(Originally posted on Medium)

I warned you that there would be payback. I would exact my cruel revenge, But you just kept toying with me, tied to the chair, cock ring tight around the base of me as I was throbbing like a filthy pornographic heartbeat. My swollen, red flesh dripping as you teased me with oiled fingers. You laughed with such glee until you finally granted me release after what seemed hours. I thanked you then, for ending the torment. For allowing me to erupt and rip my soul out and spill it in a pathetic seeping pool beneath me.

But I still planned my revenge.

It wasn’t even hard to pull off. You’re so proud of your ability to make grown men feel underaged and weak. The power to bend them to your will and surrender makes you feel strong, in control, unstoppable. And that’s how I was able to convince you to come over for a little experiment. I could almost hear your thoughts. “Surely someone who whimpered like a lost puppy would never be able to really control me, let alone break me. I mean fuck, this might even be fun to watch, see how hard he tries and fails… pathetic.”

My offer of restraints and trying out a new blue tooth controlled toy piqued your interest. I’d always been a sub for you. Willing, eager, controllable. The idea of me switching for a night was more than you could resist.

You arrived at my place dressed for comfort, jeans and a loose fitting shirt that gave me a view halfway to heaven every time you leaned down. It was obviously a calculated effort based on the number of times you had to “pick something up” or “fix a shoelace”, allowing me to see you had no bra on, and that you were there, free and inviting, waiting for me to make a move.

“Stand against the wall.”, I stated plainly, expecting to be obeyed.

“Or what?”, you asked with a smirk, twirling your hair around one finger. You knew this bratty/flirty maneuver usually sucked me in immediately. But tonight, I am on a mission.

“ Stand. Against. The wall.”

“Fine!”, you said with a pout, stomping one foot playfully, making your breasts bounce slightly under your top. You stood with your back to the wall. Curiosity settling into the small wrinkles on your forehead as you watched me.

“This is how this is going to go down”, I started, walking over to the coffee table that had some objects barely concealed under a bathroom towel. “You are going to strip for me, and then lean over the armrest of my couch here.” I patted the arm rest.

The hours we spent on this couch and the things you have made me do there would be enough to make several hot but awkward volumes of smut. The type usually hidden on the back rooms of used book stores, behind a tattered and stained curtain.

“I am going to restrain you.”, I continued as I removed the towel revealing wrist and ankle cuffs, leather straps with clips attached for rigging and a toy. I could see your eyebrows raise slightly, a hint of surprise creeping across your face. “You will be left bent over the armrest, ass in the air, your arm and leg on each side will be restrained to each other.

“Yeah? Well You forgot one thing genius”. You always accentuate ‘genius’ in a way that you know makes me feel inadequate and small. I must be getting to you if you’re resorting to such basic tricks. “You don’t have anywhere to secure the arm that’s closest to the back of the couch. Are you expecting me to behave using the honor system?”

“That’s just so fucking like you!”, I snapped back, rising to your bait. “You’ve been here how many times, 10? 20? You never paid the lightest bit of attention to anything here. My life is a backdrop for you to play out your little twisted fantasies.”

I ripped the cushions off the couch and pulled back the cover revealing a slatted frame of welded metal. Instantly your face changed, ripples of doubt washing away that smug bratty smile you had just moments before. You could tell I meant business. The heat of my response, coupled with the hardware before you, and the surprise reveal of how fully planned this all was suddenly made you falter slightly, unsure if you had gone too far.

I’m not going to lie, seeing you off balance like this is exhilarating. I could have thrown you against the wall and taken you right there, making you gasp and beg for me. But I had my plan and I was sticking to it. I replaced the cover and cushions, retuning the couch back to its original comfortable state.

“Now… strip.”

Still slightly surprised, you slipped off your shoes and your hands slowly slid to your waistband, gripping the top of your jeans with your thumbs. A few small shimmies and they slid past your hips and dropped in a pool of distressed denim at your feet. You paused before me, a vision of pure eroticism. Your loose shirt draped over your breasts and hanging just below your navel, your cotton bottoms looking soft and inviting. Your hip cocked to one side, the way you do when you’re trying to look casual but put out the welcome mat for me. I was lost to my memories of all the other times you lured me in before the teasing started, warm, aching, tingling memories.

