BREAKING PAULA'S LIMITS
part 2
When she drifted awake, it was early afternoon and her body
was still tingling. She slowly opened her eyes and it took a long
moment before she was able to focus on anything but the feeling of the
vibrations that seemed to rush over every part of her skin. But then
she smiled, as the memory of the evening before became clear in her
mind...
He had been as good as his word... he had said five hours and
it certainly had felt like it. After the agonizing build up, her body
had been as tight as a drawn bow spring, and when he had impaled her
on the amazing "saddle" she had erupted in a furious orgasm, which was
quickly followed by another, and another... In moments she was cuming
in waves, each one crashing forward as the one before receded, and she
lost all sense of time. She wasn't even certain whether or not she had
passed out, though she remembered her mind drifting in a heavenly,
peaceful place, as if separate from her body. She recalled the
torments being stopped at various points, and the feeling of warm,
moist clothes being lovingly swab over her body, soothing and cooling
her. But before she could fully recover her wits, the "attentions"
would begin again, each time with a bit of variation that attacked new
portions of her body and sent her careening off again, into that sweet
void.
She certainly hadn't remembered, at least not clearly, being
removed from the device and tucked tenderly into bed. But the moment
her head had hit the pillow she was asleep as deeply as if she had
died.
And now she was back, enjoying the lingering aftermath of the
experience... something she was certain she would never forget.
She rolled over and suddenly felt the stiffness in her
shoulders from the tightness of the bondage the night before, but it
was not nearly as sore as she had imagined it would be. She had bourne
it well, and was as proud of having done so as anything she had ever
accomplished in her life before.
Suddenly he was there, at the foot of the bed, a large tray in
his hands, a gentle, loving smile on his face.
"Good morning. Time to eat. Sit up, please" he said gently.
She pushed herself up in bed as he set the bed-tray over her
legs. On it was a veritable feast of all her favorite morning dishes
as well as a small vase containing a single red rose.
"Love, I wanted to tell you - " she began but he quickly
shushed her, cutting her off.
"No need" he said simply. "Eat."
She smiles and obediantly dug into the meal.
As soon as she was finished, he removed the tray, setting it
aside, threw back the covers and helped her to her feet, sweeping her
up in a warm and comforting embrace which lingered some moments before
he took her by the shoulders and pushed her back, gazing down into her
eyes.
Having seen there whatever he was seeking, his lips stretched
in a wide, satisfied smile and he spoke again, quietly.
"Now, go take a nice, hot shower and get dressed. I've
arranged a little surprise for you tonight."
A shudder of anticipation rolled through her, wondering what
him might have in mind for her this time, but she simply nodded
obediently, turned and trudged into the bathroom.
The shower felt wonderful, soothing all her aching muscles and
she allowed herself the luxury of letting her soapy hands linger on
her skin. To her amazement, she found her own touch exciting her... a
definate surprise after the extreme attention she had recieved the
night before. She had thought that it would have been more than sated.
But instead, it seemed that it now was more hungry than it had ever
been, as if it had been given an initial dose of some narcotic which
it was now beginning to crave on a constant basis.
She was tempted to slip her fingers down, run them over her
clit and steal a quick cum, but she realized that this would surely
not please him, so instead she merely returned to the business of
cleaning and soothing her body with the pelting streams of warm water.
By the time she stepped from the shower and began to towel
herself off, she felt totally refreshed, and ready to face anything.
When she emerged from the bathroom, he had already laid out
her clothes on the bed... a simple dress and on the floor, a pair of
high heel shoes.
She glanced at him, puzzled, but his smile told her he
intended her to wear nothing else. She returned the smile and quickly
donned the single garment.
He scanned her slowly, and sharply nodded in approval before
scooping up the car keys, linking his arm through hers and they moved
toward the door.
