Chapter 7

It was completely impossible to keep my hands off Tara on the drive back to her place. I didn't even bother to try, although I did manage to keep my hand out of her panties. Not because she'd peed in them, but because I wanted to anticipate and savor my upcoming taste of her pee. Instead, I kept to stroking her damp belly and thighs and tweaking her nipples. She turned cherry red when I told her to pull her cute pink top up so that I could have unfettered access to them. She's short enough that unless we pulled right next to a truck, no one would see her topless. Besides, the bottom of the shirt was only just above her nipples, and it wasn't like her tits were big enough for anyone to see. In retrospect I could have said that to her, which would have humiliated and aroused her, but again, I didn't really know anything about that kind of verbal play. Besides, my pussy was firmly in control of my brain. I needed an orgasm. I'm sure she did too, since she'd been denied, and once we got home, I was going to give her a bunch of them.

I wanted to watch my lover squirm and strain against the ropes while I played with her body. I wanted to make her squirt again, and this time my mouth would be right there to catch every drop. I wanted to wear the scent of her cunt on my face and body.

As my thoughts wandered, I squeezed her nipple quite hard. The thick, rubbery baby-bottle was swollen and red, and she flinched with real pain, which brought me back to my senses.

"Too much?" I asked, fully expecting her to nod at me.

"It's ... not that," she said.

"Then what?"

"They're really sensitive and sore right now, and I'm not tied down so it's hard to keep from trying to stop you."

"You could just ask," I said with a slight frown. I'd once again gotten too carried away to pay attention to her.

She shook her head though.

"No, you don't understand," she replied. "I want you to hurt them. A lot more than you have. I want them bruised and swollen. I want them to hurt for days so that I can think of you every time they do. But it's hard to keep from trying to stop you. That's one reason why I like being tied up. Then, I can't stop you. You can make me scream and cry and beg, but I won't be able to keep you from doing what you want." She shuddered, her eyes a little glassy. "You don't know how much that turns me on."

I thought for a minute, my brain going into over drive. Then I smiled, coming up with a plan that would fit right in with what we both wanted. I didn't mention it though. I wanted her to be surprised. I also let up just a tiny bit on her nipples, which I could see disappointed her. I smiled to myself: She wouldn't be disappointed for long.

At least, I hoped not.

Once we got back to her place, I had her carry everything inside. The temperature had risen and since I'd left the AC off, it was like a furnace in the apartment. Sweat prickled my back and under my arms, and I could see it beading on Tara's skin as she brought in our stuff. I'd only let her get one bag at a time out of the car, and I'd ordered her to run, not walk, back and forth to the car. She gratefully drank down the glass of water I gave her, even though it was warm from the tap, rather than cold from the fridge.

It was time to start giving in to the fantasies I'd had in the car.

I pulled her into the playroom and had her strip off everything except her panties and the urine-stained knee-socks. The pink of her panties was now a very dark pink with yellowish stains at her crotch from her urine. My mouth was watering from the prospect of getting to taste it. How gross was that? I wanted to taste her piss. The very thought made my swampy cunt throb. There was shame there, and some level of disgust, but the fact that what I wanted was so very dirty just turned me on more. Plus, I was going to make Tara taste it too.

When I'd first looked in this room, I'd been so overwhelmed by what had been going on at the time, that I'd been unable to take in everything that had been stored here. I'd been too distracted by the whips and Tara herself to take much note of some of the odder toys in the room. Like, for instance, the leather padded, 4x4 wooden platform with eight eye-bolts sticking out of it which had been leaning up against the wall at the time. I'd looked at it since though, and it was pretty cool. It even had short legs that could be used to adjust the thing so it would sit at an angle. There were also several waterproof blankets, one of which I lay down under the platform. Considering the amount of fluid she produced when she squirted, I wasn't surprised she had these. Of course, came the evil thought, pussy squirt wasn't the only thing they could be used contain.

I tied Tara to the platform, starting with her wrists, which I put locking cuffs on, then locked to the eye bolt over her head. A bondage belt went around her middle -- as tight as I could make it -- and I wove rope between the rings in the belt and the eye-bolts on either side of her body.

Her eyes widened as I took some rope and looped it around her neck. She would have no problem breathing, but trying to move her head much would choke her. I smiled evilly, since I knew her whole body went rigid when she came, which meant she probably would be choking herself when I brought her off. I figured that if she passed out, she'd relax and be able to breathe again. Sometimes I wonder how we survived those early months when I was just learning about BDSM and how to best torture my lover.

More rope went around each thigh and I pulled them back and wide until her thighs were almost flat against the board she was tied to. This spread her very, very wide. Of course, it was then I realized that I hadn't taken off her panties yet. Duh. Rather than worry about it, I decided to just cut them off. I'd seen that in lots of BDSM videos. I wouldn't make a habit of it, but once in a while it might be fun. I slowly stripped off each sock, flopping them on her belly when I tied her ankles to the bottom outside eye-hooks in the board. Then I stepped back to look at her.

Just imagine this: A beautiful red-headed girl, slim, huge nipples and wide, lust-filled blue eyes. Her legs are spread wide, protected only by soaked, Hello Kitty panties, and her body is shining with sweat as she pants, waiting for you to do whatever you want to her. The twin drugs of power and lust roared through my veins making me almost dizzy. I stood and stripped off my own clothing.

The smell of us filled the room. Sweat and lust, with just a little bit of Tara's pee. My breasts felt heavy and my cunt was a sticky, syrupy swamp. Sweat beaded under my breasts and under my arms, trickling down my skin, stimulating it. I wondered what Tara would do if I told her to lick it off me. She would do it, I'm sure. I was more interested in licking her, but there was one more thing to do before I could start my fun. Well two.

