Ben followed Carol into her bedroom, dazzled still by the look of her in the slinky blue outfit. She took down a small box from the closet and pulled out several bunches of rope.
"You can start by bringing that stool over here and taking down those Boston ferns."
He did so, very quickly, as if he was afraid that at any moment she would change her mind.
"Good. Now hook these onto those eye bolts up there."
She handed him a pair of pulleys that already had a sturdy piece of rope fed through them. Each one hooked into place perfectly, and he realized at once that this was not the first time she had done this.
"Now take off your shirt and hold out your arms."
She quickly tied the ropes to his wrists, then pulled the other ends until his arms were straight. The pulleys were far enough apart so that his arms went up at a comfortable angle, and prevented him from twisting around. Then she went to the closet and brought back a long metal bar that had loops of rope at each end.
"We can't have much fun with those pants on, so off they come."
In a matter of seconds she had his pants and underwear off, much to his surprise. He already had an erection that would put a lot of men to shame.
"Now, I want you to think about you doing what I'm doing, to a lovely young lady strung up before you. Concentrate on how it feels to be completely at my mercy, totally under my control.
"Oh, there's one more thing. Whenever you play like this, you must agree on a special signal that the victim can use if they're in trouble. In case they get a cramp, or have to go to the bathroom, or something like that. Let's use the old playground standard, 'uncle.' OK with you?"
Ben nodded in agreement.
"Good. If you use it just to make me stop what I'm doing, you'll pay dearly!
"Now, you were very curious about how these clothes I have on feel. I can't think of a better way for you to find out than to wear these pants. Let's see if they fit you."
Carol stepped back so that he could see her clearly, and dropped her pants. His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when he saw what she was wearing.
"This is one of my little secrets. I love to wear things like this which excite me constantly. I want you to know that I have this on, and that it is keeping me right on the edge of an orgasm all the time that I am playing with you.
"Just in case you can't see it clearly, it has three narrow straps running down in front that join into one in back. The middle strap is pulled up between the lips of my vagina, and the outer straps are here, pressing against the lips, pushing them over the middle strap."
"Isn't that painful?" Ben asked.
"Well, yes, sometimes, but more than that it is very stimulating. I can enjoy it as much as I like without having to touch myself down there. And there is more."
Carol pulled her top off to expose her breasts. Ben saw at once that there was a small, shiny metal ring hanging from each nipple.
"These are called nipple clamps. They squeeze my nipples just enough to produce a constant sensation, actually a bit painful, but I like it. These leave the ends of my nipples free to rub on my blouse, which feels really good."
Carol bent down and picked up the slithering mass of nylon, straightened out the pants, and slipped them on him. They fit perfectly. His hard cock made a big bulge down his left thigh, the glans ridge running around the shaft clearly visible.
"Now, doesn't that feel good? Imagine what it must feel like for me to wear these pants all day, out in public, my legs and ass constantly being teased by the cool, slinky nylon. It really makes me horny."
"Oh Carol, they do feel really good. I wish I could wear them out in public. Why do you suppose it is that men don't do that?"
"Basic physiology. Men and women are different in the way they respond to sexual arousal. Women can take more and still do well. In fact, for many women, myself included, it makes the actual sex play better. Men just can't take as much for as long. It tires them out, even a big, strapping macho man. Men are much more visual, and can really get off watching their mate being aroused. If you wore those pants all day, and you kept on getting a hard on, you probably wouldn't do so well in bed later."
Carol started running her fingernails up and down the front of his thighs, pressing firmly but not too hard, carefully avoiding his cock.
"Ahhh! Oh, Carol!"
Ben's face became contorted in a way that looked more like she was inflicting pain than tickling him. His body jerked as he tossed his head back and rolled it around. He was trying not to cry out.
"Now, enough talking, let's get down to doing. Let yourself go, feel what I am doing, let it flow through you. Doesn't it feel good?"
"Oh yes! Ahhhh! That tickles! Oh, it feels so good!"
"Think of you doing this to me. What you are feeling, I would feel. Go beyond what my fingers are doing. Feel the pants all over your legs, how cool and soft they feel, how good they feel on your bare skin."