The day was warm, the air was fresh and the drive was
leisurely. She could feel the breeze from the open window against her
face and she settled back to enjoy the trip. Leaning her head back she
closed her eyes momentarily, then lulled her head toward him and
slowly opened her lids to gaze at him. Why had he not done anything to
her yet today, she wondered. After the excessive treatment last night,
she had felt sure that he would have wanted to plug her, at least..
perhaps make her wear nipple clamps... something to demonstrate their
respective positions as dom and sub. But then she realized that none
of that was truly necessary. That even without such outward shows, she
truly was his sub and he her master. And if and when he chose to
demonstrate that to others, he would inform her of what would be
required of her. She allowed her head to lull back and closed her eyes
once more, her mind drifting off.
She must have fallen asleep, because she suddenly became aware
of the car turning sharply into a driveway and coming to a halt. She
sat up and glanced around.
They were in the driveway of a modest house in some
development somewhere, and the sun was beginning to disappear over the
horizon behind them. She turned to him, puzzled once more.
He shut off the car and turned slightly in the seat, leaning
back casually, drapping an arm over the sill of his open drivers' side
window and gazed at her, his expression serious.
"This is a friend's place. He's not here this week-end, so
we'll have it entirely to ourselves. The reason we're here is because
he's got a particular room which is specifically prepared for a
particular purpose."
He leaned forward slightly, as if to emphasis the following,
his voice growing serious.
"Now, I want you to understand something. Once we go into that
house, we won't be coming out again until tomorrow evening, very late.
We'll have just enough time to get back, pick up your things and get
you to the airport. But between now and then, do not expect to get
much rest. And be assured that things will happen to you that you
would never have believed possible. Nothing that will hurt you or
damage you... but sensations beyond anything you could have imagined.
So... this is your last chance to withdraw. If you say you'd rather
not go through with this, I'll understand. If you don't... then
understand that from now until we're done here, I control every aspect
of your body... everything you do, everything you feel... everything
you think. So. What do you want to do."
He leaned slowly back and stared at her, a tense silence
welling between them.
She turned over his words in her mind, her thoughts racing
madly, examining each one for whatever implications they might
contain. She knew he was deadly serious about all this... her ride on
the "saddle" had proven that... but was she ready for all of it,
whatever it might be... In spite of the fact that she had thought
about these fantasies for so long, now that she faced them, she was
hesitant to see them made real.
Her thoughts raced back and forth between numbing terror and
blinding excitment, before she settled on the simple conclusion that,
above everything else, she trusted him... knew deep in her soul that
he could never hurt her... only wanted her most extreme pleasure...
She turned to him and slowly nodded.
"I'm ready" she said simply.
He nodded, turned and reached for the door handle.
Inside the house, they moved directly from the front hall to a
smallish doorway toward the back of the building which he opened and
ushered her through. Beyond were stairs leading down to a totally
darkened basement.
"Watch your step" he said simply.
She gropped for the handrail, found it, and slowly, carefully,
began to descend into the darkness, which became absolute when he
stepped through the door after her and closed it behind himself.
She reached the bottom of the steps and paused, awaiting
whatever would happen next. Behind and above her, she heard a faint
click and a low wash of lights, barely enough to cut through the
blackness came on overhead, revealing a large, high ceilinged room
beneath the house. It took here eyes some moments to adjust to the
gloom and she began to pick out various features within the space...
which caused her eyes to widen even more.
Far back in the corner, tipped at an angle, was some sort of
table, a number of wide straps hanging from it. Across from it was
some sort of frame-like structure made of heavy pipes, also with
various means of "attachment" dangling. Against the cinderblock wall
to her side was a bar jutting out with manacles and she noticed more
such restraints anchored into the blocks themselves. At the far end of
the room was a very large, black, oddly shaped box.
Her mind reeled at the implications of what she was seeing.
This was either some sort of extensive torture chamber, or insane
"laboratory". She silently prayed it would be the latter.
