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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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!

“You’ll have to beg harder, sunbeam! I can’t be hurting you that much!”

I was still only using one hand, squeezing and grinding his balls. Pumping them hard.

It was interesting to see which areas of his balls were more sensitive. I found the most delicate spots and worked on them, grinning as he screamed.

This was so delicious!

Then I started using both hands. He would have leaped off the bed if I hadn’t had him tied down!

“Does that hurt, sunbeam?”

“Yes! Oh yes…oh please! Oh no! Aaargh!”

“Hmmm? Good! How about this?”

Nice story, go on, I'm folowing ;)

I’d found his left ball had a particularly sensitive spot.

I pressed both my thumbs into it. Hard. And used my nails. I’d let them grow a bit longer than usual just for this.

He thrashed against his bonds, screaming, bucking, trying to get away from me. But he couldn’t. I dug my thumbs in harder

It is soooooooo interesting.

Keep going.

Thanks

Is there any video like this?

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I’d found his left ball had a particularly sensitive spot.

I pressed both my thumbs into it. Hard. And used my nails. I’d let them grow a bit longer than usual just for this.

He thrashed against his bonds, screaming, bucking, trying to get away from me. But he couldn’t. I dug my thumbs in harder

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THis is good story... cannot wait to read more.. seems to be getting more and more interesting.
:thumbup

:D

I couldn’t help laughing as he screamed and squealed!

Then I relaxed my grip for a few seconds and he began to calm down and whimper.

“Oh…oh…please…”

“What?” I laughed.

“I…oh…please stop!” he almost sobbed.

“You want me to stop? To stop hurting you?”

He nodded desperately, trying to smile, looking bashful and pleading.

I grinned back at him.

“OK. Maybe! But what if we…if we play a little game?” I purred mysteriously. Let go of his balls. He looked relieved, but then worried.

“What do you…” he gulped “…what do you mean?”

I said nothing. Just traced a finger down his erect cock, smiling as it lifted off his belly, bobbing under my gentle caress.

Then I leaned over to the cabinet beside the bed. He was staring at my tits as they swung when I moved. My nipples were so tight!

I took the piece of paper off the two dice on top of the cabinet. They were next to the clock with a sweeping seconds hand. I was looking forward to this! I smiled.

“What do I mean, Kevin?”

He laughed, confused, worried. Nodded. Tentatively.

I laughed again. Looked down at his balls.

“Just a little game I found on the internet the other week. Once I read it I knew I wanted to play it! With you, sunbeam! Is that OK? A little game?”

“But…I mean…what…what game? Don’t…you know…” he gulped “…please don’t…please don’t hurt me…”

I laughed, put the paper down over his cock. It twitched. I leaned over again for the dice, then sat back, picked up the paper again.

“I mean it! Please don’t…don’t hurt me…any more. I’m not messing now!”

He was trying to make his voice firm.

I put the paper down next to me, grinned, then punched him in the balls.

As he writhed in pain, gasping, I stood up and watched in satisfaction. Then I went over to my jacket and took out my mobile phone. It had a camera.

I sauntered back to him.

“Smile, sunbeam!” I called. I don’t think he heard me. He was still groaning.

I took a few photos of him in his compromised position. Made sure I got his face in. He looked sorry for himself. He was still groaning, but had noticed me.

“What…what…are you…doing?”

I smiled but ignored him. Took another shot. Reviewed it. That was a good one.

“Oh, come on! Please! Please? What’s going on?” he pleaded.

I pressed a few buttons. That was it! Done! I put the phone on the bedside cabinet then sat down by him again on the bed. Picked up the paper with one hand, the dice in the other.

“Oh, I was just phoning a friend! She’ll like those photos and she’ll keep them safe for me. For us. You wouldn’t want your wife seeing them, would you?”

He looked gobsmacked. Then he thrashed around trying to see if he could get free. Then he looked at me with such a pitiful and frightened look.

I had to laugh!

anyone like what's going on here?

ohh i love it, please continue :iluvu: :ibow4u:

“OK, here it is then. You might like this. Or you might not! I’m going to throw these dice a few times. 20 times? Then we’ll be finished, OK?”

“I…oh…”

I saw his cock was still hard.

I took it in hand and gave it a few strokes. He creased up in pleasure. I stopped.

“Aaargh! Oh…please…”

“That’s enough of that for now! You ready to start playing my little game, then?””

“I’ll read it out to you. I could have chosen the harder version, but I think we’ll like this one, sunbeam!

1. Tease and deny for two minutes
2. Doing whatever ball torture you feel like for two minutes”

“No! Please!””

I smiled. Continued.

”3. 20 slow strokes, one punch
4. 20 quick strokes, one slap”

“No! Please don’t…”

”5. Squeezing both balls in both hands for 1 minute, varying
6. 30 strokes increasing, early ones really slow, ten slaps increasing, ball squeezing for 30 seconds

What do you think?”

I took hold of his hard cock again. Played with it. He was dribbling.

It's an excellent story, Skweezme! :thumbup

I love the way she makes him beg, and keeps him guessing at her nasty intentions, it is very sexy...

Now if anyone needs a 'sunbeam', please let me know! :iluvu:

Cheers!

will be on hols for a week :)

“I…no…please…oh!”

I laughed.

This was wonderful!

“Sorry, sunbeam! But I want to hurt you a bit more! OK. Here we go! Two dice and twice the pain! Or pleasure!” I grinned.

I wanked him a little bit more. Just to tease.

“See? I can be nice!”

He just groaned and gasped.

“…Please…?”

I took the dice and rolled them on the bed between his tied legs.

“Hmmm!” I smiled.

He couldn’t see them. He was straining his neck to look.

It was so funny!

“Don’t worry!” I laughed. “You’ve been lucky this time! Lucky…ish, anyway!!”

I took hold of his cock and gave him 20 slow strokes. I mis-timed them on purpose. Didn’t want to build a rhythm, make him come. Just excite him, but no release.

“There! That’s your 20 slow strokes!” I let go of his drooling cock.

“Oh! Oh! … Please!”

Then I pulled my arm back, made a fist, and smashed it into his balls.