3 comments/ 89184 views/ 14 favorites Angel with a Devil Inside By: chatbug Chapter 1 - When I first met her We met about two years ago, in the mall. I still remember the first time I saw her. She was walking ahead of me in the mall, and I noticed her hair. She has beautiful waist length red hair. It is somewhat thick, and it just flows from her head. She was wearing it loosely and it was all I could see. I caught up with her, and her face was just as beautiful as her hair. I noticed her deep blue eyes as I looked at her and said, “Hi. I saw you walking and I just had to come over and meet you.” She laughed. I started thinking how lame that sounded, and I was a little embarrassed. I thought about walking away, when she stopped laughing and said, “I’m sorry I laughed. That’s the most honest pickup line I’ve heard all week, and I appreciate it, but it just struck me as funny. I didn’t expect to be hit on in the mall.” I asked her, “Would you like to get something to eat?” “Sure, why not”, she replied. We walked over to the food court, and she wanted a chicken salad. I got it for her, and I went over to the Chinese stand and got some beef hunan over rice. We sat down, and I said, “My name is Bert.” “I’m Angel. Pleased to meet you.” She put her hand out, and I shook it. We ate, and didn’t say much until we finished eating. I was a little nervous, and I asked her, “What do you like to do?” “I like getting oral sex”, she replied. She saw the look on my face, and she smiled. If she wanted to shock me, she did. She continued, “Actually, I love to drive around the area and visit all of the different places and parks. I’m glad I live here, where the beach is a couple of hours away, the mountains are an hour away, and the bay is less than an hour from here. How about you? What do you like to do?” “I like to read, mostly. I haven’t been to the beach yet, although I’ve driven over to the mountains and done some hiking. I’ve also been to some of the museums, especially when it gets cold. I’ve never been on the bay. Do you have a boat?” “No, but sometimes I’ve gone out with someone who has a boat. I mostly head over to the bay when I don’t have time for the beach. I like to just sit in the shade and watch the boats and think.” We talked for over an hour. I was attracted to her. She was smart and funny. I got her number and gave her mine. I called her later that week, and we went out the following Saturday. We drove to the mountains and hiked most of the afternoon. I had a really great time, and I think she did too. We went out to the movies and some of the local restaurants, and she went with me to an art museum. We got to know each other better. One night I brought her home from an Italian restaurant, and walked her to her door. I moved to kiss her good night, and instead of kissing she said, “Would you like to come in?” “Yes, I would, thank you”, I replied. We walked into her apartment building. She lived in one of those new apartment complexes where you had to be buzzed through the front door to get to the apartments. We walked down a hallway and arrived at her apartment door. We went in, and it was a nice two-bedroom apartment. It was interesting in that there was an interior hallway running parallel to the external hallway through the length of the apartment, and all of the rooms came off the interior hallway. The living room was first, then the kitchen, the master bedroom, the bathroom, and finally the second bedroom. The interior hallway seemed like a waste of space, but it was interesting. We walked into the living room, and sat next to each other on the sofa. We talked for a few minutes, and Angel climbed on my lap. She kissed me. We kissed for a few minutes, and she straightened up and took off her blouse. I guessed that she was wearing a 38C bra. I looked at her chest for a few seconds, and I kissed the top of her large breasts. She pulled my head up and kissed me. While we were kissing, she took her bra off, and put my hands on her breasts. She leaned back while I played with her breasts. They were soft and cuddly. Her nipples hardened as I played with them. She had nice round breasts that seemed larger than a C cup. She let me play with her breasts for a few minutes before she got up from my lap. She pulled me up from the sofa, and led me to her bedroom. She had oak bedroom furniture and an interesting oak bed frame. The headboard and footboard both were made of oak posts. Light oak posts approximately one-inch square alternated with gaps of about one-inch. The headboard and footboard were framed with a nice three-inch piece of slightly darker oak. We kicked off our shoes. I took off her skirt and panties, while she took off my shirt, slacks, and boxers. She sat on the bed while I knelt down on the floor and took off her stockings. I got up and sat down on the bed. I picked up my legs one at a time, and she took off my socks. We were both naked, and we just looked at each other for a few seconds. Her bush was as red as her hair, and neatly trimmed. I’m not an athlete, but she seemed happy with what she saw. We lay down, and we kissed and cuddled for a while. She pushed me on my back, and climbed up on me, straddling my face with her pussy. I was happy to see that she shaved around her pussy. “Eat me”, she commanded as she dropped her pussy on my face. I licked the juices from her already wet pussy, and searched for her clit with my tongue. She had an interesting taste, slightly salty, but not too strong. I wrapped my arms around her back and licked her pussy and sucked on her clit for several minutes. I could feel her wiggling and hear her moaning and panting. I think she came three times before she got off my face. She lay on my chest for several minutes resting before she sat up. I rubbed her back, and felt her putting a condom on my throbbing cock. She hopped on my cock, and rode it. I enjoyed lying there and watching her breasts swing up and down. Since I could see her face, I was surer when she had an orgasm. After her second orgasm, she collapsed on my chest. I ran my hands along her back while she rested. My cock was still warm and hard inside her. After a few minutes she looked up at me and asked me, “Did you come?” I replied, “Sorry, but no I didn’t”. She said, “Oh”. “I don’t come usually during intercourse. I’m not physically sensitive. It’s alright.” “What do you do, usually?” “I usually play with myself. Don’t worry about it, I’ll take care of it later.” ”I’ll take care of it now.” She got up and left the room. She returned a minute later with a hand towel and some baby oil. She took the condom off my cock, and threw it away. She put some baby oil on her right palm, and started masturbating me. She lay down beside me, and we kissed while she played with my cock. It took a few minutes, but I came. She cleaned me up with the hand towel, then cleaned the baby oil from her hand. We cuddled for another half-hour before she said, “It’s getting late.” I took the hint and got up and got dressed. She walked me to the door. I kissed her good night, and left. We kept dating, and most of the time we would end up in her bed. She always wanted me to eat her, and to fuck with her on top. I almost never came during her fucking. She would masturbate me after we fucked, and we would cuddle for a while before I left. One night she was resting on my chest after her fucking. She looked up at me, and asked, “Did you come?” I answered, “No”. She sat up on my hips, with my hard cock still in her. She put her hands on her hips, glared at me, and asked, “Why not? Is there something wrong with me? Don’t you like