I went over to one cabinet and removed a pair of safety scissors, two glass tubes and a hand pump. First, I drooled a thick glob of spit on one of her nipples, then fitted the tube to it and pumped -- just enough to suck her nipple into it and keep the tube on. She started panting more. I did the same thing to her other nipple, then picked up the scissors and, looking into her eyes, cut off her panties. She let out a sharp breath when I pulled them off, exposing her sloppy, slimy cunt.

I took a moment to admire the bare flesh. It was soaked -- webbed with her sticky excitement. The smell of sweat and hot cunt invaded my nose and I welcomed it. She was red, her little-girl looking pussy swollen with excitement. Her very not little girl clit was poking out and begging for attention, which I had every intention of giving it. Knowing it would embarrass her, I brought the crotch of her filthy panties to my face and inhaled, almost coming from the scent alone. I wanted so desperately to stuff them in my mouth and suck out her juices and piss, but I held off.

With an evil smile, I laid them over her face, arranging them so that the filthy crotch was directly over her nose and mouth. I could see the embarrassment, the humiliation and disgust in her eyes. But the lust in them outshone everything else. She hated this, but she wanted it. Probably even needed it. Next, I took her knee socks and used them to tie the panties in place. I knew the damp cloth would restrict her breathing, but I didn't care. Tara and I had talked about breath play, but until today I hadn't really given it much thought.

I picked up the pump again and attached it. Slowly I began pumping it, making her gasp for breath as the pain in her nipple grew and grew. I probably went overboard with the thing, especially considering how sore she already was, but I wanted to hurt her, because I knew she liked the pain. And while I was hurting her, I wanted every breath she took to be filled with the scent of her own sweat, cunt and urine. She was whimpering by the time I finished pumping the other nipple.

I looked at them. They were no longer nipples, but teats, pulled thick and deep into the glass tubes by the vacuum. They looked obscene, and in my lust I wished I could make them look like that permanently. I shuddered, imagining how much fun it would be to clamp them, crush and roll them and listen to Tara beg and plead for me to stop. Or maybe not to stop. I didn't know. Both options sounded great.

Now though, it was time for my fun.

I got down on the floor between her legs. I was incredibly excited -- too excited to last very long, and I had every intention of taking my time with this. So, positioning my face until it was almost touching her filthy cunt, I spread my own legs and slid my fingers over my cunt. God, it felt I'd poured hot, thick syrup down there. Almost greasy, and so very, very dirty. I shuddered and inhaled, Tara's heavy scent invading my nostrils.

I came, and came hard, my entire body going rigid as I smelled my lover's crotch while rubbing my own. My fingers found my clit as I took another deep breath, and I came again. Then one more time before I forced my hand away and turned my head. I could still smell Tara though, and I loved it. It was like her scent had coated the inside of my nose and mouth.

Now that I had cum a few times, I could concentrate on really enjoying myself. Since I wasn't quite as excited though, I wondered if I really could put my mouth on her cunt. It was not a pretty sight, all slimy and sticky. Forcing myself to start licking her clean was a perverse turn-on all on its own, and it quickly ramped up my excitement again.

I started on her smooth outer lips, running my tongue over them. The smell of her piss was stronger for some reason, and I could taste it, I thought, a bit bitter and very salty. I sucked her fat outer lip into my mouth and bit, drawing a squeal from my bound lover. I got a good grip on it with my teeth and pulled away, listening as the grunts and moans grew with the distance I pulled her swollen lip from her body. Then I opened my teeth just enough to let her flesh escape, painfully scraping the delicate flesh on its way to freedom. Then I went to work on her other lip, sucking and biting it hard. Tara twitched each time, clearly not able to take a deep breath without the cloth I'd tied over her nose and mouth interfering. Like me, she was inhaling the thick smell of her crotch, although for me the smell of piss was fading a bit.

Once I'd thoroughly cleaned her outer lips, I went to work on the inner ones. Using only my tongue, I slid it through the small, inner lips, feeling her tunnel clench as the tip passed over it. The taste of piss was stronger, but so was the taste of pussy, and I reveled in both. I knew I'd want her to piss in my mouth at some point. I wanted to drink from her, feeling her briny liquid fill my belly. The amount of pussy juice she was producing showed how turned on she was, and too soon for me, the taste of her pee was only a memory.

I pressed my tongue into her tight tunnel. I knew she liked that, but now I knew she couldn't cum from it. I flicked my tongue against her pee hole which was very close to the entrance of her vagina. Then I put my lips over it and sucked hard. Tara groaned and shuddered as I sucked, but nothing came out. She was probably afraid I'd be angry if she pissed in my mouth. Finally, I moved my attentions to her over-large clit.

Getting my hands into the action, I used my fingers to pull back her hood, completely exposing the sensitive organ. Like everything else down there, it was caked with her cunt slime, but I didn't care and licked it until it was shiny and clean. It was also a deep red and bigger than I'd ever seen it. I put my lips over it and began to suck. When I added a bit of teeth, Tara's entire body went rigid, and while still pressing with my top teeth, I managed to open my mouth to catch her squirt.

My own fingers danced in my sex as we came together, my mouth filling with her orgasm. The fluid was hot and salty, but also surprisingly sweet. I heard Tara making choking sounds as the ropes tightened around her neck, cutting off her breathing until she was able to relax. I had no intention of letting her come down from her orgasm though and quickly returned my mouth and fingers to her clit.