Buying the Virgin

I protest. “Michael… my clothes…”

“Fuck it. I’ll buy you another. It’s worth it to see that expression on your face…” He reaches down, and fingers looped through my bikini bottom, again literally rips it apart and pulls it off me, leaving me naked and bound.

This is a side of him I’ve not seen before….

He wants me to fight him?

I lock my ankles together. He hasn’t won yet.

Michael stands, towering over me. Methodically, he strips off his shirt and jeans. His erection is huge. He is seriously turned on.

Then he notices my locked ankles, my tightly clamped thighs. “Really?” he comments, then vanishes off, somewhere out of my sight.

He returns, seconds later, with …

There is a buzz.

Oh, God….

Michael takes his vibrating egg, fiddling with it for a second. The buzz gets louder. “Low power only for now,” he says. Then he pushes it between my thighs, squeezing it over my sweat slickened skin, in and down…. and in….

No amount of tightening or pressure from me will stop this. The smooth, slippery object simply glides past my skin. He inserts it inside me, pushing it deeply in, until my whole pussy and core are humming in resonance with it, setting me a-tremble.

Oh, God….

I’ll leave you to get used to that for a minute. Don’t go away.”

He returns, this time with rope. “You didn’t think I came here without everything we might need?”

The rope is the kind of soft silken stuff that works well on skin, binding without digging in, but the length of it…

is he going

around the room, then I see him measuring with his eye the space between the wall I am tied to,

grabs my locked ankles. “I could just prise you open you know,” he says, “force my cock inside you. But I’ll have more fun this

to keep my legs together. My pelvis is

to slide it between my feet. Then he stretches out the rope, coiling it around the upright on one

the rope. As it pulls, my ankles are firmly and irresistibly

about a foot apart. He surveys me. “You know,

while holding a tight grip on my leg, and then reties me at

rope again. Now I am opened at the knee. Flat on my back, arms tied back beyond

the egg is

heat washing over my

at my clit, making me jerk and buck. “You look amazing, but you know, I’m going to see how hard I can make you scream, without actually leaving stripes on you. There’s more

?

?

“Don’t go away.”

he pulls out a variety of objects, showing each one to me in turn, before laying it, neatly, on the floor. Several vibes

Clamps?

hell has he got this

be careful with the human body you know,” he says. “The senses can be deceptive. Too much stimulation in any one area and the sensitivity

a lot about anatomy, physiology…. and I love that expression you’ve got right now. You have no

me with feathers? For the first time ever, I feel a frisson of fear

I

finger. “Nearly

after a minute with a glass jug.

Water, rattling with ice….

body is taut, tensioned.

make you look at me the way I want you to. But that can come later.

merrily buzzing away inside me, vibing through my core and clit. He reaches in,