My Sweet Degradation (13 page)

‘Oh... thanks, I think I'll be okay now,' I gasped, but for some reason I was finding it harder and harder to speak and my tongue felt heavy and awkward in my mouth.

‘Nonsense, little one,' Julie purred between kisses. ‘We've been very bad to you and now you deserve a treat. I can be nice as well as wicked, you know.'

It was then that I noticed Julie's lips moving away from the area that had been assaulted by Carly's fist, and were steadily tracing lower.

‘Oh no, Julie... please,' I gasped, as once again I felt the touch of her hand between my thighs. This time she took two fingers and used them to lightly stroke my pussy while her lips trailed lower still. ‘Please don't,' I begged weakly, convincing no one, my senses in a whirl. ‘I... I'm fine, really.

Julie just gazed up at me through those long lashes. ‘Hush now,' she soothed. ‘Just relax and I'll give you something special that you'll never forget, I promise.'

It was crazy! I'd be lying if I was to deny having a crush on Julie for just about as long as I could remember, but I'd always assumed it stemmed from envy only. Julie was a very attractive young woman, and so confident within herself that it was hard not to be impressed by her. I'd even kissed girls before, but just my friends and only when we were drunk and showing off. In those situations it felt nice enough, but it wasn't really sexual... not really. Here though, with me tied up and utterly helpless, while Julie's soft lips kissed and caressed so intimately, I found myself secretly wanting what it was she seemed to be offering. I couldn't bring myself to catch Michelle's or Carly's stares, and so I just swallowed once more and shut my eyes tight, allowing my head to fall back against the cold wall.

‘Oh,' I whimpered as Julie's lips pushed into the short nest of curls dusting my slit, and then on, to press against the naked swell of my pussy. Her fingers continued to draw back and forth, but with a touch so delicate that I found myself longing for a deeper caress. Tiny kisses drew first down one side and then up along the other, and through my intense shame I allowed my legs to slide still further apart. And it was in that moment that I gave in; releasing soft moans and angling my hips forward in a vain attempt to have Julie tease me more fully.

Suddenly her tongue licked up along the entire length of my slit, the tip flicking ever so lightly across my clit, and I couldn't help but release a shiver in response. Her palms pressed flat against the front of my thighs, before her thumbs pressed into the swollen flesh of my mound, and then drew apart so that my pussy lips were forced to separate with a gentle kiss. Julie then leant in and proceeded to carefully lap at the sensitive flesh beneath.

‘Oh, God!' I hissed, as she sought out the swollen bud of my clit, teasing it first one way and then the other. Her touch was so light and so delicate, and utterly wonderful, and it caused me to release high-pitched gasps and to tense my stomach muscles with every tingling thrill she released within me. The way she used her tongue was like nothing I had experienced before, and it introduced me to a whole new world of sensuality, yet at the same time there was still something deeply frustrating in the way she was so damned gentle.

In the end – and I wonder if it's what she wanted all along – when I felt as though I might burst with a contradictory combination of frustration and pure bliss, I was left no option but to beg. ‘Oh please, Julie...'

‘What is it, little one?' she whispered, before returning to the incessant taunting of my clit, and by the tone of her voice alone I just knew she was smiling. ‘What do you want?'

Furrowing my brow I nibbled my lower lip. ‘I... I want... I need...' I could barely think straight, my breath continually catching in unison with the ceaseless fluttering of her tongue.

I began to fear that her teasing might simply be a second, crueller phase to the punishment. ‘Oh please, Julie,' I whimpered. ‘I want... I mean I need,' but really I had no idea what I wanted or needed, and I even felt my eyes begin to fill with tears all over again. Thankfully I was wrong about Julie's intentions, and I soon discovered that she knew exactly what I needed. I squealed through a tight, constricted throat, my every muscle locking, as Julie suddenly sucked my clitoris into her mouth. She simply held me there, drawing back and forth with the vacuum created by her hollowed cheeks, until my legs shook and my wrists began to burn where they were forced to bear the weight of my body. Finally she released me, and with a monumental shudder I relaxed little.

