The girl next door

[aimauanca]

Fiction

Do not try this at home.

By now I had no choice. Two hours of useless attempts to free myself in vain. I would just have to get help from Steve next door.
I pulled up my underpants and trousers, and stepped out onto the landing of the apartment block where I rented my flat. Across the way lived Steve – I didn’t know him well but given the circumstances, he would have to do. That or go to the hospital, but that would mean written records and the risk that people would get to hear of what I had done.
I knocked on the door. A few moments later it opened on a chain. A pretty young woman looked out. “Yes?” she asked.
“Sorry, I was looking for Steve” I apologised, blushing hotly.
“He moved out two weeks ago – I’m the new tenant. Can I help you?”
“No” I replied moving back, “never mind”.
But as the door closed, I felt desperation set in. “No please” I exclaimed, “you could help.”
“Come in then”, she said, releasing the chain and opening the door to admit me.
“Did you know Steve well?” she asked. It sounded almost like a trick question – if I’d known Steve well, surely I’d also have known that he’d moved out.
“Listen” I stammered, “this is very embarrassing, but I really need your help. I’m afraid you’ll think I’m a pervert and throw me out or call the police, but it’s too late now – there’s no other choice and I’ll have to take my chance.”
“You listen” she replied sternly, “if you think you can try anything funny on me, you may want to look over those karate trophies on the mantelpiece first.”
“No really, it’s nothing like that” I said hurriedly, ”but it will take a little understanding, maybe even compassion on your part.”
I hesitated until she nodded her head in assent that I carry on.
“You see, well, I ...”
“Go on, get on with it” she exclaimed, starting to sound a little peeved.
“Well, you see, I need someone’s help to cut off the, um... .”
“Well?” By now she was getting irritated. I continued “.. clingfilm and electrician’s tape I’ve got wrapped round my, er..., genitals.”
The next thing I knew I was lying on the floor with one of her feet pressing on my neck.
“You’ve got what wrapped round where?” she growled.
“I sorry but I just don’t know what else to do” I sobbed. “Someone’s got to help me, and there’s only you here, the whole block’s empty! Please, I’m not trying anything on, I just need your help!”
“Why do have clingfilm and tape on your genitals? What sort of pervert would do a thing like that?”
And so I explained about milovana. “I was doing a new webtease ... sorry, a webtease is ... , I mean milovana is a website catering to people that liked to be teased and dominated. A webtease is a series of webpages, usually each with a pretty girl, who maybe undresses from one page to the next, who gives you instructions, like to kneel, to strip, to masturbate, how fast, how slow, ... and so on.”
I continued after a pause. “This particular webtease told me wrap myself in clingfilm, all round my balls and penis, and then seal it all up with black electrician’s tape. Well, I did it just like in the instructions, but then I started to worry I wouldn’t be able to take it all off. I started to pull but that just made it worse, and now I can’t find where the tape starts, so I can’t unwind it. I tried cutting it off but my kitchen scissors are just too big. Please, please help me!”

With her foot still pressing on my neck, she sat at her desk and typed in http://www.milovana.com on the PC. She clicked on the first tease and started reading: “Sandy’s tease. Get naked and kneel in front of the PC. When you’re ready Continue.” She clicked. “Look at my tits and stroke fast 100 times, then Continue. Would you like to see my wet pussy? Stroke slow 200 times, pause if you need but don’t come! Then Continue.”
She read through the entire tease, until the last page “You worm” she read, “you don’t deserve to come. Put that away and don’t touch it again!”
“What sort of creep would follow the instructions of some make-believe domme, wank a thousand times, and then not come just because a picture told him not to?”
She paused to consider this question. “How could just a series of pictures hold such a power over a guy, that he’d deny himself release – or wrap his prick up in clingfilm?”
Another pause. “But if just a series of pictures could have that power, what could a real girl have? What power could I have?”
She look down at me with a slightly mad gleam in her eye. “I have power over you don’t I? You need me more than you’ve needed anyone in the world.”
She turned back to milovana and started a new tease. She clicked through page after page. She had me explain to her what “edging” was. She made several comments on the girls in the pictures, until I started wondering if maybe it was girls that turned her on. In the hope of ingratiating myself, I told here that there were teases for girls too, but soon wished I hadn’t.
“Do you think I’m the sort a creep that would need this shit to get off?” she shouted angrily, and increased the pressure on my neck. “On the contrary – I’m the sort that would wield power over creeps like you to get what I want. And what I want right now is some good, hot tongue! Get on your knees creep!”
She raised herself slightly from the stool and slipped down tracksuit trousers and thong panties. She opened her legs wide and pushed my head into her pussy. Clearly all the power had excited her as she was already wet and open. “Lick, creep!” she commanded, gripping a tuft of my hair to hold my head in place. Not having much choice I quickly obeyed, and licked fast at her clit, with occasional thrusts of my tongue deep into her cunt. Soon she was groaning with pleasure, and I was just able to see that she had opened her tracksuit top to reveal her beautiful, soft breasts. She caressed her nipples and moaned. After very little time I heard her call out in orgasm, and she trapped my head hard between her legs.
All the time this was happening, my prick was straining against the plastic and tape confinement, but the only results were pain and frustration.

