Del Edwards's Stories
Drained in Durango by Del Edwards
Drained in Durango
Copyright 1997 Del Edwards (a nom de plume)
This encounter began more than a month before we actually began the scenario. I can recall with great clarity her reaction to my suggestion. We were in bed and she had been on her hands and knees, reaching across my body for something on the nightstand. I named several items that I wanted her to take with her for our trip to the mountains. "That is, if you want to begin the evening by being tied down spread-eagle and fucked in the ass with your dildo," I said. She froze and her jaw sagged as her mouth opened. Her glazed eyes told me she was somewhere else in that moment and her breath was in shallow little puffs.
More than a month later after a long day's drive, we were back in the motel room after dinner. She picked up her train case and retired to the bathroom. I began assembling items from a suitcase I had brought.
The bathroom door opened and she walked tentatively toward me. She was wearing black opera gloves that covered her hands, forearms and half of her upper arms. Other than the gloves, she wore only a pair of very high black leather boots that covered her legs to midthigh. "I'll help you finish dressing," I said as I placed the silver-studded black leather collar around her neck and secured it. Next I buckled her into the black leather harness. It resembled a belt and suspenders setup but with the additional feature of two narrow crotch straps that she had to step into before I could pull it up over her body and envelop her in it. Her vagina and anus were still exposed because the crotch straps terminated at a ring attached to the belt on the outside of each hip. Like the collar, the harness was purely decorative ... it had no functional value. However, I did use the straps as a handhold to force her face down onto the bed with just enough roughness to set the mood. Then I was straddling her, sitting on the small of her back while I knotted ropes around each wrist. After tying the wrist ropes firmly to the posts of the headboard, I used another rope to secure her widespread legs, looping it under the foot of the bed.
In the bathroom, I wet a washcloth and went back to where she lay totally vulnerable, tied face down on the bed. I instructed her to open her mouth. When she did I placed the wet cloth crossways in her mouth and told her any sound she could make while she was biting down on it would not be heard by anyone but me.
After liberally lubricating the rubber penis with petroleum jelly, I began stroking her anus gently. It quivered and convulsed each time I tucked a gob of lubricant up inside her. She let out a whimpering groan as the head of the dildo moved into her. I told her to relax and watched her body for signs that she was ready to accept more. It took perhaps thirty seconds for her to ease down onto the fullest contact with the bed. Then I pressed another inch into her while she issued a series of grunts.
"You like it?" I asked. Her head bobbed up and down slowly. "You want more?" Her head bobbed again. I slowly advanced the shaft another inch. Her breath was rattling in and out of her throat since she was breathing only through her nose, the washcloth clamped between her teeth. "Would you be sad if I pulled it out now?" Her head nodded faintly, as if she were embarrassed to give too much acknowledgement to her desire for the sensation. "Then here's a little more," I growled at her. A long guttural moan came from her and she strained against the ropes as the final portion of the shaft entered and filled her. I lightly stroked the small of her back and her buttocks.
I let go of the butt of the dildo, curious to see if it would stay in her. It did. Slowly I twisted it a half a turn. And another half a turn. Her arms were fluttering like the wings of a bird just learning to fly.
Experimentally I slowly pumped the shaft out and then back in. The beats of her arm-wings were joined by her legs and feet. I lengthened the stroke to an inch and then to two inches. Her body began to buck and thrash against the restraints and her movements synchronized with her moans and the pumping of the dildo in and out of her. Then suddenly I stopped the pumping. She froze for a few seconds and then collapsed into limpness, whimpering like a small child.
The half knots came loose easily when I pulled on the free ends of the four ropes that bound her to the bed. I rolled her onto her back and again using the black leather harness as handholds, pulled her toward the foot of the bed until her lower legs were hanging over the edge. Then I knelt before her knees, pushed her legs apart and began to slather and nibble at her vaginal lips. I pushed my tongue up into her and then moved forward and upward with my mouth until I found the swollen marble of her clitoris. I sucked it past my lips and seized it very gently with my own lips taught over my teeth. I flicked my tongue up and down across it until her groans and screams were replaced with a physical spasm of her whole body that tore her clit from my mouth. She was trying to lift herself with her arms but was unable to do so. Her breath was coming in heaves and there was a sheen of sweat on her forehead. She fell back onto the bed, wave after wave of shivers sweeping through her body.
