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(MF, v, oral, tor, bd) *** Her name is Wendy, and if you knew her you’d never suspect she was into the sort of "game" she was about to play with me. Mid-twenties but with a petite youthfulness that causes most to mistake her for 18 at most. About 5’6", shoulder length brown hair, brown eyes and a smile that lights up her whole face. She’s always friendly and sweet to everyone, very happy and approachable, but also just a touch shy. "Innocent" is how most people would think of her. Only I was about to find out, not so much. Sweet, innocent little Wendy had me tied naked to her bed. How I’d gotten this way isn’t important really, but it involved months of escalating flirting and teasing and was, to this point at least, entirely consensual. I was stretched out spread-eagle on her bed with my wrists and ankles securely bound to the four corners. She’s placed several pillows beneath my hips to lift them up, thrusting my cock into the air and exposing my ass and my balls. "There are so many things I want to do to you tonight, baby," she says, standing beside the bed, looking down at me with a mischievous smile as she begins to undress. With all the flirting we’ve done lately I’ve never seen her naked, so I strain to lift my head and get a good look as she steps out of her skirt and removes her black lacy bra. I don’t understand the intricacies of cup sizes but her small, pert breasts are the perfect "handfuls", firm little teacups with hard, pink little button nipples. "So many things to do. So many games to play." She pulls off her panties, black and lacy to match the bra, but the room is dimly lit and I can’t see much past the pull of light I’m laying exposed in, so I drop my head back to the pillow and wait. "I’ve thought about this for a long time, and believe me you’re in for a long night. But we’ll start off simply." She lays beside me on the bed and kisses me as she reaches down and takes my cock in her hand for the first time. I’ve fantasized about this for a long while, and here it is, the first touch of her dainty, delicate fingers wrapping around the shaft of my cock, squeezing as she pumps her fist up and down it’s length. The thrill of fantasy fulfilled is almost enough to send me over the edge already, and nothing has even happened yet. "Tonight is a game, as I’ve said. But it’s MY game. I’M playing with YOU, and you will not be having much fun sweetie. To start I’m going to jack you off. Does that feel good? Do you like that?" It does and I do. She strokes me a little faster. "Well, the number one, golden rule of my game is this: no matter what happens, no matter what I do or how good I make you feel, you are absolutely FORBIDDEN to cum. Ever. That’s the first thing I need to let sink in. I’m going to play with you a lot, in many different ways tonight, but at no time whatsoever will you cum. Understand?" I’m stunned, but the "naughtiness" of sweet little Wendy talking to me that way is a tremendous turn on. So I just moan and nod. She pumps my cock in her hand faster and faster. I can feel her body, small and warm, pressed against me. She’s kissing my face, my neck, breathing huskily into my ear. Her perfect little nipples poke into my side and my chest like little stones. Eventually I can feel the early warning signs of climax building in my stomach, and apparently she can too because she stops kissing me and whispers into my ear, looking down the length of my body to watch her own hand work. "Don’t cum, baby. I know this feels good, but remember the rule. You are absolutely forbidden to cum at all, no matter what." She squeezes me harder, strokes me faster. "Would it help if I counted down for you," she asks playfully, and for the first time I hear the hint of "evil" in her voice that will become so familiar before the night is through. "I’ll tell you what, I’ll count down from ten and then I’ll stop. You only have to hold out for ten more seconds, okay? You can do that, can’t you?" She smiles, and strokes me even faster. "Ten." "Nine." It takes a moment for me to recognize through the haze of pleasure that each count is MUCH more than a second. She is deliberately stretching it out, waiting maybe five or even ten whole seconds between each count. Obviously I’m meant to suffer more than she said I would. "Eight. That’s good, baby. Only seven more seconds to go. That’s not too bad, right? You should be able to keep from cumming for seven more seconds, I think." She moves down the bed, kneeling between my spread legs, looking up at me as she strokes my cock only inches from her face. "Seven," she says, and leans her face even closer, her lips just barely brushing against the head of