fucking me?” I thought for a minute before answering, “Yes Angel, I love having sex with you. No, there’s nothing wrong with you. I’ve always had trouble cumming during sex. I’m not very sensitive. I’ve always needed to masturbate to orgasm.” She continued to glare at me. “I’m not going to masturbate you any more. I’m tired of it. It may be pleasurable for you but it’s gotten boring for me.” I looked up at Angel. I could see she was serious. I replied, “I’m sorry that I’ve imposed on you. If you don’t want to masturbate me any more, then you don’t have to.” She got off my cock, and I got up and started getting dressed. She sat on the bed and watched me as I left the bedroom. I let myself out of her apartment and went home. I didn’t call her for almost a week. I was a little angry at the way she surprised me in the bedroom. If she was tired of masturbating me she could’ve told me when we weren’t in bed. But I remembered the good times we’d had, and I called her for another date. We went out, and had a good time. She didn’t invite me in. We kept dating, and sometimes we ended up in her bed. I always ate her, and fucked with her on top. I never came. We would cuddle afterwards, and I would leave. One night after a date Angel invited me in. We were sitting on the bed naked, and I expected to lay down and eat her. Instead, she said, “Bert, I’ve been thinking. It’s not fair to you for us to keep having sex like this. I orgasm constantly, but you don’t. I’ve been doing some reading on the Internet. Have you ever heard of a masturbatrix?” I was surprised. I thought for a minute and answered, “No I haven’t. It sounds something like a dominatrix.” She smiled at me. “You’re right. Do you know what a dominatrix does?” I thought for a couple of minutes. “I’ve never seen a real dominatrix. I’ve seen pictures and drawings though. They tie up men and torment them in some manner. Or the men wait on and serve the dominatrix.” She smiled at me and took my hands in hers. “A dominatrix is a woman that dominates either men or women. Bondage, torment, or service can fulfill the feelings of domination, yes. Have you ever fanaticized about serving a dominatrix?” “I don’t know. Sure, I’ve seen the pictures, and some of them have aroused me. I’ve never really thought about it before. Why do you ask?” “Like I said before, I’ve been doing some reading on the Internet. A masturbatrix is a dominatrix that focuses on and torments a man’s cock. You got me started thinking about the subject. Our first time in bed, I was surprised that you didn’t come, and needed to be masturbated. I hadn’t masturbated anyone other than you since I was in high school. At first, I didn’t mind, but I got more and more resentful each time. Finally, I blew up at you that night, and I’m sorry I did that. That was a bad time, and wasn’t fair to you. I started searching on the Internet to see how common your lack of sensitivity was, and I found some medical research. I also found several dominatrix and masturbatrix stories on Usenet. I got wet and horny just reading them, and I decided I was interested in learning how to be a masturbatrix. I know you’d be a good subject because of your lack of sensitivity. Would you be willing to submit to me as your masturbatrix?" I didn’t know what to say. “I don’t know. I can tell you’re excited about trying this out, but I don’t know how I feel about submitting to you. Will you give me some time to think about it?” “Yes, you can think about it. Let’s cuddle.” We lay on the bed and kissed and cuddled for a while. Then I ate her, and she fucked me. She was lying on my chest resting while I rubbed her back with my hands. I was thinking about how good my life with Angel was, and answered, “Yes, I will submit to you, my masturbatrix.” She sat up on my hips with my hard cock still in her and grinned at me. She rubbed my chest with her hands and said, “I’m happy you decided to serve me. I think you’re going to like this. I will let you know when I want to be a masturbatrix by wearing a particular outfit.” She got up off of me, and walked over to her closet. She pulled out a black patent leather skirt and top, and put them on. The top was low cut and barely covered her nipples. She looked very erotic, and my cock jumped when I saw her in the leather outfit. “When I’m wearing this outfit, I am Mistress Angel. You will not speak, except to answer me. Do you understand?” I got the idea. “Yes Mistress”, I answered. “Good.” She walked over to the dresser, and pulled out a pair of handcuffs and a belt from the top drawer. She walked to the side of the bed and handcuffed my wrists to the headboard. She wrapped the belt around my ankles and buckled it. She pulled the condom off my cock, and threw it away. She sat on the side of the bed and slapped my cock a couple of times. “This little toy is mine now. I intend to have some fun with it.” She got up and walked over to the dresser. She pulled a pair of black gloves from the top drawer, and put them on. They covered her hands and forearms all the way to her elbows. She came back and sat on the side of the bed. Now that she was closer, I could see that she was wearing lace gloves. She rubbed her hands on my chest, and I could feel the roughness of the lace against my skin. She rubbed my chest with her hands for a few minutes, and asked, “Do you want me to play with you now?” “No Mistress”, I answered. “You seem very aroused. Are you sure you don’t want me to play with you now?” “Yes Mistress”, I answered. “Very well. Eat me.” She climbed up on me, and I could see she was also wearing black patent leather pumps with 3” heels. I hadn’t noticed her putting them on, and I was surprised. She sat on my face, and dropped the skirt around my head. I had eaten her dozens of times before, but this was different. I was bound, and the skirt made it dark and kept me from seeing what I was doing. She had already came eight times before she tied me up, and she stayed on my face until she came four more times. I wasn’t sure how long I was eating her, but my jaw was getting very sore. She got up from my face, sat on the side of the bed, and asked, “Do you want me to play with you now?” I guessed that eventually she would masturbate be no matter how I answered, but I wanted to see what she was going to do. “No Mistress”, I answered. She shrugged her shoulders, and said, “Too bad. You seem horny.” She reached over to the end table by the bed. She opened the drawer, and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, a lighter, and an ashtray. She lit a cigarette and took a puff. I was shocked. I had no idea that Angel smoked. I don’t like being around people who smoke, but I found myself getting aroused. I think it was the bad girl image I was seeing that was arousing me. She finished the cigarette, and took her top off. She straddled my legs, lit another cigarette, and took a puff. I was very aroused. The sight of Angel topless and smoking was making me very horny. The gloves and skirt just made her breasts that much more obvious. She looked like a very evil woman. She started stroking my throbbing cock with her left hand, lightly at first. I felt the roughness of the lace on my cock. She kept stroking until she finished her second cigarette. She lit another cigarette, and continued the stroking. She was stroking harder now, and it felt like sandpaper against my cock. I came just before she finished the third cigarette. I looked at my cock and noticed that it was bleeding. Angel got off my legs, and put the cigarettes on the end table. She untied me, and put a cloth on my cock until the bleeding