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Slow Tease, Sweet Revenge 10
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Subject: Slow Tease, Sweet Revenge (Part X)
Date: Thu, 18 May 1995 20:24:31 UTC
Bob awoke on his knees. He was still tied to the bed, but this time he was
kneeling at the head, up on the mattress, with his hands cuffed behind him
to the headboard. Marie and I were kissing on the mattress... she in red
lingerie with gartered silk stockings and me in black with fishnets. I had my
hand in Marie's panties and she was hugging me and sticking her toungue deep
inside my mouth. As Marie began to come, I pulled down her corset and licked
and sucked at her breasts. Her moans filled our little bungalow.
While Bob was passed out, we did ourselves up like we do before we dance...
our hair was brushed - free and long, and we were made up like models. We had
lingerie, a feather duster and two bottles of champagne... and we had all
night. We were headed for a long, slow session of sweet lovemaking. Right
before Bob's eyes.
"It's your turn", Marie told me, as she eased me back onto the bed. Lying on
my back, I could look straight up and see Bob's painfully harnessed cock
straining upward at a 45 degree angle. While I was contemplating the pain his
balls must have been in, I could feel Marie sucking the little toe of my left
foot. I gasped as she slowly progressed from toe to toe, carressing my calves
as she went.
She ever-so gradually began to lick her way up my legs. As she did, I grew
hotter and hotter... squirming on the bed. "Ooh baby... I'm on fire!", I said
breathlessly as she began to work on my thighs. Her soft tongue playfully
flitted its way up to the hair surrounding my pussy. She held my hands down
at my sides as she began to tease my clitoris with soft kisses... licking and
sucking the hard little bud.
I was practically hyperventilating when she moved up to my belly. Marie's
silky hair gently brushed along my body while she erotically bathed by body
with her toungue. By the time she began circling my aching nipples with her
sweet kisses, she was caressing the sides of my body. She was driving me
absolutely nuts!
I tried to tell her that she had complete control over my body, but I was
breathing to hard to talk. So I just moaned and whimpered. From time to time
I would catch a glimpse of Bob's tortured genitals and a wave of heat would
shoot through my body... building up to a savage orgasm; one I was beginning
to be afraid of having. I felt at that point that any more sexual intensity
would certainly cause me to self-combust!
By the time Marie planted her voluptuous mouth on mine, my entire body was
trembling out of control. I could feel her beautiful breasts rubbing against
mine as she simultaneously pressed her wet, warm pussy against mine. She
frenched me and squeezed her body against mine while she spread my legs with
hers and held her bush tight to mine... and I was in sexual ecstasy!
"You are the sexiest woman in the world", she told me. I felt like it.
Although I also felt that it was Marie who was the ultimate lover!
After paying me such a beautiful compliment, Marie began to work her way down
my body... just as slowly as before. I was beginning to swoon, dizzily on the
verge of fainting. I felt her luscious tongue on my clitoris again. She
turned herself around so that her pussy was right over my face, eclipsing Bob's
agonized manhood from my view.
The moment I began feverishly licking at her vagina, Marie squeezed her body to
mine and we merged into a taught, ecstatic ball. With our tongues deep inside
each other, we both exploded in orgasm! I wrapped my arms around Marie as far
as they would go and I held on as tight as possible... for fear of disappearing
entirely! We both heaved and convulsed and rolled over each other and onto the
floor. My orgasm seemed to last forever, as Marie and I continued licking each
other on the floor.
When we were done, we climbed back onto the bed and undressed each other.
Neither of us looked at Bob's face the entire time. We were doing this for
each other, and it was just a bonus for Bob to feel the cold sting of isolation
as he jealously watched us indulging in each other. To his complete exclusion.
Completely overwhelmed, he didn't utter a peep the entire time.
When I had Marie naked, I reached for the feather duster and began dusting her
tits with it. On her knees, she tossed her head back and placed her hands far
behind her, arching her back on the mattress while she gyrated her hips. I
slipped a finger into her pussy as I continued to titillate her with the
feather duster. As Marie grew more and more excited, I decided to mock Bob by
taunting her. "Ooh, suffer baby!", I teased.