my cock. Still jacking me off with one hand she reaches down and fondles my balls. "Six," with another smile as she glosses her lips with the precum she’s squeezing out of me. At the sight of her pink tongue just peeking out of her mouth, and the first ever feel of it’s wonderful blend of smooth roughness flicking across my cock, that sight and feel I’ve died for months, I know that I’m going to lose. There’s no way I can hold back. She’s going to make me cum, right here and right now. And while that’s awesome, it’s also slightly disappointing. I’d wanted this experience to last. (It will, and it does… but you should always be careful what you wish for.) "Five." She wraps her lips around the head of my cock and begins to suck, still stroking the shaft with her hand, and still rolling her tongue around. My eyes roll back in my head and I moan loudly as she pushes her mouth all the way to the base of my shaft, and then back to the tip. She’s fucking me with her mouth, and doing it well. I’d never imagined that sweet little Wendy would be this talented, this experienced. Suddenly she moves her mouth away and lays back beside me again, talking into my ear as she continues to pump her fist faster and faster. "Only four seconds to go, but you’re SOOO close. I can tell. I can feel it… I can TASTE it. You want to cum, don’t you baby? You’ve made it this far, it would be a shame to lose this close to the end. With only four seconds to go?" She grabs my hair and turns my face to look at her, looking directly into my eyes. "Well maybe I can help. If you cum now baby, you’ll be punished. I don’t care how good this feels, or how long you’ve dreamt of this, if you can’t even hold out for just a measley four more seconds, than I’m going to punish you. Is that what you want? Do you WANT me to punish you?" I can’t possibly stand any more of this. I’ve lusted after her for so long that just hearing her talk like this could make me cum, let alone the reality of having her beautiful naked body pressed against mine, or her surprisingly firm hand jacking me off. "Three." She’s still looking directly into my eyes, but her voice has changed. Just slightly, but it’s noticeable. It’s still playful, but there’s much more of that "evil" undertone now. "Two. Don’t cum, baby. Don’t you DARE cum. I’m warning you, you’ll be punished." Her right hand is a blur, pistoning up and down the length of my cock, slicking on the precum-covered head over and over. "One. It won’t be fun, I promise. If you cum I’ll punish you and you won’t like it." With literally half-a-second to spare before the point of no return she pulls her hand away. Even with her threats of punishment I can only imagine (at that point at least) that the worst punishment of all is to get THAT CLOSE to cumming and then be denied. I moan out loudly and try to thrust my hips, but of course I’m too securely tied to move even an inch. I’m tortured by the near-orgasm that almost-but-not-quite explodes from my body. Wendy is clearly good at this to be able to push it so very close to the edge. Even a fraction of a second longer and I would have cum anyways, even after she stopped. It’s an amazing gift, but one which I’m understandably unimpressed by at that particular moment. As my body eases back from the precipice Wendy moves back down and kisses and licks the head of my cock. "Mmm. That tastes good. But," she licks again, teasingly. "That almost tastes like cum. Not PRE-cum, no this tastes kind of like the real thing. You didn’t… did you?" She glances up at me over her shoulder and gives me a mock-disappointed look. Another flick of her tongue and, "I think you did. So close and you tried so hard, but you broke my rule." She gets off the bed and walks into the shadows for a moment. When she returns she’s carrying something. I marvel at her gorgeous, lithe naked body as she walks, but my attention is drawn quickly to the item she’s carrying. A crop. A short leather riding crop. Also what appears to be a shoelace from one of her shoes. She kneels on the bed beside me and starts tying the lace around the base of my cock, cinching it tight before looping the excess around the base of my scrotum and stretching my balls up into view. "I told you I would punish you, but you just couldn’t resist, could you? I only gave you one rule. And I even tried to make it easier on you by counting, letting you know how long you had to go. But you had to defy me, and so now I get to punish you." She takes up the crop and lightly strokes up my inner thigh, across my balls and up the length of my cock to the head. There she very lightly taps the leather loop on the end of the crop, just hard enough to let me know it’s there. The first look