The Bench, an afternoon with Pam

This isn't strictly a blog, as I'm not telling a story as it happened or even just after happening.


This is one of a series of stories that were worked out with my partners over time. Sometimes they are based on what we had done and were planning for the next time. Sometimes they are just fantasies gone wild after spending time with that person. An hour, a day, or even a weekend. The juices get flowing and when she went home the anticipation of the next time together are what caused these to be written.


The names, of course, are not correct. But if any of my previous partners spot these, I hope you get as much enjoyment and excitement from them as I do.




Pam on the bench


Pam didn't know quite what to think. I mean, she had fantasies, and they generally were submissive in nature, but she was seriously questioning what she had agreed to. She couldn't hear or see anything, Mike had seen to that. She couldn't even call out. But it was incredibly erotic so far, even though she was scared silly.


Mike had brought her into the room, in nothing but a garter belt, stockings, and shoes. OK, collar and cuffs, but they don't count, do they? She was embarassed as Mike had her sit on the bench and lay back, but Mike kept telling her this would be fun. And she was getting excited, she couldn't deny that. First her ankles were hooked to the legs of the bench, and then her arms were dropped to the floor and hooked underneath. Then Mike put this wide leather strap around her waist, holding her in place on the bench. She was nuts by that point, hoping Mike would start something. But he didn't.


He left the room, which was disappointing and scary as well, and returned with a bag. He pulled out a set of earphones, and put one in each of Pam's ears. She wondered what that was for, I mean, she could still hear. Then Mike put on the blindfold, which also helped to hold in the earphones. It got spooky, and she was starting to get really scared, when Mikes voice calmly asked her if she were having fun yet. She couldn't say no, could she? But Mike's voice calmed her fears, and made her more wildly excited in a way she wasn't quite sure about.


Mike told her to open her mouth. Well, here goes. She knew the ball gag was coming, and she had even tried it on, just for fun, sitting on the couch. What was the big deal? She thought it was silly, but it seemed to do something for Mike, so she thought why not. After it was in place, suddenly her ears detected a soft sound. What was it? The beach? Rain? It was a gentle hiss, so soft she wasn't sure what it was, but loud enough to be there. She concentrated on it, but couldn't make it out. She wanted to say something (yeah, with the gag, right!) but suddenly realized she didn't know if Mike was even in the room. The noise, whatever it was, was just enough that she couldn't make out things in the room when they were quite.


Now it was REALLY getting spookey, and while she was scared silly, she had to admit, she was incredibly excited.


Suddenly she felt something on her left ankle. A bug? No, it was a hand. Well, fingertips. Soft and warm. The fingers moved up her leg on the inside, seeming to pause at her knee, as if not quite sure how to handle the edge of the bench and the bend of her leg. The fingers continued their soft touch as they continued up her inner thigh, causing a wave a electricity to shoot ahead of them to he belly. The fingers stopped! Why.... They're playing with the top of her stocking! GOD she wished they would continue. They spent a few more seconds moving around on her thigh, even to the front of her leg, playing with the garter and even at one point slipping inside the stocking on her thigh. WRONG DIRECTION!! UP DAMN IT!!


As if responding to her thoughts, the fingers move up slightly, but stopped just at the top of her leg, right where the fingers would have to change directions and come across her crotch. The pause only lasted a few seconds, then the fingers seems to trace a pattern on her skin, but not onto her crotch. She didn't know if she should move and try to get the fingers over there or not. Finally the fingers moved over. WOW! But wait, they separated! Something was touching both her lips! He must have his flat hand on her, but he's making sure the fingers won't press down in the center at all! BASTARD!!


The hand moved slightly up, dragging fingers on her lips, making an electric sensation, but not what she wanted. GOD was she getting excited. The hand continued up to her belly, the area just above where she shaved, and seemed to trace a pattern again. OH SHIT!! She wanted the hand down! The hand seemed to pull away for a second, then patted her somewhat firmly, not a slap, but more than a tap, three times. It startled her, and she wasn't sure what to make of it. But before she could decide, the hand moved down.


