“Say peacock.”
“Pea…cock.” She barely made out her own word.
“Say crane.”
That was even harder to pronounce clearly.
“Okay, I can still hear you.” He pinched her left nipple, this time quite hard. Jean cried out with her muffled voice. “You forgot to say zhuren again. Remember, every single time you open your mouth, you have to say zhuren.”
What am I doing? she wondered. But her curiosity kept her going. Well, to be fair, she liked the excitement, just not the pain. She had little tolerance for any pain. How could she allow someone to inflict pain on her deliberately?
Before she answered her own question, she felt a rope being tied on her right wrist. It turned several times around her wrist before being knotted to secure the tie. Then her arm was stretched toward the upper-right corner and was soon securely tied to the rod of the headboard. One by one, all her arms and legs were tied up.
When he finished, Dirk stood at the end of the bed checking his piece of work. In front of him, on the bed, Jean’s naked body was tied up—spread-eagled, with only a blindfold and a mouthpiece. He watched for a few seconds, marveled about her beauty and his own work. A satisfied smile curled up his lips. “Now it’s time to give my good doll some reward.”
He picked up a vibrator from his bag. “When I say it is a punishment, I know I will enjoy it, you won’t. But when I say it is a reward, I know both of us will like it. Or at least I think you will like it as well.” With his left hand opening the upper part of her vagina, Dirk turned on the bunny-eared vibrator and placed it on Jean’s clitoris.
Jean jerked at once. As a normal adult, she had masturbated from time to time. The pleasure of touching herself down there was enormous. When she was a conservative teenager, she thought it was a terrible thing to do. Yet, even then, she couldn’t stop pleasing herself that way. Often she did it with shame and regret. Now she knew it was a healthy and normal way to please one’s self, but she had still never touched herself with anything other than her finger.
The pleasure was so intense that she thought she couldn’t even handle it. She moaned and struggled in her bondage, trying to get away from the vibrator. However, Dirk was prepared for her struggle. He placed his left arm on her stomach and leaned his body on her to stop her movement. Meanwhile, his left hand kept on spreading her vagina, and his right hand pressed the vibrator firmly on her clitoris.
“No! No! No!” Jean cried out through her mouthpiece. Her whole body tensed. Sweat appeared all over her body. Her head tilted backward and swayed from side to side. She wanted to get away from the intense pleasure. It was too much for her. She wanted to put her legs together to reduce the intensity, but obviously it wasn’t possible. The bonds he tied were so tight; she couldn’t move an inch. She felt so helpless under his weight and with all the bondage. Such helplessness seemed to intensify her experience. The excitement and the pleasure became an unbearable torture. Her cry grew louder as Dirk continuously and mercilessly forced the vibrator on her.
Soon, she felt she was going to explode. Her legs stretched rigidly. Violently her whole body jerked. Her clitoris was red and swollen. Body fluids gushed out of her vagina. She could even hear her own wet noise accompanying the vibrating sound. “Oh, God!” she screamed as she was on the verge of coming.
But then, it stopped! Jean couldn’t believe Dirk turned off the vibrator right before she came. “No!” she screamed again. This time she meant for him not to stop the vibrator. She wanted the vibrator placed back on her. She desperately wanted to come. The pressure had built up so much inside her that she needed to let it explode.
At first she thought Dirk probably didn’t know she hadn’t yet come. “Please!” She was hoping that her plea would give him the right message. But soon she realized she was wrong. Dirk did know. He’d stopped it right before she came, on purpose! Jean felt hot and cold at the same time when she heard him say, “That’s all for the reward. As a good doll, you shouldn’t come before your master, unless I want you to. Understand?”
Jean was breathless. Her body was burning with desire. She wanted to come, to release the intense pressure inside her, to end her torment. “Please!” she begged, hoping to move him, wishing to receive his mercy.
“Wrong.” Dirk lifted up her left hip and spanked her again. “How many times do I have to tell you to address me as zhuren?”
Tears welled up in her eyes.
“Now,” he said as he moved up, straddled her neck, and set his body weight lightly on her chest. “It’s time to give me a reward, for being your good master.”
With the blindfold, Jean couldn’t see what he was doing, but she guessed from the way he sat on her. “No, please!” She shook her head in protest when Dirk rubbed his penis on her cheeks.
Although she was twenty-five, Jean had never experienced oral sex before. Somehow, it seemed so intimate and intimidating to have a penis in her mouth rather than in her vagina.
She took a deep breath and then shut her lips tightly after Dirk removed the mouthpiece. Perhaps it is time to use the caution word. But then her curiosity and her sense of adventure prevented her from saying so. Her fear of the unknown and her concern for discomfort and embarrassment seemed to weigh as much as her curiosity and her willingness to experience new things. She hesitated. The split-second hesitation took away her chance to choose.
While his knees clamped her head in place, Dirk pinched Jean’s
nose. As she opened her mouth for air, he shoved his large, hardened penis into her mouth decisively and forcefully.
Jean made a muffled noise of “No.” But before she could say anything else, Dirk thrust his penis farther, reaching for her throat. It made her gag. Tears seeped out the corners of her eyes. She wished that Dirk would see her tears and then perhaps treat her differently, with care and mercy. But either he didn’t see her tears because of the blindfold or he didn’t care; Dirk continued taking his pleasure. He pulled his penis out, then thrust it into her mouth again, repeatedly, in a moderate rhythm.
After the initial shock and a few more gags, Jean calmed down a bit. Having a hardened penis thrusting in and out of her mouth seemed extremely erotic and even became enjoyable.
“Suck it,” Dirk instructed. Jean followed without any hesitation this time. She was eager to please him. Hearing his groan as she fervently sucked on his penis excited her. She knew she wet the bed even more. How she wished that he would enter her body, now! She was so ready for him.
As if he heard what she thought, Dirk moaned and thrust a couple of more times before he forced himself out. He moved down and knelt between her spread legs.
Oh, please. Give it to me, Jean pleaded loudly in her mind. I can’t stand it anymore. Take me!
Dirk didn’t seem as on fire as Jean. He lifted up her hips and shoved a pillow underneath so that her vagina was more open and easily accessible to him. Then, with one hand opening up her vagina, Dirk placed his penis at the opening, barely touching her.