"Now, what's this?" his husky voice asked, and I felt a tickling sensation as something light brushed against my bare flesh, making my skin prickle with sensual pleasure. It took several guesses as the item caressed across my breasts, down my torso, and back up again to tickle my nipples before I came up with the right answer.
"A basting brush?"
"Yes. That's right. Good girl. That one was a little tougher. Let's see if I can give you something easier."
I heard a small clicking sound, and suddenly the painful sensation of a plastic clip being applied to my left nipple made me recoil and cry out in pain. Writhing on the countertop, I tried to escape the pain, but there was nowhere I could go and slowly I began to acclimate to it.
I knew that I could use my safe word and Ethan would remove it immediately, but I noticed a strange sort of pleasure replacing the painful pinching sensation. It radiated from my nipple all the way to my pussy, which was now wet with sexual pleasure. The pain was turning me on and I wanted more.
I drew in a breath as he applied a second clip to my right nipple. This time, I was prepared for the shock of pain and didn't cry out, but it didn't make it hurt any less. The pleasure radiating in my most intimate folds, however, reacted just as strongly and I began to squirm in my wet panties, eager for more.
"What's the matter? Getting uncomfortable?" Ethan asked, misunderstanding my squirming. He removed the clips and said soothingly "Let's see if I can make you feel better."
Suddenly, I felt the sensation of two ice-cubes being applied to my sore nipples, one on each breast. I gasped at the freezing cold pain of it, but as I grew used to it, I luxuriated in the numbing feel.
He brought his hot, wet mouth upon my icy flesh, kissing and suckling my nipples in turn and then applying the ice again. My panties just kept getting wetter and wetter until I was gasping and panting on the countertop.
"What's the matter? You seem to be having a hard time sitting still," he taunted me.
"Sorry, master. I just want you to fuck me," I explained.
"You don't decide when I fuck you. Only I do. Now let me teach you what happens to naughty girls who can't sit still."
He flipped me over so my breasts were flat against the cool granite kitchen counter and tugged my panties off with rough hands. He wadded them into a ball and shoved them into my mouth like a gag. I heard the sound of duct tape being ripped off a roll and felt the sensation of a piece of tape covering my mouth to hold the silky gag into place.
Ethan ripped more tape off the roll, and I felt him untie the silk robe from my wrists. My freedom only lasted a moment, for he pulled my hands up over my head and duct taped my wrists together. I tried to pull my arms back towards my body only to discover I couldn't. He had bound my hands to some kind of metal object. In my blindness, I guessed that it must be the tall faucet of the kitchen sink.
"Now, naughty girl. I will teach you lesson." Ethan's voice sounded cruel and edgy, but I wasn't afraid. On the contrary, I was thrilled as my body pulsed with anticipation. What wonderful punishments did he have in store for me? I couldn't wait to find out, but I would have to, for he had disappeared.
I waited for what felt like an eternity, my anticipation being drawn out as I wondered where he had gone, when was he coming back, and what would he do when he returned. My ears strained, searching for any sign of him, and my skin prickled, searching for changes in the air, but there was nothing.
Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer and I began to squirm in my bonds, trying to get free. That's when Ethan made himself known to me with a sharp smack on my ass. He'd been there the whole time, watching me, waiting for me to move so he could punish me.
Again, and a
gain he brought the object down upon my naked ass, pleasuring my body with the pain he knew I loved. It took me a little while to identify what he was using. The surface was flat, pliable, square, and felt metallic in nature. Finally, I figured it out: he was spanking with a spatula from the kitchen drawer.
My breathing became moans of pleasure as I panted and screamed into the gag, and my pussy kept getting wetter. I was desperate for him to fuck me, but he knew it.
"You like that, don't you, naughty girl?" he taunted me as he rubbed the spatula against my flesh one moment and then smacked my round buttocks with it the next.
Unable to speak, I simply nodded my head.
"Let's see if you like this more," he said and I felt him cut the duct tape binding my wrists with a knife. He brought me up to a standing position and used a fresh piece of tape to bind my hands behind my head, in the position of someone who was under arrest.
"Let's see if you like this." Suddenly, he struck my breasts with something round, flat, and wooden. I recoiled and gasped into my gag, but I was unable to escape the onslaught of quick and tiny smacks with the strange object, as he tatted it all over my vulnerable breasts. After a moment, I realized he was using a wooden spoon, and my body rippled with pleasure as I moaned loudly through my gag.
When he thought I'd had enough, Ethan stopped and removed the blindfold from my eyes and I blinked into the light. Then, he gently peeled away the duct tape covering my mouth. I spit out the gag, and he held a cup of cool water to my lips for me to drink.
"Tell me, naughty girl, have you learned your lesson about staying still?"
"Yes, master," I said contritely, even though I'd found his punishment to be nothing but pleasurable.
"Good. Now let me give you chance to prove it to me." He lifted me into his arms and carried me across the kitchen. There was a small wooden table in the breakfast nook, and he laid me down upon it. He cut the tape from my wrists and lay my hands flat on the table, then he spread my legs wide and commanded me to hold my ankles.
In his deep, sexy voice, he instructed, "Don't move a muscle unless I tell you to, or I won't let you come."
"Yes, master," I agreed. Abruptly, he brought his hot mouth down upon my pussy. His tongue licked my clit with expert skill, making me cry aloud with pleasure as I was brought quickly to near orgasm.