She felt him move down the last few steps behind her and move
up behind her, taking her shoulders in his hands and pressing himself
against her, his hips pushing forward so that she could feel the bulge
of his awakened cock beneath his jeans. He leaned down and kissed her
gently on the neck, then pressed a cheek against her hair and
whispered.
"Get undressed" he said, then released her shoulders and move
around her, toward a collection of some sort of wires hanging from the
ceiling, and beginning to move them, pull and prepare them.
She hesitated for a long moment, then sighed and reached for
the first of the buttons of the dress near her throat.
In short order she had the garment fully unbuttoned and
allowed it to slip from her shoulders, puddling around her ankles in a
heap. She raised a foot and slipped the shoe off, dropping it on top
of the dress, repeating the motion with the other leg, until she stood
barefoot and naked next to the pile of discarded clothes, awaiting his
pleasure and wondering what was going to happen to her.
Having pulled, unwound and readied the necessary pieces of the
"equipment", he turned to her and extended a beckoning hand.
"Come" he said.
She stepped slowly forward, like a virgin going to a
sacrifice, and in a way she felt that this was perhaps more true than
she imagined.
As she arrived before him he took her wrist and pulled her
gently forward, turning her until she stood amid a collection of what
she now saw were long, thin but sturdy wires handing down from the
ceiling. He raised one of the wires and took her wrist in his hand. At
the end of the wire was a wide, fleece-lined, leather cuff, which he
quickly buckled in place around her wrist, drawing it very tight, so
tightly that it had no chance to slip either up or down. Taking
another wire-linked cuff he repeated the action with her other
wrist... then her ankles... and her knees... and her waist... and
finally under her shoulders, this last pair being joined by a strap
behind her back into a kind of harness.
All the major joints of her body were now secured, though at
the moment the wires hung limp. She smiled, imagining herself like
some sort of living puppet, and was almost tempted to begin singing
one of the songs from Pinnoccio, just to see if it would amuse him.
But she quickly thought better of it when he stepped back from where
she stood and scooped a small box from a table against the wall.
Running from the box was a thick wire which trailed off into the
gloom, and she squinted at it, attempting to trace it's origin through
the darkness.
He stood, lightly running a finger over the box for a moment,
as if searching for something, then looked up to where she stood and
stabbed his finger down onto a button.
Instantly she heard the whine of hidden motors and saw the
slack being drawn from the wires connected to her shoulder. Startled,
she reached up with her hands just as the wires drew taut and began to
lift her from the floor. She gripped at the wires in an attempt to
steady herself, but he tapped another button on the box and she saw
the slack being drawn from the wires attached to her wrists, and very
soon she felt her wrists being drawn upwards and out to the sides,
until they were pulled tight, holding her off the floor in a sort of
crucified "Y".
Again, he tapped a button and the wires attached to her knees
began to tighten, pulling them up and outwards until they too were
drawn tight. Now her body hung as if she had merely planted her feet
wide apart and squatted. But the pull on her knees caused her legs to
stretch to the very limit of their extenion and she could feel the
beginnings of an ache in her hips. Thankfully the majority of her
weight was being held by her shoulders and wrists, or she would have
been screaming with pain.
Another stab of his finger on the box and now her ankles were
being drawn up, only this time, instead of pulling out, they were
being drawn inwards, folding under her until the souls of her feet
were touching.
She felt more vulnerable than she ever had in her life before.
It was one thing to be attached to something, rooted in place, but
this was something quite different... for she was floating, it seemed,
every part of her, top, bottom and sides, exposed and available for
whatever he wished to perform on her. She did not have long to wait to
discover what that would be.
He placed the box back on the table and scooped up an object,
moving to where she hung, her head now a full foot higher than his. As
he reached up she saw the ball gag in his hands and a moan of
complaint escaped her. He stopped, holding it before her lips, his
brown eyes gleeming in the gloomy light, staring at her, waiting
patiently. She thought of protesting, refusing. But she knew he would
immediately end their game, and she knew that would disappoint him.