stopped. I got dressed, and left. Chapter 2 - I learn my place I called Angel a couple of days later to arrange our next date. She asked me, “How did you like me dominating you?” “I was surprised at how much I enjoyed your performance. You really put some thought and preparation into it, getting the leather outfit and gloves. I was definitely aroused watching you tease me and smoke.” “Will you submit to me as your masturbatrix?” “Yes Mistress, I will.” “Good. I enjoyed being so mean and nasty to you. In the future, when you come to pick me up for our date, if I answer the door dressed normally, we’ll go out. If I answer the door wearing my leather outfit, you will serve and obey me for the evening.” “Yes Mistress.” “I gush every time you say Mistress. I’m looking forward to our next session. Talk to you later.” When I arrived at Angel’s apartment to pick her up for our date, I was a little scared. I wasn’t sure how I felt about her surprising me with the leather outfit. She answered the door wearing a nice outfit, and we went out and saw a movie. After the movie, we returned to her apartment, and had a nice evening of cuddling and sex. A couple of days later, we went out again, this time to a nice Italian restaurant. After we ate, we returned to her apartment. The first time Angel answered the door wearing her leather outfit, I was actually kind of glad. I noticed she was also wearing black hose. She let me in, and commanded, “Strip in the living room”. I went to the living room, and took off my clothes. Once I was naked I stood there, waiting for her next command. I didn’t have to wait long. “Put your arms behind your back, and spread your legs.” I put my arms behind my back and spread my legs. I found that holding my wrists made it easier. “Good. I want you to stand like that whenever you are not otherwise serving me.” She left the room, and let me stand there for about ten minutes before she came back and commanded, “Come with me”. I followed her into the second bedroom, which I hadn’t seen before. The room was empty, except for a television set. There were a couple of eyebolts in the ceiling, about six feet apart, with a rope tied to each one. There was a wooden box on the floor, about two feet square and a foot high. “Stand on the box facing the TV.” I got on the box, and she used a small stepladder to tie my wrists to the ropes hanging from the ceiling. After she tied both my wrists, she picked up a spreader bar in the corner of the room that was about three feet long. “Get off the box and spread your legs.” I did, and the ropes tied to my wrists became very taut. She moved the box to the side, and tied the ends of the spreader bars to my ankles. When she was finished, I could just barely touch the floor with my heels. If I stood on my tiptoes it eased the strain on my wrists. I was wondering how long I was going to be tied like this when she walked over to the TV. “Watch this video. We’ll discuss it afterwards.” Angel turned on the VCR, turned out the light, and left the room, closing the door. The tape had to rewind, which took a few minutes. My eyes had time to adjust to the dark room. The tape started, and it was an X rated tape with a dominant woman and a submissive man. The woman was very attractive, with long blonde hair and obvious breast implants. She had on shoulder length black gloves, stockings, and pumps with four or five inch stiletto heels. Her breasts and pussy were completely exposed. The man looked slightly athletic. He was naked. The video started with her standing and him kneeling before her on a hardwood floor. His wrists and ankles were bound together behind his back. She walked around him and verbally abused him for several minutes while he looked down at the floor in front of him. She called him “a worthless prick”, “slime”, “not worthy of me”, “disgusting dog shit”, and many other things. Then she poured a box of tacks on the floor, walked over to the sofa, lit a cigarette, and commanded, “Crawl over here and eat me, you worthless toad. You better get here before I finish this cigarette.” He started to crawl over to her, but with his wrists and ankles tied together he could only move an inch or two at a time. She was leaning back on the sofa, smoking, watching him crawl through the tacks to her. After a few minutes he finally made it over to her and ate her pussy. She had a couple of orgasms, then pulled his head back. The video cut to some kind of dungeon. He was tied up like I was, except his wrists and ankles were bound with chains attached to leather restraints instead of ropes. I could see that his knees were all cut up, I suppose from the tacks. She was standing in front of him, whipping his chest and cock with a cat-o-nine tails whip. She moved all around him, whipping his back, bottom, arms, and legs. Then the video cut to him being bound by his wrists and ankles on some sort of table. There was this leather thing wrapped around his cock and balls, attached to a rope going through a pair of pulleys hanging from the ceiling. She pulled on the rope, and pulled him up off the table by his cock until his bottom was at least three or four inches off the table. She left him hanging by his cock for a few minutes while she smacked his legs and chest with a riding crop. Angel with a Devil Inside The video cut to her lying down on a bed. She was completely naked. Now I was sure she had breast implants, because her breasts were still jutting into the air. She was smoking, and looking towards the foot of the bed. Then the camera cut to him. He was standing about four feet beyond the foot of the bed, with his wrists bound behind his back with leather restraints. The leather thing was still on his cock. The camera angle changed a little, and I could see that there was a rope tied to the leather thing, that went through his legs and up to a pulley attached to the ceiling, then back to the floor. There were barbell weights tied to the rope. They looked like five and ten pound weights, and they were all lying on the floor. There looked to be at least a dozen weights on the floor. Then the camera cut back to her finishing her cigarette, holding up her arms, and saying, “Come here and pleasure me, you worthless excuse of a man.” He started walking towards the bed, and just as he got to the foot of the bed, the camera showed a five-pound weight leaving the floor. He winced, then bent over and started kissing and licking her toes. He moved up her legs, and when he got to her knees, the camera showed that a ten-pound weight left the floor. By the time he was kissing near her pussy, there were twenty-five pounds of weights hanging on the rope pulling on his cock. He started to eat her pussy, and she said, “No, you moron, I want some foreplay first.” She pulled him up to her breasts, and he sucked on her nipples. The camera showed forty pounds of weights hanging on the rope. After a few minutes, she pulled him up to her face and kissed him. He was grimacing, and the camera showed fifty pounds hanging on the rope. After a few more minutes, she let him slide back down the bed to her pussy. He ate her with gusto, and I’m sure his cock felt better with only twenty-five pounds pulling on it. She had a couple of orgasms, and then the video ended. The video was rewinding when Angel came back into the room. She turned on the light and I could hear her turning the TV off. When my eyes finally adjusted to the light, she was standing in front of me on the box, smoking a cigarette. Her face was a little above mine. She looked down at me and said, “Well, what did you think? Did you enjoy the video?” I