"Yes! Oh yes!"
"Now imagine that you are doing this to a girl who is very, very ticklish. Try to imagine how she would scream with laughter as you tickle her. Your fingers sliding over the slinky fabric are driving her crazy, and the cool touch of the nylon is tickling her even more, all over her body."
"Oh, I'd like that very much!"
Carol continued on for a bit, then suddenly stopped. She went to her box of goodies and took out an oddly shaped leather gizmo.
"When you are finally alone with your lady you need to remember another basic difference between men and women. A man's orgasm is very intense, and once he comes he has to wait awhile before continuing. With women it's different. We can come again and again, without stopping for a rest. So, if you want to explore really strong sex, remember that with a woman it's usually best to push on and let them come, because they can do it over and over. But with men, its better to make it last. I'm going to use this thing to let you enjoy our game as long as possible."
She pulled off the pants, then slid the strange leather thing over his dick. It was mostly a rectangular piece of moderately stiff leather with little eyelets along two sides that had laces running loosely through them. At one end a narrow strip of leather ran from one corner to the other. Another piece of soft leather was sewn along one of the edges with the eyelets.
She slipped it on so that the main part wrapped around his dick with the laces on top. As she tightened the laces the edges came almost together, and it squeezed his cock firmly. The narrow strap pulled up tight behind his balls, and the softer piece kept the eyelets from digging into his skin.
"Oh, Carol, that hurts!"
"Did I catch a hair, or pinch you someplace?"
"No, its just that it's so tight. It's squeezing my dick so hard."
"That you'll get used to in a minute."
Next she put what seemed like a normal belt around his waist, except that it had several metal rings attached to it, and cinched it up tight. She took out a piece of thin cord and tied the middle of it to the leather cock piece, then ran each end up to a ring near his hip. When she was done his dick was sticking straight out, and held firmly in place. The leather sleeve went from the base of his cock out about two thirds to the end, leaving the tip fully exposed.
"Ben, think of this as a bra for a dick. Of course, this is one bra you won't see in a Frederick's catalog. You probably won't be able to come until I take it off, and even if you do, you'll stay nice and hard. I think I have just the thing to use with this, something that will blow your mind.
Ben's dick bulged noticeably at this point. Held in its tight sheath, the swelling tip made Ben think of a clown blowing up one of those trick balloons where the tip gets big first.
While Carol went to rummage around again in her closet, Ben hung there in a kind of shock, his head spinning from the feeling of the sheath on his dick. The urgent throbbing he felt was joined in harmony by the sight of the bizarre things she wore on her nipples and in her crotch. He had fantasized countless times about something like this, but this went far beyond his wildest dreams.
Carol returned with something yellow and something dark blue, both made of the slinky nylon that he loved so much. She tossed them on the bed and stopped to put her clothes back on.
"You now, I like the way these feel so much I'd rather wear them than go naked. I hope you don't mind!"
Ben felt as if someone had just blown a lung-full of air into his toy balloon dick. He much preferred to look at her covered with stuff that he knew firsthand felt outrageously good on.
He recognized immediately what she took from the bed, the yellow dress that he had masturbated with several times, right there on the same bed. The sight of it filled him with lust.
"Now I want you to feel something that, ironically, a woman can't feel in quite the same way."
She shook out the gown, held it by the shoulders, and brought it up to touch lightly against the tip of his dick. Then she started pulling it slowly up and down.
There it was, that wonderful feeling he enjoyed so much! Yet it was completely different now. For one thing, it was only touching the tip of his cock, so he didn't get the tickling on his balls and ass like he did when he laid on his back on her bed. Then there was the matter of actually being tied up and unable to do anything about it, something that he had dreamt of nightly for such a long time, only with a girl as the victim. And there was Carol, a real, flesh and blood woman, doing it to him, wearing clothes that drove him crazy and things underneath he hadn't even dreamed of.
It felt so incredibly good. His cock throbbed in the grip of the tight leather sheath. The touch of the soft nylon was maddeningly light, yet it was producing powerful sensations that were becoming almost more than he could bear.
