Melinda Duchamp: Fifty Shades of Alice in Wonderland

Alice’s breath caught in her throat. Somehow all of the burning in her loins had suddenly transferred to her breasts.

“Harder,” she said.

Pilar gave each a small pinch, and Alice grunted in appreciation.

“I’ll be right back,” he said, releasing her.

No! No, no, no!

Alice squirmed and strained and begged for him not to leave. She felt completely out of control, more frustrated than she’d ever been in her life. This teasing was intolerable, and she thought about using the safeword just so that wicked Pilar would untie her so she could touch herself.

However, she didn’t say the safeword. Because deep down, Alice realized she liked being teased.

It made no sense. It was like being hungry, and not being able to eat an apple only a few inches away. Or being terribly hot and thirsty and denying yourself a cool glass of lemonade. Or having an irresistible itch on your arm and being unable to scratch it.

But it was more than that. Alice yearned to know what other ways Pilar could torment her. She wanted to see how much teasing she could take before she burst. The throb had become a steady thrum of pleasure. Pilar’s tongue on her most intimate parts had awoken some primitive beast in her.

A beast that demanded to be fed.

“Let him try to tease me beyond endurance,” Alice said to herself, stiffening her upper lip. “I can handle anything he does. Even the riding crop. This can’t possibly get any more intense.”

Pilar came back from the cabinet with a leather bag. “Did you say something, dear Alice?”

“I said you can tease me however long you like. I can take it.”

“Is that so?”

“Indeed.”

Pilar reached his hand between her bare legs, rubbing her wetness, beginning the slow and steady rhythm again. Alice wanted to buck against him, to beg him to go faster, but she set her jaw and refused to give him the satisfaction of even a moan. But when Pilar took his hand away, Alice once again had to fight to not cry.

“Poor little Alice. How she suffers so.”

Pilar reached into his bag and took out a small, golden chain. On each end was a wooden, spring-action clothespin.

“These hurt somewhat going on,” he said. “But the real sensation begins when they are pulled off. The feeling is tripled.”

Pilar pinched some skin of her inner thigh, and clamped the clothespin down. It brought a brief pinch of hurt, but then only pressure. Alice thought, wickedly, how it would feel clamped down elsewhere on her body.

“See?” Pilar said. “Not bad at all. But when I remove it.”

He pulled off the clothespin, and the pinched bit of skin seemed to burn like she’d been struck with a wooden cane.

“Oh!” Alice cried out. It hurt, but as with the spanking, the sensation melded with the feeling in her shaven area, heightening the intensity of her longing.

“I shall clamp these onto your nipples,” Pilar said.

“No, you can’t!” Alice said.

“I can. And I will.”

Then his hand was between her legs again, rubbing and teasing. Alice clenched her jaw, watching as he brought up the clothespin, pinching the end so it opened like a tiny bird’s beak. He touched her nipple with it as she watched, helpless. Then he clamped it upon her.

Alice screamed. Not from pain. As before, somehow the heat between her thighs connected with the sensation in her breast, and a wave of pleasure hit her like a slap.

Panting now, her breath in short gasps, Alice watched as Pilar opened up the clothespin’s partner, circling it lazily around her areola as the fingers of his other hand thrust inside her with increasing speed.

“Do you want me to clamp this on your nipple?” he asked.

Alice couldn’t answer.

Pilar slowly began to withdraw his finger, until it barely touched her entrance.

“Yes!” Alice blurted out.

“Beg me.”

“Please, Pilar!”

The clothespin bit into her nipple just as he roughly entered her again, two fingers this time, going in and out with increasing speed. The pinch in her breast grew to encompass Alice’s whole body, and her eyes squeezed shut as a wave built inside her unlike anything she’d felt previously, and then “Not yet,” Pilar said, withdrawing his hand. “You aren’t ready.”

“I’m…” Alice gasped, “I’m ready.”

“I think not.”

“I really think I am.”

Pilar shook his head.

Alice wanted to scream. To cry. She was torn between wanting to strangle him, and begging him to touch her again.

“How about,” Alice said while panting, “we trade?”

Pilar narrowed his eyes. “Trade what?”

“Keep touching me, and I’ll…”

“You’ll…?”

Alice blurted out the most daring thing she could think of. “I’ll kiss you… on your private.”

Pilar laughed.

“What’s so funny?” Alice asked, the blush rising again, her hips yearning to brush against him.

“Dear Alice, when I’m done with you, you’ll be begging to deep throat my cock and swallow every last drop of my essence.”

Alice had never heard such vulgarity directed at her. As aroused as she was, the very idea was ludicrous. Just saying she would kiss him there was as outrageous as she could possibly get. There was nothing he could do to her to make her do that.

Pilar seemed to drink in the expression of disgust on her face, and reached into his bag again and held up a…

“What is that?” Alice asked.

It was shaped like Lewis’s manhood, but made of black plastic and quite a bit larger. There were also tiny bumps across the surface.

“This is one of my smaller models,” Pilar said.

“You call that small?”

“It’s about the same size as I am. I don’t have the bumps though. Open your mouth.”

Alice shook her head. “No. Absolutely not. I don’t care if you keep me here and tease me for eternity.” And secretly, part of her hoped he would. But Alice wanted no part of putting that plastic monstrosity in her mouth.

Pilar took something else out of the bag with his other hand. It was bigger, but not shaped like a body part. She recognized it from the store Sharper Image when she visited the mall. It was a back massager. An eighteen inch handle, with a soft rubber ball on the end that vibrated.

A back massage? Now? It didn’t make sense, although Alice was rather tense in the shoulder.

Without saying a word, Pilar switched on the massager — and pressed it between her legs.

Alice gasped. The feeling was so intense, so acute, it made everything that happened previously that day seem trivial.

“This is a Hitachi Wand,” Pilar said. “The most powerful massager in the world. Right now, you’re experiencing the low speed. This is the high speed.”

He pressed the switch.

The sensations doubled.

Alice feared she would pass out. The pleasure began to multiply exponentially, until her whole body was reduced to pure sensation. Alice couldn’t think, couldn’t talk. She became a complete prisoner of her own greedy desires. Just a few more seconds and she would Pilar took the wand away.

Alice screamed with a frustration so great she had no doubt they could hear it all the way back home.

“Open your mouth,” Pilar said.

Alice couldn’t take it anymore. This had to end. “Caterpillar,” she said.

“Yes? That’s me.”

“Release me.”

“Is that what you want?”

“I can’t take this anymore. I-”

And then the massager was against her again. When Alice cried out, Pilar slipped the black plastic member in her mouth.

Alice gagged, trying to spit it out, to repeat the safeword. But then she lost her mind again to the vibrations.

Pilar continued to tease her. He would rub it up and down her legs, missing the most sensitive spots on purpose, driving her mad. When he did place it against her, he shut off the power. Even so, just rubbing against it was heavenly, but each time Alice got close to reaching her peak, Pilar would pull away.