didn’t know what she wanted me to say. “No, Mistress”, I answered. “Liar. I can see how hard your cock is.” She gave my cock a couple of slaps with her left hand, and continued, “Now tell me, what did you enjoy the most on the video?” I didn’t want to tell her. I was afraid she was going to act out the scenes from the video. Admittedly, they were arousing to watch, but I wasn’t sure if I wanted her to actually do those things to my cock or me. But I was still bound, and I decided to tell her the truth. “The last scene, Mistress, where he was pleasuring her while weights were pulling on his cock.” She took a drag of the cigarette, and grabbed my balls with her left hand. She squeezed my balls lightly and said, “Good. Now tell me the rest of the scenes from the video in the order they aroused you.” I took a deep breath and answered quickly. “The scene where he crawled through the tacks to get to her. Then the scene where he was tied on the table suspended by his cock and whipped. Then the scene where he was tied like I am now and whipped. Least, the scene where she was verbally abusing him, Mistress.” She gave my balls a hard squeeze, then let go. She took a drag of the cigarette, then grabbed the back of my head. She pulled my face into hers, kissing me, and exhaling at the same time. I didn’t like the taste of the cigarette smoke, but I was aroused by what she was doing to me. After she kissed me, she said, “Good. You must be honest with me so that I can torment you properly. I enjoyed watching the entire video. I bet I came at least eight times while I watched it. Did you come any?” “No, Mistress”, I answered. “Too bad.” She slapped my cock a few times with her left hand. She was almost finished with the cigarette, so she stepped off the box, moved it to the side, and walked over to the TV. She put the cigarette out in the ashtray on top the TV, then walked over to the closet. She came out with a pair of handcuffs and a plastic mop bucket. She came over to me, locked one half of the handcuffs around my cock behind my balls, looped the handcuffs through the bucket handle, and then locked the other half of the handcuffs around my cock behind my balls. The empty bucket was hanging from my cock. She left the room, and returned a few minutes later with a couple of pitchers of ice water, one in each hand. She put them down on the wooden box, then left the room again. She returned with a glass. She had put on the black lace gloves. She poured a glass of ice water from one of the pitchers, and moved in front of me. She started stroking my cock lightly with her left hand, while sipping from the glass. After a few minutes, she poured the glass of water into the bucket. Then she walked over the to pitchers, poured another glass of water, and moved in front of me. Again, she started stroking my cock lightly with her left hand, while sipping from the glass. Again, after a few minutes, she poured the glass of water into the bucket. She repeated this several times, each time the bucket filling with water, getting heavier. I lost count, but I guess she poured more than a dozen glasses of water into the bucket, each glass adding to the weight, pulling more and more on my cock. Finally, she put the glass down, moved the pitchers off the box and on the floor, lit a cigarette, moved the box, and stood on it in front of me. She blew smoke in my face while she masturbated me with her left hand. I came just as she was finishing the cigarette. I was already tired from standing on my toes on and off for well over ninety minutes. Cumming felt good but afterwards just made me pull on my wrists more. She kissed me, then unlocked the handcuffs from my cock. She untied the spreader bar, and I could finally put my legs together and stand on my feet. She used the stepladder to untie my wrists. I almost fell down when my wrists were untied, but I was able to keep standing. I went into the living room, got dressed, and left. Chapter 3 - Getting used to her moods I called Angel a couple of days later to arrange our next date. She didn’t bring up our session, and I didn’t either. Our next date was a trip to the zoo, and it was an enjoyable couple of hours. When we got back in the car, I asked her, “So how’s my masturbatrix?” She just stared straight ahead and didn’t say a word, so I started the car, and took her home. She invited me in, and we would up in her bed. I ate her, and she got on top of me for sex. After the sex while she was resting on my chest, I asked her, “Do you like being my masturbatrix?” She suddenly sat up, my cock still in her pussy, and slapped me across the face. She screamed, “Don’t you ever bring that subject up with me on an ordinary date, do you understand!” I was confused by her reaction, and I almost said “Yes, Mistress”. What I actually said was, “I’m sorry Angel.” She got up, and I got up, got dressed, and went home. We went out on three more dates. I think we went to a movie, a Mexican restaurant, and an art museum. The conversation was normal for a couple that had been going out for a few months. I didn’t bring up the subject of masturbatrix again. I was wondering if she would ever greet me at the door in her leather outfit again. I guess I enjoyed our sessions. They scared me somewhat, but each time I remembered what she had done to me, I’d get aroused. After the dates we would return to her apartment, I’d eat her, then she’d get on top of me for some sex. All in all we were a rather ordinary couple. I was a little surprised when Angel answered the door in her leather outfit. I didn’t say a word, but went into the living room, stripped, and stood there with my hands behind my back, waiting for her command. She didn’t say a word to me, and didn’t even come into the living room for about fifteen minutes. She walked in carrying a pair of handcuffs, a leather strap, and a glass of ice water. She put the strap and glass down on the coffee table, then walked behind me. I unclasped my wrists, and she locked the handcuffs on my wrists, behind my back. She walked back to the coffee table and picked up the leather strap and the glass of water. She came back to me, knelt down on the floor, and attached the leather strap to my cock behind my balls. I heard her say, “This doesn’t fit”, and I felt her immerse my cock in the ice water. I watched as my cock shrank to almost nothing, and she put the glass of water down. She locked the end of the strap around my cock, then she stood up. “Let’s see if this harness works.” She kissed me for several minutes. At first my cock was cold and soft, but the kisses warmed me up, and I started to get hard. Before I got very hard I felt several dozen pricks all around my cock, especially at the tip. After a passionate French kiss I couldn’t stand the pain any longer and I said, “Ow ow ouch”. She stopped kissing, looked down at my cock, and said, “Good. The cock harness is working. Follow me.” I followed her into her bedroom. She said, “Stand over there by the bed.” I did as she said, and she pulled a ten-pound barbell weight out of her closet, with a piece of twine tied to it. She walked over to me, put the weight on the bed, and knelt down behind me to tie the end of the twine to my cock harness. She got up, and slid the weight off the bed. The weight yanked on my cock when it fell off the bed, but once the shock was over, the weight tugging on my cock wasn’t so bad. “Stand over by the TV facing the bed”, she commanded. I walked over to the TV, very slowly to keep the weight from swinging, turned around and faced the bed. She turned the room light off, turned on a lamp by the