Instead, she simply sighed and opened her mouth. He slipped the gag
between her lips and she dropped her head foward a bit, allowing him
easier access to close the strap behind her neck.
He turned back to the table, retrieved something else and
moved back to her... only this time her stepped around her, ducking
under the tight wires that held her aloft, until he was behind her.
Then she felt him reaching around her and looked down to see him
wrapping something around her breasts... it was made of soft plastic,
except for two semi-spheres which he lifted over her breasts,
enclosing them before shifting his grip around the sides of the object
and attaching it snugly around her back.
She saw that the the points of the clear, plastic semi-spheres
were a pair of black, rubber nipples and she imagined she looked a bit
like a kind of see-through plastic doll with tremendous tits.
He stepped out from behind her and moved to the table once
more, this time fiddling with something, his back turned, blocking her
limited view of his actions in the dim gloom. In a few moments,
however, he slowly turned to face her, and her eyes widened.
In one hand he held a long, thin object which might have been
mistaken for a vibrator, except that it seemed to be covered with a
loose, clear plastic skin which rolled up and down as he stroked it
slowly with his other hand. And from the sound, she could instantly
tell that he was lubricating it.
She moaned, knowing what was to happen next, as he moved
around behind her, out of her field of vision. She straightened
herself and concentrated, forcing the muscles of her ass to relax, and
just as she felt them begin to loosen, she felt the press of the tip
of this slimy object against the tight rosebud and slipped slowly
inside of her. She was surprised at how thin and flexible it was,
producing no discomfort at all, merely an odd sort of tingling as it
slipped up inside her and came to rest deep in her bowels. Just as it
was pushed fully in, she felt the slight stretch of the bottom end and
realized there must be a small widening there which held it in place
once her tight muscles closed over its base.
The invasion was a bit startling at first but her mind quickly
adjusted to it, and she began to relax once more, assessing her
situation.... hung above the floor, her knees splayed wide, her feet
touching beneath her, arms drawn high up and out at an angle... her
ass plugged with this odd device, a gag firmly sealing her mouth and
this strange doll-like bra around her chest. Although it was all very
unusual... outright bizarre, really, she had yet to experience any
overt stimulation, and wondered what the ultimate purpose of all this
elaborate preparation would be.
Moving around in front of her again, she watched as he
inspected her, reaching up to test the tautness of a wire here, the
snug grip of a cuff there... Satisfied, he turned and grabbed a thin
bundle of something hanging above and beside her head. As he pulled
steadily, she could hear the clicking of a ratchet unwinding high
above her, allowing more and more length to play out, until he had
enough so that, had he released it, its end would have dragged on the
floor.
His fingers parted the bundle, and separated a single strand
which he played out to its end, and raised toward her mouth. She
watched, shocked as his hand reached up, found a small opening at the
outer point of the gag and heard the faint click as the strand which,
at this close range, she recognized as a thin tube of some kind,
seated itself into a tiny coupling there.
He then separated out another tube from the bundle and, after
deftly plucking the black nipple from one of the cups of the clear
bra, snapped onto it at that spot. This was repeated with the other
cup.
He separated one more strand and carefully threaded it through
the suspending wires, reaching it down behind her... and she felt a
short pressure on the end of the plug inside her, and realized he had
attached it to that.
Stepping back from her, he gazed up, like a sculpture might
examine his half-finished handiwork, then allowed an awed smile to
play out over his lips.
"Oh my" he whispered, and she could hear the amazement in his
voice. "You have no idea how beautiful you are, my love..."
But then he seemed to get control of his billowing emotions
and sighed, his tone becoming calmer, more business-like.
"Do you trust me" he said simply.
Looking down at him she simply nodded.
"Do you love me".
A more forceful nod.
"Do you want to please me"
This time her nod was sharp, almost urgent.
"And do I own you, body and soul."
She wanted to scream out "yes, my God, how can you ask me such
a thing", but the gag prevented any intelligent sound from escaping
her so she merely whimpered in frustration and nodded emphatically
once more.
