“Good girl,” I said, and I watched her tongue run over her lower lip.
She’d play a good game. She’d pretend to give in and we’d fight for power; and that was exactly what I was hoping for.
I left her again and walked the room. It was pretty well set out but what caught my attention was the hoist. I had a swing at home but this was pretty impressive. I nodded to myself. I heard a shuffle of feet and wondered if she was turning to see what I was looking at. I reached out for one of the straps that connected the hoist to the ceiling pulley. I could lower or raise her as I saw fit, and I liked that idea. Below it was a bench, a detachable dildo sat ready in a protective sheath.
I laughed. “We are going to have some fun with this,” I said.
I turned and crooked my finger at her, without complaint she walked towards me. I pulled the hoist lower and encouraged her to step each leg into the webbing. It would hold her behind the knees and thighs, spreading her legs and exposing her to me. Additional strapping came up her sides and fastened around her waist, a little like a climber’s harness.
From each leg and from each side of her were straps that connected above her to one long rope. When I pulled on the end of that rope, she rose in the air, in a sitting position. She held the side straps as if on a swing.
“This is a nice view,” I mumbled. I secured the rope, leaving her dangling at the height I wanted.
The room was warm and I wondered if that was deliberately so. I began to feel sweat roll down my back and soak my cotton shirt. I rolled up my sleeves and removed my watch. I placed that in my trouser pocket. Beside Miriam was a sideboard that held an array of vibrators, condoms, and lubricants. On the opposite side of the room was a rack with floggers, paddles, and canes. I didn’t need any of that. Instead, I slowly unbuckled my belt and slid it trough the loops.
“I think, Miriam, you need to be taught that you don’t disrespect me,” I said, again keeping my voice low and quiet. I wanted her to concentrate on listening to me.
She gasped and left a little whimper hanging in the air.
I flicked the belt so the end caught on her fleshy backside, she immediately recoiled from it, but by the immediate flush to he face, the bright eyes, and the lick of her lips, I didn’t think it was the first time she’d experienced that.
I left my belt on the sideboard and pulled open drawers, I smiled when I saw what I was looking for. Metal clamps were attached on either end of a silver chain. I grabbed at the strapping around her waist and pulled her towards me.
“Do you know what these are?” I asked. She nodded. “Just say stop,” I added, and she nodded again, more enthusiastically that time.
She gasped out loud when I attached the clamps to each of her nipples. The skin around them puckered and reddened, angry, and then whitened, as the blood flow was restricted.
Miriam threw back her head and moaned against gritted teeth. Soon, they would be numb and only then would the fun begin.
I gently swung her back and forth, twisting her around so she was facing away from me. I reached for some lubricant and squirted over her arse. I let it run down between her cheeks and then massaged it around her arsehole. She moaned and I watched her grip the straps until her knuckles were white.
“You like that, huh?” I said.
“Yes,” she answered breathlessly.
“I’m going to fuck your arse while you’re riding that dildo,” I said, excited by the thought. Miriam simply moaned in pleasure.
As she swung, I inserted my finger into her arse, letting the movement of her body determine the depth I penetrated.
“More,” she said, and already her voice was hoarse. Her breathing was rapid and muscles strained across her back. “More!” she demanded.
I pushed my finger in as far as I could, rotating and pumping. She was tight, her muscles contracted, and she took a couple of breaths in to settle herself. I was a selfish jerk where sex was concerned generally, but what kind of a man would I be if I didn’t let the woman enjoy the slow burn? I wanted to chuckle, it had been a previous lover, Alison, who had told me that.
I used my other hand to reach around and cup her pussy, feeling the wetness and heat. I swiped my fingers over her opening, coating my skin, and releasing her scent. While I finger fucked her arse, I did the same to her pussy, making sure I stroked her walls from both sides. Miriam buckled; she legs swung as if to move her body but she wasn’t going anywhere. She cried out, moaned, and mewled. I could feel her tighten her core and when she threw back her head and screamed out, I fingered her harder.
My arms cramped and the sweat rolled down my forehead stinging my eyes. My cock was so hard; it was painful and begging for release from the confines of my trousers. I wasn’t stopping there, however.
I removed my finger from her arse and upped the amount in her pussy until eventually, I had my hand inside her. I pumped and she screamed some more as I fisted her. She had barely come down from her first orgasm when another started. I loved how responsive she was. She twisted and kicked out; she arched her spine and threw her head back. Her hair trailed down her back and I grabbed it, wrapping it around my free hand. I held tight as I thrust inside her.
“Oh, God, please….” I heard, and I paused waiting to hear her say ‘stop.’ “Don’t stop,” she shouted. Her shouts continued when I pulled the clamps from her nipples and her blood rushed to the numbness.
By the time she had come again, both of us were dripping with sweat. It slid down between her breasts, coated her forehead, and caused her fringe to stick to her skin. Her cheeks were red and I could see her pulse pound in the side of her neck.
I slowly withdrew and she slumped, not able to hold herself upright. The hoist took her weight and she was able to rest and gently swing. I walked to a door and opened it, pleased to find a small shower room. I washed my hands and dampened a cloth under the cold water. When I returned, she opened her eyes and looked at me. She gently smiled; there wasn’t the bolshie woman of before, but one sated and happy.
“Let me clean you,” I said gently. I lay the cold cloth over her pussy and she hissed out against the cold. I used a towel to wipe the sweat from her face.
“I want you to fuck me,” she said, staring straight at me with lowered eyelids. It was a determined look, I thought.