Then you smirked. You broke the spell by letting your bratty side show through. That’s what sealed your fate. I almost buckled there and offered you a night of sweet, tender, passionate fucking. The kind that leaves both sheets and hair rumpled beyond repair and they two of us in a sweaty conjoined pile, gasping and laughing and caressing each other.

But you just had to try to push it and show me you were in control. You sentenced yourself.

I made quick work of securing the cuffs to each ankle and wrist, firm enough to prevent escape but loose enough not to cause pain or early release from discomfort. I had worn similar cuffs for you before and I knew the proper setup. I make you position yourself over the armrest, your abdomen and pubic bone resting on the arm of the couch, your chest and head angled downwards to the cushions. I clipped the leather straps to each wrist, pulling your arms tight to your sides, hands wresting near your hips. The straps easily looped aground the metal slats a few times to prevent movement, just enough to retain comfort, before being clipped to your ankles. Right to right, left to left. I surveyed my handiwork, your ass, still covered with your light cotton bottoms presented to me, taught like a drum. I resisted the urge to play it like a bongo, which took a lot more restraint than you can imagine.

“Now, before I begin, I need to make sure you’re not just playing along.”

“What do you mean?”, you respond, a slight quaver in your voice.

“I don’t want to get started only to learn that you weren’t really restrained and were just playing along. I am not letting you go unless you use the safe word. And when you do, it will mean that you succumbed to me. You gave up… to ME.

Now, remember when we were talking about ‘things we would never guess about each other?’” I could see you had no idea where I was going with this. “I told you that I always had bad reactions to the cold, that I would squeal if I got snow down the back of my collar or a cold shower.”

“… yes…”, your response was tentative and heavy with realization. I could almost feel the dread creeping in.

“Do you remember what you told me?”

Silence. and then, a low, quiet, foreboding, “… yes.”

“What was it?”

“… that my feet are horrifically ticklish.”

“That’s right! Do you know how long I thought about how to best use that information? Pretty much weekly since you told me.”

I casually walked into your line of sight and presented a feather duster from behind the couch. Instantly you went into panic mode.

“NO! Look I am fine with all of this but do NOT tickle me. Do you understand me?”

“Are you using the safe word? Are you giving up?”

The strangled growl of frustration told me all I needed to know. It would take something catastrophic to happen before you showed weakness in front of me.

Slowly, I leaned down, my mouth near your cheek, so close I can feel the heat rising from your skin. “Ready?” I whispered in you ear, not really caring what the response was if we’re being honest, before lightly gliding the duster over the soles of your feet. Your body reacted like a heart attack patient being defibrillated. The couch hopping off the floor while you tensed up and squealed.

“Fuck, this is better than I ever imagined. Maybe I should drop the rest of my plan and do this all night.”

“DON’T. YOU. FUCKING. DARE!”, you forced out between clenched teeth as the duster made a second pass, barely whispering across your soles. A touch that would barely register against my arm, yet it was enough to make you shriek and giggle maniacally.

Bringing my face in close again I whispered, “I think we can call this a successful restraint test. It’s pretty clear you can’t move.”

Seeing you heaving from your last laughing fit I couldn’t resist one more swipe, this time slow, delicate as dragonfly wings, toes to heels. Your wails and shouts of laughter echoing off the walls. The tears welling in your eyes making me hungry for the next phase.

“PLEASE!”, you plead to me, “Stop! I’ll pee if you do any more!”

I made a slow thoughtful sound to make you think I was seriously considering it. “Well, the floor is easy to mop up, and I would be a liar if I didn’t say I wasn’t a little curious.” I slowly walk towards you. Watching you tense before me, expecting another assault.

“But I have other plans.”, I say, atter-of-factly, before tossing the feather duster onto a nearby chair. I crossed to the table and selected the device that has been lying naked and exposed. Waiting for its time to shine.

“This,” I purr, bringing it within your field of vision, “ Is what I was told is the most powerful blue tooth controllable vibrator available. We have here the shaft with elongated head, as well as the clit focused arm. I particularly like how the clit end has this little cute V shape at the end. It has 16 speeds, separate clit and head controls. Twirling action, pre-configured patterns, it can turn an avocado into guacamole in seconds. And, when fully charged like it is now, it has just over 5 hours of battery life.”