of genuine worry crosses my face, and she smiles. "Oh sweetie, I told you that you’d be punished and that it wouldn’t be fun. Well, not fun for YOU anyway. But this is what I’VE been fantasizing about." Another, slightly harder, tap of the crop. "But, because we’ve both wanted each other for so long, I’ll give you one more chance. Not to avoid punishment," and another even harder slap on the sensitive head of my cock. "Because you ARE about to be punished. But I’ll give you a chance to keep it from being as bad as it COULD be," she says as she traces the end of the crop down the length of my hard cock and across my painfully bound balls. I gasp in understanding. She moves up to the head of the bed, kneeling above me between my tied wrists so I can’t see her. She leans down and gives me a passionate upside-down kiss, then looks into my eyes with that maliciously playful grin again. "I want to be very clear with you now. I’m about to whip your cock. I’m not just playing now, baby. This will be the real thing. I’m going to use this whip to punish your cock, and it’s going to hurt. Do you understand? I’m going to be brutal and merciless and I’m going to enjoy doing it. And it WILL hurt, baby. A lot." She kisses me again. "But, while I’m whipping you I’m going to be using your mouth. And here’s the deal… if you can satisfy me with your mouth, no matter what I’m doing to you, then you MIGHT convince me to go easy on you. Well, not EASY really, but a little easier than I had planned to go," and she lightly taps the crop on one of my balls. I flinch. "Now two things you MUST get absolutely clear. One, that you WILL be whipped. I am positively about to mercilessly whip your cock, and I’ll hurt you more than you can imagine. That is going to happen." She grabs my hair and looks deep, directly into my eyes again, this time with no hint of playfulness, and punctuates every word. "You. Will. Be. Whipped. There’s nothing you can do to stop that. Don’t beg, don’t plead. And don’t hope to pleasure me enough to change my mind, because I’ll be whipping you WHILE you use your mouth. And that’s the second thing you have to be clear on. I’ll be hurting you, and having fun doing it, but you absolutely MUST satisfy me. And by satisfy I mean one hundred and FIFTY percent. You had better make me cum harder than I have EVER cum in my life. I don’t care how much pain you’re in, if you want to avoid," another tap on my balls, "the REAL punishment, you’d better be the best mouth I’ve ever, ever felt. Understand?" Without waiting for a reply, Wendy moves to straddle me, facing the foot of the bed (and my unprotected cock) and I get my first look at her pussy. Neatly trimmed, almost but not quite shaved bare. It’s pink and wet, the lips swollen and puffy, her clit just peeking out between the folds, glistening. She’s obviously turned on. And then she’s pressing it to my mouth and I take my first taste of her. She’s sweet, liked I’d always imagined. Fresh. I push out my tongue and brush it against her clit and smile as I hear the slight catch in her breath. I flick and circle her clit with my tongue for a few seconds and then move down to her pussy, sucking her lips into my mouth, working my tongue back and forth over the whole length of her pussy before pushing it deep into her. I fuck her with my tongue as fast and as deep as I can, occasionally stopping to concentrate on her clit, which has grown huge and swollen. I can feel her moving against me, bucking her hips, grinding down against my face. I can hear small moans and even a little whimper. I allow myself to imagine that she’s going to cum, and foolishly forget her very explicit speech just moments before. I’m quickly brought back to reality by the first REAL blow from the crop against the head of my cock. Pain explodes in my body and I cry out into Wendy’s pussy. Another blow, seemingly harder than the first, and I struggle with all my strength to move, to shift position, to get my hands free to cover myself or to twist my hips away and avoid the next stroke. But it’s no good. Wendy has tied me so securely that I can’t moved even the slightest. In fact I’d helped her do it. She’d actually made me tie my own ankles, all supposedly part of the "game". She’d also had me tie a rope around my waste, which she then wrapped under and around the bed, holding my hips in place. And finally she’d even run another rope under the bed and up around each side which I dutifully tied to each knee, very effectively hold my legs spread wide apart. The results? I’d willingly made MYSELF completely helpless and unable to protect myself from the savage whipping I was now receiving from beautiful, petite, "innocent" Wendy. I try to focus on