Pam's Pain

Then it struck me! Never before had I stripped in front of a man who was not my husband. Although I had worn a bikini - even a skimpy bikini many times, this was different. This time I was undressing with a purpose. I made to cover the cups of my bra with my hands but James intervened.

"Now the bra Pam, " he commanded coldly.

There was another moan from the next bedroom; another obvious sign of passion.

A flush of anger passed through me. Without its aid, I doubt I would have had the confidence to go any further but the thought of my own husband pleasuring another woman only feet away from me removed at least part of the hesitation I still felt.

"The bra, Pam," James said insistently. "Now!"

Slowly, I reached behind my back and unhooked the bra's clasp then quickly brought my hands around to hold the loose cups over my tiny boobs in a childish gesture of coyness and shame.

"I just can't do it," I said, my eyes looking pleasingly into James'.

What I was pleading for I couldn't tell.

In response, James didn't speak but instead simply reached out, grabbed the bra between its cups and pulled it away from my body before throwing it on the floor alongside my top.

My hands instinctively flew to my naked boobs to cover myself.

"Put your hands at your sides," he ordered.

I froze. Time stood still until a familiar but muffled male voice filled the silence in the room.

"Oh GOD Nicky," it moaned. "That's so GOOD!"

There was a pause in which a woman's voice was audible but her words indecipherable. Then the male voice came through again loud and clear.

"Jesus! Oh my God! That feels fucking amazing!"

There was another female murmur followed by:

"No never! There's no way she would ever do anything like that!"

Another mumble.

"Oh you dirty girl. That's so fucking GOOD!"

A cold wave washed over me. For a moment I thought I was going to cry, or run away, or break down.

But I didn't. Instead I looked James straight in the eyes and lowered my hands to my sides, baring my boobs. To my hiorror, their nipples were already fully erect, standing proud on their tiny pale globes.

James' eyes raked over my bare boobs and skinny tummy as unbidden, I slowly and deliberately unbuttoned my too-short skirt, pulling the zipper down and letting it drop to the floor where it bunched around my ankles.

I stood before him dressed only in tiny white panties and black high heels then looked up, waiting for the next command, knowing - or was it hoping - what it would be.

James didn't speak; he just looked into my eyes and made a circular motion with his raised index finger. Without hesitation I turned around until my back and bottom were towards him.

"Now the panties, Pam," he ordered, his voice showing distinct signs of pleasure and arousal. "Take your time!"

Slowly and deliberately, I slipped my thumbs into the sides of my panties and eased them down over my skinny bottom.

"Bend over as you slip them off," James commanded.

My heart missed a beat. I bent over at the waist, my bottom thrust towards him as I slowly lowered my panties down my long bony legs, past my slightly knobbly kneew to join my skirt around my ankles.

My bare bottom was now presented directly at the man I now definitely knew I wanted to be my lover. My back still towards him, I rose slowly to my feet and paused waiting for the voice behind me to speak.

"Very good Pam. Now open your legs a little."

I lifted my right leg out of the tangle of cloth and stood naked with my high-heeled feet shoulder-width apart.

"You have lovely long legs, Pam. Very nice indeed. Now turn to face me!"

I obeyed again, turning slowly round until I stood facing him, my parted legs revealing the freshly-trimmed triangle of curly hair that covered my crotch.

"You are beautiful," he whispered, sounding as sincere as I have ever heard a man. He moved slowly towards me, smiling. "Close your eyes!"

My eyes obediently shut, I waited, expecting to feel his hands on my body and his lips on mine, both anxious and eager to feel the touch of the man who was to be my first ever lover. But instead I felt him step past me and heard him open a drawer in the tall chest against the wall to my left.

"I don't want you to be nervous but I'm going to put a blindfold on you," he said calmly. "It won't be too tight but it won't fall off either. Are you okay with that?"

I gulped. Paul and I had tried blindfolds in our fantasies but there was something much more real about this. My eyes already closed, I nodded then felt the mask being wrapped around my face and being drawn tightly at the back of my head.

I opened my eyes; not a crack of light was visible around the blindfold's edges.

"Now put your hands behind your back," James commanded.

