Sally frowned. ‘I’m stuck. Well and truly blocked. I just can’t do it,’ she said.
Greg grinned at her. ‘Well, maybe we can do something about that. If inspiration and incentive are what you need I’m sure I could provide them.’
‘How?’ Sally retorted. ‘I just can’t write if I can’t get my imagination going.’
‘A blindfold and flogger might help.’
‘How the hell am I going to write if you have me tied up and blindfold?’ Sally said indignantly.
‘Er, we have the technology,’ Greg replied, pulling out a small microphone and plugging it into the laptop. ‘You can dictate as we go.’
Sally grinned. This seemed like a bit of fun that might just get her creative writing juices flowing.
Slinking out of her already scanty summer shorts and T-shirt, Sally already felt the warmth of anticipation between her legs. This had to beat hammering keys and racking brains for the next sentence. Her eyes suddenly shone. Greg pulled out his bag of rope.
Sliding it around her, he did a ‘quick and nasty’ tie to secure her arms above her head to the anchor in the open plan staircase, and her legs to a spreader bar. Once he’d slipped a blindfold over her eyes, he fixed the microphone to the rope close to her face to pick up her speech.
‘Now you’re going to write. Or else,’ he said.
Sally’s eyes closed. Her skin tingled. The flogger made contact with her arse. Gently at first. Warming, awakening. ‘Write!’ Greg said suddenly. ‘Now.’
‘It was dark.’ Sally said.
Thwack! ‘More,’ said Greg.
‘She was alone in the dungeon. Alone and very nervous.’
‘Good. That’s a start.’
Thwack! ‘She heard a sound behind her. The sound of chains dragging and clanking as her Dom entered the space with the objects of her bondage and maybe torture.’
Silence. Thwack! ‘Keep going. You’ve a whole book to write. Your arse will be pretty sore at this rate.’
Sally wriggled. Her arse was rosy, warm and ready for the next blow.
Greg appraised his prisoner. Her soft skin glowed where the flogger had made contact. He ran his fingers over her left buttock, creating a quiver of desire through Sally’s thigh. Sliding a finger between her legs, he felt the slickness that told him she was ready for more.
Reaching into his bag of tricks, he fished out a pinwheel. The sharp little teeth sparkled in the light. Greg carefully ran the pinwheel up the inside of Sally’s thigh. She gasped. ‘Write!’ Greg commanded.
Breathless, Sally continued. ‘She felt her captor buckle ankle cuffs tightly. Chains rattled. Her legs dragged apart.’
The other thigh now, pressing a little harder into her skin. Raising his hand – slap! He hit her arse, causing it to glow even deeper.
Sally jumped. ‘Ow!’
‘Get on with it.’
‘He began gently enough. The crop flicked over her skin like a feather, and she shuddered with each touch.’
Thwack! Sally’s legs trembled, much to Greg’s delight. Moving around to face her, he ran the pinwheel slowly over her breast, up and around her areola. Her nipple stood proud, and he took it into his mouth, nibbling and sucking. Sally groaned.
He repeated his teasing on her other breast. Her eyes rolled beneath the mask. Her head began to spin.
‘Er, Er,’ Thwack! ‘He began the real torture now. She’s been waiting for this. Her skin was already on fire, already anticipating the pain she loved. The crop provided the first wave of intense pain/pleasure as he striped her buttocks with its length.’
Greg approved. He loved Sally’s writing. It wasn’t often she hit a writing block, but he was mighty pleased with himself for thinking up this way to unblock her. Double positive!
Now the pinwheel was employed inside her thighs again. A trickle of moisture now dribbled down her leg. Greg slipped out of his trousers, pulled his T-shirt over his head and pushed himself up against her back, his dick proudly pressing into her arse cheek.
Sally groaned again. Pushed back onto his hard promise. He moved away, grinning. ‘Now it’s your turn,’ he said, pulling out a riding crop. He didn’t start so gently as Sally’s character. After all, she was already warmed up.
The stripe he produced on her left cheek looked great. And Sally’s squeal as he made it was so satisfying he did it again, to match, on the other cheek.
Sally wriggled now, writing forgotten. But only by her.
‘Write,’ he said again.
‘I can’t. I really can’t but I will be able to do it now. Honestly!’ she moaned.
Crack! He landed another stripe on her arse. ‘Write.’
‘She gasped as he roughly pinched her nipples, twisting them until she yelped.’
‘Good girl. Good idea!’
‘Please Greg, fuck me now! I’m not blocked any more. Please!’
‘Very soon. Just as soon as…’ He placed the first nipple clamp on her, then slid a finger inside her. She was so wet!
She gasped and groaned, waiting for the second pinch of pain. It soon came. Crack! The crop making a third stripe neatly over both cheeks. Sally jumped, and the chain on the clamps swayed, pulling on her nipples.
Her clit got the message, and she strained in her bonds, eager now for penetration by her lover.
Greg watched as the small trickle of moisture grew and crept down her thigh. Unhooking her from the staircase, he carried her over to the rug, her legs still spread wide. Laying her on her back, he carefully nuzzled her clamped nipples, licking over their tips, squeezing her breasts.
Slowly, he pushed himself inside her, feeling her arch her back to meet him.
‘Dirty girl. Filthy mind,’ he murmered.
‘Mmm,’ was all Sally could say.
He plunged deeper now, kissing her neck, running his hands over her body. She rose to meet each thrust, the chain tugging on her nipples in rhythm, intensifying her high.
She began to fly now. He thrust deeper, harder, grabbing her arse and pulling her onto him, grinding their bodies together. She cried out as she came. He kept the rhythm until her cries died down, until she sounded spent. Then, without warning, he removed the clamps.
‘Yeoooow!’ She cried. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking gently, then the other, as he began to pump again. Sally’s clit couldn’t resist, couldn’t ignore. Gasping wildly, she shook violently as her clit pumped her into ecstasy.
‘Coffee?’ Greg offered just as Sally began to open her eyes.
She sat up, now freed from her bonds, and smiled. ‘Yep, she said. I’ll need that to get onto chapter two.’