I gently caress the head of it across your lips. The head is at least 5 1/2 inches in circumference which tapers down to a slimmer shaft.

“I need to check something, open your mouth for me.”

You look at me with a defiant sneer for just a moment, consider your predicament, and with a sigh of resignation allow your soft lips to part slightly. I press the head against your lips and slowly slide is in, your mouth stretching to accommodate its girth.

“Yes!” I chirp with excitement, “This is the perfect size. I am going to repeatedly, slowly penetrate your delicate luscious pussy. Over and over. In, and then fully out again. Enough to stretch and sting, but doable once you hunker down and set your mind to it.”

I slide the device from your mouth watching a long thin saliva string connect your tongue to the head. I break the string, wipe the spit onto your cheek, and lay the device down in your field of vision. Your eyes linger on the girth of the head as I bring my phone in front of you.

“This is mission control. I can control the vibration strength of each component as well as the rotation speed. I can set it to premade patterns or I can control it myself. Oh! and it has a timer! That’s the most important part! I spent a few hours making up some patterns I think will be very… effective… for my needs.”

I select one and you see the device spring to life, first gently rumbling on the floor before the head begins twiring. making it writhe like drunken snake across the floor. As the pattern continues you can hear the vibrations increase in intensity, to the point where you can feel them across the floor and up unto your legs. You notice a large countdown on the screen slowly make its way from 3 minutes to 0.

“They’re not all like that. The patterns change. Different intensity, speed, rhythm, I need to keep you guessing. What is consistent is the timer. 3 minutes each. Do you know why I picked 3?”

“No”, you say, your voice sounding much less cocky than when we entered the room.

“Over the past several months I have noticed that whether you are riding me, using toys on yourself, or just playing with fingers, the fastest you have ever cum is just under 4 minutes but that’s usually after a long build up. Most times it’s closer to 10. So let’s see how many small, edging sessions it takes to get to your point of no return. I’ll be keep track on that whiteboard over there.”, I draw your attention to the opposite wall where I have written, ‘Break Point’ in bold letters.

“Now, let’s get to work! This pussy’s not going to wreck itself!”, I grab the device and move behind you giving you a sharp crack on the ass with my palm.

I slip my fingers into the waistband of your bottoms and slowly slide them over your ass, a warm lustful scent rises to greet me. I lean in and breathe you in deeply savoring your excitement. I had no idea all this prework would get you ready so easily, but it certainly saves some time. I watch the wet cotton peel away from you, light strands of wetness visible as I expose you. The way your lips glisten, like flower petals slick with morning dew, tells me that you’re more than ready to get started.

I slowly caress the head up and down across your wet eager lips. They part slightly as the head teases back and forth, your wetness starting to coat the tip. I hear a sigh escape you as I run the device up to your clit and then back down, coating it with your slick desire. I position it just right and slowly, patiently, apply pressure. You release a sharp intake of breath between your teeth as the head begins opening you. I take my time, easing it forward and backing off, watching you open before me like an orchid in a hot house, wetness coating the impressive head. Each slow gliding motion working a little further into you. You move your hips, trying to adjust yourself as I continue this teasing dance, in and out. Stretch and release. Taught and relaxed. Until finally, after several moments, we both feel a slight ‘pop’ and the head slips in past your opening. You release a sound that is part pained intake of breath and part guttural groan as it enters you, filling you up.

I leave it there for a moment, letting you adjust to it. I see it bobbing slightly as your muscles contract around it, testing its size. Then, I gently insert it deeper. until the V shape rests gently on your clit and the head and shaft are buried within you.

I place the phone in front of you, start the first pattern, and set it in your view. It starts slowly with some gentle vibration, just a little warm up before the workout. I cross the room and add the first hash mark to the whiteboard tally. The pattern begins its cycle. Deep rumbling vibrations grow within you, making you change up your breathing slightly. You wiggle around testing the location. Partway through, the clit vibrator slowly awakes from its slumber and starts buzzing pleasantly with a light pressure. I see a smile pass your lips when you think I’m not looking and hear you sigh slightly. In what seems like no time at all the clock reaches 0 and the pattern stops.

