Page 22 of Calling Her Bluff

The walk to the car was pure torture—the coat rubbed against her swollen nipples, her breasts bounced as she walked, making the chain jerk and pull on her clit and nipples, the plug in her ass jostled her insides, and the balls in her pussy added a confusing mix of intense pleasure to the cacophony of sensations fighting for dominance inside of her. Driving was worse. Most of her weight bore down on the plug, pressing it more firmly into her tight ass, and every bump in the road increased her agony as her heavy breasts bounced and pulled on the chain. The seatbelt pressed against her coat, making her nipples and clit throb as the chain tugged at them.

By the time she was in front of Todd’s door, she was on the brink of an orgasm. The balls in her pussy had added just enough ecstasy, her body was leeching confused pleased from the torture of her other delicate sex organs, and her thighs were slick with her juices. In the hall of his apartment, she quickly shed the coat and took the gag and handcuffs from the pocket. Shoving the gag in her mouth, she fastened the band around her head, securing the little fake penis between her teeth. Hands cuffed behind her back, her insides quailed as she realized how her breasts jutted out in front of her due to the positioning of her arms, offering them up for whatever Todd had in mind for tonight.

Following his final instruction, she walked to his room, feeling more vulnerable and hornier with every step. He was waiting, naked and erect, his face blank. Only his eyes showed his eagerness as they swept over her body, drinking in the sight of her submission. On the nightstand beside him were several… implements. One looked like a ping-pong paddle, another a riding crop, and the last was obviously a whip. Seeing them, her eyes widened, and she started making frantic sounds behind the gag, shaking her head and pleading with her eyes.

Frowning, Todd stalked toward her, the pleasure in his eyes fading quickly.

“I thought you understood there would be no more arguing with me.” He seemed more confused than angry as if he was pondering whether he’d gone too far.

Nodding frantically at his words, she continued to try to talk through the gag, jiggling with frustration, which made her moan as the clamps tugged again. Frowning, he reached behind her head to undo the gag, popping it out of her mouth, and the words spilled forth as she hastened to make herself understood.

“My parents are having a pool party tomorrow. I have to be there, and if I don’t go swimming, they’re going to think that something’s wrong, and all I have are bikinis, and they can’t see marks on me, they justcan’t,I don’t have any way of explaining them—”

Todd popped the gag back in her mouth. She made a mewling noise, eyes pleading with him to understand. Thoughtfully, he examined the trembling and anxious girl in front of him, feeling relieved now that he understood she didn’t want to end their evening. He’d been cruising BDSM websites all week, practicing with the three implements he’d chosen, wanting to make sure he didn’t do anything to harm her. What he wanted was still possible, but it was going to be harder on her than he’d intended.

“Well, we can do this without leaving marks where your parents will see them, but it’s going to be a lot worse for you that way. Is that what you want to agree to?” The tone in his voice was sincere, offering her an out if she wanted it, confirming her suspicions that if she ever truly wanted this blackmail to stop, all she had to do was state that and stick to it.

That wasn’t what she wanted.

Allison nodded, eyes shining as she looked up at him. She needed to cum so badly. She needed this.

Todd smiled cruelly. “So be it.”

Roughly he pushed her over to the bed. With her hands cuffed behind her back, Allison fell face forward, her feet still on the ground. As her clamped nipples hit the fabric, she screamed behind the gag, pain flaring through her breasts and sending jagged heat to her roiling core. Without much ado, Todd picked up the paddle and brought it down on the center of her squirming ass.

THWACK!

Her body jerked, making the chain pull on her nipples and clit, so she was burning on the front and the back. She yelped into the gag. The paddle hit again, then again in the center over her butt crack, where her bikini bottoms would be sure to cover. Despite her resolve to keep still and spare her breasts and clit as much as possible, she began to dance as the steady blows to her reddening bottom continued. Juices dripped from her pussy as the balls danced inside her as she writhed on the bed, unable to escape the raining blows. The worst slaps were the ones he landed squarely on the base of the plug, giving the plug a short sharp shove inward that made the inside of her ass burn, just as her cheeks were starting to.

