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His hand encircled my arm, yanking me away from the wall, and then he thrust me forward. I feared I was about to crash to the floor, but my fall was brief, and I bounced up and down on the bed.
“Stay there,” he ordered, and I heard his steps receding as he moved away. With caution, I reached for the front of my blindfold, gradually lifting it, and glanced toward the closet where light streamed into the darkened bedroom. He had intentionally left the lights off, creating an eerie atmosphere. While he remained in the closet, I began assessing the damage to my body. First, I looked down my body, noticing the small cuts on my stomach and hip. I reached between my legs, running my fingers over the damp skin, and when I withdrew them, I found no trace of blood. I sighed in relief before hastily grabbing my hair, searching for the piece he had cut off. When I discovered it, I saw that it was a few inches shorter than the rest, and anger surged within me.
“You fucking bastard!” I growled lowly before hearing him approaching. Swiftly, I turned and lowered the blindfold, returning to my previous position. However, I left a small gap below the blindfold to peek through discreetly, allowing me to see without his knowledge. When something was dropped onto the bed, my heart sank. That was a considerable amount of rope, I thought. But my heart began to pound with fear when he placed something new on the bed. It was a massive dildo, much larger than anything I had ever taken inside me. I prayed he was going to hit me with it and not shove it inside me. I’d rather suck on it or be hurt by it than have it thrust into my pussy. I believed I couldn’t grow any more anxious, but then he threw something else on the bed, and I wasn’t sure what it was. It resembled a ball gag, but it had pink lips spread open in an O shape. It dawned on me what it was for. Instead of filling my mouth with rubber, that device was designed to keep my lips parted, providing him with the opportunity to use my mouth as he pleased. It functioned like a muzzle, preventing me from biting down but leaving me open for his pleasure.
“Does the torture begin now?” I asked, my voice trembling.
Just as I voiced my question, a flogger was added to the mix. Why did I keep asking these things? My inquiries never seemed to bring anything good, but I couldn’t stop myself from asking, could I?
“It begins,” he confirmed with a pleased tone.
“Of course...” I sighed before Jared effortlessly repositioned me higher on the bed. He turned me slightly and kept me on my hands and knees. I heard him moving around me, the creaking of the bed as something was fastened to it. He was preparing something substantial, and now I wished I hadn’t seen those items. Knowing did me no favors.
Chapter 25
-Jared-
I tightened the blue rope around the second bedpost, relishing the creak of the wood. The echoing sound caused Alison to jump and turn her head toward me. She was unquestionably in for an unforgettable night. So far, she hadn’t screamed, but the evening had only just begun. Up to this point, I had pushed her to the brink, subjecting her to icy fear. But we were slowly inching toward the true torment. I intended to use Alison’s body so thoroughly that she wouldn’t be able to move, and only when my frustration was finally satiated by the pleasure of hearing her beg for mercy would I relent. Fortunately, Alison’s stubbornness and love for resistance meant that it would take a while before she truly begged, which made this all the more enjoyable.
“Excited?” I taunted her.
“If I were wearing pants, I’d probably shit them,” she murmured, but I caught her words. They amused me, and as I walked past her, I delivered a hard spank to her ass, surprising her and making her lurch forward.
“A bit challenging with that sizable plug in your ass,” I remarked.
“Just tell me you’re not upgrading to a larger size yet.”
“Not yet,” I confirmed as I moved to the third bedpost, securing the dark blue rope around it. It would have been easier if we were in our playroom, but for now, I had to improvise. I wished I had more equipment, but this would suffice. I proceeded to the last bedpost and began tying the rope around it as well. Once I had secured blue rope around all four bedposts, I moved up onto the bed beside Alison. She turned her head toward me again, but I noticed something about her blindfold. It was tilted slightly, and I couldn’t help but smile. I reached out, pulling it back into place, eliciting a surprised gasp from her.
“It appears my slave is being disobedient again,” I taunted.
“You never said I couldn’t remove it,” she retorted.
I shook my head, the smile persisting, and I spanked her ass hard once more, causing her to hiss before I began to knead away the sting.
“Fuck! Do you have to spank me so hard?” she protested.
“That’s what disobedient sluts get,” I reminded her. Then, I had her tilt back slightly, shifting more of her weight onto her legs. I took hold of her arms and secured them down her back, pressing them together. I then fetched more rope and started looping it around her arms, binding them together.
“How many people have you done this to?” she whispered, trembling beneath me as I fastened the rope down her arms, keeping them tightly together.
“I’ve tied up quite a few people,” I informed her, deliberately avoiding specifics about why or how I had restrained them. Alison received a special treatment compared to my previous targets. However, her mind raced with a multitude of dreadful scenarios, her curses barely audible. Once I had secured the last knot near her hands, I slapped her ass again, this time ensuring that the plug took the brunt of the impact.
“Oh, shit!” she gasped, thrusting forward and nearly losing her balance. I grabbed her, preventing her from falling. “Shit, it felt like that plug was up in my throat.”
I chuckled at her description, savoring the satisfaction of making my point clear. Her defiance was only going to result in more pain. Holding her in the position I desired, I gracefully slipped off the bed before tying each piece of rope to her arms. It required some effort, but when I was finished, I stepped back, admiring her from behind. She was held perfectly level with her enticing ass thrust out, the plug prominently on display. Her pink, glistening pussy awaited whatever abuse I had in mind, and it was unquestionably going to accommodate something substantial tonight—if there was even room for it all. Alison would find a room, I mused, before realizing I was missing something crucial.
“Oh, I almost forgot something important,” I informed her.
“Surely there can’t be more!” she protested.
I returned to the closet and retrieved a spreader bar. This would ensure that my little slut learned to remain completely still as I filled all her openings tonight. If she moved too much, the bar would simply spread further. Every limb of hers would be sore after tonight. I went back to the bedroom and tossed the spreader bar onto the bed.
“What was that?” she whispered, but I didn’t respond as I secured one ankle to it and then the other.
“Jared, what’s between my legs?” she questioned.
“Nothing yet,” I teased before taking the lips gag and approaching her head. I grasped her face, tilting it slightly backward.
