked my spit back into my own mouth. I pressed my tongue against her half covered clitoris and I pushed in and out as hardly as I could with mu mouth muscle. I reached up and forced my ring finger and my middle finger into her mouth. I looked up and said, “Get me wet.”
She began to suck on my fingers. “Spit on them,” I commanded.
She spit sloppily on my fingers. Saliva and mucous streamed down my raised arm. I eased the tips of both my fingers into her moist vagina. I circled gently with in her hymen. Melanie’s breathing became short.
I pulled out my finger tips and then I eased them in further this time. I made circular motions with my fingers as I eased them all the way inside of her. She whispered to herself incoherently as she strained against the ties which bound her to the chair.
I rolled my hand so that my wrist was facing upward. I rubbed the upper inner wall of her warm, ping crease in search of her g-spot. At the same time I returned my attention to her clit hood. I took it entirely in between my teeth and lips to give her a gummy bite.
I rubbed inside of her with a sense of purpose. I really wanted to taste her orgasm. I licked her hood furiously as I drooled all over her and my self. Her stomach convulsed as though she had the hiccups. I gave her another gummy bite as I massaged her vaginal walls. Her stomach seized up and I could see her abdominal muscles clearly. She began in a stutter, “Buh, baby! Babyyyyy! Brent, It’s happening! Jordi, if you stop right now, I’m gonna… If you stop right now I’m gonna… If you stop righ righ righ AHHHHHHH!”
Liquid gushed from her urethra and her vagina. I lapped it up greedily as she relaxed from her orgasm.
We were all recovering in silence when the phone rang and startled us back to reality.
I looked at Brent. He said, “Get it.”
I picked up the phone and said, “Hello.”
A voice on the line said, “This is housekeeping. I am sorry to be calling so late, but I want to confirm whether you received the towels which you ordered. Our night houseman has disappeared.”
I held my hand over the speaker of the land line phone and said to Brent, “It’s my boss.”
He shrugged carelessly. I spoke in a deeper voice, “Miss Vyce, I presume?”
“Why, yes. I am surprised that you remember me,” she exclaimed.
I answered, “I will never forget that old sea hag voice of yours, Miss. The towels have been delivered, and the houseman helped us fix a plumbing problem that we had. Sorry, but he got a little wet in the process. He just left our room. Goodnight.”
I hung up the phone and I asked Brent, “Where are the keys to those cuffs? I need to get out of here.”