Thump! (squeak)

The last meeting with one of the guys I've written about before was particularly interesting -  funny, scary, and strange. I'm not going to mention which playmate he was, just in case some of his friends see this.  I'll just call him Q.

Q and I had been playing for a couple of hours already when, after a break, he told me to put my hands behind my back. I knew what he was planning, but it was ok because we had talked about it and I trusted him, so I rolled onto my side, toward the edge of the bed and put my hands behind my back. He fastened some leather cuffs onto my wrists and snapped a metal ring, attaching them to each other.

I looked over my shoulder at him and smiled.  He told me not to move and he got up to get something out of his bag. He came back with a ball gag and a blindfold.

"Open up," he said, like someone trying to get a toddler to eat something. I opened my mouth and he put the soft ball between my teeth and fastened the headgear tightly.  Then he put on the blindfold.

I know I said I trusted him, but at that point I was scared.  I felt very vulnerable. What if he wasn't the guy I thought he was? I could hear him moving about the room, going into the bathroom, telling me not to move. I was right on the very edge of the bed and I wanted to scooch backwards a bit, but I knew he was serious about me not moving.

He came to bed and snuggled up to me, spooning right behind me. He kissed my neck, started talking dirty to me, which I l-o-v-e, before playing with and pinching my nipples. After a minute or so, he applied some nipple clamps.  They weren't so bad at first, but then he started tightening them up slowly. He'd tighten a little and then wait. Soon, the pain was VERY intense, and I was just about at my limit, but I couldn't use a safe word or tell him to stop.  All I could do was try to scream and kick, but he had me very well gagged and his leg was thrown over mine so I couldn't move.

He managed to attach a chain between the clamps.  By then, the pain was still extreme, but I was relaxing into it a bit and becoming very turned on by the whole experience.

He pulled the chain between the clamps up to my face and somehow attached it to the gag apparatus. That pulled the chain taut. I moaned. I could hear and feel him reaching for something.  It turned out to be lube. In a few seconds, he was sliding his hard cock into my ass, one arm wrapped around my hips to pull me back onto him.  He didn't go in slowly and gently.  No, he forced himself in me in one driving stroke.  Even with the lube, I couldn't help but respond with a muffled yelp and an attempt to wiggle away from him. Of course, there was no escape.  He had his arm firmly around me and I was right on the very edge of the bed.  If I leaned forward at all, I'd be on the floor. The good thing about the hotel was that it was a very nice classy place.  The bad thing was that the bed was high off the ground, not 24 inches off the ground like the cheap motels.  If I fell off the bed, it would be l-o-n-g fall.

That's what I was thinking about when he roughly pulled my head back by my hair. As my head went back, the chain to the nipple clamps pulled up and the pain in my ass suddenly disappeared as my nipples felt like they were on fire.  I screamed into the gag loudly, but it came out as a pathetic little moan. Wow, I thought, this gag really works well! But I did't think that for long because the pain reached a crescendo where it was all I could think about.  All my attention was focused on my tits. I barely noticed that he had started moving again, fucking me, or that he was saying something to me.

I was breathing hard. I finally came to my senses and stopped struggling, knowing that he would release my head if I was good. That's exactly what he did.

"Good girl," he said. "Are you ready to be a good fuck toy?"

I nodded yes slightly, trying not to move the nipple chain much.

"What was that?" he said laughing. He was definitely enjoying this. The truth is I was enjoying it, too. I nodded in a more exaggerated motion, hurting my nipples myself, which is what I know he wanted to see.

"Good girl," he said again, and he redirected his attention back to pumping his thick cock in my ass. He had already cum twice so I suspected this was going to take a little longer than I might have liked, and I was right. Every now and then he'd pull my hair back, I'd squeal in pain, he'd laugh, and then he'd release me and focus back on the fucking. Eventually, he was fucking me so hard and forcefully that I was having trouble staying on the bed. I pushed back against him and tried to roll backwards in between thrusts - all unsuccessfully. I tried to "talk" calmly but loudly to let  him know I was trying to say something, but all he would do in response was pull my hair back until I was quiet again.