"I want you to think of my nipples, squeezed tight by those little clamps, the ends brushing against the cool, soft nylon of my blouse just as your dick is rubbing against this dress. My nipples are very sensitive, and it feels just as good to me as it does to you."
Ben let out a moan.
"That's it, let yourself go. I want you to suffer the agony of pleasure so powerful that you can't stand it. That's how I feel, right now. My whole body is covered with slinky fabric that feels incredible good. My cunt is on fire from the tight leather strap pulling up into it. There is a little slit cut in the strap right where my clit is, and I can feel my clit poking out into the slit and rubbing against the leather. The sensation is so strong that I want to scream, I want to rip off the leather, but I don't because I want it to go on and on."
Ben let out another moan, louder than the first. His prick felt like it was going to explode, yet he did not feel close to an orgasm.
"Think of all the women who wear dresses like this. Hundreds of them have bought them from me. Think how good it feels as they slip it on, naked underneath. I love to watch them when they come out of the dressing room, knowing that all they have on underneath is a little bikini panty. They always look surprised, preoccupied, relishing the feeling of the cool nylon on their bare skin."
Suddenly Carol stopped and put the dress on the bed.
"Oh Carol, don't stop. More, please, it's so good!"
"Sorry Ben. That's an eighty dollar dress, and I don't like having to wash cum stains out of it."
Ben felt a pang of guilt at hearing that, having unloaded into that very same dress two or three times.
"Well," he thought to himself, "at least I rinsed it out right away. It looks fine to me."
Carol picked up the blue fabric from the bed and held it out for him to see.
"This is a skirt I made for just this kind of thing. It's not quite as soft and liquid as the dress, but it's almost the same. I would be delighted to get cum all over it."
It was a simple, long, full skirt with an elastic waistband. She began dragging it over his dick, this time in a sideways motion. This produced sensations even stronger than before, and Ben truly began to feel as if he was being tortured. A delightfully unbearable torture by pleasure.
"I found this at a fabric store just down the mall from my shop. The sales clerk said that they had a hard time keeping up with the demand. Most of the customers were high school girls making prom dresses."
Carol was silent for a moment as she continued to drag to cool fabric relentlessly over his captive cock. Ben's head was reeling from the prolonged stimulation, enhanced with the sight of Carol, the knowledge of her stimulating undergarments, and the stories she was telling him. He thought he saw her gasp and shudder, and wondered if she had an orgasm. She didn't say.
Again she stopped teasing his cock. This time he didn't complain, and just hung there gasping for breath. His cock burned with a nice warm glow.
Carol removed the spreader bar from his ankles and slipped the skirt up to his waist. His cock held it out in front, held up by the cords attached to the belt around his waist. It looked comical, but it felt wonderful.
Carol reached out and slid her long red fingernails ever so lightly over the nylon shrouded tip, sending a shudder through his body and making his cock bulge even more. The movement caused the skirt to flow gently over his bare skin, producing the most delicate kind of tickling he could imagine. He thought of her, how she must be feeling the same thing from her slinky outfit, her cunt held in the grip of the tight leather straps.
Then he thought of Christine, his sister's sultry young friend that he had all but fallen in love with the other night, how she had looked at him, as if to say 'I want you, now!' He imagined her tied up like he was, wearing that yellow gown, running his fingernails over the smooth fabric, pushing it up to her crotch, flicking her clit ever so lightly, making it feel just like his cock did now. She begging him to stop, pleading, desperate to come, hungry for his cock, going insane from his tickling her clit and not letting her come. Her whole body awash in the pleasure of the sensuous nylon gown dancing over her skin.
Carol lifted her hand and grasped the fabric just below the waist above his cock and started pulling it up and down. The shiny blue nylon slid easily over his rock hard cock, like a waterfall cascading to the floor. To Ben it was like a lightening bolt shooting through him, but even so he couldn't help noticing how good it felt as the nylon slid all over his legs and ass.
"Think about a young girl masturbating," Carol murmured. "She's using a dildo, one with stiff rubber bristles covering the tip, and a series of thick ridges running around the shaft like cock rings. The feeling is as intense as what you're feeling now."