‘Jesus,' I hissed, my heart feeling as though it could burst from my chest at any moment.

‘Ready for your climax, little one?' she questioned, and I looked down with dreamy eyes to see her planting moist kisses against the swell of my mound, her lips shining glossy with my juices.

So I just closed my eyes once more and sighed a quavering, ‘Yes!'

This time I felt Julie work her fingertips against my entrance, and I was further shamed by the degree of my wetness. Any embarrassment was fleeting, however, as the sensation of her fingers as they slowly began to fuck me, shallowly at first, but then a little deeper, took me to a place where the only emotion that mattered was pure, selfish pleasure.

Flicking her tongue against me quickly one moment and then lapping deeply the next, Julie treated me to something incredible, and it was not long before I felt myself being drawn towards that moment of complete surrender – and how I wanted it!

She worked her fingers in and out of my aching cunt for all she was worth, curving them against the contour of my inner wall to seek out my G-spot. ‘Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!' I panted, drawing anxious breaths as my orgasm suddenly swelled forward. ‘Oh yes, oh God, oh fuck!' I squealed, feeling my body consumed by a molten tension that surged to my extremities and caused my inner muscles to grip hard around Julie's invading fingers. Then suddenly came that moment of silence, of freefalling, before all hell broke loose and I finally succumbed to the most powerful climax of my life so far.

Crying out with complete and utter abandon, waves of pleasure slammed down across my body, the tension building and releasing, over and over, until I felt that slide towards a calmer phase of bliss.

Julie's expert nurturing of my pussy kept my orgasm pulsating throughout my body for way longer than any I had experienced before, yet even she could not hold off the inevitable, and so she ended in the exact same way as she'd begun; by planting tiny comforting kisses against my wet flesh.

Finally Julie lifted herself away and I drew deep breaths into my lungs in an attempt to calm my racing heart. It was then that the reality of what I had just allowed to happen came crashing down around me. The fact that the most intensely sexual experience of my life had been gifted by another young woman bothered me less than I would have imagined, but it was more that I had surrendered to her so easily, that I had ended up begging her to take me in front of her friends that was so outrageous and damning, and I couldn't quite bring myself to confront it further by opening my eyes.

But after a little time my body began to relax and humiliation was slowly joined by a warm, physical comfort that coursed through my veins. I was grateful to the girls for allowing me a moment in peace to gather my thoughts, and with a last shuddering sigh I felt just about ready to face them.

In that very instant, however, the bell for afternoon lessons suddenly blared noisily throughout the changing rooms and shattered my peace with harsh aggression. I snapped open my eyes with the shock of it all, but that was nothing compared to the horror of discovering that I appeared to be completely alone.

‘Very funny, girls, stop messing around now,' I called, with a quavering voice, quickly scanning the ranks of pegs and benches in the hope that they were playing a final trick on me. But Julie, Michelle and Carly were nowhere to be seen, and deep down I knew they'd left me there.

Panic flooded me and I squealed anguished whimpers as I tugged at the tie binding my wrists. But it was useless and I only succeeded in tightening the knot around the clothes hook even further, so as a fear like none I'd known before consumed me, I simply stood there and considered my awful predicament. There I was, my arms tied and secured above my head, my body stripped naked from the waist down and my exposed pussy, flushed pink and glistening with my own juices. I drew a deep breath to try and calm myself, but only discovered just how thick the air hung with the musk of my arousal, and it was at that moment that I heard the first heavy footfalls out in the corridor, quickly followed by the noise of the outer door to the changing rooms bursting open.

Terrified, I wasted my energy one last time in trying to wrench my arms free while listening to a chorus of excited male voices getting closer, and then finally I watched in horror as the inner door swung open and with no other option left to me, I simply shut my eyes and waited for the last phase of Julie's revenge to begin...

 

 

 

Nurse Libby Simmons was a naughty nurse and I was lucky to be alive.

