Unexpected Pleading
As time passed, the body of the woman suspended high above flushed a deeper red around the beautiful upper swell of her breasts.
In this room that belonged only to the two of us, the thick clamps and the firm ropes still held her slender naked form with faithful, unyielding support—her back against the wooden wall, her whole body kept taut and high.
Now and then, when she could not endure my touch, she twisted; but with the ropes pulled so tight and hard, a woman's body without strength could never move as freely as she wished.
The slender woman before my eyes, in that moment, was like a butterfly with transparent wings. Yet it was no different from a butterfly I had caught and pinned—wings forced open, fixed in place, unable to move. Still, unlike that captured insect, this luscious naked goddess was not drowning in pain. She was swimming deep in the pleasure of excitement, utterly satisfied.
Having decided I would take her, I no longer wanted to keep the distance I had held until now out of fear. I wanted to bring her vivid and close, right before my eyes. Because it could be dangerous, I gave her a soft warning.
"I'll raise the suspension a little higher… tell me if it hurts."
"Mm-hmm~"
What I said to her was not merely notice that I was adjusting her position. It was also a signal that from now on I would make her even more lewd. So the hanging shadow showed no refusal—only a face flooded with thrilling anticipation.
The square wooden wall of the container workshop rose nearly to the maximum height of 2.8 meters; I had built it at 2.6. I hauled her up to the highest point where the clamps were set. If I pulled too quickly on only one side, her body could lurch and put her in danger. Midway through raising the ropes, I could not risk even grazing that pretty back the way I almost had before. Perhaps the scrape of her back would have reached her today as pleasure too—but I did not want that.
So I took her precious body into my arms. My left arm passed around her right forearm and across her back, cradling her as far as the left shoulder blade. How thin she was. Her whole frame slipped cleanly between my chest and my left arm. Even for a sturdy man like me, supporting her with the left hand while adjusting the ropes with only the right was not easy. Untying the knots and lifting her higher was simple enough. But once I had her at the proper height I had to drop my right hand low, plant both feet, and lock the line with my own weight so she would not fall. Then I had to free my left arm from her body and, with both hands, re-wrap the rope I had been holding underfoot—again and again.
If only I had even a small cushion, I could have made it easier for her… Both her arms and both her legs were already tightly bound, so I could not even put my clothes on her. Yet neither of us spoke a word of complaint. The reward waiting at the end of the process would be more than we hoped for.
After about twenty minutes, her height had risen to the place I wanted. From higher than before she looked down at me like a statue hung upon a cross. More wondrously beautiful than any sculptor's work, the slender woman's body hung there.
I dragged the chair that had stood in front of the workbench table and set it dead center before her. When I sat, though, her body was still a little higher than I had wanted. I did not readjust the ropes. All I had to do was straighten myself a little more. At a distance where a breath from my mouth could almost reach her, the swollen sex that had been violated by the vibrator since the moment she arrived settled into place. It was even more taut than when she had bent earlier to show it to me between her buttocks—as if the skin had been drawn to its absolute limit, the whole of her outer labia flushed red and fully exposed.
Seated, I looked up at her, higher than I was. Our eyes met in silence. Holding her gaze, I slowly brought my face toward her body.
A neat I-shaped trail of pretty pubic hair. Men's hair grows wild and unruly; the hair that grows on a woman's body is fine and lovely and grows straight. And on a body this beautiful, the hair shone with a luster that matched her looks. Leaving only a little of it, she had presented me with the clean shape of a Brazilian wax. I slowly set my nose above her sex.
Above my lips, beneath my nose, her small clitoris rested. With a face full of pounding excitement she looked down at me from above. Some people, when they watch a scary movie, turn their heads to escape the fear. Others want to escape it and yet curiosity wins—they cover their eyes only a little and keep watching. She seemed to be the latter.