side of the bed, and took her leather clothes off. Once she was completely naked, she climbed into bed. She was lying with her head on a couple of pillows, so she could look directly at me. She just lay on the bed for a few minutes looking at me. My eyes were adjusted to the dimness of the room, and I could see her very well. She reached over to the end table, got a cigarette, lit it, and lay back down on the bed. I watched her lay there smoking, even though my cock hardened at the sight of her naked and smoking, and it hurt. I had never seen her smoke naked before, and I found it erotic. I’m not sure why, I guess it had a lot to do with her being completely naked, and it made her seem bad. After Angel finished the cigarette, she reached over on the end table and picked up a remote. She turned on the TV, and after a couple of minutes I could tell she was watching an X rated domination tape. It wasn’t the same tape I’d seen before, and I couldn’t see this one, but I could hear what they were doing. I would get hard, and my cock would hurt. The pain would throb until I got soft again. Then I’d hear the video and I’d get hard again… After a few minutes of this I saw Angel roll over and get something from the end table drawer. When she was lying on the bed again, I could see she had a vibrator, and was using it against her pussy. Watching Angel masturbate was just too much for me, and I got very hard. I tried very hard to keep from screaming at the pain in my cock, especially the head. While the tape was playing on the TV, Angel had about eight orgasms. Between the pain, and hearing Angel orgasm, I could hardly hear the video. After Angel finished playing with herself, she fell asleep. The video played to the end, rewound, and started again. I didn’t want to wake Angel up, but I had no idea how long she would sleep. The video was playing for the fourth time when Angel woke up. She turned the TV off, and got another cigarette. She lay in bed smoking, and watching me stand there. I didn’t get as aroused watching her smoke, because I was tired of standing there. I hardly noticed the weight on my cock. After Angel finished the cigarette she commanded, “Come here and pleasure me like you saw on the video.” I walked over to the bed, bent over, and licked and sucked on her toes. After a few minutes, I kissed up her legs to her pussy. I climbed on the bed and slid up to where she was lying. I was glad to have the weight off my cock. I sucked on her nipples, then we kissed for several minutes, even though I got hard and the harness pricked my cock. I slid back down the bed, and Angel kicked the weight off the bed with her foot. I ate her to three more orgasms. She pushed me away from her pussy, and I stood at the foot of her bed for about fifteen minutes while she rested. Angel got up and put the weight on the bed. She untied the weight, and put it away in her closet. Then she unlocked the handcuffs from my wrists, and commanded, “Lay down on the bed.” I did so, and she handcuffed my wrists to the headboard, and tied my ankles to the corners of the bed. She turned the lamp off and left the room. I’m not sure how long I was in the dark tied to the bed, I may have fallen asleep. I heard the door open, and she turned the lamp on again. She climbed up on my legs, and lit another cigarette. I was a little more rested now, so the sight of her sitting there naked and smoked aroused me. The harness pricked my cock until I got soft, then I would see her smoking again and get hard… She watched my face and my cock as she smoked. I think that every time the harness pricked my cock, she would gush. I could feel how hot and wet her pussy was against my legs. After a couple of cigarettes, she took the harness off my cock. It sprang up, finally able to get hard without getting pricked. She poured some baby oil on her left palm, and started stroking me. After all the pricks, the baby oil felt really good against my cock. It was cold at first, but the friction warmed the oil up quickly. She lit another cigarette, and between the stroking and watching her smoke naked I got very hard. I almost came three times while she was smoking, but she would stop stroking just before I came. She’d wait until I’d calmed down some, then she’d start stroking my cock again. After Angel finished the cigarette, she poured a lot of baby oil on her left palm. She lit another cigarette, and started stroking my cock again. Rather than the smoothness I’d felt before, I felt an extreme roughness. I looked at my cock, and I could see her left palm was covered with something dark and scratchy. I was puzzled, until I heard her say, “Coffee grounds. I read on the Internet that they’re just perfect for painful masturbation.” She was right. This felt worse than the lace gloves. She smoked a couple of cigarettes, stroking my cock with coffee grounds before I came. My cock was bleeding from several places when she was finished. She got up, and left the room. She came back a couple of minutes later with some cloth. She held the cloth against my cock until it stopped bleeding. I thought she was going to untie me, but she turned the lamp off and left the room. I’m not sure how long I was in the dark tied to the bed, I’m sure I fell asleep. I heard the door open, and she turned the lamp on again. She had her leather outfit back on, but not the lace gloves. She sat down on the side of the bed and asked, “How are you feeling? Did you sleep well?” “Yes Mistress”, I replied. I wondered what she had planned, and what time it was. Thank goodness it was Friday night or Saturday morning. I was sure that this was the longest that I’d been under her control. She left the room, and came back with a razor, shaving cream, and a bowl. She shaved all around my cock and balls. It took a while because I was hairy down there. When she was done, I felt a little itchy. She left the room with the razor and bowl, and came back with a washcloth. She put the washcloth against my cock and balls, and I almost screamed. The washcloth was soaked with after-shave. My cock was all scratched up from the coffee grounds, and I guess I had a few cuts on my balls from the shaving. She left the washcloth on my balls for a couple of minutes, and the pain subsided. She said, “Keep your hair trimmed down there. I don’t like it hairy.” She climbed up on my face and commanded, “Eat me”. I ate her to a couple of orgasms, and she got up off of me. She left the room, and came back a few minutes later. Angel sat down on the side of the bed, and climbed up on my legs. My arms and legs were stiff, and I knew I was going to be sore after she untied me from the bed. She put some baby oil on her left palm, and started stroking me. The oil felt pretty good on my cock, but I knew she was going to do something to hurt me. Despite my apprehensions, I got hard from her stroking. I was starting to enjoy the feelings, but as soon as I was about to come, she stopped stroking. She waited until my cock softened before she started stroking again. I wondered what she was going to do to me this time. She wasn’t naked, she wasn’t smoking, and she didn’t have those lace gloves on. She brought me to the brink of orgasm several times, stopping before I came; waiting until I’d calmed down before she started stroking again. Finally, after twelve missed orgasms, she kept stroking until I came. She cleaned me up, and untied me. I stretched my arms and legs for a few minutes before I got up, went into the living room, got dressed, and left. It was 4:30 Saturday morning. She had tormented me for almost ten hours. Chapter 4 - The devil