Bamboo Cane - Sex Stories

Bamboo Cane

The shift in our conversation is only slightly awkward. We started the evening with the type of easy, casual pleasantries expected of strangers getting acquainted. I stand at the side of his bed, nervous and shy. He removes all my clothes except my panties. I feel myself becoming wet. He begins to wrap rope around each of my breasts, gently guiding me to bend over so he could keep the rope as close to my rib cage as possible. When he is finished, both my breasts are tied tight and the exposed skin is taut and turning pink. My nipples are hard little bumps and he brushes them with his fingers while he watches my face. I keep my eyes down, embarrassed to show how excited I am. His actions inspire lust in me, but not his personality. I am afraid that he is too gentle. Next he uses another length of rope to tie my arms behind my back. When he is done, he applies clamps to my swollen nipples and pulls on each in turn. I can no longer pretend I am unmoved, and must lick my lips and swallow after I moan as my mouth has began to water. He has me kneel at the end of the bed so he can flog my breasts. The flogger is small, with heavy suede tails that tickle when he drags them across my skin. I expect it to sting, but again he is gentle, and the blows hurt but are not unbearable. "Now I need you to take your spankings," he says and helps me to my feet. "Lie on the bench." At the foot of the bed is an upholstered bench, about two by four feet. He has me kneel at one end and lay my body ...

... along the bench. My clamped nipples are crushed against the padding by my body and burn with pain. "Are you ready? I am using my hand first" He begins slapping the exposed parts of my ass, hard enough to raise some color but not hard enough to sting. His breathing becomes louder and faster, and I tense with the thrill of anticipation- what did he have planned for me? His hand starts to move, hitting lower, closer to the more sensitive skin of my thighs. The blows come harder and I fight the urge to squirm. Suddenly he pulled my panties down. The sensation of the air hitting my wet pussy made me gasp. I wanted him to fuck me, or at least finger me, but he only spread my ass to examine me before resuming my spanking. He hit me steadily, and the smacks began to sting badly enough that I whimpered. My ass felt hot and swollen like my cunt. He stopped and slowly guided my upward until I was sitting on my feet. Sitting up made the clamps on my nipples sway, sending an intense sharp pain through me. He smiled and moved each clamp just the smallest bit with his fingers. I sucked my breath in, relishing the attention. "They hurt, huh?" he grinned like a little boy. "Should I take them off?" "They'll hurt even worse, then!" I laughed a little, then licked my lips again. He put his hands on the clamps and twisted slowly. I gasped, and he opened the clamps and tossed them on the bed. The pain was deep and dull, but my pussy throbbed. He walked to the side of the bed, facing me. "These are ...