When you're about to fall three feet off a bed without your arms to break the fall, you start to think strategically   I decided I would do everything I could to "be good" so he would't be holding my hair when it happened.  That could be very, very bad. I tried to remember where the night stand was.  Was it right next to me head, or a few inches further up?

I could feel that he was getting close to coming by the way he was moving and the way his cock had enlarged and hardened just a little bit more. Maybe I'll get lucky, I thought, and he'll cum now and I won't fall.

His final thrust as he came was powerful, launching me off the bed. As I it the ground, I heard a loud THUMP, and a little squeak coming from me. It sounded like the squeak of a carnival cupie doll.

A second later, I heard him shouting, "What the fuck?!" and I was moaning in pain. I hadn't thought about what would happen if I landed on my front side and I fell on those nipple clamps. That pain was competing with a sharp pain coming from my head.

I felt him unfastening the ring between the wrist cuffs.  I didn't wait for him to take the cuffs off; I immediately reached underneath myself and pulled off the nipple clamps which sent a shot of pain through me that made me dizzy. I reached up and tore off the blindfold.

That's when I saw the blood.

I pulled off the gag and threw it across the room. I put my hand on my head and sat up to assess the damage. Blood was gushing down my face.  I looked at him and saw that he was white as ghost. His mouth was open, but he couldn't speak.

Men are useless in an emergency, I said to myself, and I got up and headed to the bathroom to check out the injury.

Apparently, my head hit the base of the nightstand next to the bed. The base was like a little four inch pedestal for the table so my head hit it at full force and speed as a I fell, before any other part of my body hit the ground. I'm lucky I didn't break my neck.

I looked in the mirror and saw the gash on the left side of my forehead right at hairline. It was about four inches long and pretty deep, which explained all the blood, but it was a pretty clean cut and it was well placed. It was likely that I wouldn't even have a scar, as long as I got to a doctor to get some stitches soon.

I took a look at my breasts as I was cleaning up. My nipples were seriously bruised and still very painful. Damn, I thought, I hope I don't have to explain that.

I managed to clean myself up and slow the bleeding. I held a clean towel (I had already gone through two) against my head and walked back into the room. Q was sitting on the edge of the bed naked, starring into space, right where he was when I left the room.  He looked like he was in shock.

I looked at the wall in front of him and there was a thin line of cum on the wall. I guess he was coming right when I fell onto the floor.  I was impressed that he squirted that far so far into our playtime.

I sat down onto the bed next to him. Neither of us said anything for a couple of minutes. Then he said, "That sure was a pathetic little squeak that came out of you when you hit the floor."

I looked at him and we both laughed. After the laughter died down, I could tell that he felt terrible. He said, "I'm so so..." choking up at the end of the sentence.  I leaned over and put my head on his shoulder and told him it was ok. He turned to me and put his arms around me to hug me, but I jerked away violently.

"If you touch my tits, I'll swear I'll kill you," I snapped.

At first, Q looked confused, like he couldn't tell if I was joking or not.

Then he flashed a big smile and said, "So, does that mean you don't want to go again?"

"No, thank you," I said politely. "I need to get to the hospital."  I proceeded to get dressed and gather my things. As I did it crossed my mind that the room was in his name and he had secured it with his credit card, which means that he would be charged for the damage - the blood-stained carpet, the towels, the blood splatter on the wall. That made me smile, and I wasn't going to say anything to him about it, but I decided that I'd stop at the front desk and let them know what happened.  I wouldn't want them calling the police because it looked like someone had been assaulted. I ended up telling him that's what I was going to do.

When the people at the front desk saw my forehead, they wanted to call and ambulance, but I convinced them I could drive.  Instead of going to a hospital, I went to my doctor's office which was still open. The drive gave me time to think of an explanation for Hubby.  I came up with something believable, and all went well when I finally got home.

What happened with Q?  He never called me again and I never called him. But every time I hear a little squeaky sound from a squeeze toy, I think of him and smile.

Light Bondage Anyone?

Lying in the center of the bed Madison’s eyes look up at me expectantly. I reach down and grab her wrist. As I do so, I recall the conversation we had recently.