Oh GOD! The fingers were on her lips again, and the hand moved a little. It would press down at the top, and the fingers were staying out of the crevice, but she was going nuts, hoping that the fingers would go in. Suddenly, she couldn't feel the hand! What? Before she could react to that, the hand was back, with a slap, right on her crotch! The sting was a shock! She burst a gasp behind the gag, and started to feel angry, but before she could get her emotions in check, the hand was gone. Suddenly, another smack. The sting was worse in some ways than the first, but suddenly exciting as well. Before she could do much of anything the hand was gone again. She knew it was coming, the third smack, and sure enough, it came. But the hand didn't move away this time. Her gasp and grunts from the smacks had no effect on her tormenter, but she suddenly realized the hand was still there, and this time one of the fingers was between her lips. Not in, but laying between them. Could she? Would he? The hand started to move up, dragging the finger between her lips as it did so, shooting waves of pleasure through her body. As the hand pulled the fingers up to her belly, the finger dragged on her clit, making her gasp and roll her hips, trying to get a little bit more of the hand.


But that was not to be. The hand continued up, up, finally making it's way to her left nipple. And massaging it, twisting it softly, kneading it till it was firmly erect. Suddenly a flash of fire went through her left nipple. A CLOTHSPIN! That's what it's got to be. She gasped and shook her chest as much as she could, but it only seemed to make it worse. The sting! She moaned out behind her gag, but it didn't seem to matter.


Suddenly she realized the hand was back at her crotch. The magic finger slightly between her lips again. Oh GOD she wanted that to do something, but the nipple was on fire. She suddenly felt the hand pull away. She knew what was coming, and screached behind the gag. Three smacks! Just like before. Her crotch was on fire, but wanted something, anything. Her nipple was on fire, but strangely, the pain seemed to add to her crotch. The hand started sliding up. She knew what was coming here too, and she wasn't disappointed. The finger dragging on her clit sent wave of pleasure through her body like she never felt before.


But the hand went back to her crotch. What now? Suddenly more smacks!! But these weren't the three quick in a row like before. These were more intense, harder, and spread out, and each one paused to give pleasure between the smacks. But the pleasure was never enough. Try as she might, all it did was make her more frustrated.


The hand was moving again, up to her right nipple. On NO!! She knew what was coming. Had to be. If she could have gritted her teeth she would have. But she cried out behind her gag, and felt her closed eyes moist behind the blindfold as the burning sting of a clothspin attacked her right nipple.


But the hand was back, this time it stayed! It moved around for a while, and each movement, while not touching her clit, moved other things that sent waves of pleasure from her crotch. It almost made her forget about her nipples being on fire. No, that was wrong. It made fire in her nipples radiate to her belly, and make the pleasure stronger!


Suddenly everything stopped! Then both nipples suddenly spasmed with pain! He was pulling on them! Pulling on the clothspins! No wait! He must have tied them to a string, and now her nipples were pulled up away from her body! The sting was incredible! But the hand was back! This time it spread the lips, and she couldn't believe the feelings of desire she had as something (fingers) caressed the edges of her opening, but wouldn't go in! The fingers kept there for what seemed like hours, but was probably only seconds, then drug a line up to her belly, tracing through her moist interrior, and right over her exposed clit (with an incredible shock of sensation) as they made their way to her belly.


What? Suddenly it was cool, no cold! Air! Blowing on her clit! Oh GOD, he was right there, blowing on it as his fingers held her open, and she couldn't do anything! He could just flick out his tounge! But no, nothing but the cold air for what seemed like hours. Finally, the air stopped, and the hand pressed firmly on her crotch, and moved slightly like it was getting comfortable. In her ear, she suddenly heard Mikes voice. "Having fun yet? I am." She wanted to grunt or make some acknowledgement, but the hand suddenly pulled away, and smacked her 3 times in real quick succession very hard on her croth, making her whole body jump on the bench. After the third smack, it stopped and suddenly she felt her clit being manipulated. The waves of pleasure shot through her, but it was shortlived and not enough, the hand was gone.

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