Alice in Thunderland - Sex Stories

Alice in Thunderland

... felt it. There was no swish or any sound at all, just the gentle tickling of the feather’s edge as he traced it slowly down from her neck to where her legs were pulled tightly apart by the shape of the cross. The edge of the feather slipped across her clit and started down between her legs, but then it was turned so that its touch encircled her throbbing nub. A shrill, “Aaahhhh” escaped her lips. She thrashed against the leather which held her tight to the cross. ‘I could remain still in the stocks against birch rods,’ she almost screamed out, ‘but I am driven wild by a feather?’ The feather continued its course up her body, and fingers now took their place on her clit. They rubbed and twirled and slid while the feather itself slowly danced across her breasts and tickled the very edges and then the tips of her nipples. Nothing else touched her body anywhere. Only the feather and the fingers, but that was enough. That was more than enough. She could hear her voice growing louder and more shrill as her cries became almost continuous grunts which changed only in pitch as she drew in or exhaled her forceful breath. “You wanted someone to control you,” he said. The feather swirled around a nipple. “I control you.” The feather and the fingers continued their dance. “You cannot find release unless I tell you that you may. You will cum when I command and not before. ... Do you understand that, Alice?” “Yes,” she panted. “I understand, master.” She grunted and groaned before adding, ...

... “But I need to cum so badly now. Please let me cum. Please!” His only answer was a laugh. “I could take away my fingers... or the feather... and leave you to smolder here on the cross.” “No!” she screamed. “No. Please master, do not do that.” She was crying as she begged, “No. Take me higher... let me feel more... ... and let me cum!” Again he laughed. “I will take you higher, and you will feel even more, but you will not cum until I order you to do so.” The feather began moving slightly faster as did the fingers. Alice could feel the passion welling within her. Her head was throwing from side to side. She was pulling against the wrist restraints with all her might. She could feel her hips pushing against his hand and her legs attempting to lower herself down onto his fingers. She heard her voice chanting, “Please, please, please, please, please,” almost as if it were speaking on its own. She was losing control of her body and her mind. “Please, master,” she screamed, “let me cum!” Laughter, again, was his only response. That and increased pressure with his fingers and increased speed with the feather. Then suddenly the hand was gone. So was the feather. Alice strained against the restraints trying to bring her body back into contact with either one. The feather touched her once again. This time on the very top of her forehead. “When the feather reaches your clit, you may cum,” he said in a soft but very stern voice. The feather moved slowly– very slowly– down her body. It ...