Boundaries

Jenny drifted through a haze of sleep with the vague impression that something was wrong. She blinked a few times and managed to focus enough to take in her surroundings. Same old bedroom. Same old bed. Same old darkness.

She closed her eyes and tried to roll over, but a pressure on her wrists prevented her from moving.

She opened her eyes again. There was a silhouette hovering above her. A male one.

She opened her mouth to scream but all that came out was a strangled gasp as a large hand gripped her throat. She breathed shallow breaths, trembling as he stripped her from the waist down.

The hand squeezed, threatening, before it released. She sucked in air gratefully.

As her eyes adjusted to the low light she saw that he was holding a rope. The same one that was wrapped around her wrists.

He yanked and she was dragged into a crunch. She shivered as the cold night air crept inside her pajama top and her nipples contracted. The man looped one end of the rope around her right leg, trapping it and forcing her into a sitting position.

His teeth glinted bright white in the darkness as he shoved her onto her back and thrust something inside her.

Her world exploded in pain and pleasure. The object slid in easily, driving deep and crunching into her cervix, far harder than she’d ever dare. It was thrust inside her again and again, twisting to burrow up through the wall where her sweet spot hid. The intensity was almost unbearable but each strike to her insides was tempered by the building of a familiar pressure.

She bit her lip, trying not to scream as her body shook, arching and rolling against the assault. Each time she was dragged back by a firm hand and the thin rope that bound her.

She shuddered as the silky edge of the free end was dragged across her skin and jerked when the small knot on the end whipped around to smack into her torso. It struck again and again, and despite herself she arched into the sharp spikes of pain.

The pressure was still building, the thrusting becoming more painful as the angle became more extreme until he was pressing the butt of the object against her arse and thrusting straight up, stretching her walls beyond their reach.

She cried out, her whole body shuddering in desperation as she danced across the swells of pain and grasped futilely at the foam of pleasure that topped their peaks.

She needed to come. She had to.

The man gripped her neck and she stopped breathing, unable to control anything of her own will anymore. Hot tears leaked out and slid down the sides of her face as her throat constricted.

The hand released as a fat thumb pushed down on her clit and the pressure was released. Her juices cascaded down her thighs as she sucked in lungful after lungful of sweet air, the pleasure sweeping through her body and drowning out any of the previous agony.

She went limp. The ropes were released and the silhouette leant in close to her face.
“You’re okay, right?” he asked. “Not dead?”

“She let out a low soft moan of appreciation.

“Cool.”

She twitched as the rope was untangled from her body. Each hiss of the silky smooth cord made her interest rise again until she was lifting her hips in offering to the man.

He smacked her clit lightly. She dipped her hips at the unexpected pain, then lifted them again.

“Don’t make me fuck with you.” He warned. He smacked her again, harder. She rolled away and he took the opportunity to land an even harder strike to her buttcheek.

“No more, please.” She surrendered.

He grinned and tweaked her nipple. She gasped and curled in on herself as it set off a domino effect. The ache in crotch began to build and soon she was arching and rolling her hips as the pressure returned to her body. She squeezed her legs together in an effort to control herself but ended up smacking her head against the bed in her desperation.

“What do you say?” the man asked teasingly.

“Where the fuck do you find these tricks?” she managed to asked back after several stuttered attempts.

“I read. Want it to stop?”

She shook her head, determined not to let him get the better of her.

“Alright, but you’re not going to be able to cum until I hit the trigger.”

She tried to move her own hands to her body to try finish herself off but the spasms were out of control and her arms kept finding their way back to above her head. She twisted her fingers into the sheet and bit her lip. She couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Make it stop.” She begged, unable to control her own body anymore than she could control the sun.

“Say the magic word.”

Her teeth clacked against her tongue as she struggled to find the right one.

“P-p-please.”

“Please what?” he urged.

“P-please M-m-m-master.” She hissed.

He pushed apart her quivering clenched legs and slid two fingers inside her. The tension ebbed and she thought she was free when he pressed into her sweet spot.

She thrashed and moaned, hysterical as he flicked the spot again and again. As she hovered at the crest of the wave he changed angles and pressed into two spots at once.

She fell, down, down, down past the normal floor of pleasure and right through, sinking into a state of absolute bliss.

Her body collapsed like a doll whose strings had been cut.

She breathed a sigh of relief and pleasure as he pulled her limp body straight and re-covered it with the blanket.

He leant over and kissed her goodnight. “Happy birthday.”

“Fuck you…” she managed to breath.

“Tomorrow.” He grinned. “For now, sleep.”

Her body having been wrenched from one extreme to the other by the full reality of her innermost fantasies, Jenny slept.

– J.B. Sutherland