She lay motionless except for her breathing for a couple of minutes. Then she slid off the foot of the bed onto her knees, turned, rested the weight of her body on the bed and begged, "Take it oooout." I did so.
Next I found her vibrator in her bag. Using the low speed, I teased around the edges of her clit, applying it lightly and then withdrawing it. I used the belt of the harness as a handhold with my left hand, dominating her hips by pushing and pulling on the belt. I worked her up slowly, rolling the vibrating ball back and forth across the shaft of her clitoris, shortening the strokes very gradually until it lay pulsing atop the shaft. Her chest was heaving and groans of pleasure were erupting from her mouth as the ecstasy built. I applied more pressure to the vibrator...it was hammering her pleasure point against her pubic bone. The tension built until she was motionless and breathless. Then she hissed and growled like a cat as she was catapulted into orgasm.
And so it went. I sat on the edge of the bed and held her standing in front of me, again grasping the belt across her belly with my left hand and pulling her into the vibrating ball at the end of the vibrator which I held in my right hand. I teased her for awhile and then held it steady and firm against her until she vomited air in a gasping groan. The next time I had her on her hands and knees on the bed and worked from behind her, touching the buzzing pleasure wand up into her lips and then watching her body self adjust to ride squarely upon the vibrating ball. She stiffened and froze momentarily and then collapsed onto the bed, mewing, "Agggh, agggh, agggh.
While she rested I went to the bathroom and thoroughly washed the dildo ... twice. She had not moved and her eyes were closed when I returned to her on the bed. I was relubricating the rubber penis when in a small voice I heard her plead, "No more, no more." Many months ago we had agreed that the only word we would recognize as a signal to stop was 'mercy'. Her body was limp as I rolled her onto her back and pulled her legs apart. "Do you want mercy?" I asked her as I spread her lips and started the dildo up into her.
"Oh, oh, oh!" she responded. More energy spread through her with the rhythmic thrusting of the bogus organ. I knew she liked her cervix to be titillated and focused my mind eye on that function being accomplished deep inside of her. Once more I used the belt across her belly as a handhold.
My other hand held the dildo in her as I moved her off the bed and into an armchair. With her sitting, the dildo could not escape her body while I got the vibrator. I sat on the floor in front of her and bent her legs and placed her feet on the seat of the chair with her heels against her buttocks. First I touched the vibrator to the butt of the dildo. Then I moved it to the confluence of dildo and flesh where her clitoris resided. Her expression changed from neutral to fascination and then her jaw sagged and she was uttering soundless words as her head lolled from side to side. Her face began to flush and gooseflesh was forming on the insides of her thighs. Her head snapped upright and I could see her neck swelling with tension. Her eyes were intense and vacant at the same time. Her breath was in short little huffs. I smiled at her and concentrated on holding the vibrator in position. She hugged her knees to her chest when she finally came. Screaming pleasure rolled over into pain and she closed her legs on the vibrating ball, whispering, "Mercy, mercy."
She rested in the chair for a few minutes and then I helped her to the bed. She was weak and sluggish, her head bowed as she walked those few feet. Before letting her sit down on the edge of the bed, I unbuckled the harness and let it drop to her feet. Then I lay her in bed and removed the opera gloves and boots. But I left the sliver-studded black leather collar in place, wanting her to feel it on awakening the next morning. I covered her and she was asleep in seconds.
She slept more than two hours longer than normal the next morning and I served her coffee in bed because she was still weak from the previous night's intensity. More than once that morning she smiled wistfully while looking at nothing and then brought her gaze to land on my eyes.
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