Ben moaned.
"Think of all of the high school girls who wear prom dresses made of this fabric. A room full of young girls, like your sister's friend, out for the first time in a dress that is seducing them all the time they are wearing it. Imagine how horny they get dancing with the young men. How excited they feel knowing that they look so sexy."
"Oh yes, please! Ohhhhh! Ahhhhh!"
"Pick out one, a real beauty, wearing a blue dress of the same fabric as this skirt. You are her date. You love the feeling of holding her in the slinky dress, and you dance together all evening. You keep running your fingers softly over her ribs, which tickles in a way that she secretly likes."
"Y- yes, I'd like that."
"Shhhh, you don't have to say anything. Just let yourself go."
Carol kept on dragging the fabric up and down over his cock. The touch was maddeningly light, yet it produced exquisite pleasure. Ben felt like this could go on for ever, and was sure that he would go out of his mind if it lasted much longer. And Carol's story was driving him crazy with lust.
"You fingers trace the outline of each of her ribs. She giggles and squirms, but doesn't make you stop. The tickling makes her very horny.
"You mention that it feels like she doesn't have any underwear on, and she whispers in your ear that all she has on is a g-string with a single layer of very shear nylon covering her pussy and a pair of pantyhose.
"She says that she has a run in her stockings, and decides it would look better to take them off. Now she is all but naked beneath the dress, and as you dance she keeps whispering how good it feels.
"The prom is over, and you offer to take her out for a bite to eat. You go to a dark, quiet place with linen tablecloths, and you sneak you hand under the tablecloth and start to tickle her thighs. She winces and squirms, but doesn't ask you to stop. You feel her legs spread apart, and you walk you fingers up her thighs to her crotch. You tickle her there, but she can't stand it and finally begs you to stop.
"As you walk to your car she suggests that you go someplace where you can be alone together.
"You drive up to Tantalus, and start to make out. You hold her tight and kiss her, and start running your hand over her breasts. She whispers that she liked being tickled at the dance and under the table. You start to tickle her ribs, very gently, and she tells you she likes it. You keep tickling her, shifting from her ribs to her breasts, her nipples, naked beneath the soft, smooth jersey. She goes wild when you tickle her there, one hand clutching the armrest and the other the back of your seat. Then you move down to her thighs, slowly working your way up. She laughs hysterically, and finally pulls away, gasping for breath.
"She says she loves it, but can't stand it. You suggest that she could if she were tied up. She looks surprised, then she opens her purse and takes out her pantyhose. She hands them to you and suggests that you to tie her hands behind her back.
"Then you begin again. You stroke each breast just like I was stroking your cock, flicking your nails over her nipples, running them up and down the soft mounds of her breasts.
"Her laughter gets louder, until she is screaming, her body writhing in her seat. She begs you to stop, but you don't, knowing that this is want she wants.
"You move down and tickle her knees, then up the inside of her thighs, taking your time.
"Finally you get to her cunt. You start ever so lightly and she keeps on giggling, louder than ever. Then you press a little harder and feel the soft nylon sliding smoothly over her shear panties. You can feel the bump of her clit easily through the supple dress, and her laughter changes to moans. Minutes go by as you keep rubbing her shiny dress over her clit, the jersey sliding smoothly over the single layer of shear nylon. Her eyes are closed, she pants and moans and tosses about frantically. Finally she comes, crying out as if in pain. You keep rubbing, and she comes again and again, her body wracked with convulsions.
And Ben came, screaming. Just as he started Carol grabbed the nylon covering his dick and squeezed it hard. White cum shot through the fabric, dripping in great blobs on the carpet. Carol spread out the fingers of one hand and brushed them hard back and forth across the end of his dick. He kept coming, the orgasm feeling like it would never end.
He felt Carol's grip weaken and opened his eyes. Barely conscience, he was marginally aware of her shaking as she stood in front of him. Yes, she even doubled over a bit, but mostly she kept bouncing up and down. She too was coming, and the tight straps in her cunt would not let her stop.