♦ I left you on a slight cliff-hanger last time, sort of, and so it’s really about time I got on with things and told you all the rest of the story. So here’s part two, after the cropping and cocksucking and so on, of what happened when we first put me in my new outfit… ♦

♦ I had come when I shouldn’t have, turning my punishment into pleasure. So I needed more punishment. More teasing, more pleasant torture and sinful, delicious being used.

As I lay somewhat out of breath on the bed, hot and sweating inside my nurse’s dress, the white latex clinging to my flushed skin, Fractal pulled himself forward, hovering over me. He was naked and had a cruel look in his eyes, his calculated ‘anger’ just what I deserved for being so bad.

He crept further up my body, pushing the very tip of his hard cock into the wet flesh surrounding my clitoris. My tender clit sent waves of pleasure into me as his skin met mine, his glans rubbing against me. He moved back and forth slowly, teasing, his sex skimming up the length of mine. I lifted my lower body up, pressing back and soon he entered me, a single forceful thrust sending him fully inside me.

He felt amazing. He thrusted. Back and forth. The weight of his lower body half-pinning me down, his arms either side of me adding to the sense of being his, of bondage without rope or chain. I was moaning and he knew he was making me need to come again.

Soon he lowered the top half of his body too, now engaging his hands not in holding himself up but in grasping my two latex-enclosed breasts. His fingers closed on my poor, sore nipples, tweaking at the already teased and tortured buds. They hurt. It was going to make me come.

My moans grew and between them I told him that his treatment of my breasts was bringing me closer to climax. He grinned, but didn’t want me to come. This was my punishment. Teasing. I wasn’t to come.

Fractal told me that he was going to keep fucking me anyway, but that I had to be a good girl. He’d continue to fuck me for 30 seconds longer and I had to endure that time right on the edge of orgasm, but not reach it. I had to hold out. He counted the seconds out slowly, still thrusting hard. I shivered and panted on the edge, trying hard to do as I was told.

When the 30 seconds was up he pulled out, the sudden lack of his cock in me causing me to gasp as it always does.

He told me to assume the position I’d discovered that week, whilst browsing the pictures in the book I’d bought. Almost an all-fours position, but not quite. I was on my knees, legs apart and ass in the air, displaying my pussy and anus in a way that made me feel very vulnerable and therefore very hot. The weight of my torso was on my shoulders and neck, my face turned to one side, half-pushed into the mattress. My arms were between my legs, resting on the bed, a hand next to each ankle.

In this position I was helpless to resist any punishments or pleasures given to me, particularly as Fractal brought out the handcuffs, closing them around my wrists. He also added one of our red rope ties to my legs. It felt wonderful to be tied up like that. I think I may very well love B over and above even D, S and M.

He started to spank me. Hard hits against each cheek. Needless to say that felt wonderful too. (Am I saying that too much? :P) The slaps became harder and I cried out often until after a time he switched to the crop, what is fast becoming perhaps my favourite of our small number of hitty devices (it’s fairly new actually, Fractal having broken the last one while slightly the worse for wear, for shaaaame). It really does do the trick.

Throughout all this I was helpless in position, my limbs tied, my hands actually grabbing on to the rope between my ankles, half for support and half out of that compulsion to hold on tight or claw at things  which comes with a good thrashing or rough orgasmic sex (beware the gentlemen who lets his skin into my grasp when this happens, Fractal still has the scabs from when I broke the skin over a week ago. Long scratches at the base of his back, very pretty indeed).

“You know the good thing about tying you up like this?” Fractal asked me when he’d finished with the crop.

“What’s that, sir?”

“I can touch myself all I want and you can’t do anything about it. All you can do is lie there and listen .” He knows how much I love to touch his cock, he knows how frustrated it gets me, how worked up, when he masturbates himself and won’t let me touch.

I whimpered.

After an agonising few minutes I heard him stop and felt the mattress shift as he moved closer to me, behind me. I felt the tip of his cock against me again. He rubbed the head over my anus and pussy, teasing before once again plunging it inside me. I groaned. I love to be taken from behind, it feels amazing. And he can go so deep inside me and move so easily that the sex becomes so rough and intense.

It was when I looked back at him that I noticed that Fractal seemed almost possessed. The way he moved suggested to me that he was getting into things even more that usual. He was practically rocketing back and forth, his face showing wild pleasure. And he was gasping. He’s so quiet usually during sex that this alone was a huge turn-on.

Then he had an idea.

He left the room and came back with something and soon I felt the harsh cold bite of an ice cube against my clitoris, he rubbed it up against me as a little switch inside me flicked back and forth rapidly between intense pleasure and pretty intense pain. One second I couldn’t bear it, the next I loved it. He moved the cube to the opening of my pussy and pushed it inside me. His cock swiftly followed.

Now he really gasped. He told me afterwards that fucking me with the ice in my pussy felt fantastic. He kept thrusting hard and fast and soon I was close to coming, the ice somewhat numbing the effect in a strange, but pleasant, fashion. I asked if I could touch myself, but he refused me. I wanted so badly to come that way, but the refusal was also hot. It seems I like my denial.

Fractal pulled out and told me to lie on my stomach, he entered me in missionary then, but with his legs on the outside and mine locked as tightly as I could together, squeezing his cock in my pussy. His hands once again rested on the latex covering my tender, pinched nipples and the rest of my breasts. He squeezed at them and it felt marvellous. They were sore and aching and the nipples had been put through a lot for me, but I loved that he continued to play with, and thereby punish, them.

“Harder.” I said.

He got rougher, pulling and pawing at them, squeezing, pinching. I started to come. And as I did so I begged for him to torment my breasts harder. I lose track of how many orgasms were in that little chain, but by the last one I had sucked Fractal into the chain with me and he climaxed, coming hard inside me.

We lay there for a while when we were done, we stroked each others’ faces and basked in the glory of some damn good sex. It’s certainly in the running for best sex we’ve had. ♦