comes out and goes out We went on four ordinary dates. I was convinced that Angel had developed a split personality. On our ordinary dates, she was sweet and caring. She never smoked that I saw. I knew that she didn’t want me to even mention masturbatrix when we were together. As my mistress, she was bitchy and wanted to hurt me. She also smoked. I was beginning to think of her as my “Angel with a devil inside”. Angel surprised me when she opened the door wearing her leather outfit. She had a black patent leather purse on her shoulder. I walked in, and she commanded, “Take your boxers off, and get dressed.” I walked into the living room, and took off my shoes, pants, and underwear. I put my pants and shoes back on, then stood in the position with my legs spread and my arms behind my back. She looked at me for a minute, then commanded, “Let’s go, you’re taking me out tonight.” I followed her to my car. She got in, and I got in the driver’s seat. I started the car, and she said, “Let’s stop at the Burger King down the street. Use the drive through lane.” I drove over to the Burger King, and got in the drive through lane. “I want a Coke. You’re not getting anything.” I drove up to the speaker, and ordered the Coke. Angel unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. She squeezed it until it was hard and commanded, “Don’t take your hands off the wheel.” We drove around to get the coke, with Angel squeezing on my cock every so often to keep it hard. The girl working the window didn’t say a word when Angel gave her two dollars, took the change, and took the Coke from her. I knew the girl saw my cock. I was glad that I didn’t know her, and that she didn’t freak out. As we pulled out of Burger King, Angel commanded, “We’re going to the disco.” She would squeeze my cock every so often as we headed to the disco. It was more of a nightclub, but it had a small dance floor and they played disco music. When we pulled into the parking lot, she commanded, “Put that away, and let’s go in.” I put my cock in my pants, and zipped them up. We walked into the disco, and Angel led me away from the dance floor to a quiet table. We sat down, and I ordered us a couple of drinks. The guys there all saw what Angel was wearing, and most of them came by to try and pick her up. She brushed them all off, and soon we were alone. Angel reached over, unzipped my pants, and squeezed my cock until it was hard. It was fairly dark in the disco, so I didn’t think anyone could see what she was doing. Over the next couple of hours Angel ordered several drinks, and went to the bathroom every so often. I nursed my one drink, since Angel had my cock out, and I didn’t know if Angel would let me go to the bathroom. Angel with a Devil Inside After Angel returned from one bathroom trip, a couple of women came over and sat with us. I said, “Hello”. Angel said, “Bert, meet Mary and Sandy.” Mary was a platinum blonde with shoulder length hair and blue eyes. She was petite and very attractive. Sandy was a brunette with short hair and brown eyes. She was a much larger woman, and had very large breasts, but wasn’t quite as attractive as Mary. Mary spoke first. “Is this the guy you were telling us about?” Angel answered, “Yes”. I wondered what Angel had told them, and what their plans were. Angel ordered drinks for the girls, which I paid for, and they sat around talking for another hour. Every so often Angel would give my cock a squeeze to make sure it was hard. After the girls finished their second round of drinks, Angel said, “Put it away, we’re leaving.” We got up, and all went to the bathroom. I finished before the girls and had to wait a few minutes before they came out. We all walked to my car, and Angel said, “Follow us”. Mary and Sandy walked over to their car, got in, and we got in my car. Angel unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out and said, “We’re going back to my place.” She squeezed my cock while I drove home. I was careful not to lose Mary. We got to Angel’s apartment, and as she got out, said, “Leave your cock out.” I got out of the car with my cock still stiff, and we walked to the outside door. I hoped no one would see us while we waited for Mary and Sandy to catch up with us. They saw my cock hanging out my pants while Angel opened the door, and we walked to Angel’s apartment door. Angel opened the apartment door, and she took her guests down the hall while I walked over to my usual spot in the living room, stripped, and stood there. Angel came back with the cock harness and a glass of ice water, and soon I was wearing the cock harness. She left the room, and returned with a five-pound barbell weight. Instead of a piece of twine, there was a chain attached to the weight, with a snap hook on the end. Angel handed the weight to me, and commanded, “Put this on”. I hooked the weight to my cock harness, let the weight down between my legs, and put my arms behind my back. Angel left the room, and returned with Mary and Sandy. They were still dressed as they were in the disco. Mary was wearing a simple blue cocktail dress, and Sandy was wearing a white blouse and black skirt. Mary and Sandy looked at me for a couple of minutes, then they sat down on the sofa. Angel put the TV on, and they sat there watching the Tonight Show. I just stood behind the sofa until Angel commanded, “Get me a Coke.” I walked into the kitchen, got a Coke, and brought it to Angel. The five-pound weight wasn’t too bad, and I could walk almost normally. Then I went back to my spot and stood there. Sandy commanded, “Get me some potato chips and a Coke.” I walked into the kitchen, got the chips and Coke, and brought them to Sandy. She smacked my cock with her right hand a couple of times, then took the chips and Coke from me. I returned to my spot. I could see them, and Sandy and Mary started hugging and kissing each other. Sandy was sitting in the middle, and she gave Angel a couple of hugs. When the Tonight Show was over, Angel turned the TV off, and Mary and Sandy left the room. Angel commanded, “Follow me”. I followed her into the bedroom. She took the five-pound weight off my cock, put it away, and brought out a ten-pound weight with a similar snap hook. She handed it to me, and I attached it to my cock harness. She locked my wrists behind my back with a pair of handcuffs. I stood at the foot of Angel’s bed while she took off her leather outfit. Mary and Sandy came in, and they took off their clothes as well. Mary had nice 34B breasts with nipples the size of my little fingers. Sandy had 42E breasts with huge nipples, and as soon as she lay down on the bed, I could tell they were natural. Angel turned off the light and turned on the lamp by the bed, and as soon as my eyes adjusted, they were all in the bed. Mary and Sandy were kissing and playing with each other’s nipples. Sandy didn’t let Angel lay there long, and soon the three of them were kissing, sucking, and eating each other out. I’m a pretty normal guy, and the sight of three women making love aroused me greatly, which caused the harness to prick my cock, the pain continuing until I got soft, which allowed me to get aroused again… I’m not sure how long they made love to each other, but it seemed like a very long time. Finally they stopped and the three of them were lying on the bed and resting. I could smell their pussy scents from where I was standing, which aroused me even more. Angel rolled over, and got cigarettes from the end table. All three of them sat up, and lit a cigarette. Watching three naked women smoke got me very hard, and the pricks almost made me scream. Sandy