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Beverly’s Story
Chapter 2
Beverly was led around the room by Ian, who was using what she assumed to be a leash of some kind. From the motion of crawling on all fours, her tits had fallen completely out of the tight corset.
She had to work hard to control her breathing, with the corset squeezing her tight, her mouth filled with a ballgag and Ian making her crawl around the living room faster and faster. Her knees were starting to hurt with carpet burns when Ian finally stopped pulling on her leash.
“Stand up,” Ian order in a calm voice, and pulled up on her collar. The blindfolded woman had no idea where she was in her own house. Ian had done a great job of leading her around the room randomly, so that she had lost her bearings.
Ian had other reasons for leading her around the living room, other than just to disorient her. He enjoyed watching her large tits sway back and forth as she crawled after him. He also enjoyed the hourglass figure the corset gave her and he absolutely loved the sight of her firm ass bent over in front of him with her pussy and asshole on display for him.
Ian was so turned on by the sight he nearly whipped his cock out and buried it deep into her dripping wet pussy. However, that wasn’t part of his plan for the evening. If he worked his plan correctly tonight, he could plunge his cock deep into her pussy anytime he wanted in the future. But tonight was all about Beverly.
When Beverly was finally standing straight, the boned corset didn’t allow for any slouching, he bent her over at the waist. The armrest of her old fashioned couch hit Beverly just under her exposed breasts.
It only took Bev a moment to discover where she was in her living room, when Ian grabbed her arms and pulled them behind her back. He worked quickly and tied her wrists to the opposite elbow.
Beverly tried to pull her wrists free, but quickly found that Ian was a master at tying knots. While she was checking the bindings on her wrists, Ian lifted her feet off the ground and made her kneel on the cushions of her couch. Seconds later, she felt a leather strap being wrapped around her left thigh then Ian pulled her legs as wide as they could go on the couch before another leather strap was wrapped around her right thigh just above her bent knee.
Beverly tried to pull her legs together, but found they were being held open by a spreader bar that Ian had placed just above her knees.
Next, Ian pulled her shoulder length brown hair back into a ponytail before wrapping a rope around her hair and slightly pulled her head back and tied the rope off on her forearms. The stress from having her head pulled back, the corset squeezing her body and have her mouth filled with a ballgag, Beverly was breathing loudly through her nose.
When he was finished, Ian stepped back to admire his tie job. His cock throbbed at the sight of the beautiful tied woman in front of him. Again, he fought the urge to fuck her from behind. Instead, he decided to start his torment of Beverly.
Ian stepped close to Beverly reached down and pinched Beverly’s aching nipple. Bev screamed through her gag. “Slut, you are not to cum without my permission. If you do, I will have to punish you. Trust me, you do not want me to punish you. Do you understand?”
Beverly nodded her understanding and feared that she wouldn’t be able to fight back the wave of pleasure that was already building between her legs. Plus, they had spoke in such detail of her desires and fantasies that Ian could push her over the edge to orgasm in a moment’s notice.
Beverly steeled herself for what was to come, but nothing happened. She started to think that Ian had left her in this position, when suddenly something clamped down hard on her left nipple.
A scream escaped from behind the ballgag at the surprise and pain the gruel nipple clamp caused her hypersensitive nipple. Ian quickly attached the same clamp to her other nipple and stepped back to admire the view of the clamps biting into the hard nubs. He was pleased to see that a long string of drool had started to make its way around the bottom of the gag and hung down below Bev’s hanging tits.
Ian quickly tied a string to each of the nipple clamps and hung a light weight on each nipple. A moan escaped from Bev’s lips when the weights were first applied, but she screamed loudly when Ian started to swing the weights from side to side.
Momentum was still causing the weights on her tits to swing side to side, when Ian brought the riding crop down on Bev’s pale ass. The crop landed with a smack and Beverly jumped in her position. Her jumping caused the weights to swing more violently.
Though the first swing wasn’t hard, it left a distinct red outline of the crop on the pale skin of her great ass. He gave her ass four more swats before moving in front of Beverly. She was breathing heavily, she was starting perspire slightly and another string of drool was hanging from her chin.
“I bet this is what you’ve been wanting,” Ian taunted the bound woman. “I’m will to bet you’re so wet that you could fuck a baseball bat. Let’s check.”
Ian reached behind Bev and buried two fingers deep into her pussy. Beverly’s pussy wasn’t just wet, it was gushing juices. The insides of her thighs and the top of her stockings were soaked.
“I would say you’re wet. But, I’ll see what you think.” Ian wiped his two fingers over her spread upper lip, just below her nose. “Now, you’ve been good so far. So I’m going to be a nice guy. I’m going to give you ten good whippings, not that pussy shit I just did.
“If you don’t make a noise, I will let you have as many orgasms tonight as I can give you. But, if you are make any noise, I’ll have to punish you. Let’s see how well you listen.”
Ian grabbed the riding crop and gave Bev’s ass a whack at half speed. Instantly a red mark appeared where the crop had landed, but to her credit she didn’t make a noise. Ian repeated the act and the only noise that Beverly made was a deep intake of breath.
Beverly did an amazing job of remaining silent until the last two whippings when she let a yelp escape her gagged mouth. Ian moved around to see tears rolling from behind the leather blindfold and down her cheeks. Ian had a sense that she was crying more from letting him down than the pain from her ass.
“Bev, I am very proud of how you did, but you still failed and you will be punished.” Seconds later, he placed another light weight on both of her nipples. Bev screamed from the pull the weights put on her tits.
She was just starting to come down from the added weight, when Ian suddenly shoved a large dildo into her soaking wet pussy. The feeling of having her hungry pussy filled by the dildo was too much for her supersensitive body, and her body started to spasm as she fought the urge to cum.
Ian watched in amusement as Bev’s body convulsed in desire. The sight of her large tits bouncing and swaying nearly caused him to cum in his pants. However, he gained control of himself and grabbed the riding crop once again.
Bev’s ass was a glowing red from the ten strokes to her ass. The large black dildo that he had shoved into her pussy stood out against the red flesh of her ass.
Ian decided to send Beverly over the edge. Eyeing his target, Ian brought the riding crop down directly on her exposed asshole. Her body went rigid for an instant, then she started to howl as wave after wave of orgasm washed over her body. She twisted against her bounds, which caused the weights attached to her nipples to swing madly, which caused yet another wave of orgasmic pleasure to wash over her.
Beverly struggled to catch her breath as her orgasm continued to rip through her body for nearly five minutes. Finally, she was unable to breath and blacked out from the lack of oxygen and pleasure.
To be continued…………….
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