I obeyed instinctively, my hands meeting behind my waist. Something strong but soft was quickly and expertly fastened around each wrist then my wrists were pulled together sharply with my arms crossed as if folded behind my back. When he had finished, my arms were bound together quite high, my fingers level with the small of my back rather than my buttocks.

I tugged gently at my new bonds as if testing them. The straps around my wrists weren't too tight but they were certainly not going to let go. I was clearly not the first woman James had bound in this way. I could hear and feel him moving towards me then heard the familiar sound of Velcro. Something soft but strong was being fastened around each of my ankles.

I could sense James standing up and felt the warmth of his body as he moved closer towards me. When he spoke his mouth could only have been inches from my ear but his voice was soft.

"You wanted to be controlled, Pam? You wanted to be hurt a little?"

"Y... yes," I stammered. "But..."

"Good!" he interrupted. "Well, as it's your first time I'll say this slowly and carefully. I am now in control. I am going to play with you. I am going to hurt you. Do you understand?"

"Y...Yes," I mumbled, still a little dazed.

"I might end up fucking you too but that's my choice, not yours. I am going to do exactly what I want with you unless you use the Safe Word."

I was tempted to use it straight away; this was getting very scary already but something told me to wait. I wasn't actually in any pain at all - yet - and the feeling of being helpless with a good-looking stranger was beginning to have a perverse appeal.

"If you use the Safe Word, everything will stop immediately but it will also stop permanently so think carefully before calling it out."

His tone of voice was having powerful effect on me as the tingle between my thighs made very clear.

"Do you understand, Pam? Are you happy for me to continue?"

I could have stopped everything there. Perhaps I should have stopped everything there but I didn't. There was something exciting in James' voice; something reassuring but at the same time exhilarating about him that took most of the fear out of my helplessness leaving only excitement and anticipation.

"Y... Yes," I mumbled again, so nervous and unsure I could hardly speak.

"Sorry Pam. I need you to be very clear!"

I took a deep breath and steeled myself.

"Yes! Do it! Please do it!" I called out into the room.

James' voice showed how pleased he was.

"That's a good girl; that's a very good girl! Now we'll start slowly but let's see how far little Pam is prepared to go!"

I was aware of James moving slightly then I felt the soft touch of fingers lightly stroking my tummy.

"Mmmm," I sighed.

The delicate fingers moved slowly across my stomach towards my hips and sides and back again, dancing over my sensitised flesh before moving tantalisingly slowly up to my chest. With my arms tied beneath my back, my boobs were thrust forwards but even with this advantage they would be pitifully small. I knew from sunbathing on holiday that the globes would have all but disappeared leaving only over-sized, pointed nipples on my flat chest.

James' expert fingertips tickled my teats until I could feel them growing even harder, then he toyed with them longer. It had really started now; for the first time since my marriage, another man was touching my body.

It felt so strange, it felt so wrong, it felt... amazing!

I could feel myself lubricating simply from this first touch. However good in bed Paul unquestionably was, my husband's attentions had never turned me on this much. I could hear my breathing growing deeper and noisier.

James' fingers abandoned my aching nipples then traced a straight line down my chest and tummy before crossing the top of my thighs just above my moistening vulva.

It felt amazing, so sensitive; so sexy! If this was what the evening was to be like, I was going to love it!

I squirmed a little under his touch, tottering on my feet, the blindfold playing tricks with my balance.

"Open your legs a little, Pam. You'll feel more stable."

I complied, taking half a step out with my left leg. It worked, I felt much better balanced but then I felt a large, strong hand sliding deep between my legs, stroking the soft, sensitive flesh of my exposed inner thighs; the first man since my marriage to touch me so close to my core.

It felt even stranger but even better too.

The pressure of James' palm against my legs was very pleasant indeed. At first my body responded instinctively by trying to close my thighs and protect my vulva but James' hand was too firm and my resolve was too weak. Instead of closing, my thighs parted further and the pressure of his hand did the rest; I was fully exposed to his touch.

I felt his fingers brushing against my neatly-trimmed slit as his palm pressed against my mound.

"Good girl!" he murmured. "Relax and enjoy yourself."

My body was indeed beginning to relax and enjoy the arousal his touch was bringing. Without thinking, my knees bent slightly and my thighs opened still further.

