Part 2 How to Hold a Slut (titillate)

A first brief meeting has set the stage; now you need to cement her need for you. Entice her, tease her, bring her to full awareness of her body, and Your ability to bring her exactly what she needs.

“This is….impossible…” she gasped.

“Clearly, not,” he replied dryly amused.

A titter of laughter followed his comment. Male, as well as female, the laughter reminded her of her current predicament. Blindfolded, she’d forgotten everything as his hands had moved over her, binding her into this awkward position. Occasional swats, pinches, and strokes kept her body humming with desire. In the darkness behind the blindfold it had been only him. Only her.

The small, rational, aware part of her brain, shoved into a dark, back corner, wondered why she had agreed that this, their second meeting, should have taken place at a BDSM club that she had never been too.

She’d thought…drinks. Conversation. Trying to not seem as eager as she was for his touch, his attention.

What it had become, however, was a very public scene where she had lost her bra, had her panties yanked away, and wound up standing, nude except for her stockings and heels, on center stage.

That was when He had affixed the blindfold.

There was great comfort in that, not that she would have minded seeing what He was doing, but to not see the avid curiosity on the faces gathered close was a relief. His hand on her ass, pushing her across the stage by his hand wedged in her crack, had embarrassed her no end.  His hand had moved down her leg, to take her ankle. She felt a roughness around there, and then the tightening of the hemp rope. In moments, he had begun to pull…and her leg rose up, and up, suspended by something she could not see.

The same rope was quickly wrapped around her wrists, binding them together and above her head. She stood on one thin heel, held up by the twin ropes.

There was a sound like a crank.

“The sound is meant to unnerve, every bit as much as the predicament she is in, needing to balance on such a small area. Yet, I enjoy watching my submissive endure as much as she can handle.”

He was addressing the audience as he did whatever the fuck it was–oh my! The tension grew on wrists and ankle, as the rope holding her upright grew tauter, until she was on tip-toe.

Her heart thrilled to his prior comment.

“His” submissive. She wanted to …to please Him. The strain on her toes was surprising. She’d read about such, but had never realized just how intense this sort of thing was. Her pussy grew wetter as her muscles began to tremble, as the pain of the rope biting into her body stirred something deep inside of her.

And then he stopped.

“Here is where the fun begins.”

Was he talking to her? Or to them? She knew she would find out in short order.

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About vanillamom

For over 8 years--(EIGHT?!) nilla and M have been a D/s couple. I'm the "small s" side of that designation, as he often reminds me. I'm silly and prone to giggling at inopportune times. He's a wicked Sadist, who feeds me my drug of choice--pain. My brain is always spinning dirty and dark little fantasies, which I sometimes share with the world. Welcome to the nilla-verse. It's wet and slippery here...with a dragon or two lurking.
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One Response to Part 2 How to Hold a Slut (titillate)

  1. Wordwytch says:

    Oh my… Oh oh oh my…

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