How swollen must the inside of her passage have been with arousal for the vibrator to hang so well for so long from the round pillar of a vagina turned downward? I lifted my right hand, meaning to draw the vibrator hanging from her sex out of her body… and saw her shake her head left and right from above with a pleading expression. Looking at the woman who shook her head at my action, a brief smile of wry amusement crossed my face.
So this is how specific and fine-grained a female fantasy can be.
If a woman is that precise a creature, I'll match the direction of her expectation exactly.
Leaving the trembling body of the vibrator inside her passage, I used my right hand to lift the hood of skin over her clitoris. The slight sheath that had covered the clitoris—already swollen as if erect—rose with it. Thanks to that, the clitoris stood more straight toward the sky and jutted farther out. For an instant her lower body trembled a little. Perhaps expectation had wound itself around her frame.
I could have touched at once the place women most plead for and desire… but I did not want to. Any man who has spent a lifetime among women knows the bent of their pleasure. A woman's pleasure—its greed has no measurable depth. You starve her and starve her until she cannot endure it, until you have drained her strength to the brink of death by hunger. Only when she is at that desperate pitch—breath failing from hunger, strength gone, eyes about to close—only when you have dragged her that far and then toss a single delicious little morsel into her mouth do you receive, in return, the supreme peak. Complex, hard-to-satisfy female pleasure. The only hard part for men is that we, too, must be driven along that journey to the brink of starvation if we are to satisfy them. So even if I postponed my own satisfaction, I had to make a bold decision and act on it. At least, the women I knew… had been like that.
I did not readily put out my tongue… I set my nose gently before her clitoris. Then I rolled my eyes up and met her gaze again. She would not have noticed—so high on anticipation that without knowing it she could not quite keep her mouth closed, and it hung slightly open… As her body heated, her breathing grew a little shorter, too.
Having resolved to be bold, I murmured quietly while watching her.
"Beg me for it…"
"…"
She did not rise at once to my command. She could not spit out the words I wanted. Even the same word has a completely different weight when no feeling rides it and when feeling does. Words freighted with feeling are, for that very reason, not easily spoken. She had hung herself here because she wanted this—and yet she still did not want to become a cheap woman. That double attitude. Fine. The one hanging was her.
"…Please do it……"
"Do what…?"
"…"
She swallowed the rest of the words she could not finish. I smiled faintly and steeled myself cruelly.
From now on I'll give you a happy torture.
Then I pressed my face quickly to the front of her sex. Blowing my breath onto the risen clitoris, I turned my nose this way and that as if to torment her.
"Ah—!"
At the sudden rush of breath against that sensitive place she flung her head back. Caught off guard by the unexpected move, she nearly cracked her skull against the wooden wall behind her. Gathering the wits that had briefly fled, she looked at me again, and without thinking licked her lips and swallowed.
"What? Where?"
"…"
She started to open her mouth, then slowly closed it. The owner of that unmarked naked body who looked as if she had never done a hard thing in her life… She had probably never once, in front of other people, spoken such vulgar words aloud. Like giving a single sip of water in a camp to someone dying of thirst, I wanted her thirst to grow larger, to be felt more keenly.
Once more I brought my nose before her clitoris. With my nose I gently pushed the skin around it. Looking down at me, she trembled in the throat without knowing it. That pretty mouth opened, and her tongue came a little forward. Slowly I pushed my breath from my nose and, with a small circle, licked clockwise across the front of her little urethral opening as well.
"Euhhnghh…"
For a moment she was startled by the sudden sound she herself had made. It was like phlegm rising from the chest—a more adult, more heated tone than any sound she had given until now. Looking at me again, she pushed her tongue out between her own lips and licked them—as if, without knowing it, she were copying the movement of my tongue. Then her throat worked as she swallowed saliva.
"Say it with your own mouth… How do you want me to do it?"
"…"
I could see her wrestling with whether to speak. Yes… if it had not yet boiled fully to a hundred degrees, I would just boil it higher…
I shoved my body deeper toward the wall, settling farther beneath her. Then, as if lifting a barbell, I pushed her hips and thighs up with both arms.
