Teasing

My girlfriend teases me with all of the things which she says that she wants me to do to her.

   “I want you to whip my naughty arse.” she says, whispering in my ear. “I have been a bad girl, and deserve to be punished. I want you to take one of those metal car aerials and stretch it out, and then whip my arse with it, using all of the strength in your arm. I bet that you would not have to swing many times before blood began to seep out of my wounds. You would like that, wouldn’t you, watching little droplets of blood slowly drip from my arse as I groaned in pain. But that would not stay your hand. The sight of the blood would only drive you into a frenzy, so that you would whip me quicker and quicker, not caring one whit about the agony that I would be feeling. Because you are a sadist and things like that turn you on, don’t they?”

   I groan with lust.

“Or perhaps you would like to torture my tits?” she whispers. “You could tie them at the base with wet rawhide, which will shrink even further as the leather dries out, leaving my tits looking like a pair of purple plums, the flesh so tight that it feels like it should almost burst. My breasts are entirely defenceless, my nipples erect and pointing outwards, begging for punishment. Will you use the car aerial on my breasts, cutting through the skin? No, you have another idea of how best to punish my bulging breasts. You have long, sharp, aluminium skewers which you will force through the flesh of my breasts, one after the other, as I scream in agony. But you will have no mercy. I am going to take all of those skewers, half a dozen in each breast. I know you want to do it. But that pain will not be enough for me. You will attach wires to the skewers, so that you can shock the inside of my breasts. You will shock them over and over, slowly increasing the current as you take me far beyond agony.”

   I groan with lust.

“But perhaps you would prefer to torture my dirty, horny cunt.” she whispers. “That is really what you want to torture, isn’t it? It is the heart of my sexuality. So, of course, you want to bring it agony, tormenting it, hurting it like it has never been hurt before. Will you whip it? Yes, to sensitise it, for more tortures to come. Will you shock it? Yes, of course you will. You will force big, bulbous metal dildoes inside my cunt and arsehole, and then send shocks into as my muscles tighten and I scram in pain. You like to hear me scream, don’t you? That is why you don’t gag me. You like to hear me scream, and then beg for the torture to end, for the pain has gone beyond anything that I can stand.”

   I groan with lust.

“You eventually remove the metal dildoes, and I think that you are being merciful. But then you order me to spread my cunt wide with my fingers, so that you can see its pink insides. Of course I obey you, even though I fear what is to come. I grab my labia and pull them so hard to the side that I am in pain. I am as open as if I was at the gynaecologists, spread open by his tools. You can see almost down to my cervix.

   “It is time to torture the insides of my cunt. For that you light a cigarette. Yes, you are going to burn inside my cunt, so that when you finally choose to fuck me I will be entirely dry inside, and the only lubrication will come from the blisters which your cock will burst.

   “I know that the idea of burning me turns you on. I know that you read all of those stories about burning women with lit cigarettes. You like to read about the burning ember of a cigarette slowly descending to touch a nipple, or the ash knocked off inside a wide open cunt. But the thing which turns you on the most is the idea of a lit cigarette coming into contact with an erect clitoris. That is what you will do to me, to end the session. Yes, you will touch the orange end of the cigarette to my clit over and over again. Just the gentlest and quickest of touches, so that I feel every iota of the pain, but you do not kill off any of those nerve endings. You want to be able to burn me again and again and again. You will burn all along the shaft of my erect clitoris as I scream in agony from the cigarette torture. Then you will burn the very tip of my clit, and you will laugh as you do so, taking glee in my torture.”

   I groan with lust, because that is all I can do. And that is because at that moment in time I am tied to the bed and gagged, so that I can’t do anything at all. My cock has been hard throughout her whispering in my ear, and all it needs is a touch for me to cum. But, of course, that touch never comes. Just more whispers in my ear…