Bonnie Bound 2 | bdsm stories

My pussy was creaming... and that kind of surprised me, but not really.

After all, I was very turned on. I think I’ve already admitted that...

I was very turned on and there was no getting around that.

I loved being tied up!

I loved being taken to a strange dungeon by Gustav, as he was dressed in his rubber costume... and tortured the way I was being tortured.

If it only didn’t hurt so much...

That was the only part...

I didn’t mind a little pain...

Even that was all right...

1 just didn’t like it when he hurt me so much...

Now, though, I had some kind of hope...

I thought maybe he’d gone as far as he wanted to with my tits and was now going to reward me with maybe a little tongue on my pussy...

Mmmmm...

I could go for that!

Believe me...

1 could go for some tonguing down there...

Let him worship me a little...

Let his tongue show me how much he liked my tit job...

But most of this, I guess, was just wishful thinking...

Because there wasn’t any way that he was going to be able to fulfill my desires...

No way that he would want to, was probably closer to what 1 wanted to say...

Because now... he was putting a hand on my pussy, and pressing it softly, so that I could feel it down there...

But he wasn’t moving any further on me...

He wasn’t using his fingers to open me up, or anything...

No, he was just letting me have it... just like that...

Teasing me...

Another form of torture...

So near and yet so far!

I mean, he was squeezing and manipulating me to the point where I really thought I was going to go crazy...

And now that my skirts were lifted and my private charms were put at his disposal, there was little I could do but take it...

And that’s exactly what was happening.

He slowly rose to his full height, keeping his hand there all the while...

„You like this, don’t you... you like me lifting your skirts... „

„MMMMMMM... „

I was trying to convey that very message...

„Good... because I like it too... you have a beautiful pussy... at least as much as I can see of it, the way you insist on holding your legs together... „

He was driving me crazy with that kind of talk.

He knew why I couldn’t lift my legs!

They were lashed together, and I was tied to this maddening pole...

The fiend!

He was teasing me to the point of... well... I don’t know what...

But I didn’t like it...

I really didn’t like it at all...

And now...

Now, he was walking away from me!

Now what?

Was he going to leave me here like this?

I hardly thought so...

And I was right.

He was only going to the wall...

To the wall opposite me where there must have been hanging, a dozen or so lashes and assorted...

Whip!

That’s what they were...

Whips!

I wasn’t sure what he was doing...

Or why he was doing it...

But there they were, hanging on the wall... whips of all kinds...

He reached for one and took it down.

It looked like a miniature version of a whip... kind of a boutique size!

Perfect for...

Yes!

You guessed it!

Tits!

He was going back to work on them!

No!

How could he...

How could he want to...

But he was not to be denied.

He put one hand around my back, between the pole and me and drew me closer to him.

„Now, darling... I’m going to whip your incredible breasts... do you understand?“

I stared at him.

„Shake your head up and down if you understand... and you better do it, if you know what’s good for you... „

His voice certainly put the fear of God into me...

He meant business... and I didn’t think I wanted to mess with that!

So I shook my head up and down...

Even if there was a pained look on my face!

„Good... I like a woman whose obedient,“ he said.

And with that he put the tip of this mini-lash right on my tits, on the parts that were swollen and red, and let it rest there...

„You understand, I’m really going to give it to you good... „

Again, I shook my head.

He wanted obedience... he was going to get it.

Now, he slowly lifted the whip and smacked me ever so lightly on my tits...

But even that light smack resounded in pain because of the way he was keeping me bound.

It was like, if you take a band aid and wrap it around you finger, the part that’s cut off from the rest of your hand swells up and gets more sensitive?

That’s what this was like..

Exactly...

And now... he began to hit me there regularly... hit me there and increase... slowly... increase the pressure as he did so...

Until within seconds, he was having me moan and groan for him, at will, through that damn ball gag of his...

„Mmmmmmmffffff... „

„That’s right... that’s it... so good... that’s so good... yes... baby... yes... take it... take it good... „

He was incredible!

I mean, the pain as he continued to lash my tits was unbearable...

And yet...

Somewhere, somehow, he’d found some kind of lock and key... the key to my pleasure syndrome...

And each time he smacked me, the pleasure increased, along with the pain!

He was a master...

He was a master at what he was doing... and there was nothing I could do about it...

Nothing at all...

Except take it...

And try to concentrate on the pleasure and not think about the pain.