When I call her a ‘naughty nurse' I don't mean it in that clichéd, fishnet stockings and pink PVC uniform sense. No, Nurse Simmons really was a very bad girl, and almost two years ago to this day I became the victim of her own bittersweet form of torture.

I lost three weeks of my life and thankfully I have absolutely no recollection of what they entailed. My memories stretch from childhood right the way up to that sunny morning in June when I was happily riding my beautiful old Triumph to work. I can still picture the linear Roman road stretching far out to the horizon, and the cloudless blue sky above me, but after that I recall nothing until three weeks later when I found myself drifting in and out of an uneasy consciousness in a hospital bed.

When finally I woke fully it was to a pain I hope you only ever need imagine, and the discovery that, among other injuries, I had shattered bones in my arms and legs, cracked several ribs and most frustratingly of all, broken my jaw in two places. It was explained to me that some old fool had pulled out into my path without looking and I hit his front wing at about sixty miles per hour. Consequently, I was in four casts and my jaw was wired shut. But still, I really was a very lucky man.

Those weeks on the ICU passed in a blur of morphine highs and pain-filled lows, until one day the unit sister announced with evident personal satisfaction that I was out of any immediate danger and would be moved to a private room elsewhere in the hospital.

I was still in a crazy amount of pain and completely reliant on the hospital staff, but even so, it felt good to know I was on the road to recovery.

And that evening, at around seven o'clock, I met my beautiful tormentor for the very first time...

I was watching the TV news, trying to catch up on what had been going on in the world over the last month or so, when the door to my room suddenly burst open and in walked Nurse Simmons, arse first and dragging a small trolley behind her. She turned and stood at the foot of my bed, offering me an angelic smile that showed off perfect white teeth, before picking up my chart and studying it carefully as she bit on the tip of a biro.

Nurse Simmons was any red-blooded straight man's fantasy. Her tight white tunic hugged the contours of her body to show that she was slim, yet had curves just where they counted. I distinctly remember her long golden-blonde hair being tied in a French plat that evening, and the way the thick braid fell across the front of her shoulder until it met with the upper swell of a perfectly formed breast.

As she rattled the pen top between her teeth she stared down at me, and her piercing blue eyes bored deep within my soul. Nurse Simmons was spellbindingly beautiful all right, and beaten up though I still felt myself to be, I couldn't help but be seduced by the vision of her.

All of a sudden she smiled once more before speaking in that breezy, matter-of-fact way of hers. ‘Well then, Mr Pearce,' she said, ‘you
have
been through the wars, now haven't you?' She blinked her big glossy eyes at me and parted her lips ever so slightly, before stepping around to the side of the bed.

‘I'm Libby,' she introduced herself. ‘Libby Simmons. And I'll be looking after you,' she went on, holding out a hand towards me.

Unable to speak because of my wired jaw, and incapable of moving my arm so much as an inch, I simply looked from her eyes to her outstretched hand and back again.

‘Oh, silly me!' she declared, lifting her fingers to her mouth and giggling like a lovely schoolgirl. ‘How stupid am I?' I tried to smile in response, but it was just too painful and so I simply blinked my eyes back at her.

‘The good news is,' she continued, ‘you're going to be just fine. And the even better news is that you have me to make sure of it.' My heartbeat fluttered at her words. ‘First things first, though. You, Mr Pearce, are in need of a bed bath.'

Without further ado Libby leant over me and began to unbutton my pyjama shirt from top to bottom. I couldn't stop myself from staring down the open neck of her tunic. Whether intentionally or by accident, one more press-stud than you would expect was open and I could easily see the golden-brown freckles dotted across her chest, the shadowy cleavage that beckoned, and the mouth-watering swell of those glorious tits. Swallowing awkwardly I forced myself to look away, but she was leaning so low over me that my only alternative was to watch the no less erotic spectacle of her tongue as it played between her teeth. Finally I shut my eyes and forced myself to relax, well aware of what was to come.