using my mouth, doing my best to ignore the punishment she is giving me. But every few seconds Wendy redoubles her efforts, whipping harder and faster. She continues to grind her pussy into my mouth, and in fact gets even wetter, moaning louder, clearly getting off on what she’s doing. She reaches down and hold the base of my cock with her left hand, using it to position me exactly where she wants so she can bring the whip down on every single inch of my cock. She whips the shaft, laying blow after blow up and down the entire length, turning it this way and that, making sure that she turns every possible bit of it bright red. She pushes my cock down towards the foot of the bed and whips the top of the shaft, then pushes it to first one side and then the other so she can get both sides of the shaft before pulling it back towards her to punish the underside of the shaft. The whole time she’s moaning louder, moving her pussy against my mouth. By this time I’m sure she’s actually cum a couple of times, though I realize it has almost nothing to do with any oral skill of mine but rather the turn on she’s getting from punishing me. After she’s turned the full length of the cock bright, painful red, she focuses again on the head. I understand now that the lace she tied around my cock is meant to keep me hard and erect, even through all the pain. It would have been a mercy to go soft at this point, and she told me herself she was going to be merciless to me. And so she grips the shaft in her left hand, again holding it steady, and uses her talented right hand to bring her whip down again and again on the tender head of my cock. She whips harder and harder with every blow, and the pain is unbearable. It’s too much, I can’t take anymore. But, of course, I have no choice. I HAVE to take it, too much or not. Finally, through the blinding haze of pain and the aching exhaustion of my mouth, I realize that she’s cumming. Hard. She’s crying out and shaking, her entire body convulsing, my mouth filling with her wetness. She releases my cock from her left hand as she squeezes her breasts, pinches her nipples, but keeps whipping me. Her blows are less aimed now, striking the head, the shaft, coming dangerously close to my unprotected balls, and my cock is bouncing back and forth with the force of her blows. When she’s finished at last, she collapses across me, gasping and vibrating. She’s covered in a fine sheen of sweat. We’re both exhausted and out of breath, her from her multiple orgasms and the exertion of her "game", me from the pain of the whipping. She regains her breath first. "That was amazing, baby," she says, her voice husky with passion and, I hope, satisfaction. As I try to figure out what to say now, she reaches down beside the bed and grabs a ball-gag, which she casually begins fitting into my mouth. She continues talking to me, still seemingly glowing from pleasure. Again, she’s being almost casual. "You were very, very good. I have to say I didn’t expect you to be that good. Especially since I was "distracting" you. That was very, very good." She finishes securing the gag in place, leaving me completely unable to speak. Or beg. "But," she says, and her voice suddenly regains that "evil" mischief I’ve heard several times tonight. "I’m afraid it wasn’t good enough." She reaches down and grabs the crop, brandishing it in front of my now terrified eyes. "I was more than fair to you, sweetheart. I gave you every opportunity to satisfy me. But you just couldn’t do it. Now comes the REAL punishment." She moves back down between my legs again. "Now I’m going to whip your balls. It’s not a game anymore, baby. I’ve been playing with you all night, but now all bets are off. No more chances. No more mercy. I’m going to whip your balls savagely. I’m going to watch your face, your expressions while I do it. I’m going to watch you struggle to move or cover yourself. I’m going to watch you strain to close your legs. "Oh, if only you hadn’t tied your own legs open for me, huh? I’m going to listen to your muffled begging and pleading. But it won’t help. Nothing is going to help now. I’ll whip you, and I’ll hurt you, and it will be far, FAR more than you can possibly stand. But you’ve go no choice. There’s nothing you can do but lie there and take it." She takes my bound balls in one hand and hefts the whip in the other. "Oh yeah, one more thing. After I’ve finished with you, I’ve invited a couple of my friends over to take THEIR turns. Brace yourself, baby, for a very long, painful night." And with that, she brings the first blow down on my balls. END (for now) ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. 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