What a ridiculous thought...

Really...

How could I not concentrate on the pain?

1 watched him, with fiery eyes, as he raised that thing and began in earnest to give me whacks, one after the other, on each of my tits!

WHACK!

SMACK!

WWHIIIPPP!

WWWHIIIPPPP!!!

„MMMMMMFFFF... „

I couldn’t believe it... he was driving me simply out of my mind with it...

Constantly hitting one then the other of my poor titties...

Until they were actually starting to turn purple...

With the pain...

And he was surely quite an expert with that whip of his...

He was working it so deftly... so smoothly...

I thought he was going to make me faint...

„MMMMFF... „

„You can take it,“ he said to me, smoothly, as he didn’t let up, even for a second, with his whipping... „You can take it... trust me... you’ll love it... I promise... „

I was glad he thought I could take it... that I was going to be able to sustain this kind of pain...

Because as far as I was concerned, there was no way in hell I was going to be able to continue like this...

My eyes were getting all misty...

No, I thought to myself, don’t give him the satisfaction...

Don’t start to cry...

But it was hopeless...

I was starting to bawl like a little baby...

And if I’d harbored any illusions that it was going to make him stop, or maybe feel a little sorry for me, it couldn’t have been further from the truth.

He loved it!

He loved breaking me down and making me cry!

To him it was some sort of conquest...

Some kind of natural superiority he thought he was demonstrating, of men over women!

Well, what can I say?

He was...

It was true...

At least in this particular circumstance.

I mean, here I was, trussed to the nines, half-stripped, ready for anything... and ready to take it...

He was working me to within an inch of myself...

And now, through my tears, somehow I sensed that he was going to stop beating me... that he was going to stop whipping with my tits...

And I was grateful!

I was so grateful for that moment that I could have gotten down on the floor and kissed his feet...

I would have loved the opportunity to do that to him...

Just to show him how fortunate I felt...

And now...

Now, he was looking at me and smiling...

I didn’t like it...

It was that same kind of smile he flashed when he knew there was something he was going to do to me... something particularly mean and heartless!

He began by going back to the wall, leaving me against that pole... imprisoned... his sexual prisoner...

And now he returned with the most frightening device I’d ever seen!

It was some kind of tit press...

He was going to use it on me!

On my tits...

I struggled fiercely now... trying with everything I had to get free...

But it was no use...

I couldn’t...

He’d had me tied too well...

And knew exactly what he was doing...

And there was no way for me to get free from it...

God, how did this happen?

How had I become a sexual prisoner?

I wasn’t sure...

I wasn’t sure of anything...

Except that when he started to put the wooden slats on me, I burst out into an even more vigorous stream of tears and wails...

„Mmmmmmfff... „

„That’s right... just relax, and it’ll go much easier for you... I promise... „

He promised!

He was a maniac!

He was going to press my tits like they were apple...

He was going to make tit cider out of me...

God...

God in heaven...

Help me...

I was begging for some kind of help... some kind of relief from it...

But there was none coming...

I guess that God figured I needed this... I deserved to be punished, and he wasn’t going to prevent it at all!

So I was forced to take it...

To take it all...

And not complain...

As if I could...

And cry my pretty blue eyes out while he began to turn the screws that came up and through the two slats...

They were connected in such a way that as he turned the eyewing nuts that were holding them together, my titties could feel the boards getting tighter and tighter...

God...

So incredible...

I couldn’t believe he was capable of doing something this mean...

Something this monstrous...

Something this wonderful...

Yes...

The sensation of having my tits flattened was just driving me crazy...

I couldn’t get over it...

He was working me over in this most bizarre way, and the more he did the more I liked it...

Until I thought I was going to really lose my mind again...

And once more, almost on cue, my tears came.

„Aaahhh... „ he said, as if he were being somehow rewarded for his work...

„Those lovely tears... they’re beautiful... „

Now, he wiped them away with his hands, as I continued to heave my chest at him...

I was being forced to wear this giant presser on me...

And it hurt so much!

Now, though, he seemed ready to attack me lower down...

Once more...

He pressed his palm into my pussy area... so that I could feel it starting to work on me...

„Mmmmmfff... „

„Yes... you’re so hot down there... „

„Mmmffff... „

„Hard to believe... you get so hot whenever I come near it!“

„Mmmfff... „

„Do you want me to put my fingers in your pussy... „

He was staring at me, really waiting for an answer!