He stood, a look of amazement and adoration on his face, and
slowly reached up one hand to lightly trail the tips of his fingers
down the skin of her stomach. The tickling sent ripples of pleasure
deep into her and she instantly felt her heat begin to rise up, her
sex starting to moisten... But then he withdrew his hand and took a
couple of steps backwards, reaching up to begin unbuttoning his shirt.
His strip was slow and measured, and she drank in every new
exposed portion of his body... his chest and arms as the shirt fell
away, his legs as the jeans were dropped to the floor and kicked
away... and finally, his hard and erect cock as the velcro closures on
his breifs were tugged open and it, too, was discarded. He stood naked
before her, and for a long moment, she felt like some icon under the
gaze of a pilgrim who was finally viewing it for the first time after
a long and difficult journey. She felt worshiped.
Then he turned and moved to the table, scooping up the box
once more.
From across the room she could hear him say, quietly... "I
love you..." and then his fingers began to touch the buttons in
sequence.
All three of the "attachments" on or in her body leapt to life
at the same moment. There was a sudden hiss above her and she
instantly felt the gag between her teeth slowly begining to swell,
inflating, prying her mouth even further open and filling to assume an
almost cocklike shape which pressed down on her tongue. At the same
instant, the invader inside her bottom also began to move, not only
beginning to press out on the inner walls but also to vibrate,
allowing the wrinkled skin to bulge and part her evenly, filling her.
But most startling of all was the device on her breasts, which was
performing just the opposite task... pumping out the air which it
contained and drawing her breasts deeper and deeper into the cups.
Her entire body shuddered with the sensations and she began to
sway and writhe as she hung, suspended a few feet above the floor. The
sensations were entirely new to her. She had experienced invasion of
every oriface, most certainly, but this was unique to her... the
invader increasing in size while inside her, or her entire breast
drawn up, as if being sucked into the mouth of a giant. She looked
down, her eyes wide, and saw her breasts actually beginning to swell
and darken as they ballooned to fill the cavity of the cups, and then
her nipples brushed against the point at which the tube entered the
cup and a shock burst through her as it was drawn tightly into the end
of the tube, plugging it.
She moaned and lulled her head back, and suddenly felt the
device buried deep in her ass swell past the point that delicate flesh
had ever experienced. The sensation of fullness was beyond anything
she could possibly have imagined, and the fact that it was vibrating
was literally knocking the breath out of her from underneath.
Just when she thought that she could take no more, that the
welling gag that now sealed and swelled her mouth and the expanding
probe in her bowels would split her open, they suddenly stopped
increasing in size, but held their fullness inside her. She faught to
take slow, steadying breaths and demand of her body that it relax and
accept these new sensations, when she heard the whir above her once
more and felt her body pulled by the various attached wires.
Her legs were pulled up behind her, as the cinche around her
waist let her weight pull her body forward, and her arms were slowly
drawn together, so that in a few moments, she was lying in the air,
facing the floor, her knees still held wide, her ankles crossed, her
wrists touching behind her neck. For an instant she thought she must
look like a nude version of a skydiver cutting through the air in an
attempt to gain maximum speed, and then another jolt of vibrations
from the probe deep in her ass hit her and she moaned loudly into the
bulbous gag, her head dropping forward, almost in surrender.
She hung in this position for a few moments only, before once
again the motors above her whirled and she felt her head being
lowered, her legs and hips raised, and then she was completely upside
down, hanging, like a piece of meat, the blood draining into her brain
and causing her to see distant sparkles of fire through the gloom. She
was afraid she would pass out, when she suddenly felt him standing
behind her inverted back, rapidly unhooking the cuffs which held her
wrists from the wires and her arms drawn up behind her back and the
cuffs linked quickly together. One of the wires was then re-attached
to the joined cuffs and he snapped it, testing it's tautness.