"No... please?", begged Marie, and we both began to giggle.
"I want you on your knees, you little bitch", I said to her as I began to turn
her so that she faced Bob. "I want you to grovel at my feet."
"Why are you doing this to me?", she implored, imitating Bob. At this point,
Bob began to look a little less delirious and a little more alert.
With Marie on all fours, staring straight into Bob's face, I began to spank her
while I continued tickling her with the feather duster. Each time I hit her,
she let out a little squeal and rocked forward to peck Bob on the lips. After
a while, I got off the bed and fetched the dildo out of our bag. "Don't move,
you little slut", I commanded.
"Oh... please help me, mister", Marie asked Bob, in a little girl voice. When
I got back on the bed, she was running the tip of her tongue around and around
Bob's lips. His cock and balls were in agony as they strained against their
cruel leather harness. His red face, beaded with sweat, betrayed his pain and
he gritted his teeth as Marie continued to deliver her soft retribution.
I strapped the dildo around my waist and rubbed some lubricant on it... although
Marie's snatch seemed to be offering more than enough of its own. Then I glided
it into her, gently. While I fucked Marie, she alternately moaned, laughed, and
kissed Bob's trembling mouth. His face was so red, it looked like his head was
going to explode, and he started squirming from the pain in his genitals.
Marie began moaning loudly and tossing her hair around so that it hit Bob in
the face. When her orgasm was upon her, she was licking his chest and
squeezing his shoulders. I let her down easy, fucking her slow before pulling
the dildo out. I got off the bed and put the dildo on the dresser. I grabbed
the little leather cat-o'-nine tails out of our bag and threw it to her. It
was a sweet whip... no barbs, like the medeival version... but very effective
in the right hands.
"Whip the dog", I commanded.
"With pleasure, m'lady", Marie responded. "Hard or soft?"
"VERY hard."
"With great pleasure, m'sweet lady." Marie moved to the right of Bob and gave
him a taste of her formiddable tennis forearm - right across his chest. The
man who was mutely writhing in intense agony since he awoke on his knees, tied
to the head of the bed, finally let out the most anguished scream I had ever
heard up to that point. It sounded like a combination of a man being torn into
pieces and a baby wailing for its mother.
I popped a tape into the radio as Marie's lashes grew louder, and I cranked up
the volume. I began to dance sexily to the African drum music that filled the
room. Bob looked like a twisted, tortured soul as he stared at my voluptuous
victory dance through his tears. He was completely out of breath, so each time
Marie walloped him, he just let out a wheezing grunt.
I was really getting sexy as I moved closer to the bed. I stopped off at the
dresser to grab a candle from the bag, which I lit as I began to dance closer.
I gyrated my hips and turned around and around, smiling wickedly at my helpless
victim as I approached. All the while, Marie made him weep with her expert
handling of the whip.
After circling the bed for a long time, savoring my power, I climbed up on the
mattress and stood over Bob. Marie stopped her whipping and got off the bed to
begin dancing to the African drums. She held the whip between her legs with
one hand in front and one in back, sliding it over her pussy as she performed.
As Bob weakly watched his other tormentor gleefully taunt him with her sex, I
began to inflict a new sensation on his miserable body. When the first drop of
hot wax landed on his shoulder, his head snapped up and he stared crazily at me
with his mouth wide open. "I'm gonna make you burn, baby", I said, putting
throaty emphasis on the word "burn".
I moved the candle over Bob's helpless body and dripped wax onto his arms,
chest, neck, back... and even on his forehead. After about twenty drops or so,
he was bucking so hard I almost fell off the bed. But I didn't... I just
ruthlessly continued. Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three... Bob was no longer
begging with words. He was reduced to gags, grunts and gasps.
