Fooled

My cunt was throbbing in anticipation as I finished tying him to the bed. I couldn’t help grinning. This was what I’d been waiting for!

I’d been planning this all along, ever since Kevin showed an interest in me. It’d been easy to seduce him, even though he was married.

Well, relatively easy.

At first he’d said he didn’t want to be unfaithful, fancied me like mad and everything, very flattered and stuff.

But I persuaded him. We’d been seeing each other for a few weeks now. He still felt ambivalent but couldn’t keep his eyes and hands (and dick) off my tits.

I finished tying his ankle, then stood up by the bed, smiling down at him.

“Are you ready, sunbeam?”

He gulped then grinned back, eyes glazed with lust as he stared at my breasts. I was pushing them out, giving him an eyeful.

“I…please…yes!”

I could see he was more than ready. His cock was rock-hard and dribbling just at the sight of me.

I couldn’t help a giggle. He had no idea what was coming!

'ere we go :)

I’ve always had sexual fantasies about what it would be like to torture someone. I have no idea why. I had a normal family and everything. A happy childhood.

I’ve had a few boyfriends. I’ve sometimes even talked them into letting me squeeze their balls a bit. But they’ve not been able to take much.

So with Kevin I’d decided not to tell him about my fantasies. And I’d been gentle with him, hardly touching his balls, but he really liked what I did to his cock.

After a while, I asked him if he’d ever fantasized about being tied up and made love to. He never had.

I told him it was a fantasy I wanted to share with him. He believed me. So last week I’d let him tie me spreadeagled to the bed and shag me. He was tentative at first, but seemed to get into it.

I enjoyed it as best I could, my fantasies of what I was going to do to him making me hot.

And now here he was. Tied spreadeagled to the bedposts. Naked. Vulnerable.

I felt wet. Excited. Not knowing exactly what I was going to do to him. But knowing in the certainty of that moment that I was going to hurt him as I’d planned.

“How’re you doing, sunshine?”

“I’m…I’m good!”

“Good! Feels a bit strange at first, doesn’t it? Being tied up?”

“ I…yeah!..but it’s…you know…OK…it’s good! You look fantastic!”

I laughed.

“You think so?” I said, enjoying posing for him, seeing his cock swell and twitch.

This story is looking good.:)

Still grinning, I sat down on the bed next to his outstretched legs. I took hold of him. He groaned.

It was so hard. I could feel the knotted veins. I began to wank him.

I stopped. He writhed a bit, frustrated.

I laughed.

“Do you like that, sunshine? Want me to carry on?”

“Oh! Please!”

This was the moment. My hot hand still wrapped around his hard cock.

I gave him a couple more strokes, enjoying his reactions.

Then I let go.

He groaned.

I grinned.

Then I drew my arm back and punched him hard in the balls.

It wasn’t as if I didn’t like him or anything. He was an OK guy. Just in the wrong place, at the wrong time. With the wrong girl.

Me.

I punched his balls again. Caught them nicely.

He screamed. Perplexed. Bewildered. Begged me to stop. He had no idea.

He was going to suffer. I was going to enjoy it.

this is turning out to be a good one.:ibow4u:

Please continue!! It's getting hot in here.

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Originally Posted by Magnum

Please continue!! It's getting hot in here.

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so take off all your clothes!

Very hot story!!!! Can't wait for the rest of it

This is the kind of stuff I like. Girls torturing guys, not because the guys need punishment, but for the sheer wicked pleasure of it.

“Please…oh please” screamed and begged, tied up and totally at my mercy.

This was fantastic!

I punched his balls again.

I felt a massive sense of pleasure as his cries choked off with the pain. I almost came without touching myself. My knuckles hurt, but not too bad. I could punch him harder. I’d always wanted to do this!

“What’s the matter, Kevin?” I purred into his terrified face. “Not what you were expecting? Just thought we’d have a nice shag like last week?”

I raised my fist back, teasing.

“I …oh no! Pleaase!”

“No please? So what did you imagine would happen when I tied you up, then?”

He looked bewildered.

I took his cock in my hand. Made it hard again. Smiled.

“I’m really sorry, Kevin. It’s nothing personal. But I’m going to have to hurt you…torture you. It’s just going to happen! Live with it.”

“Oh…please!” he gasped, broken breaths. “What do you mean? You can’t…” he squeaked, desperate

“What? I can’t “What”?” I can do whatever I feel like doing to you. You let me tie you up. I couldn’t have ****** you, could I?”

He was desperate. My punches had really hurt him.

But there were some other things I wanted to try out on him as well. Not just punches.

“I mean, I let you fuck me last week, didn’t I? Well didn’t I? When you’d tied me up? Didn’t you like that??”

”For fucks sake, you bitch, let me go! I mean, there’s something wrong with you or something? Let me go now or you’ll be sorry!”

As soon as he’d said it, he realised it was the wrong thing to say. In his position.

“What?” I said, not too offended, sitting down on the bed beside his tied legs, letting my weight settle. Taking in his terrified expression.

Gently taking his balls in my hand.

“No! I’m sorry! Please!” he begged

“It’s OK!” I smiled. “I forgive you…”

I started squeezing.

Like I said, I’d been planning this for a while. Been preparing. I’d been practicing squeezing every day with a rubber ball, working on my grip.

It paid off nicely! I could tell I was squeezing harder than I could have done before. I ground his balls together, putting pressure on one then the other. I imagined his balls must have been more sensitive and delicate after my punches. I hoped so.

He was screaming and begging me to stop.

It was fantastic! My cunt was so wet and I could feel it throbbing and I was tingling all over.

I squeezed his balls harder. He wasn’t begging enough yet.

I'm stroking it right now, this story is great. I will make sure not to blow my load on my new HD LCD monitor this time. I've done it like 3 times this week and I'm running out of Windex.

You might need to buy some more Windex!