Part 2: The boat, the boyfriend and the stretched out whore
(Stuck with her boyfriend in the boat, Dani learns of a lot of new and quite disturbing kinks)
He straddled her tight curvacious body, using his full weight to pin her down as he sat on her stomach, going about his sworded work. Her feet had now been suitably tethered to one end of the boat, using a long thick rope that dug horrendously into her ankles. With her hands currently in his care before her, he was now binding her wrists, tightly fusing them together in a complex and time consuming triple knot.
Feeling all the feelings in the world right now, Dani silently mouthed the words ‘I love you’ to him as he stood up, winking at her as he to began the tricky buisiness of feeding a second rope around a large nail that he had tacked to the front end of the boat, above her head. Her hands were maneuvred over her head carefully as her arms brushed the side of her ears. He had released her long waving blondie tinted-mousey brown hair from it’s original ponytailed state, so that it cascaded perfectly down onto the damp wet wood of the footwell below, making her head look almost part of the boat itself.
There was no support for her head, so holding it up in mid-air whenever she wanted to look at her lover was a challenge, but despite this she gazed up at her pale stretched out body from an awkward angle, small, dainty, skinny waisted, but beautifully plump in key areas, like her hips, ankles and bottom. She knew she had a sexy little form, one that had always looked youthful, and almost teenage in appearance, soft, hairless and supple, with not a mark or a wrinkle on her, but the fact that she was now in fact 28 years old came as a great surprise to most, many believing her early twenties, or in some people’s eyes, still even younger!
She knew that Tom enjoyed her body, he was enjoying it (still kitted out in tank top and shorts) right now, as he finally fastened the rope leading to her ankles tightly around it’s nail. Gazing at her proudly from above her head, he pace around to view her, and sat strategically on the boat, gazing at her, and grabbing a sandwich from his bag.
She looked at him with an uneasy expression, her enormous shining eyes wondering what his next plans for her would be. “Mmm, nice sandwich.” He said. “You want some?” Before she could say ’No thank rfffffllll....’ he had proceeded to stuff it rather presumptuously into her unsuspecting mouth. She chewed on it awkwardly and swallowed. “Chew nicely Whore, you’re gonna need your strength for this” he said, with a glint in his eye that she rather liked. “In fact, ” he said, “you should eat properly, I brought some yoghurt for you.” With that he produced a large tub of thick greek yoghurt. “This ought to fill you up, ” he said as he preceeded to produce a small spoon from his bag.
Taking his hands now to her crop top, he tore at it violently down the middle, exposing her chest fully, as the white material fell loosely to her sides. Quietly, he poured a large dollop of cold yoghurt onto her chest, utilising the small skin valley between her tiny (but very perky) tits to use as a plate of sorts. Small streams of yoghurt trailed down her sides, tickling the sensitive skin under her now useless top, whilst the thicker mixture sat messily just between her breasts. "Open wide, ” he said, scraping his spoon across a small portion of her, and scooping up a small pile of white dairy goodness. “This is... weird!” She said, giving him a look of vague concern. “Weird good, or weird bad?” he asked, expectantly. Thinking about it, she responded cautiously. “Weird good, I thin It’s just... unusual that’s all.” With that a spoon came down into her mouth, and now feeling like a sexy pet, begrudgingly having her needs met by a grumpy master, feelings swelled in Dani's loins as she murmured lustfully, this was in deed odd, but excellently exciting!
She swallowed her food obediently, and was initially enjoying this game, but in a plot to throw her off, Tom began withholding her food slightly, making her move her head back and forth, stretching her out her tongue to find the spoon, with phrases like “here comes the aeroplane” making her feel even more crude and used by him.
“Tom! Stop it! That’s not funny” she yelped. He grinned, before pouring a second helping onto her chest. “Daddy.” He said. She looked at him bemused.
“I want you to call me Daddy, not Tom. Not master or sir, just Daddy.” Her face dropped! This she was NOT comfortable with.
“I... I don’t like that, ” she said. “I’m not a girl with Daddy issues. I don’t want to think of that word when I think of you.”
He giggled at her brashly. “Well if you want to get out of these restraints at some point, or indeed have me sex you ever again, then you’re going to have to get used to it, this is what I expect of you now.”
She jolted at her restraints as yet another now unwanted spoon full of yoghurt was fed down her throat. She gulped, before taking on an irate tone with her increasingly brutish boyfriend. “ Stop a minute! Tom, I’m not saying that word, I don’t care what you expect. It’s disgusting!”
The words that came out of his mouth next were chilling. She knew now that there was a side to her lover that they should have never explored, as now things were getting weird.
“Make a sentence out of the following words” He growled.
“A... shit... give.. I...don’t!”
The silence between them was deafening. He dug his spoon lightly into her chest once again, enjoying her look of horror as he proceeded the game. "Now, open wide again little Whore, Mr aeroplane is coming in for another landing.”