After I went through more than three-quarters of the candle, Bob's entire torso
seemed like it was covered with wax. Marie was sweaty from dancing to the
frenzied drums, and she hopped back onto the bed. I blew out the candle and
Marie stood on the right side of Bob and straddled his right shoulder. I
straddled his left and we hugged and kissed each other while we humped his head
between us. We fucked like this for a good, long time... in no particular hurry
to cum. Once we finally did... our hot pussies pressing down against each of
his broad shoulders... we jumped down off the bed and stood back to appreciate
our work.
First I went to turn off the radio, then Marie and I stood with an arm around
each other's hips, and we looked Bob over like a piece of abstract art... or a
4-H farm animal.
"Exquisite, Heather", said Marie. "You really know how to destroy a man."
"I've always considered myself a femme fatale", I laughed. "Always leave 'em
beggin' for more!"
Marie's eyes widened as she focused on Bob's penis. "Holy shit! Look at his
cock!"
I looked down and couldn't believe my eyes. Bob's tortured cock seemed twice
as big as when it was normally erect and it was deep purple. His nuts were
incredibly engorged and looked as if they were about to explode. The straps
were digging into his male apparatus and they looked as if they would break
skin any minute. Bob's breathing was very fast and shallow. Obviously, we
took him well over the edge with our last little torture session and now he
was in a state that could require hospitalization if we didn't move fast.
Marie saw no hurry. She walked up to him with a big smile on her face. "Does
that hurt, Bobby?", she teased as she ran her fingers up his inner thigh.
"Marie, I think we should remove the cock harness", I recommended. "We don't
want his little pecker to fall off."
"I guess you're right, Heather. At least not yet."
I walked over to Bob and was just about to remove the leather straps when
Marie stopped me, "Wait", she said. I just want to savor this moment a little
longer."
With that, Marie wet her lips and started to gently suck on the head of Bob's
twisted cock.
"Oh, you're sooooo cruel Marie!", I laughed. I look up into Bob's eyes as he
wordlessly looked to me for mercy... imploring me with his eyes to make her
stop.
"That's good, Bobby", I said coldly and softly. "I like that expression on
your face. It tells me that you finally understand what's happening here. It
tells me that you are learning the bitter taste of total defeat."
Bob looked away toward the door, with tears welling up in his eyes, biting his
lower lip. Meanwhile, Marie kept sucking and licking the head of a cock that
would never come.
"That's it, honey", I quietly taunted. "Cry like a little baby. That's what
we're here for. To make you cry."
Bob lurched his head back and looked straight up at the ceiling, letting out a
a loud, wavering sob. "Ooohhh... stop. Pleeeeeeease."
Marie finally stopped, smiled, and slid a finger up Bob's ass. When he moved
his hips in response, he wretched from the pain below his waist. I knew it was
finally time to undo the cock harness... if for no better reason than to avoid
getting puked on.
Smiling at the satisfaction of seeing Bob's cock twisted like a piece of beef
jerky, I ran my finger over his taught scrotum to the snap at the base of his
balls. Just for one last kick, I gave his bag a squeeze... causing him to
violently throw his head back, hitting the wall. Giggling to myself, I
unsnapped the wicked straps and removed the harness.
Seeing Bob's cock free for the first time in many hours, I simply couldn't
resist the temptation to stroke it oh so lightly. Not surprisingly, Bob still
winced in abject agony.
"I think we should tie him spread-eagle again and go for a swim", said Marie.
I agreed. First, though, we took him to the bathroom and let him do his thing.
Of course, we chaperoned him to make sure he couldn't "play with himself".
Then I fed him some more bread and water.
After all that, we stretched Bob out again, tying his hands to the head of the
bed and his feet to the foot. It would be a while before his cock returned to
its normal size, so Marie and I figured to go and have some fun while the
feeling slowly seeped back into Bob's numb groin. As for his balls, they would
not shrink... they would eventually grow larger, if possible.
We put on our bikinis and slathered sun-tan lotion over each other's beautiful
bodies as Bob stared. When we were done, I blew him a kiss and Marie laughed
as we strode out the door. He would have plenty of time alone to think... and
to be tormented by the returning sensation in his dick... he might even cry out
for us to return, madly begging the silent walls. But he would be alone. In
misery.
(TO BE CONTINUED...)
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