Anticipation

BDSM story by Magnuz Binder.

You stand there waiting. Your body trembles, not from the cool air on your naked skin but from the anticipation of what will come. It scares you, and yet you long for it. The spot you stand in is not a private one, and anyone passing by close enough will see you, see your nudity, may even notice your cuffs. The thought of being seen like this by strangers embarasses you, but excites you at the same time. Anyway, it's too late for regrets now. You have locked the cuffs in place, forcing your arms behind your back and preventing your moves, and you don't have the keys. The wait is frustrating, but it also gives you time to think about what will come. The thoughts and fantasies have already made your nipples stiff and your cunt one sopping mess, an itching spot desperately begging to be scratched. But the cuffs prevent it. With some strain they permit you to reach your nipples, to touch them, pinch them, roll them and rub them. And you have already done that several times, in a desperate need, but only adding to your frustration. If you arch your back and strain yourself to the max, your fingertips can just barely reach the opening of your sopping cunt.You have done that too, repeatedly, adding even more frustration and resulting in your cunt juices now wetting your inner thighs half way down to your knees.

The device next to you is frightening. Despite that, or maybe rather because of it, you have chosen that very spot. The thought of being put on the cruel device, being abused by it, being used while fastened to it, unable to resist, both scares and arouses you. For a moment you wish you had tried it while you were free, able to get off it the instant you couldn't take it any longer. It's too late for that too now. Once you're put on it, you will be forced to endure it. The large gag filling your mouth and silencing you will prevent you from protesting or begging for mercy. You will just have to remain, helpless, tormented, silenced, unable to fight or object to it. That's partly why it scares you so much, and that's also why you long to be put on it so much. Both your cunt and your nipples ache with longing for it, and there's a hard knot of want in your lower belly, cramping all the way down to your knees and all the way up to your breasts. Scared and wanting, frightened and excited, just one big heap of feelings, sexuality, frustration, want, need, that is your entire being in this moment.

Your feet are aching a bit from standing still in the very high heels for so long. You wish and long for them to be taken off the ground, tied up to expose your crotch and the back of your thighs to caresses, smacks, the whip, clamps, or tied apart to expose your crotch and inner thighs to fingers, cocks and plugs entering your holes, hands and clamps bringing you pleasure or pain, maybe even a whip cracking down on your most sensitive part. Or maybe even free to eagerly wrap your legs around the hips of the one ramming his cock into your holes, abusing you and giving you pleasure at the same time. The realisation that you long for the pain and abuse just as much as for the pleasure and use scares you a bit. But right now, any stimulation, pleasurable or painful, is better than the wait and frustration. You have lost grip of time, don't know if you have been waiting for five minutes or five hours. Fantasy and reality mixes in your head. When you close your eyes and think of the ropes cutting into your flesh, the clamps pinching it painfully hard, the needles piercing your sweat-glistening skin, the whip rising welts on it, the pain and excitement is so real that you expect to see it in place when you open your eyes again.

Finally your waiting is over, but when I arrive to take possession of you, I have already been there, inside your head, numerous times. But my hard and vice-like grip on your nipples awakes you, makes you aware of the difference between fantasy and reality once again, makes you realize that reality is so much better than fantasy, makes you realize that your torture finally is over, only to be replaced by another torture, far more physical, far more severe, far more painful, but far more longed for, what your body has been preparing for and longing for ever since you snapped the cuffs in place, securing you at the device you decided to suggest for your pain and pleasure, and for my pleasure. You will cum for me, you will beg me to let you cum for me, you will fight your cumming if I deny you, but you will lose, because we both know that your body and soul are so prepared, so high-pitched, so frustrated, that even pure pain will finally make you cum now, regardless of how you try to fight it. Slowly and decisively I take possession of you and start torturing you towards your unavoidable orgasm.