Over the sound of the paddle hitting her ass and her muffled screams and cries of pain, Allison could hear Todd telling her over and over what a bad girl she’d been, and if she’d just been good last week and done as he’d told her, this wouldn’t be happening. It became a mantra running through her head, in his deep voice. The spanking went on until that spot on her ass was dark cherry red, and she was sobbing, her hands twitching in the cuffs.

When he finally stopped, she slumped on the bed, wishing with all her heart she’d been more accepting of his plans last week, which had turned out to be entirely enjoyable, and she and Chad were getting along better than ever. By the end, nothing Todd had done to her hadn’t been enjoyable. She should have trusted him.

Stepping up behind her, Todd put his hand over the dark red center of her bottom. It looked like a target, imprinted onto her creamy flesh, and he could feel the heat emanating from it. It would have been easier on her if he’d been able to spread the spanking over her entire butt, but he hadn’t given her as many spanks as he would have to make it tolerable.

She continued to sniffle and weep, although she didn’t protest as he undid the handcuffs and reattached them with her wrists in front of her body. Bringing her to the other side of the bed, he lifted her hands above her head and attached them to a rope hanging from a ring in the ceiling, he’d put there especially for her.

Her body was stretched out with her arms and wrists high above her head and breasts thrust forward. Todd smiled at her tear-streaked face, then got the rubber whip. It had twenty strands, each a foot long, and could caress or bite, depending on how hard he swung it and the angle of impact. He’d tested it on himself.

If he was careful, he could whip her entire body, and there would be no marks in the morning.

Allison was slightly slumped, a good portion of her weight on her wrists as she wobbled. Her ass was still burning, and she just hoped whatever was coming next, he’d leave her ass alone for a while.

She was about to get her wish. The ends of the whip flicked along her breasts, a couple strands smacking her tortured nipples. Squealing, her head lifted, and she stared at Todd as he smiled sincerely at her, then flicked his wrist again.

Very quickly, Allison’s body was dancing and squirming, trying to get her breasts out of reach of the whip—which didn’t actually help to avoid pain since her movements caused the chain to stretch her nipples and clit as she twisted and turned. Todd had quite an amusing show as she danced for him, heavy breasts bouncing delightfully, squeals emerging around the gag. He concentrated most of his hits on the undersides of her breasts and across her swollen nipples, areas guaranteed to be covered by a bikini.

Tears leaked down her face again as the pain in her nipples became almost unbearable, making them feel as if they were going to pop right off of her chest. Todd continued his diatribe about how she needed to accept his dominance on Friday nights and stop arguing with him for the sake of arguing. Finally, the whipping stopped, and Allison slumped, all of her weight on her wrists.

Todd moved to support her, not wanting her to damage her wrists. Holding her firmly around the waist with one arm, he took pity on her and decided not to pull on the chain connecting the clamps as he’d planned. Instead, he reached down and released her nipples from their torment. Allison’s head fell back, and she moaned unhappily as he rubbed the tender buds. They tingled and flared as blood circulation in them again. She cried out when he released her clit and rubbed it as well, caught somewhere between extreme pleasure and exquisite pain.

Todd leaned down to suck each of her nipples gently, his tongue swirling around them. He suckled each of them, soothing the sore flesh with his mouth before dropping to his knees and repeating the process with her clit. It wasn’t long before Allison was thrusting her hips, enjoying the lingering ache the clamps had left and the sensual heat now rising.

Smiling smugly, he ignored her groan of disappointment when he stood and released her wrists from the rope holding them above her head, although he kept them handcuffed together. Her sore and tired body falling against his chest, he picked her up and laid her down on the bed.

Tying her handcuffs to the headboard, he repeated the position he’d put her in the first night, with each leg tied to a bedpost on the headboard, so her body was nearly inside out. From this position, her pussy was stretched wide open and completely accessible, as was her ass.

Wanting to play a little, wondering how the effect of such a large toy had on her, he began pulling on the base of the plug, bringing it to the point where it almost popped over the widest edge before pushing it back in. Allison thrashed as much as possible in her position, gasping and moaning protests behind the gag. Compared to everything else, it wasn’t as painful, but it was definitely uncomfortable. After pumping the plug a few times, he decided he’d given her enough rest and grabbed the whip again.

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