Was he crazy or something?

Of course I wanted him to...

Wasn’t that the way he was going to do it?

I wanted him to put it right to me...

And drive me crazy with it...

Just drive me completely out of my mind...

Now, he was slowly pushing two fingers between my tightened legs...

And watching my face as he did so.

When they were wedged in their, good and tight, he grinned.

„Yes, baby... yes... so good... that’s so good, isn’t it... you love it like that... „

It was true.

I did...

I did love it like that, with his hand wedged in there... with his hand wedged up between my legs...

inching their way towards my pussy...

He must have known that...

He must have known it and loved it... because now it was, driving the both of us crazy...

I couldn’t get over it...

How he knew exactly what to do...

How he loved doing it, also... the way he pushed his fingers slowly between my yielding flesh, until he was right at my pussy!

„MMMMFFF... „

This time my moan was one of pure pleasure... I couldn’t get enough of it now...

Even with my tits tied...

Even with my tits clamped...

Even with my tits whipped...

And especially, even with my tits, pressed!

My pussy was practically bleating with desire.

If it had a voice it would have called him out...

Please...

Take me...

Take me... and fuck me!

Slowly... agonizingly slowly, he forced his fingers to the lips of my hot, swollen and pulsating pussy... and forced them up into me...

„Yes... baby... yes... so good... you like that, don’t you... you like the way that feels... I can tell... „

„Mmmmfff... „

He was right...

If only he’d remove that damn gag, I’d let him know a thing or two...

I’d let him know how good it felt...

I’d show him what pussy was all about...

I’d give him the fucking of his life...

But of course, it was all fruitless...

Because I couldn’t do a thing...

Not a thing to prevent what was going on...

There I was, helpless and hopeless, eager and desirous...

And then, he slipped those two hard and fat fingers of his, right up into me...

While my pussy was closed...

While my legs were lashed together...

And held them there, staring at my face...

Waiting for me to go off...

And don’t you know, it drove me nearly crazy... the way he was working me...

The way his fingers were digging inside of me...

He was going to make me come...

The bastard was going to make me come!

And I couldn’t get over it!

I just couldn’t...

By simply wiggling his fingers he could manipulate me to the point where I was actually going to spend...

Oh... God...

This was too much...

To have to spend for him while he held me like that...

What an animal he was...

What a heartless animal...

Thank God!

Because no one... no man had ever made me come the way he did...

He watched, joyously... as I started to come, over and over again... come for him and let it drip down the side of my leg...

Over and over and over...

Until I thought I was going to go crazy with it...

God...

Now, he was holding his fingers in my pussy and studying my face.

„You love this, don’t you... you really love this... „

What could I say?

I did...

I did love it...

A lot...

And now...

My hips were moving...

Back and forth...

Against those magnificent fingers of his...

I wanted him to know how good it felt...

I wanted him to know how good he was working me...

Like no one had ever done before...

And I was sure no one would ever do again...

„Do you want me to remove the gag,“ he said, huskily...

I couldn’t see, but I was sure that he was hard...

Deep in that rubber suit of his, he must have been pounding away with a blood gorged cock.

How else could you explain the way he was starting to weaken...

The way he was actually thinking of making me take it with my gag off!

Anyway, no matter what his motives, I shook my head violently up and down...

Yes...

Please...

Take it off...

Please, take it off...

Take it off and let me feel it and let met tell you...

Please...

He reached up with one hand, while keeping the other still buried inside of me, and began to remove the gag!

I was amazed!

With one motion he was able to get it off me...

He was able to remove the thing!

It must have been held together by one little bow!

As soon as it was out of my mouth I moaned with relief...

„Ohhhhh... „

„Yes... baby... that feels better doesn’t it... „

„God... „

„Tell me... tell me or I’ll be forced to put it back on you... „

„Yes... „ I said, as soon as I could catch my breath...

„It feels incredible... thank you... thank you so much for taking it off... „

He liked that.

I could tell.

He liked being thanked by me.

Now, he knew more than ever how much I was in his debt...

And in his control.

And he was going to use that against me.

Somehow, he was going to use it to make me come...

Again and again and again..

This must have somehow been my lucky day.

Yes...

I was sure of it...

This had to be my lucky mother-fucking day.

Take me... take me... please... Gustav... take me... and do what you want with me...

„Ohhh... thank you... thank you thank you thank you... „

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