Full fisted Taunting

Happy new year everyone!

While I wait for more requests, I've decided to go ahead and start writing for specific people without asking first. That seems odd, I know. I prefer to think of it as writing a pre-request.

Is this a new year's resolution? Nah. Just an experiment.

Please enjoy.

Full-Fisted Taunting

 Anne pulled the strap tight around his head. “Can't see anything?”

“No mistress.”

She waved a hand in front of his face, then moved to slap him across the face. He didn't even flinch. Good. She ran her hand over where the mask covered his eyes, making sure there was space there and no pressure on his actual eyeballs.

“You have a good grip on the handkerchief?”

“Yes mistress.”

“Good. Open wide.”

He opened his mouth, and she put the tube between his teeth, buckled it behind his head. It was just barely wider than her strap on, and plenty wide if she wanted to put a funnel in it, or spit in his mouth, or whatever else she decided she wanted to do.

She gave him a nudge and watched him sway a little. None of the rope seemed to be digging into his flesh, and his extremities weren't cold. “Move a bit,” she said. “Make sure there's no restriction.”

He moved his arms around, wriggled his feet, and lifted and turned his head. While he could move, there was nowhere he could get a purchase, nothing he could touch. “Good boy,” she said. “You can stop now.

She dipped her finger into the mint cream and rubbed it under his nose, then put plugs in his ears.

“Nod if you can hear me,” she said, shouting as loudly as she could. He nodded. She put a pair of earmuffs on and screamed again. There was no reaction.

She smirked. “Perfect,” she said. “Can't see, can't hear, can't smell anything. Can't feel anything that I don't give him. Can't speak.” She chuckled. “He's the perfect man.”

She pulled the straps tight on her harness and gave her dildo a little flick, enjoying the feeling as it bounced a bit. She stood in front of him and put her hands on his head, then pushed it through the tube and into his mouth.

His body tensed in surprise, and he breathed heavily through his nose. She left the dildo in his mouth, only pushing it a little bit farther in, forcing him to deep throat for a few seconds at a time. Not enough to make him panic, just enough to cut off his air and make him remember who was in charge.

His hand clenched tightly around the silk, but he didn't let go.

“If you could hear me,” she said, “I'd give you some bullshit about you needing to learn to love cock. I'd make you admit that I like this.” She reached under him and pinched his nipples between her fingers. He made a groaning sound and thrashed a bit, but never opened his hand.

She pulled out of his mouth and stepped away, letting him catch his breath.

“What are you thinking right now?” she asked, walking around the room. “Probably trying to see even a tiny sliver of light through that blindfold, wishing I hadn't put the cotton balls against your eyes first. Or straining your ears, hoping to hear something.”

Anne pulled a stool over and set it behind him, then opened the table tray next to it. She set a large tub of lube down, letting it make more noise than it should have. “Did you hear that?” she asked.

“I often wonder about that. Are you faking it at all? Can you hear, and you just don't want to admit it? Maybe I should have put some nice white noise in the headphones. Or a nice hypnotic loop. I wonder, if I left you alone like that, floating in the dark, with nothing but a suggestive loop, what could I get you to do? Could I make you think you were a dog? Or make you want to be a woman. I could make you a sissy, make you desperate to be a sissy.”

She sat down on the stool and slid a surgical glove up her hand and rolling it down halfway down her forearm. She slid a rubber band down to hold it in place. She opened the tub of lubricant and scooped out a huge glob. She slapped it against his ass and laughed when he jolted from the cold.

She began humming to herself as she rubbed the lube up and down his ass crack. His whimpering slowly quieted as the lube warmed. She pushed some into his ass, spreading the lube around and smiling as he started to wriggle, as he started to realize what was going on.

“Shhh,” she said, knowing he couldn't hear her. She patted his bare ass with her free hand, trying to be comforting and glad he couldn't see the sadistic smirk on her face.

“I bet you're hoping I'll just use the strap on,” she said. “I did push it down your throat, after all. Gave you a chance to lube it up before I started fucking you. I can see you trying to prepare yourself. Trying so hard to relax.” She gently rubbed his ass, then pulled her hand away and started covering the gloved hand in a thick layer of lubricant.

She started with two fingers, pressing them with a slow spin as she pushed deeper into his ass. She rubbed in circles, gently massaging his sphincter. As soon as she started massaging, he immediately went tense.

Anne laughed. “You weren't expecting this, were you?”

She reached around and touched his cock before it could start going limp. He made a sound from the cold of the lube, but that sound gained more and more pleasure as she rubbed his cock. Soon, he relaxed a little bit, and she slipped in a third finger.

“It's such a weird feeling,” she said, wiggling her fingers inside him and laughing at the noises he made. “I wonder if this is why people get turned on by the tentacle thing.”

He started to get tense again. Anne realized he was close to cumming.

“Can't have that,” she said, and immediately moved her hand down from his cock to his testicles. She gave them a tight squeeze. He made a very unhappy sound into the gag, one that sounded almost like a sob. She kept up the pressure for a few seconds, then let go and patted his inner thigh. He gasped air through the gag, a pitiful sound coming out through the ring.

Anne laughed.

“I sometimes wish you could hear my taunting,” she said, moving her fingers in and out to help him focus, to remind him which muscles to relax. “Maybe I'll do that next time. White noise, punctuated by whatever I decide to say. Then you wouldn't be able to hear anything but my voice. And you wouldn't know if what I was saying was happening live or if it was a recording. That could be fantastic.”

She slipped her fourth finger inside, making a nice V with her fingers. He continued breathing heavily, and a soft moan started deep from inside as she slid in her thumb.

“Now comes the hard part,” she said, reaching around the rubbing his shaft again, trying to distract him as she slid her knuckles past his sphincter. She jerked faster, pumping him towards orgasm until he was moaning loudly. Her knuckles popped in, and she felt him close around her wrist.

Once she was inside, she made a fist with one hand and let go of his cock with the other.

“Can't have you cum from that,” she said. She slapped his balls with her free hand. He jumped. She swung and punched him in the balls. He coughed in pain, the muscles of his neck tense and his skin to flush. His cock wilted away.

Then she opened her hand inside him. And squeezed it into a fist again. She opened and closed.

He groaned, then gasped.

Then he came in a deep gush, blasting cum onto the floor.

She pulled her hand out all in one motion, and he screamed in second orgasm.

Anne laughed.

She reached over with her clean hand and pulled off the head phones, then pried one of the ear plugs out.

“That,” she said, “Was disgusting. I'm going to go clean up. I want you to think about what you've just done. And how you can make it up to me.”

He made a pathetic little noise.

“And then, if you're lucky, I'll let you use your tongue to clean up that mess you made.”

Another whimper.

She bent down and kissed him on the cheek.

“Good boy,” she said. “I'm very proud of you.” Then she slapped him. “You dirty, disgusting little shit.”

She laughed again.

He wriggled, and moaned, and let the endorphins rush through his body. She watched him as she cleaned herself up.

“Maybe we won't stop just yet,” she said as she finished. “It took so long to get you into that position. Seems a shame to let you down now.”

He made another whimpering sound.

Anne laughed. “I'll take that as a 'Yes Mistress, please keep using me' shall I?”

He didn't open his hand.

She clapped her hands together. “Wonderful.”