A shiver passed through me; I had actually opened my thighs deliberately to let a stranger touch my most private place. Amazed at my brazen, slutty behaviour, I tried to spread my legs even wider to allow fuller access to my body.

"Even better," James hummed. "You're so good a girl you're really very, very bad!"

His hand brushed more firmly against my inner thighs as very slowly his fingers parted my swelling outer labia and began to tease their way slowly into my weeping slit.

"Mmmm!" I sighed.

For a minute or two his searching fingers slid up and down my crack, toying with my clitoris, tickling its base and dancing around the entrance to my vagina.

"Mmmmmmm!"

He toyed with my inner lips, tickling first one side, then the other. Then without warning, a single long finger was thrust smoothly but firmly into my vagina.

"Ahhhh!"

Another barrier had been breached; apart from my husband, no man's hand had entered my most private place since my marriage. But before I had time to think about it, the finger was withdrawn and replaced with what must have been two fingers together.

Having had two children I was by no means tight 'down there', but still the invading digits felt large and unfamiliar, stretching my sensitive entrance. I could feel my lubrication flowing and flowing as the fingers worked their way in and out of my slippery passage, turning from left to right, backwards and forwards as his palm grated against my clitoris.

My whole body shook and trembled, wobbling on my unsteady feet then...

"JESUS!"

I yelled into the silence of the room as James suddenly rammed those two fingers hard into my vagina. My hips wriggled and my knees bent as if trying desperately to evade his thrust but to no avail; his hand remained firmly in place.

"Owwww!" I protested.

Thrusting his fingers deeper into my tight passage, he twisted them left and right several times then pulled them back little before ramming them back into my vagina again even harder.

"Owww! Owww!" I wailed.

He paused, his fingers buried deep in my body.

"Well Pam," he said in a hard voice I barely recognised as his. "You might be scared; your mind might not want to be doing this but your body doesn't seem to know that. You are soaking wet down there!"

His fingers moved back and forth, in and out of my vagina as it lubricated in a desperate attempt at self-preservation.

"You're getting wetter and wetter too. Quite the little pain slut aren't you? I wonder what other surprises we're going to find tonight."

The lubrication was doing its job; the pain was fading quickly to be replaced by incredible sensations of stimulation. The man was good! I moaned as his fingers fucked me hard, grinding against my sensitive places with just the right amount of force.

I moaned aloud, his thrusting palm rubbing firmly against my clitoris as he fingered me over and over again. It hurt and I yelped, but it didn't hurt anywhere near badly enough to use the Safe Word. In truth the pain was fading very quickly and the pleasure was mounting fast.

"Do you enjoy being fingered, Pam?" he hissed as his expert hands worked their magic between my thighs.

"Y... Yes," I sighed, writhing against his firm, exploring hand.

"I can tell. Your juices are pouring from you."

His long fingers had left my vagina now and moved to my clit where one of them was making tiny, fast circles around my hard, sensitive core.

"MmmmMMMMM YYEEESSSS!" I moaned, my knees weakening quickly.

The waves of pleasure rippling out from my vulva were rocking me bodily.

"You want to cum now, don't you?" the voice asked.

"Mmmm! Yesssss!"

My body was trembling uncontrollably as I hissed my reply.

"I've barely touched you and you're about to cum already," he whispered, amused.

"Oh God!"

"You really are a slut, Pam. A hot, dirty little slut!"

I moaned, leaning heavily against James' strong frame for support as he brought me closer and closer to orgasm. My body trembled, my knees began to go weak as the climax came closer.

Closer and closer...

Nearing the edge of a massive orgasm...

And then he stopped, leaving me on the cusp of collapse, unsatisfied. I leaned heavily against him, trembling, panting, my body crying out for satisfaction.

"You loved that, didn't you?" he said in a low, hard voice.

I couldn't reply.

"Your body certainly did - if the wetness is anything to go by. See?"

A pungent, sharp, earthy smell suddenly appeared directly under my nose. It could only be James' fingers covered in my juices. It was strong and unpleasant; I wrinkled my face.

"Smell it, Pam. It's what a woman in heat smells like; it's what you smell like right now!"

I tried to move my head away from his hand but his fingers followed my face. He chuckled.

"Trust me; for a man it's the most arousing aroma in the world. Don't ever feel ashamed of it!"

