Rainy Day Fantasy Ch. 03: E-Mail

While not necessary to understand this chapter of Rainy Day Fantasy, the reader will probably enjoy it more by reading the previous two chapters first.

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It seems like a long time since the soap opera ended and Ellen was in here with me. But then being blindfolded and bound like a figure "X" in the doorway makes it hard to keep track of time. I can still hear the rain on the roof, but not much else. I guess the doors to the rest of the house are closed. I thought I heard a phone ringing a while ago, and that might explain why I've been left alone so long. Ah, I think I hear a door opening now.

"Oh, Hi," Ellen says. "There you are. I almost forgot where I left you. My friend Denise called and, of course, we had to chat a bit. I finally had to tell her that you were tied up working on something hard and you needed my help. And look at you! Seems like you do need my help with hard things. That soft little prick must have been bored without me here."

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

Ellen slaps my ass with her bare hand...softly at first, then harder and harder until the familiar burning and stinging comes back and the "soft little prick" starts to swell. "That's better. MY cock seems to like that, doesn't it? Now, I'm sorry, but I have to get back to my afternoon chores. That phone call took up way too much of my time. I have several E-mails that I have to answer, so I'll be busy for a while. I'll think of some way to keep you from being bored again, though. See you soon." With that she leaves me again, but I can hear her moving about the house and in the kitchen. I can't imagine what's coming next.

Shortly she's back, and holding a glass to my lips so I can drink again. It tastes the same as before, but with more rum and less juice this time. As before, she cups my balls with her other hand while I drink. I wonder if when I finish she'll give me another blowjob like the last time. I finish the last drop and she puts the glass down, still grabbing my balls. I anxiously await her lips wrapping around my swollen shaft.

"Oh!" I gasp, "That's cold!" It feels like an ice cube being rubbed around and over my left nipple. I can feel the cold drops of water rolling down my body as the ice melts, and I also feel the nipple stiffening from the cold.

"Well, look at this," she says. "Something else gets hard besides MY cock down below. Which, by the way, seems to be responding to what's going on with your nipple. Maybe I should claim them as mine as well as the cock and balls, since they all seem to be connected."

She grabs the nipple between her fingers and squeezes, tugs, and twists, causing multiple sensations, all of which make my cock twitch. She then places what feels like two clothespins on the nipple, one on each side of the tip. This is serious pain, but I like the effect it has on my cock. As I am adjusting to this pain, she starts with the ice on the other nipple, following the same procedure until both nipples are stinging with clothespins firmly attached.

"Alright, now I can get some work done and not worry about you being bored in here," she says as she leaves the room and closes the door.

By the time Ellen returns, the pain has subsided. She removes the clothespins and the pain returns, perhaps even worse than before, as the blood returns to the area. She tells me that she has hardly begun writing her E-mails, but she knew that she shouldn't leave the clothespins on too long as they cut off the blood supply. With that said, she starts gently stroking my still hard cock, making it even harder. I feel her pinching the skin along the shaft and then she clips a clothespin there. "Ouch!" Then another on the other side. Then two more, this time on the head, right near the tip. These are causing a terrible pinching type pain, and now she's hitting my tender nipples repeatedly with what feels like a wooden ruler. My cock is twitching like crazy. What it wants is to cum! Enough of this constant arousal. I need to get off. If only my hands were free, I'd jerk off in ten seconds, I'm so ready to explode! But it's not to be as I find myself alone once again, bound and blindfolded, my balls full and aching, and my cock throbbing.

Ten or fifteen minutes go by and Ellen is back, removing the clothespins from my cock, causing more pain. "Almost through with my mail, so let's see how I can keep you from falling asleep one more time." Then she pulls my left nipple away from my chest slightly, and clips a clothespin on just the very tip.

"Owwwwww!" I just about jump out of my skin the pain is so intense. It's all I can do to keep from screaming. "Enough" (our safe word) almost comes out but I'm able to refrain, remembering the consequences (no more fun parties for 2 months.) I'm still reeling from the shock of that pain when I feel the other nipple being pulled. "Ahhhhhhhhh!" I cry out as the clothespin finds the very tip. It's excruciating. Strangely, though, my cock is responding even more with this new pain. The nerve pathway definitely connects the nipples with the cock, which is as stiff as ever now.

"There," she says. "That should remind you of me while I finish up. I'll be back in a few minutes." With that, she leaves me with my nipples on fire. In a few minutes the pain has diminished (or I'm just getting used to it) so that it's tolerable. But sooner than I expected, Ellen's back, not to tell me that she's finished her mail, but to tug on the clothespins and twist them, which starts the torment all over. Then, she's gone again. She does this twice more, at about five minute intervals, often enough to keep my nipples burning and my cock straining. Finally, on her next visit, she announces "Finished, finally! All my chores for today are done."

I'm relieved to hear that, expecting to be released.

"I'm so horny now," she says. "Two or more hours of playing with you and with myself have turned me on so much that I need to take some time and pleasure myself. I might need your help, though, so I'm going to release you now. First, though, don't think for a minute that your screams a while ago went unnoticed. I'm taking off these sexy panties now. They're dripping wet from my pussy juices. Here, smell them."

The sweet smell drives me crazy and my cock springs to attention. Then she wads them up and shoves them into my mouth so I can't close it. Then she ties some kind of cord or cloth over them and around my head so I can't force the panties out of my mouth.

"That should keep you from screaming again. Since you won't be able to say the safe word, just grunt 3 times and I'll know what you mean. And, before I unfasten your hands, understand that you are to obey everything I say. Here's a sample of what you'll get if you don't." With that she starts beating my ass again with the leather strap. Five, ten, twenty times, until my buns are once again stinging. Then the strap starts tapping lightly on one of the clothespins, each time causing a little more biting, and then one hard slap, knocking the clothespin off, causing horrendous fire in my tit.

"Ugh, umph, ohhhhh!" I groan through the pantie gag. The same thing repeats on the other nipple. "Ooooooh!" I scream, but it comes out muffled. I decide that I best obey whatever she asks of me. Finally, after all this time bound in this "X" position, my hands start to be lowered. As soon as they are released, my wrists are pulled back behind me and the cuffs are fastened together again. I wriggle and shake my arms and hands to get the blood flowing again after having them raised above my head for so long. Next, my legs are released and I am free, but only to do what Ellen tells me. She takes a firm grip on my erection and starts pulling me through the house.

"Now it's time for some fun...for me at least," she says.