“You didn’t tell me about that Toy Review you did Daunt!”

“Well, I’m sorry, it was the last blog post I had published right after you had contacted me again. I just assumed you had read it”, I reply.

Madison laughs. “Well after I read your review I clicked on the link to EdenFantasys and I found something... and I ordered it!”, she teased.

A grin spreads across my face. “Oh really?”

“YES! They were pink, my favorite color, and I just had to have them! Pink cuffs with tethers!”

Wow! My heart skips a beat. Playing with a little bondage was something that had always sounded exciting to me, but I had never really done it; and from our discussions neither had Madison. Could I go through with this? Would it meet her expectations? I decide to play it cool and answer, “Oooh THAT could be fun...”

I look down at Madison, her piercing blue eyes are wide as they search my face; a lopsided smile tugs at the corner of her mouth. I smile back at her as I wrap the pink cuff around her wrist and fasten the Velcro strap. Grabbing the tether attached to the cuff, I pull her arm up and tie it to the headboard.

Madison gives an experimental tug. A nervous laugh escapes her involuntarily. “Wow... this thing really has my arm good...”

I walk around to the other side of the bed. Madison’s eyes follow, then her head turns. The half grin pulls tighter on her face as I loop the second cuff around her wrist and tie its tether to the headboard.

Madison’s breasts rise and she takes a breath then she pulls on both wrists. The Velcro crackles as it tightens and a thrum can be heard as the tethers attached to the cuffs go taut. “Suddenly I’m not sure about this...” More giddy laughter. “What are you going to do?”

I allow my eyes to roam her naked body, thighs, belly, breasts, face. Half lidded, my eyes lock on to hers. “Oh, I have plans for you.”

I reach out to the nightstand, gather the blindfold and show it to her. Her breathing quickens as I cover her eyes stretching the elastic band behind her head. With an unsure giggle she asks, “Really? I’m not going to be able to see either?”, but I don’t reply. I step away from Madison and admire her. I watch the rise and fall of her breasts with her breathing. She turns her head a little as if straining to listen.

Deciding to build a little more anticipation I speak. “Madison, I need to get something. I’ll be right back.” I step to the door and open it allowing the outside noise to flood the room. After a moment I close the door allowing her to believe I’ve left the room. I would never really leave her tied to a bed alone, but I thought the illusion may be exciting for her. She moves her head and pulls on the cuffs again. Her legs shift nervously. After a couple more minutes I mimic returning. Again the door opens filling the room with noise, then closes.

“What did you go get?”, Madison asks.

I don’t answer allowing her mind to wander. Is it Daunt? Oh, god, is it someone else? No, he wouldn’t do that to me, but what is he doing? How do I know it’s him? What if someone else came in and he doesn’t know?

Zzzzzziiiippp.The sound of a zip-lock bag opening breaks the silence. Madison’s head quickly turns toward me as I draw forth the mink fur glove. Her head cocks as she hears the crinkle of plastic as I put the bag away. Slipping the glove onto my hand I step toward her placing my bare hand on her thigh. Her body goes rigid, hands snapping forward only to be caught by the cuffs. She takes a quick ragged breath. I lay my mink gloved hand lightly on her chest above her breast, then slowly slide it down her body. “Mmmmmmm, what IS that?”, she purrs. I glide the glove over her body, circling her breasts, lightly brushing it between her thighs, teasing her occasionally by pulling it away. Appearing of its own volition Madison’s body strains toward the the glove desiring its touch.

Soon it is clear that Madison has completely relaxed having given over herself to the erotic sensations of mink gracing her skin. I put the glove away and slide my bare hand up her thigh. She tenses slightly as my fingers slip into her wetness. I curl my fingers upward and begin to massage her G-spot. I feel her shudder as I place a vibrator against her clit. Soon her hips begin to rhythmically rock. From inside her pussy I can feel the tension building within her. She begins to gasp as if straining for breath. She convulses, knuckles white as her arms strain against the cuffs. Moaning loudly in an almost shriek, her orgasm takes her.

Once her shudders have subsided I lift the blindfold from her eyes. “Are you still with me?”, I ask.

“Oh god yes!”, she replies.