“So that’s it?”, you ask, eyebrow arched.

“That’s just the beginning. I’m going to make you see God before you leave here.”

You make a derisive snorting sound and I trigger pattern two. I add the next hash mark to the board and you realize that things are going to progress more quickly than you anticipated. There is little warm up now. Thrumming vibrations make you moan a little before the rotation kicks in. The feeling of that wide head rotating slowly immediately draws a moan from you. The head applying pressure to all your most sensitive spots, with an intensity beyond more penile penetrations. You move your hips to grind on it slightly, subconsciously. The clit vibrations begin light and low and slowly grow in intensity, creeping you closer to your destination. I see a light sweat begin to form on your forehead as the device works it’s magic. Your breath quickens as you feel familiar tingles radiating down your legs and up into your belly. The timer stops.

“That seemed effective,” I say pleasantly, as I adjust the toy to ensure it’s secure and restart pattern two. You know it’s the same pattern, you can see the name as it begins, but those first thrums hit different now. You’re more aware of them, your body reacting more quickly now. By the time the clit vibrations begin you are already groaning to the gyrations and yelping at the sudden intensity. I love the way you quiver for me, the way your thighs start to shake as the tension builds. I can see the goosebumps raise on your body. I can see you trying to hide your need but the throbbing massaging waves of the toy are starting to wear you down. You squirm and your moans become more erratic, a hear a catch in your breath and you whisper “shit” under your breath. And then silence as the patten stops. I see your chest rise and fall with your labored breathing, the slight shake in your legs.

I sit on the floor behind you and caress my hands over your exposed ass. The skin is warm to the touch, and very reactive to my light caresses. The wetness of your pussy is evident from the trails on the toy. I gently grip it and slide it out and you release a groan from deep in your soul. Your legs shake slightly as I see your wet engorged lips release the toy and lie agape, a slight drip of wetness falling from you into the floor. Your body clenching at the emptiness where you were just recently stretched out. The toy is soaked and hot from being inside of you. I stand and approach your face, bringing it close to you and say sweetly “Look at what a good job you’re doing! Keep this up and maybe you get to cum soon!” I’m surprised at the lack of a witty response. You just look at me half with contempt and half glazed eyes, showing how deep you are sinking into your own desires.

I return behind you and rub the head up and down your opening. I see your lips part slightly, eager for their prize as you grind a little against it. You may put on a good game face but your body knows what it needs. That deep primal urge to be filled. To be stretched. To trigger that deep hunger in your lizard brain to explode and erupt serotonin all over its core, leaving you a shuddering mess incapable of speech. You can’t fight biology. I insert the toy slowly, watching your eager pussy devour the thick head and shaft. I manipulate the arms of the clit stimulator part of the device so your delicate bud is trapped within the V shape. Then, the patterns begin again.

I love watching you as the Break Point count climbs higher. With each tick mark, I watch just a little bit of your soul melt away leaving wet drips on my floor. The residue of your resolve left as evidence of my success. The new patterns change up what you expect, I relish in hearing your moans and sighs get interrupted by a surprised yelp, and sometimes even a stifled giggle as you are pushed in unexpected directions. I watch in mock detachment as you are repeatedly brought closer and closer to the precipice. Your shaking and shuddering breath telling me all I need. The quaking of your thighs, almost uncontrollable now. Your eyes glazed over and gazing into the abyss of sweet overflowing release, nothing but waves of pleasure waiting to take you away. Always cruelly stopped by the alarm and abrupt cessation of sensations.

Your protestations begin to grow. First just a little miffed ‘hmmph’ noise, now actual groans of agony and desperation. Once, when you were so, so close, I could almost see your body tensed for takeoff, you literally growled when it stopped, like a caged animal. You who were so proud of your ability to control yourself, fighting against the bindings and trying to force release where none is to be had.

The hours tick by, one, then two. I should have been recording this with my video camera to play back for you. You would never recognize the simpering, wet, begging creature before me. The shaking jibbering wreck that keeps being drawn near to heaven only to be cast out as the alarm sounds.