"Ah! Not there…!!"
Ignoring her protest, I opened her light-brown anus and licked it. No matter how clean a person is, it is the dirtiest place on the body, and shameful—but to the one who shares the body, it is surprisingly delicious. Burying my face under the buttocks of the woman hanging in midair, with my nose buried deep against the entrance of her vagina, I licked her anus with my tongue from bottom to top in wet, dragging strokes. Dirtier… lewder… so she would feel it that way, I kept coating the hole inside and out with the spit from my mouth, deliberately licking more greedily.
"No…! I don't like it! Don't…"
Not knowing what to do, she flinched and tried to pull her bound arms in toward her body. She must have wanted to cover her face with both hands. She clenched her jaw, gritted her teeth, and shook her face up and down, left and right. Thrilling pleasure and unwanted shame seemed to crash over her together. Shame greater than simply standing naked before a man she had just met must have flooded her. To know full well what lay beyond that door and still endure a stranger's tongue knocking at her anus and opening it—to set the shame aside and enjoy only the pleasure—she did not yet have that courage.
"Stop! Please stooop!"
At the shouted protest I looked at her again. Something like a sense of conquest rose in me, and I wore a faintly sneering smile that was not like my usual self.
"Not there… Lick me."
"Where?"
"My clit. Only my clit!"
As if she had given up, she frowned, glared, and spat the words in a raised tone.
Well then… I ought to grant the wish.
I spread her clitoris wider left and right so it stood out more. And before my eyes appeared a clitoris a little more swollen than the one I had seen before I licked her anus.
"Here… you mean?"
She scowled and nodded. I closed my eyes. Then I opened my mouth wide and covered her clitoris and the whole of her sex. And at once I gently closed my mouth again and licked slowly from the entrance of her vagina up to just short of the clitoris. Pressing my mouth hard to her crotch, I relaxed, flattened my tongue wide, and deliberately licked with sound. Slowly, from the perineum past the vaginal entrance and through the folds of the inner and outer labia, I turned my tongue and licked upward. On purpose I did not touch the clitoris—only licked below—and watched her reaction.
At the movement of my tongue she lifted her head to the sky and dropped it again… When, playfully, I licked again from the perineum starting at the anus, she shook her head… And before long, eyes closed, she moved her head over and over like someone out of her mind.
Being unable to move, hanging there, must already have been hard on her body. But while my tongue played with her she seemed even more exhausted, more worn out. I wanted her to feel it when she wanted to feel it, when it seemed she would feel it—properly, and big. And now it felt as if I could touch the first stage.
From inside the pussy hidden within her inner labia, from deeper still, I gently drew the remote cord of the vibrator a little farther out.
"Ah~"
In front of the entrance to her vagina a shy bit of pink plastic showed itself. My precious one had issued me a royal command, so I wanted to give her pleasure that matched her taste at a level worthy of her dignity. For tools, two fingers were enough.
For the first time I carefully turned my fingers and eased them into her vagina. A man's rough hands can easily wound a woman's interior… but today the inside of her passage was so slick it was as if she had poured out every fluid a woman can produce. Unless something sharp went in, she could not have been hurt if she tried. I slipped my fingers in beneath the vibrator that had come out near the entrance. Then I bent the index and middle fingers of my right hand and settled the vibrator against her G-spot.
"Ah… …there… feels weird…"
"It's okay."
Like a fully ripened taste—once it takes hold, you never forget the feeling.
With two fingers I gently pushed along the vaginal wall so the vibrator pressed against the G-spot. And I held it at the place I wanted so that the moving vibrator would not stray far from the sweet spot. At the same time I left it room not to stay boringly fixed in one place. In that narrow space it ran free, ravaging her senses at will.