was sitting in the middle, and after a couple of puffs said, “Angel, I’m not sure I understand. He’s been standing at the foot of the bed watching us, right?” “Yes”, Angel answered. “And that harness on his cock, it pricks him every time he gets hard, right?” “Yes, there are two hundred and fifty pins in the cock harness, with one hundred just around the head of his cock. He gets pricked two hundred and fifty times every time he gets hard." Sandy looks over at me, and says, “Slave, how many times did you get hard watching us make love?” I thought before I answered, “I’m sorry Mistress Sandy, but I didn’t count them. At least twenty times.” Sandy took a puff on her cigarette and said, “Slave, are you hard now?” “Yes Mistress Sandy, I am.” “Why? What the fuck are we doing right now that is so arousing, slave?” “You’re all naked and smoking, Mistress Sandy.” “Fuck”, Sandy whispered. “You were right Angel, he gets aroused watching naked women smoke.” “Sandy, let’s go”, Mary whispered. “Go? You’ve got to be kidding. My pussy gushed when he said he’d been pricked twenty times. I’m just getting started. If you want to leave, then leave.” “No, I’ll stay”, Mary whispered. Sandy got up and crawled to the foot of the bed. On her knees, her face was even with mine. She took a puff of her cigarette, blew the smoke in my face, and asked, “Does that arouse you, slave?” “Yes Mistress Sandy, it does.” “And all those pins in your harness are pricking you right now?” “Yes Mistress Sandy, they are.” “Fuck me”, Sandy exclaimed! “I’ve never had such control over a man before. My pussy is just gushing. How I wish I’d known that I could do this to men when I was a teenager. My life would have been so fucking different! He’s just standing there and taking all this abuse from us! Angel, can I talk to you alone for a minute? “Sure”, Angel replied. Sandy said, “Mary, sit there and smoke naked while we’re gone. I want to keep the slave aroused.” They both got up and left the room. Mary opened up her legs and kept smoking, but she looked sad. Her pussy hairs were blonde, and she didn’t have many of them. Angel and Sandy were gone for about fifteen minutes. Sandy came back into the room and got back into bed. Mary moved over to the side. Sandy commanded, “Slave, come into the bed with me. You’re going to pleasure me. Keep count of how many times your harness pricks you, I want to know exactly how many times I hurt you.” Mary shouted, “But Sandy, you’re a lesbian!” Sandy looked like she wanted to slap Mary, but calmed down and answered, “Mary, you’re a lesbian. I became a lesbian because of the way men treated me when I was growing up. I’ve had these huge boobs ever since I was fourteen. Once I grew these boobs, no man saw me. All they saw was the boobs. If I’d had any idea I had the power to torment men like this, I would have. I spent all my teenage years fighting to keep men from pawing on my boobs. It wasn’t till I was in college that a woman showed me what love really was. She loved me. Not my boobs. Ever since that experience I’ve been a lesbian, but I still have desires for cock. Now I have the chance to torture a man, to get some revenge for what they’ve all done to me.” Sandy took a puff of her cigarette and continued. “This slave hasn’t done a thing to me, he hasn’t even touched my boobs once, but he’s willing to suffer just because I want him to. Do you even understand how wet it makes me just thinking about how much he’s suffering? Hell Mary, I want to take him home with us and keep him as a pet. Angel has been nice enough to let us torture him, and I intend to do so. If you don’t want to help, go get dressed and wait for me in the living room. I’d prefer that you help Angel and I torture him.” Mary was almost crying. “I’m sorry Sandy. I had no idea you felt this way. I love you. Of course I’ll help you torture the slave. Just tell me what you want me to do.” “I’ll need a few minutes to calm down Mary. Why don’t you light another cigarette, kneel on the end of the bed, and blow smoke in his face. That should keep him aroused.” Mary got a cigarette, lit it, crawled over to the end of the bed, and knelt down. Her face was even with mine. She grabbed the back of my head, took a puff, and blew the smoke right in my face. She whispered, “I hate what you’ve done to Sandy, you bastard. I hope you choke on the smoke.” Her nipples were getting harder as she kept blowing smoke in my face. I wasn’t terribly aroused, and Mary was getting angrier and rougher with each puff of the cigarette. After a few minutes Sandy came back in the room and got on the bed. She watched Mary blow smoke in my face until Mary finished the cigarette. Then Sandy commanded, “Slave, come into the bed with me. You’re going to pleasure me. Keep count of how many times your harness pricks you, I want to know exactly how many times I hurt you.” “Yes Mistress Sandy.” Mary moved out of the way, and I crawled on the bed. Sandy commanded, “Suck my nipple, slave.” I wiggled up to where Sandy was lying, and sucked on her right nipple. Her breast was very soft, but her nipple got hard quickly. I felt Sandy grab Mary, and pull her over to her. Sandy and Mary started kissing, while I sucked on Sandy’s nipple. After a few minutes, I felt Sandy grab the back of my neck and pull me up. Sandy and I started kissing, a couple of pecks at first, then deep throat French kissing. I was definitely aroused, and could feel the pricks on my cock while I kissed. Sandy pulled my head away from hers, and commanded, “Eat me”. I slid down the bed until I was between Sandy’s legs, then I started. Mary made sure the weight hung off the edge of the bed. Sandy was soaked, and I spent a few minutes just lapping up the pussy juice. I found her clit, and I started sucking on it. I lapped and sucked until Sandy had three orgasms, and pushed my head away. Then I heard Sandy command, “Slave, how many times have you been pricked?” “Six times, Mistress Sandy.” “Get up on your hands and knees slave. You’re going to fuck me.” Angel unlocked the handcuffs from behind my back, and I got up on my hands and knees. Sandy just lay on the bed, looking at me. Angel came over, and put a dildo gag in my mouth. The inside was a two-inch rubber ball gag. Protruding from the other side of the gag was a twelve-inch dildo at least an inch thick. She strapped the gag around my head. Mary came over with a pair of clothespins tied together with a fourteen-inch length of string. She clipped one to each of my nipples, making sure to get my nipple in the center of the clothespin. I’m glad I had the gag on, because I wanted to scream from the pain. Sandy looked at me for a couple of minutes, then got up on her hands and knees. I didn’t have to move much, Sandy drove herself on the dildo over and over. After three more orgasms, she feel forward onto the bed. After a few minutes she rolled over, and Angel took the gag off. I was used to the pain in my nipples now, and Sandy commanded, “Slave, how many times have you been pricked?” “Seventeen times, Mistress Sandy.” “Fuck me. I’ve had six fantastic orgasms, and you’ve been pricked seventeen times. How about your nipples, how do they feel, slave?” “They hurt, Mistress Sandy.” “Good. Angel, take him into the other room now. We’ll join you in a few minutes.” Angel helped me off the bed, and led me to the back room. There was a small sofa against the opposite wall. The eyebolts were still in the ceiling, but now there were chains hanging from them. She got some leather straps from the closet, and wrapped them around my wrists and ankles. I stood on the wooden box, and she used