The slow drips of your wetness are nearly synchronized with the timer now almost every 10 seconds a drip of leaks from you and joins the growing pool on the floor. You can’t help what your body is doing but the indignity of it all has me at full attention, gloating in my victory, rigid and aching waiting for my reward. Your flushed and exhausted body now wrenches itself up from the armrest at every change in intensity or speed of the pattern. When the alarm goes off you nearly jump. Your shaking subsides and your ragged breath slows. Your cries are hoarse and pleading

“Please”, you implore me, “Please? Can I cum this time?”

I won’t even respond to you anymore. It’s much more cruel to not give you any recognizable response that could be influenced with empathy. Instead, I just start the next pattern and the alarm and you feel then hear the low thrumming buzz of the device. Then lightning as the strong vibrations course through your hungry, leaking pussy and raw ragged clit. The sensations sliding past pleasure into something like pain now.

A quivering wail escapes you as your arms tense, your shoulder and face pressing into the couch cushion. Your legs buckle and give way like a newborn fawn, twitching and useless. You press down harder on the device as shockwaves travel from your lips and clit up your spine, making you shake for me. Your pleas and cries reverberate off the floor and walls. Your need, your desperation fills our space. Your pitch changes from a higher wailing beg to something deeper and more primal. A groan that I feel in the pit of my stomach.

This is what I wanted, the sound of your brain shutting down. There are no words or thoughts, just a low groaning need that builds in volume and ferocity. You aren’t even aware of the animalistic keening noises escaping you now. I doubt you even know where you are.

Your lust continues leaking from you in warm drops, the device areating them with it’s vibration, soaking your thighs. You are close, I can tell by the rising growl, the puddle growing beneath you, the shaking and goose bumps. You’re electric. You’re all energy and sensation now.

You’re a volcano. You’re a trigger aching to be pulled.

The alarm sounds and you scream in frustration as the device switches off. Your wrecked body heaves in want, your lips quivering desperate for one light touch to set them off. You break, your crying voice begging , “No! No!” It’s all you can manage. You tremble and take in ragged breaths. I can see you have no further will of your own. I pick up Mission control and switch to manual mode.

“You need this don’t you?”, I tease. Your response is something like an affirmation, only less coherent, a sound from a time before language.

“You need me to give it to you don’t you?”, another acknowledging whimper squeaks out from you.

“Who owns this pussy now?”

After a brief pause there is a soft mumbling groan, a sound that encapsulates your need and your submission. without providing any solid commitment.

“Not good enough!” I snap. Walking in front of you, I hold the controls facing you. “I am the last thing preventing you from release. I have the power to reward and free you,”

I sneer at you and give a menacing chuckle, “Or… I leave. Right now. I leave you here. Restrained. Begging. Empty. I leave you a broken shell without any hope of reward.”

At this, you shake your head and I hear what almost sounds like a muffled cry.

“WHO. OWNS. THIS. PUSSY?”

Again, moans and whines, desperate. Aching. Pathetic.

I grab a handful of hair and raise your eyes to mine. I stare into your face. So beautiful, so ruined, so helpless.

“Come back to me, right here, just for a moment. You can do it. You need to use your words. Tell me… tell me and I will give you what you need. Or, stay silent and I walk away.”

Silence fills the room. Heaving breaths and groans escape you. Then a small quiet voice in the night.

“P…p…please.”

“Who owns this pussy? Come on, you can do it.”

I can feel the resistance in you, even in this state you don’t want to give in. But you can’t fight the need. You can’t hold out any longer.

“It… it’s… it’s yours,” you gasp out in a resigned tone.

I let it hang in the air, heavy, thick, brooding. You have just given me control.

“You’re goddamned right it is,” I whisper and crank the speed, vibration, and rotation to full all at once.

The screams that leave you are beyond comprehension. No angel or devil has ever heard their like. Your world shatters as your body begins spasming like electricity is running through you. You quiver and shake uncontrollably, and with another ear splitting shriek the device is jettisoned out and onto the floor and your legs give out. Your body is broken. Your will is forfeit. Your gasps and moans tell me you received your deliverance. Your reward for your pain.

I lift your head gently with one and and look into your ruined face. I whisper “You did such a good job today”, and plant a warm soft kiss on your forehead, feeling your burning hot skin.

“Such a good girl.”

Payback is a bitch.