To be honest, the stench turned my stomach but he sounded sincere.

"Now kneel down!"

It didn't even occur to me not to at least try and obey but but deprived of sight and with my legs unsteady from my near-climax I tottered on my feet. James had to steady me as I lowered myself to the floor and manoeuvred myself into an upright kneeling postion.

"Good girl. Now listen to me, Pam!"

I listened carefully.

"I'm taking off my clothes now. Can you hear?"

Deprived of sight, my ears, nose and skin became hyper-sensitive. I heard the clumping of shoes being kicked off followed by the rustling of clothes. I shivered at the metallic sound of a belt being unfastened and a zipper being lowered before the soft thump that could only be trousers falling to the floor.

"I asked if you could hear it Pam?"

"Y... Yes," I said, my throat tight. "Yes I can."

I felt frustrated; desperate to see the body of the man who was already my tormentor and perhaps would soon be my lover. Were his legs slim? Was his tummy flat? Were his arms and chest well-trained? The torment of not knowing was excruciating.

"I'm naked now, Pam. My cock is getting hard. What do you think I'm going to do with it?"

Oh my God; his cock!

I had seen the bulge in his trousers over dinner and been surprised at its size. Once naked, what might that 'well-endowed' body look like? My husband's erect cock was the only one I had seen since our marriage and I thought it was big. In truth Paul's was only the third erection I had seen in the flesh in my whole inexperienced life.

"I asked what you thought I was going to do with it!"

"You're going to fu... fuck me?" I stammered, amazed at myself for saying the words. James chuckled.

"Perhaps; all in good time. First we have to get it really hard. Actually, you've got to get it really hard, Pam. And you know how you're going to do it?"

I shook my head slowly.

I could feel movement alongside me, the heat of another body very close to mine and could smell the presence of a male body; a man's sexual organs next to my face.

"You're going to suck it, Pam, he said quietly but firmly. "It's right in front of you now. All you have to do is open your sweet, innocent mouth."

Something large, warm and smooth touched my cheek then slid over my tightly-closed mouth. First its rounded head, then the long, smooth shaft were gently rubbed along my lips. In my blindness, it seemed to go on forever. I could sense its size; much, much bigger than my husband's erection.

Nicky had simply told the truth; her husband was very well endowed indeed. I began to feel scared again. Surely there wasn't a single orifice in my skinny body that could take something as big as that!

I closed my lips tightly and violently shook my head. In response, James simply leaned over and began to tweak my left breast. Its nipple was already hard as the rough tip of his fingers touched its teat and toyed with it.

It felt incredible. After a few minutes and despite my humiliiating kneeling position, I heard myself moaning in pleasure. Then the pleasure stopped.

"Are you ready to suck it now?" James asked quietly, his mouth by my ear again.

Still scared but now highly aroused too, I shook my head again, but not as convincingly this time.

His hand moved to my right boob and started to nip its hard teat between his knuckles. It hurt; the sensations were amazing. Ever since our first child was born I had always avoided prolonged nipple play but now I realised what I had been missing. When his fingers finally released my teats they were standing as hard as they ever had even after breast-feeding.

I was panting with arousal but to my frustration, the wonderful sensations stopped once more and the soft voice reappeared.

"Last chance Pam," he whispered in my ear. "Are you ready to suck me now?"

"I just can't," I said quietly, tears forming in my eyes.

"Then you must learn the consequences of disobedience."

His voice was cool but there was perhaps a hint of pleasure in his tone too. I felt him rise to his feet then heard a drawer being opened. There was a rustling sound then the drawer closed again and I felt James body alongside me. There was a jingling sound alongside my head.

A feeling of dread came over me.

"I tried to be nice," his voice snarled. "But you're making me do this the hard way."

There was another movement then I felt his fingers on my left breast again. Its nipple was already hard but it grew harder still as his fingertips nipped my teat. The pain was sharp and sudden but wonderful. Then it stopped; my teat was released and James' hand moved away. I heard him muttering under his breath.

"Not too tight for a beginner!"

Then without further word, something hard and vicious snapped tightly onto my erect nipple.

"Owww!" I wailed.

A bolt of pain shot right through me, from the abused nipple, right through my breast, my chest, my back and straight into my brain.

"Take it off! Take it off!"