the stepladder to lock the chains to the leather straps around my wrists. I stepped off the box, and spread my legs. The spreader bar was the same, and she tied the ends to the leather straps around my ankles. When Angel was finished, I could not put my heels on the floor. I was forced to stand on my tiptoes, or hang from my wrists. I guess the chains were tighter than the ropes were. I was still wearing the clothespins on my nipples and the harness on my cock. She put the box in front of me, and sat down on the sofa. In a few minutes Sandy and Mary walked in. Sandy was naked, and Mary was naked except she was wearing Angel’s black lace gloves. Sandy got a cigarette, lit it, and walked over to me. She got up on the box, which made our faces even. Mary went into the closet, and came out with the cat-o-nine tails whip. Mary walked behind me, and started smacking my back and bottom with the whip. Sandy took a puff on the cigarette, then blew the smoke directly in my face. Mary kept whipping me, while Sandy blew smoke in my face. After Sandy finished her cigarette, she asked, “Slave, how many times have you been pricked?” “Twenty-six times, Mistress Sandy.” Sandy got off the box and got another cigarette, lit it, and came back over to me. She took a puff of the cigarette, and instead of blowing the smoke in my face, she pulled my face to hers, kissed me, exhaled into my mouth and throat, and probed my mouth and throat with her tongue. Mary really whipped my back hard when Sandy kissed me. Mary kept whipping me hard, while Sandy smoked and kissed me. After Sandy finished her cigarette, she asked, “Slave, how many times have you been pricked?” “Forty-two times, Mistress Sandy.” Sandy said, “Mary, stop whipping him. Angel, come take this harness off now.” Mary stopped, went to the sofa, and sat down. Angel got up and walked over to me. She unlocked the harness and took it off. My cock looked like a sausage. It was all covered with blood. Funny, I hadn’t noticed any additional pain. Angel left the room, and returned with some cloth. After all the blood was wiped up, you could see all the pinholes in my cock. Sandy got some baby oil, and put it on her left palm. She lit another cigarette, got back on the box, and started masturbating me. The baby oil stung a little on my cock at first, but she was being gentle. It was arousing watching Sandy smoke and play with my cock, and I got very hard. She kept stroking my cock gently and smoking, and I was aroused but not close to an orgasm. Sandy finished her cigarette, and went to get another one. She put some more baby oil on her left palm, and lit another cigarette. She got back on the box and continued playing with my cock. She stroked a little harder this time, and I came close to an orgasm twice, but just as I was about to come, she would ease the pressure until I calmed down. She kept stroking me until she finished her cigarette, and went to get another one. She returned and resumed teasing me. She stroked harder, and I came close to an orgasm five times while she smoked the cigarette. She stepped off the box to get another cigarette, but instead of returning to me, she sat down on the sofa. Mary came over to me and stood on the box in front of me. She was mad. She hissed at me, “Slave, I’ve never touched a cock before in my life, but Sandy insists that I masturbate you until you orgasm. I just want you to know that I love Sandy, and I’ll do whatever she wants me to, but I hate you and I hope your cock falls off.” I looked over to the sofa, and Angel and Sandy were smoking and watching us. Mary grabbed my cock with her right hand and started rubbing. The oil on my cock helped reduce the friction of the lace glove for a little while, but soon all I could feel was the lace rubbing against my skin. Mary was right, she’d never masturbated a man before, and she had no idea how much pressure to apply or how to stroke a cock or anything. I looked over at Angel and Sandy and watched them smoke and hoped I could come before Mary took all the skin off my cock. I think Sandy was sympathetic to my plight, she started playing with her breasts in between puffs of her cigarette, and that was enough to get me to orgasm. When I shot all over Mary’s right hand she screamed, and slapped my face twice. Angel and Sandy started laughing, and Mary stormed out the room. Sandy got up and went after Mary. Angel came over to me and took the clothespins off my nipples. I screamed as the blood rushed back. While she was untying the spreader bar, I said, “Angel, can we talk about this? I can’t ever bring up the subject when we’re on a normal date. I really want to talk about your masturbatrix fantasies with you.” Angel finished taking the spreader bar off, and put it in the closet. I could stand on my feet again. I was glad to take the weight off my wrists. She came back to me and said, “Bert, let me take care of my guests first. Then we can talk about what ever you want. Don’t go away.” She turned around and walked out. Go away? My wrists were still chained to the ceiling. I stood there for a long time before Angel returned. She was still naked and smoking a cigarette. She sat down on the sofa, and said, “OK, what do you want to talk about?” “How about unhooking me from the ceiling first?” “Sorry, but I enjoy watching you stand there, all exposed.” She took a puff of the cigarette. “Your cock is still hard. You must really like watching naked women smoke. Maybe I’ll come stand in front of you and smoke. I’d bet you’d like that.” My cock twitched a little when she said that. God, she knew just what to say to get me horny. But I was still a little angry. “What were you doing all that time while I was hanging here waiting to talk to you?” “Oh, sorry. Mary was pissed at both of us for making her masturbate you, and it took Sandy almost an hour to calm her down. We all wound up in my bed again, making love, to get Mary to forgive Sandy and I. Damn, they’re good in bed. I wish you could smell my pussy right now. Then they got dressed and left, and I came back to talk to you.” She took another puff of her cigarette. Damn, she was getting me horny again. She got up and stood on the box in front of me. She put her left hand in her pussy, then put it in my mouth. She kept her hand in my mouth until I licked all the pussy juice off her fingers. Then she took a puff of her cigarette, and blew the smoke in my face. I was definitely hard now. “Ooh, I see I’ve rekindled your interest.” She smacked my cock once with her left palm, then went back to the sofa and sat down. Damn, she knew how to arouse me. I finally remembered what I wanted to ask. “Are you acting, or do you really like being my masturbatrix?” She took another puff of the cigarette. “Slave, I love being your masturbatrix. My pussy gets wet and tingly each and every time I tease or torment you. I’ve been spending all of my spare time studying whatever I can find on the Internet. I’m always on the lookout for whatever cruel or unusual method I can use on you or your cock.” “Then why do we go out on dates at all? Why not just be my masturbatrix all the time?” Damn, did I really mean that? “Do you love being my slave that much, darling? I thought Sandy might have gone too far tonight, but I guess you really are meant to be a slave! Seriously darling, most of the time I want to be with you, hold you, cuddle you, and love you. But sometimes, I get these urges, and all I want to do is tease and torment you. If you didn’t enjoy the torment, it’d be no fun for me either. But you seem to love being a slave even more than I love being a masturbatrix.”