Then he leaned down and she felt his warm breath blowing
gently across her splayed sex, and in a moment, the tip of his tongue
slipping between her labia and brushing over her clit.
She erupted in a moan and her entire body thrashed in it's
suspension as the sensation of this attention rocketed through her.
The moan became a low sob behind the gag as she could feel her orgasm
welling up, about to burst and tear her to pieces. But before it could
strike, the tongue was gone and he was moving back to the table.
Her head was swimming now, her entire body one rhythmically
pulsing nerve as the vibrator buried inside her and the blood flooding
her brain met somewhere outside her flesh and she could dimly imagine
that she was swelling and contracting in little rapid pulses as she
hung there.
"Oh God" she thought "what if he doesn't let me cum. Oh God,
I'll die if I can't cum soon..."
And even as the horror of this thought raced through her mind,
she felt her body being hoisted once more, her shoulders being drawn
upwards until she once again lay in the air, facing the floor. But
instead of stopping at this point, she could feel an additional
tightness on her ankles and knees, and the steady tugging on her
shoulders and her bound wrists, while even at the same moment the band
around her waist began to loosen, allowing her torso to sag.
She hung, amazed and felt her body being slowly but inexorably
bent backwards, bowing up, shoulders drawn back, legs pulled up, like
some contortionist she had once seen in the circus...
Sensations of tightness struck her in a thousand places as her
body was stretched in this unnatural position, but instead of turning
into pain, it merely transformed to a dull, throbbing ache in a
hundred places and she mentally witnessed, with a sort of fascinated
horror, as her spine bent back, and back, and back...
And then she felt them... the soles of her feet... pressing
against the back of her head, and the sudden realization of this sent
a shock through her mind which slammed against the filling, pulsing
vibration from deep in her bowels and she shuddered in a tremendous,
thundering orgasm. From somewhere her obliterated brain picked up the
sounds of her own fluids as they ran freely from her as yet untouched
sex and made little splattering sounds on the floor beneath her.
"My God, I'm cuming... I'm cuming... nothing in my pussy... no
touching... clit... and I'm cuming... oh God..." she thought.
She rode out the waves of the orgasm and then felt it begin to
ebb, and allowed her muscles to relax, her torso sagging enen lower,
bowing her body even more. Then she felt a sudden jolt and managed to
focus enough to realize that she was being lowered, slowly, toward the
floor. But instead of sinking down onto it's surface, she was stopped
only a couple of feet above it. She lifted her head and saw him
standing, gazing at her, his hands trembling as he slowly lowered the
box and placed it back onto the table.
Then he moved toward her, his steps dream-like, almost
balletic, as he circled her, disappearing behind her.
She sensed, rather than saw, him kneel behind her and then
felt his breath against her sex once more. A moment later, his moist,
hot tongue slid between the naked, oozing lips and locked onto her
clit, already thrashing back and forth.
She exploded again, cumming hard and fast with this additional
attention and her animal wail became a distant moan, then a weak sob
as the orgasm rolled through her and began to fade...
But there was a rustling somewhere behind her as he rose and
then she felt the unmistakable press of his cock against her sex...
"Oh God, yes, my love... Yes, fuck me! Oh God, FUUUUCCCKKKK
MEEEEEEE" her mind was screaming, and as if in answer, felt his warm,
familiar cock plunge deeply into her.
She erupted once more and her entire frame began to thrash,
like a speared fish, causing the impaling cock in her sex and the
still vibrating invader in her ass to brush back and forth through the
membranes and set off yet another burst of cumming which wedded itself
to the one before... and the one after... and the one after that...
And then, she was no longer human, and this was no longer the
Earth... it was some distant dream-land... and she was pure spirit...
She was only vaguely aware when he erupted inside her, drawing
yet another thundering wave of orgasm from her, and then, shortly
thereafter, felt her body being moved again, to yet another strange,
wondrous new position...
And this she hung and was attended to... for an immeasurable
span of hours...