She remained on the stool a few minutes as her body relaxed, and then she picked up her clothes and disappeared into what I guessed was the bathroom. She seemed to have forgotten about me, and my predicament. When she came back, I begged her again to help me and so she had me sit on the stool, naked from the waist down, while she started to carefully snip at the plastic tape with a very small pair of nail scissors. She first cut away all the tape and film round my balls, and then started from the base to release my prick. As each fraction of an inch was released, the blood rushed in and my prick swelled, and the pain increased where the tape was still tight. I gasped with pain as she tried without success to just pull the mess of tape and plastic off, but then slowly and, thankfully, carefully, she snipped the last plastic away.

My prick stood high and hard, though not a little sore. The girl, who’s name I hadn’t yet learnt, looked at me with distaste. “I suppose you think” she sneered “that now you’re free you can go back to your flat and wank, thinking about me while you do it.” I denied it of course, but it was precisely what I was planning to do. “No, creep, I’m not going to let that happen.” With one strong arm she held me down onto the stool, and with the other she seized my prick and wanked it hard, like there was no tomorrow. She was wanking me so fast her hand was just a blur. I pleaded with her to slow down. After months using milovana, I knew that wanking was an art, that there should be fast, but there should be slow too, and edges and pauses, and making it all last, enjoying the pleasure, the tension, and the final explosive release.
Instead of this, the girl was just banging away hard, and while the outcome was inevitable, there was little pleasure in the wanking itself. In fact, her grip was so hard and the pace so fast that the skin of my prick felt sorer and sorer.
The effect of such treatment could not be delayed long, and soon my body turned rigid, and I started to gasp “Oh, shit, fuck,...”, and then ...
She let go.
SHE LET GO!
My prick twitched. Streams of semen dribbled out, instead of shooting all over the wallpaper, which is what I had been imagining.
She had completely wasted my orgasm. No pain, no pleasure, just – nothing. And now my prick was drooping, wilting, and soon was soft and stubby, with no pleasure to be had from it.
“You stopped! You stopped! Why?” I sobbed.
“Didn’t you want me stop?” she said, innocently. “But that’s what happened at the end of that last tease. I’m sorry.”
And she started again! She gripped what was left of me tight in her fist and started wanking me again, as fast as before. The pain, the soreness, were unbearable, I begged her stop, but she just speeded up, and seemed to cackle like the wicked witch in Snow White.
After several minutes, the torture abated. “So now I don’t think you’ll be going home to wank thinking about me, will you?”
I wouldn’t. It would probably take days for the soreness to wear off, and the thought of this bitch wouldn’t get me hard in a thousand years.
I pulled on my trousers and slunk towards the door.
“Go easy on milovana” was her final sneer, “I might write a tease myself, and if you start on that one, you’re in deep shit.”

[cumhardy]

“What sort of creep would follow the instructions of some make-believe domme, wank a thousand times, and then not come just because a picture told him not to?”

Haha classic stuff! Coulda been a bit longer with the sexual parts of the story. But nice scenario!
Which tease instructs you to tape up your cock like that? Does it exist?

Btw, your username... just got it hahahaha!

[aimauanca]

yes, cumhardy is right - the sex scenes should have been longer.

regards the user name - see also http://www.milovana.com/forum/viewtopic ... ong#p22060