Sovereign Road

Looking back, the me of just over a week ago would have been completely out of my mind at the current situation.

I knelt at the foot of the bed in Michaela's room. Having just cuffed her wrists and ankles to each corner of the bedposts, I was now finishing up tying some rope tightly from one thigh to the other, feeding the rope around the bottom of the bed frame to keep her legs spread in the bent position. Having never really used rope for much of anything, I felt it safer using the cuffs provided by Lucy to do most of the harder securing. For what I had planned, I didn't want her able to get loose.

Once I had finished tying off the last knot and tested the strength of the binding, I stepped back and admired the pretty, bound brunette for a few moments before moving on to the next stage of my morning's experimentation. I had left Michaela dressed only in her cute white stockings, a thick pink leather collar and of course her tiny chastity cage for the proceedings, though the latter was about to come off too. Possibly for the first time in a while from what Lucy had suggested the day prior.

Her eyes watched me intently as I reached under my shirt for the key which hung there, widening when they realised just what it was I had produced. I could definitely spot the excitement she tried so hard to restrain, though there was definitely some wariness there too. I slipped the ornate key into the lock on her pink cage, turning it before slowly removing the device. Her cock was bigger than I had expected for being in such a confined space, though as it hardened at its new found freedom it still only reached around 3 1/2, maybe 4 inches at maximum. Aside from her small, well maintained patch of candy pink fur she was completely bare. The base of her cock and her balls looked totally smooth and soft.

A few months ago I had stumbled on a video of a bound woman having icy hot applied to her pussy, the sound of her reactions and the helpless thrusting of her hips to try and quell the fire had mesmerised me. I had searched the internet for similar videos and experiences, with some mentioning tiger balm as a nasty alternative. I had been left wondering just how bad it could be, but would never apply the damn stuff to myself so resigned it to the realms of mere fantasy. Now, of course, I had the perfect test subject. Lucy had told me to experiment, after all. Whatever Michaela saw in my face as I pondered this obviously informed her nothing good was coming, the fear intensifying in her eyes. I didn't miss the twitch from down below, though.

When I returned to the room carrying an empty glass, a rubber glove and the tub of tiger balm it didn't take long for the bound girl to realise what was coming. Her head shook rapidly from side to side, her arms flailed as she tried to free herself of her bondage as the begging started.

"Please Sir, not that. I-I'll suck your cock if you want! Wouldn't you like that? You can cage me back up and I'll take such good care of you! There's no need for that stuff!" Her eyes flashing from the balm, to me and back again as her begging increased.

"Shhhh." I whispered, "I'm going to give your little girl meat some much needed attention, you might even get to cum if you're a good girl and stop whining." I have to admit the look of utter horror on her face at being unable to stop this got me off like nothing else, any sympathy I felt was far outweighed by my arousal and curiosity.

I slipped the glove over my right hand, stereotypically snapping it against my wrist as a shiver travelled down my spine at the power I held. After undoing the lid on the tub and placing it to one side, I let my left hand drift down her front from her neck, over her trim waist and past her straining rod. I reached under her, mimicking Lucy's earlier move as I cupped her sensitive balls. I felt their heat against my skin, something so satisfying about rolling them between my fingers. Each time I lightly pinched one she would gasp and her hard little pole would twitch so pathetically. I could have a lot of fun with these, I thought to myself.

Returning to the task at hand I dipped my gloved hand into the tub and withdrew a sizeable dollop of the balm. An exploratory sniff left my nose feeling singed and my eyes lightly watering. Smiling to myself, I lowered my hand and brought it closer to Michaela's groin. Her begging started up again, tenfold this time as her stare followed my hand, her body trying to recoil from me but hitting the bed frame behind her.

"Hush now, let me take care of this little thing for you." I muttered to the bound girl as I reached out and encircled the pulsing tool. With a defeated mewl and a whimper, her begging ceased as she went silent for a few moments, the effect obviously not kicking in just yet. I took this time to work my gloved fist up and down a little, coating the length of her shaft in the substance, before having another thought and pulling her small foreskin back to apply some around the sensitive glans, finishing by taking another finger of balm from the tub and smearing it over her tip. Feeling particularly...intrigued... I also dipped my little finger just inside the opening of her head.

It didn't take long. Perhaps a second or so later the gasping began. Her pelvis rocking back and forth as her breathing became erratic.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Ouch. Fuck it burns!" She began squealing over and over.

I sat there and watched, bathing in her reactions as she suffered, purely for my pleasure. It seemed to go on and on, slowly spreading out into waves of intensity. I couldn't contain myself much longer, standing up and pulling my own cock free. Making damn sure I did it with the un-gloved hand! I stepped up to the suffering little girlie and fed my cock past her parted lips. She was reluctant at first but soon started suckling. She was clearly completely inexperienced, nothing like her mother's blowjob of the day before. Yet somehow that made it just as good. I got to corrupt her, forcing her to do this, whether she wanted to or not. The fact that she was suffering for me, her own privates in a world of pain whilst she was forced to serve me, to pleasure me. It was so damn good.

I rocked myself in and out of her, occasionally pressing into her throat and leaving her gagging, her face nothing but a sloppy, crying mess as I took my pleasure. Once again, it didn't take long before I hit the edge. Grabbing the back of her head, I held her in place as I began to shoot rope after rope of spunk into her mouth.

"Swallow it!" I commanded, "Get it all down like a good girl."

I watched her reluctant throat work, the slight tightening of her mouth with every swallow multiplying my pleasure. Eventually it was over, my breath slowly coming down as I relaxed. Withdrawing from her mouth I relished the completely used look of her as she still suffered from the tail end of the balm, small whimpers still emanating from her. She was starting to relax, clearly believing that this was over as she tried to collect herself. Oh, how she was wrong.

The look of utter devastation as I reached into the tub and brought my hand to her cock again was incredible. She began to sob as her warm, hard shaft once again found itself within my grasp. This time, however, I kept stroking. Pumping away at her rod as she suffered under the affects of the balm. Despite the pain, she was clearly still affected by my touch. Her hips began to thrust up into my grip as I worked. Her teeth biting into her pouty lower lip as she closed her eyes. I brought the glass from earlier to the tip of her little girl meat, furiously pumping with my other hand as I watched her face, uttering words of encouragement as I pushed her to the edge.

Her brow furrowed and her rod flexed in my palm as she tipped over the edge. As soon as I felt it, I tore my hand away with a devious smile stretching across my face. I simply held the glass to her cock, watching as the pathetic thing bounced and flailed around, desperately seeking stimulation as she suffered through her ruined orgasm. Her cum continued to fall into the glass as she groaned in desperation, her hips continuing to thrust out of her control as she suffered.

Finally, the last few dregs of her spend entered the glass as she slumped in utter defeat. She was left completely spent and yet totally un-satisfied. The residual sting from the balm still obviously at work as she whimpered and moaned into her shoulder. I placed the glass to one side and made a trip to the freezer. It took a few minutes of icing her cock, much to her screaming dissatisfaction, before I was able to cram the thing back into her cage where it belonged. Locking it firmly in place and returning the key to my neck, I revelled in the confidence and authority I felt around Michaela now. 

She was mine.

Prying her mouth open with my freshly cleaned hands, I upended the glass full of her watery cum onto her tongue.

As I fed the bound girl her own spunk I leaned to whisper into her ear.

"That was fun wasn't it. We'll have to make sure to do that again, maybe see if I can find anything stronger."

She shook beneath me.

"Drink up, just like a good girlie."