Wanting to see her lewd reaction, I looked up. With her nose slightly wrinkled, wearing an expression like someone about to sneeze, she had her eyes closed—an oddly melting look, as if a ticklish, strange feeling were blooming like soft clouds.
"It feels… weird…"
With her eyes closed and her head bowed, the pretty false lashes she wore looked even longer. Even the lids that covered her eyes were beautiful. In that moment she was a woman whose name I did not know, with the most beautiful eyes in the world…
And then her belly began to twitch in a different rhythm. Sounds she could not hold back leaked through her tightly shut lips…
"Nngh… euh… euh…"
Something in her reaction seemed to shift into another scene. Watching her pretty lashes take on a rhythm and quiver, I used my left arm to brace the right arm that was working alone. Since the hand was doing its part, the tongue decided to follow and help. And now, without pause, my tongue climbed past the gleaming, wet entrance of her vagina. At last her swollen clitoris lay right before the tip of my tongue. And exactly as a former lover had taught me, I licked her clitoris only the very slightest bit—and at the same time began to nibble it very lightly, from many angles, with the softest touch. Truly minute, yet pleasant—light.
"Aaang… haah… haah…"
The woman hanging above me began to twist her whole body and make strange sounds. Her lower half moved this way and that, but the ropes allowed only the angle to change; there was nowhere she could flee.
"Ah… no…"
I did not easily accept her refusal.
"Stop… stop it…"
"…"
I did not respond.
No. Even if you cry, I won't listen.
"Ah… no… put me down, hurry… no…"
This time she swung her pelvis back and forth like a pendulum, thrashing.
"No… I don't want it… ah… help me… I don't want it!"
She scowled and opened her eyes. Then she looked at me with a desperate gaze and pleaded with the very man who had bound her to stop. In a low voice I laughed and spoke.
"Hold on until you get past the weirdness…"
The level and frequency of her pleading, which she could not endure, rose higher…
"I don't want it. Put me down… if you don't stop… ah… I don't want it…"
Her head began to move up and down, front and back, faster than before. Above all, her back suddenly folded forward like a hunchback, then arched back like a bow. Even her pelvis snapped open and shut front to back with a fierce, elastic force, as if it might snap the ropes.
"Please… pleeease…"
She was almost weeping. Because she moved, my mouth kept sticking to and falling away from her lower body; the contact kept breaking. Even my arms could barely hold their place. In that frail body without strength, power rose as if by some superhuman force. But even in the difficulty I had no intention of being pushed away. With the left hand that had been bracing my right, I wrapped her waist from behind and held her tight so she would move less. And I settled the vibrator inside her into a position that would feel even better. I pushed my index and middle fingers deeper so they would ride the wall toward her bladder side and support it.
Because of the tremendous force with which she moved, it was no longer I who licked her clitoris—it became as if she were bringing her own clitoris to smash against my lips.
"Eup… eup… euhp…"
Tears flowing, she cried out almost as if sobbing.
"Ah… no… it's coming out…"
"Ah… what do I do…"
"Help me… what do I do…"
The sighs and pleading words she spat came one after another… And for a moment she seemed to try to calm her body… then at once she began to shake front and back like a spring, far faster, and started frantically grinding her clitoris against my lips. At the dull collisions against my face… I too could not keep my place—pushed back, then leaning in again… and in that instant half my face was smeared everywhere with her fluids…
Because she slammed her clitoris so hard into my face, a dull ringing like a high-pitched tone filled my ears… and then she screamed very loudly.
"No!"
In that moment the sacred water she sprayed came a little—and in less than a second, in successive bursts, a great volume scattered toward me like a fountain. Hair and face, the inside of my mouth, my tongue, my ears and eyes, my naked upper body, my jeans, the chair, even the Harness… a volume of liquid that did not seem as if it could have fit inside her small body struck my entire frame with a strong sound.
The Friday evening whose sky had been clear and blue all day became a day soaked through by a thoroughly sacred rain.