“Are you comfortable, baby-girl?”
She wiggled on the bed and tested the thigh sling holding her legs spread wide. “Yes Sir, I’m fine. But you can tighten the straps some more if you want to pull my knees back farther.”
“That’s an excellent idea.” He adjusted the straps, pulling her knees almost to her chest. “How does that feel now? Are the ropes on your wrist too tight?
The ropes binding her arms to the bedposts were tight, but she needed the pain to distract her, otherwise the game would be over too soon. With her legs spread wide, her arms bound and a blindfold covering her eyes, she was completely vulnerable, totally exposed, and accessible for her-Sir’s enjoyment. How delicious.
“I’m ready, my-Sir. Let the game begin.”
Fire exploded between her legs before the sound of the slap reached her ears. “I’ll decide when the game begins, Princess. To remind you, once the game begins, you will have to guess what toy or implement I’ve used on your body. There will be five objects and you will have three guesses for each. If you guess all five toys or implements correctly, I will allow you to come. If you miss just one, you will receive our previously agreed upon punishment…and no orgasm.” He pressed two fingers into the wetness of her hot sheath and she moaned. “Understood?”
Her abdomen clenched with tingling anticipation. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good-girl. There is one more caveat to the game. If you climax before I give you permission, the game is over – you lose.”
She sucked down a calming breath. “Yes, Sir.”
“OK, let’s begin.”
She jerked in the sling when something wet lashed her clit. Coarse stubble rasped her skin and her breath caught in her throat.
“Tongue, that’s your tongue.”
Pleasure and pain closed around her pebbled nipple. “Nipple clamps, Sir.” Her nipples, an autobahn express to her pussy, practically sighed with pleasure.
“Oooh,” popped out of her mouth when a ribbed object breached her rosebud. “Butt-plug, Sir.”
“Brava baby-girl, that’s three – just two more to go.”
An all too familiar buzzing sound filled the room, just before the vibrations in her cunt sent pleasure rippling through her entire body.
“Wand, magic wand,” she gasped.
“Yes, now one more to go.” The buzzing grew louder and the vibrations stronger. He’d upped the wand’s speed – evil man.
Pleasure spikes pricked her arm. “Needles.”
“No.” The vibration grew stronger.
Barbs of pain stabbed her thighs. “Pinwheel, Sir.”
“No baby-girl, you have one more guess.” The vibrations grew stronger.
Her impending orgasm crested and she hovered on the edge. Prickly heat erupted wherever the stinging darts touched. She bit her lip and focused on the repeated tiny nips from whatever toy or implement Sir used all over her body.
Implement? Could it be?
“Fork, it’s a fucking fork.”
“Good-girl.” Sir climbed between her legs and the air rushed from her lungs when he slammed his cock deep inside her. “Now – come for Me.”
© 2015 Will LaForge
This story first appeared in the Hot-Off Erotica Tournament as my semi-finals submission for a story to be written in 500 words using the keyword prompt – ‘Fork’.