Slash Me Twice

I and Kink


I can't help but whistle happily as I roam around the kitchen looking for a glass I wouldn't mind breaking. Not that I want to break it, but there's always the possibility of it happening. I know my smile must look like that of a lunatic but I don't mind, since I finally found the perfect glass. Still whistling I fill the glass with some water, making sure that it's no more than a third full. It looks perfect in the freezer. Now I only have to wait. Damn. I hate waiting. I continue my random wandering through the flat I usually share with Sean. Did I open the window in the bedroom? It's still quite cold outside and that's just what I need. I wouldn't want our bedroom to be too warm, it would spoil my plans. I hate combination locks and even though I'd love to use a candle I won't. because I know that it would be too dangerous. Even in my strangest artist moods I'm not that crazy. Fun's alright as long as there isn't too much danger in it. The window is completely open now and a strange item on the window sill suddenly captures my attention. A sock. A red and green sock to be exact. Ugh. I don't know how Sean can stand wearing these things. Honestly, most of the socks Sean likes to wear should be forbidden or come with a might be hazardous for your eyesight warning. I'll leave it where it is. It's a small reminder of Sean and I know he'll be livid if he returns and his sock is still lying there - unwashed and everything. He has been gone for three days now and even though I miss him terribly, I am enjoying this time by myself, am enjoying being just me. I wait for a moment, shifting my weight from one feet to the other till the small vibrator butt plug I inserted earlier is settled comfortably wihtin me once more.
Another thing Sean doesn't need to know. I've managed to make Sean do a lot of things already, but I don't think he's ready to get to know this part of me. Pete has given us some days off, almost a week to be exact, and Sean is visiting his girls back home in England. I hope he won't see too much of his wife, or I'll have to suffer from the aftereffects of their meetings for days.

Somehow my feet carried me back to the kitchen. At least the water in the glass is already frozen. The surgery knife hits the ice with a strange thud. I force myelf not to sing out loud as water fills the rest of the glass. This ice cube will be big, but it's just what I need. If the ice thaws too fast, I'll be able to reach the knife way too fast and that would spoil the fun. And thud!
The freezer is closed again and I am left with nothing to do but wait for it to freeze. Sighing I pad back into the bedroom. Yep, everything I need is already on the bed and the nightstand - except for the icecube with the knife. I glare lovingly at the offending sock on the sill. I hate socks. I never wear them unless I have to and I know it drives Sean mad. What to do until the water is frozen? I'm too agitated for writing or painting and I know I wouldn't get a painting finished anyway, because I'd be running to the freezer every fife minutes or so. Sighing I decide to search the mess that is our corridor for some flip flops. I have to get out for a minute or I'll burst with excitement. A walk, maybe that is enough to keep me from staring at the water till it's frozen. And then I'll go through with my plan. This time it'll be all about me. Sometimes I just need to be the center of attraction.


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My breathing is almost laboured as I return from my walk. I slowly put one foot in front of the other. Just don't move too much. I am painfully aware of the butt plug and I am more than happy to return home. Hopefully the water is already frozen. Thank god, there are no stairs to the flat. Within seconds of slammind the door shut I am out of my jacket and shirt and panically looking for the remote control. Preparation is important, but my cock is already hard and twitching impatiently and I don't want things to be over so soon. Wouldn't do at all. For once I am truly in the mood and have the means to do what I feel and I don't want to spoil it too soon. I collect the glass of water from the freezer, pad carefully on to the bedroom, pull the curtains close and get rid of my clothes as soon as possible. The cool air is like a soft kiss on my skin, a tender whispers of the caresses I crave so much. A groan escapes my lips as I take my balls in hand and squeeze once, quickly but forcefully. I arrange the remote control for the vibrator and the glass of frozen water with the knife inside on the nightstand, just so close to the bed that I'll be able to reach them if I really try. Once more I am happy that Sean didn't object when I wanted to buy that wonderful iron frame bed for us. I bet he had no idea just how handy it can be. Shivering I switch on the music, singing happily along as the first words of Spark in the Dark lift into the air. There are times when I love Alice Cooper, and this is such a time. I take my time to prepare the two slipknots I need, already missing the little but plug. It's strange how wonderful these toys can be. I tie the ropes with the slipknots to the bedposts and then sit down on the edge of the mattress. I've chosen a simple scene, but there is one difficulty left. The rope around the ankles and the belt around the knees are easy, as is tying the rope from my ankles to the bedframe. Now to the tricky part. I inhale deeply and turn to my side, lying at the feet of the bed with my knees drawn towards my chest. The music changes to Only Women Bleed as I reach for the lubrication and use it generally on myself. My already half-hard cock wakes up again as I slowly slide my fingers in and out, forcing myself not to enjoy the touch too much. Dammit. The ice cube is already melting around the edges. The vibrator weighs ominiously in my hands but I am determined to go through with this, am deternimed to do this for myself. I arch my back, slowly sliding the tip of the vibrator across the cleft. Now. I relax my muscles, stroking myself once more, before pushing the vibrator in. Gods, when was the last time that I felt this stretched?

The sheets slide sensously over my naked body as I crawl up the matress until I am close enough to the slings I left at the top of the bed. I turn on the vibrator and then throw the remote control to the floor, where it finds a new home with a resounding thud. I cross my arms, slip my arms through the slipknots and pull sharply. The rope thightens painfully around my wrists and I am finally bound. I couldn't get out of this, even if I wanted to. My only chance is the knife and I can't get it as long as the ice cube hasn't melted. Oh fuck. Groaning I wrists and trash around as much as my bonds allow me to. I love this feeling, love being filled and not in control of the situation, love the vibration filling me and the guilty pain on my wrists and ankles. The coold sheets slide over my heated skin and I curse myself for not chosing sheets that would allow more fraction. I am whimpering so loud that I can barely hear the music, am rubbing myself against the matress, arching my back, desperate to be filled even further, but the vibrator cotinues its torturous rhythm. Fuck. I haven't done this for too long, I know that I won't last nearly long enough.

The ice isn't even half gone as I feel the familiar tightening in my loins, feel the hot liquid staining the sheets beneath me. I collaps on the bed, shivering violently and completely unable to fight the bonds anymore. I groan again. The vibrator is still switched on, is still sending waves if desire through my while I ride out the last echoes of my orgasm. Helplessly I stare at the slowly melting ice cube, cursing myself for being this weak and half-hoping that this will never end. Why didn't I do this again earlier? Somehow my laboured breathing is now in time with the slow vibrations spiralling through my back.

For a moment I just rest my head against the matress, unable to move even a single muscle. I haven't felt this content since Sean went on his trip to London and I want to savour the feeling, want to etch every sensation cursing through my body into my memory. My cock longs to harden again but I am too spent, too sated. Exhaling a shaky breath I slowly open my eyes, freezing as I sense some movement in the room. My hair tousled hair obscures most of my face but I am still able to see the shocked intense green eyes staring at me. Fuck. Sean has come home early. How the fuck am I supposed to explain this?


~Finis~