H's Story - Part 1 - Sex Stories

H's Story - Part 1

... in that “good way” she really didn’t understand completely. As the metal of the clamps warmed to her skin temperature, his fingers traced their way around her breasts and down her stomach, sliding to the side and caressing her hips. Down her thighs they went, so slowly that she could barely tell they were moving at times. She longed for him to touch here "there", felt she'd do anything for just one finger grazing the wetness between her legs but feared it might be enough, at this point, to take her over the edge. She was certain that would be a violation and, while she was curious what the punishment would be, she did not want to experience it. Not when this was so wonderful. He obviously had other ideas, so she tried to concentrate on the sensations he was giving her but he seemed to have more than ten fingers, more than two hands, more than one mouth. His touch, his caress, his kisses and licks, continued in the most mundane of places but with an amazing effect. She was as awake and alert as she had ever been but so completely relaxed and calm at the same time. She was able to focus a little when he sucked on her fingers and toes gently. It wasn't an entirely good or bad sensation but it was new and somehow, the way he did it, she knew it was very naughty. Then, slowly, tenderly, his fingers slid up her thigh, leaning down to speak to her softly, "No matter what I do, my little sweet one, you are not to orgasm. Nod if you understand." She nodded she understood, but she was ...

... sure that the first time he touched her... there... she would not be able to control herself. His fingers reached the top of her thigh, sliding up one side of her wetness and down the other. She fought for control with everything she had, her breath coming in short, rapid bursts. He laid his hand between her legs, letting one finger rest in the center against her core. She squinted her eyes and involuntarily tried to closer her legs but the ropes held fast. She felt it welling up inside her as his finger began to slide up and down just a tiny bit, the pressure increasing slightly. No. She would not fail him, not now. She pushed her mind elsewhere, doing alphabetical lists in her head and listening hard for the music. She would win over her desires, her needs. His finger shifted now, circling within the soft folds of flesh and pressing down harder. She began to lose control, her hips rising, her arms and legs straining at her bonds and then suddenly he stopped and withdrew his hand. As she lay there panting and fighting for control, he leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Shhh, my little sweet one. Breathe deeply and concentrate. I'm going to give you some time to relax but I'll be right here beside you, I promise." She could feel him sit up and shift on the edge of the bed until his hip was just barely in contact with hers. When she was confident that he was staying there, she tried to relax and breathe slowly and deeply, letting the soft, classical music guide her thoughts ...