Hopeful Valentine

It was Valentine's today. Hope and I had trekked up to the mountaintop the previous night. After a little exploring we had found a comfortable spot with a good view. I held her in my arms as we watched the starry night sky transform into a beautiful sunrise.

Exactly two years had elapsed since the incident. From that day on I had refused to let her hurt my balls- I didn't want a repeat of what had happened. This was until her birthday last November. Her birthday had been, in her own words, the best she had ever had. I loved the look of genuine excitement and happiness on her face at the end of that day, and since then I began to let her live out her fantasies more often. Today was going to be one of those days.

I produce a cardboard box from my backpack. "Happy Valentine's," I said as I handed it to her.

"But I didn't bring your one with me," Hope protested.

"This is for both of us, just open it!" I couldn't wait to see her reaction.

I followed her expressions intently as she carefully opened the box. Surprise. Then her cheeks blushed red. She turned to me.

"Does this mean?" She paused thoughtfully "Wait, for both of us?"

"Yep" I nodded.

She lifted the contents out of the box. They were soft restraints. She was visibly excited.

"Can I try them on?" She asked innocently as if she was talking about a pair of sunglassed.

"Here?" It was my turn to feel the blood flow into my cheeks. I had to double check "with your clothes on, right?"

Hope shook her head "There's no one for miles... come on, it's Valentines!" She stood up and tugged my hand. I got up.

"What do you want to do?" I couldn't hide the excitement in my voice either. We hadn't done anything so spontaneous in a long time.

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"I want you to take charge first. Take off my clothes, tie me up and do whatever you want until I say the safe word, um, "Scarlet". Then it's my go!"

She was wearing so many layers that taking them all off felt like opening up a russian doll. I stripped her down to her undergarments and admired her for a second. The orange-red sunlight illuminated her shivering pale body and she cast a long shadow.

"Why'd you stop?" She complained

I reached behind her back and undid her bra, freeing her breasts. I gave each a kiss and moved on to her panties. I peeled them off and gave her a quick kiss down there too. She giggled delightfully.

"Undress me!" I ordered, deepening my voice.

"Yes Mark!" Her voice was more high pitched than usual. She followed my command. God it was cold. I didn't care.

She shrieked and laughed as I picked her up in a fireman's carry, something I had learned in wrestling, and took her over to a nearby tree. I found a spot with suitably spaced branches and used them as anchor points for the restraints. She was tied up, her legs spread apart.

The question remained, what did she want me to do to her? I knew what she wanted to do to me but there's no way I could bring myself to cause her any pain. I crouched and started rubbing the back of her knees. I slowly moved up her leg up her thigh and close to her pussy, then back down again. I repeated a few times, moving closer and closer, teasing her.

She tried shifting her hips. "No moving!" I snapped pretending to sound angry.

"Sorry!" She giggled. I looked at her face. Her bright blue eyes were begging me to do something "Please?" She said.

I decided to give her what she wanted. My left thumb stimulated her clit, and my right index finger stroked her g spot. She was slippery. I kept going until her breathing became unsteady and her belly started contracting. She let out a moan.

"Silence!" I said. She tried her best but some sound still came out.

I felt her pussy squeeze around my finger as her legs fought the restraints and her body quivered. I kept going. She struggled for a full minute before desperately shouting "Scarlet!".

I stopped immidiately and embraced her. She dug her chin into my shoulder.

"Hope, are you alright?" I asked her. She continued to quiver in my arms for a few more moments.

She regained a little composer and replied "That felt fucking amazing, Mark!" Her face beamed, "Is it my turn now?" She asked.

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She had restrained me in the same spot I had her. I tried pulling my legs together. The restraints were solid.

Hope had placed her hands on my hips and her knee between my legs. She gently moved her knee up and down.

"So, Mark," she said, her voice still high pitched, "what's it gonna feel like when I drive my little knee into your naked sack?"

I gulped. She had never spoken to me this way before. "It'll hurt," I replied

"Mhmm," she continued "tell me more!"

"It'll hurt a lot?" I tried.

"That's so dry, give me some juicy details!" She slammed her knee into my crotch.

A sharp pain exploded down there followed by a strong aching feeling that radiated into my stomach. I wanted to curl into a ball but the restraints held me in place. She pulled back her knee and drove it up again. I closed my eyes and braced for impact. It never connected. I opened my eyes slowly.

Hope tilted her head slightly as she stared intently at my face. She broke character for a second "you know I'll make sure I never completely break you, like, you know, before?" Aw. She was worried about me. I nodded.

"I trust you, Hope," I did trust her. She kissed me on the neck and returned to character.

"Go on then! How did it feel? Or do you need another reminder?" She pulled her knee back threatiningly.

"It felt like a bomb went off between my legs and the shockwave travelled up into my belly" I tried making it sound jucier.

"What if I kicked you instead Mark? Would that hurt more or less?" She seemed genuinely curious.

She pulled her leg back. Oh no.

"More!" I answered quickly, "It would hurt more!"

"Perfect!" She said as she flung her bare foot into my most sensitive spot at lightning speed.

The pain from before almost doubled. I couldn't breath and I couldn't speak. She could see me struggling to close my legs. She pressed her naked body against mine. She felt hot. It was a nice change from the cold February air. She reached around my leg and grabbed my sore balls. I looked down at her and pleaded with my eyes.

"I want to give you a quick little squeeze, right now. Can I?" She asked.

I shook my head

"I think I can," she said said mischievously as I felt a pulse of pain travel through me.

"If you want me to stop you need be a bit more... pursuasive," she smirked. I realised she was waiting for my breathing to become less erratic, then she would squeeze again.

"Please? Every time you squeeze me in that spot, I want to curl into a ball on the floor and cry. So please don't squeeze me down there again" I begged

She looked satisfied with my answer. She squeezed again anyway and whispered in my ear. "What would you do if I squeezed as hard as I could. If I didn't stop. If I ignored the safeword and kept going?"

I suddenly felt myself overcome with terror. I couldn't do anything if she did that. I was completely powerless and at her mercy. Fuck. My eyes darted about as I panicked. I was shaking uncontrollably.

She let go of my balls, wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed my cheek. She touched my nose with hers and looked into my eyes. I avoided eye contact. I could feel her warm breath on my face. It smelled nice. I forced myself to look her in the eye. She was looking at me with a mixture of concern and love. My breathing steadied as I slowly realised I was in never in any real danger, that she would never ignore the safeword, and that she just got lost in the act.

"I'm sorry. I really scared you, didn't I? I'll always stop if you say the safeword" she whispered.

"It's okay, I trust you. You love me." I whispered back.

"I would do anything for you," she replied and touched my lips with her own.

We kissed passionately, for what felt like forever.

Then she released me, we packed the restraints and we dressed back up. The sun had risen high into the sky. It lit up Hope's blue eyes, making them appear even brighter than usual. As we trekked back down the mountain I realised how lucky I was to be in a relationship with her. I smiled to myself. I was glad we had the rest of the day to spend together. The rest of our lives even.

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