I Watch Tracy and Ron Ch. 03
The library had been constructed after the war. High beams crisscrossed the 18-foot ceiling. A narrow balcony surrounded the perimeter with ladder access, allowing someone to climb up to the higher shelves. The black mini skirt caused Tracy to feel sensual. It accentuated her long slender legs and petite physique. The stiletto heels amplified her height and tilted her hips forward. Her small conical breasts were bare, with her nipples being rigid. A riding crop completed her ensemble as she examined her belongings. I was standing naked in the middle of the room. My erect penis stood at a 45 degree angle. Suspended from the high ceiling above me was a pulley with a rope looped over it. Tracy wandered around me, often swinging her crop. I beheld her attractiveness, her legs were flawless and her breasts took my breath away. I jumped at the shock as her crop hit my bottom. It was simply a tease; her crop had only left a small mark on my rear.
She grabbed the rope and threaded it from behind me. She dropped to a knee, stretched the rope tightly and bound it around my testicles.
She grasped her slender fingers around my penis and felt it pulse in response. No, she considered, you have not endured enough torment. She stood up, went over to a table, and picked up a set of three clamps. She returned and applied the butterfly clamp to my left nipple and another on my right. She pinched the skin below my circumcised head and clamped the third on it. The three clamps were connected by a chain. She linked a cord to the chain and stood up. She yanked and admired the way my nipples separated from my chest and the skin on my penis stretched.
She walked toward the other end of the room and sat down on a straight-backed chair.
"Kneel," she ordered.
I knelt down before her and felt a severe pain in my testicles. The rope above the pulley was connected to a weight, causing my testicles to move between my legs as I knelt. I grunted in response to the pain. She pulled the cord connected to my chain and I responded in agony as my nipples and penis were stretched.
"Approach me," she ordered.
I crawled to her and every few feet, I picked up a weight, increasing the pain I was experiencing. Tracy occasionally yanked on the cord attached to my chain, causing me additional agony in my nipples and penis. She moved her legs apart and spread them wide.
"Eat," she commanded.
I leaned forward and kissed her thigh just above her knee. I continued upward until I was at her nether regions. I gently licked her slit until I reached her clitoris. She had a prominent clitoris, which was one of her favorite features, and I gave it butterfly kisses while trying to ignore the tension on my balls. Tracy squeezed my head between her thighs. She moaned slightly and shuddered as an orgasm swept through her body. When it subsided, she pushed my head away.
She stood up.
"Step backward," she ordered. I began to move back. She strolled along with me, allowing the chains connected to my nipples to drag on the ground. As I moved back, the weights hit the floor, alleviating the tension in my testicles. She untied the cord around my testicles. My penis remained as stiff as when we'd begun.
"The north wall is home to an extensive collection of erotic books," Tracy indicated. "The books on the balcony are all about female domination stories. You can borrow them if you wish."
She wrapped her fingers around my erect member and led me up the stairs to her bedroom. She spread me out face-up on the bed and fastened me securely. She detached the butterfly clamps from my nipples and cock. She licked my penis and then inserted its head into her mouth. She sucked on my penis until she detected my body becoming tense.
She whispered, "Not just yet." as she teased my nipples and traced her nails down my skin. Wanting more, she climbed on top of me and ground her wetness against my erection, delighting in the contact with her clit. She then slid my cock inside of her and I let out a happy sigh. After a few bounces, she slid off and sat up so her pussy was suspended above my face. I began to suck at her clit, making her move her hips back and forth, forcing my tongue further into her wetness. She shook with her orgasm before pulling away.
"Stay right here," she instructed as if I had the ability to go anywhere. She left the bed and returned with a candle. It was my turn to experience something similar to what Ron had gone through with the burning wax.
She lit the candle and hovered it over my balls, letting the wax melt before dripping it onto my sack. I groaned in pain as she continued to drip hot wax on my balls. She then moved the candle along the base of my cock and left a trail of drops and pain up my rigid shaft. She aimed my penis upward and dripped hot wax on the tip while stroking my cock. I could feel my climax building at the base of my shaft. I told her I was about to cum and she granted me permission. Just as she dripped melted wax onto my pee hole, I started to shoot, sending a jet of cum at least a foot into the air. As the intensity decreased but the pleasure remained, she blew out the candle, leaned over and kissed me passionately. She then collected my cum with her hands and offered me a taste. I lapped up my own cum hungrily as she silently demanded.
"It's time for a break," she said as we lay together. Eventually we moved back down to the library, climbed the ladder, and walked on the balcony. She selected a few British domination books from the Victorian period and passed them to me,
"Enjoy," she added.
The following day, I grabbed one of the old, hardbound books from the 19th century. As I read, I couldn't help but feel aroused. The British certainly enjoyed a good spanking, I thought.
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