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Pain

By: CathyO1955



The white hot pain races through my body as the belt lashes across my cheeks. Never hitting the same spot, leaving a trail of fire across my tender skin. My hips writhe as He beats me. We have gone beyond spanking, beyond anything I ever dreamed of. I used to see the word "painslut" and shudder. Now I know that I am one, the feelings released from the deepest, darkest recesses of my mind. 

Only He has been able to draw them out. Making me express them, facing them, owning them, making them my own. And His. 

My body is bent in half, my waist at the edge of a high table. My arms are up over my head, securely fastened with thick leather cuffs. My feet are spread as far apart as they will go, a spreader bar between them. My ass cheeks are exposed, naked, and burning. 

He started with slow strokes, light touches of the belt. He moves from my calves to my thighs, to the spot just under my cheeks, to my rounded bottom, to my back, my shoulders, and down again. Each round becoming more harsh, the snap of the leather the only sound except for my screams. 

He stops briefly, his hand thrusting between my legs. I groan as thick fingers enter me. My cheeks flush at how slick and wet I am. There is no hiding from this Man.

As my hips buck against those fingers, he pulls them out and makes me lick them clean. He begins again to beat my surrendered body. I can feel the sweat running off my forehead, between my breasts and thighs. He promised to take me further this time. I can feel my mind slipping away as I become only a physical creature, feeling the blows deep in my soul.

He stops again, and unties my hands only to have me climb on the table on my back, the spreader bar still in place. He again ties my wrists to the table high over my head. My back arches, offering my breasts, because I know that is what he intends. 

He starts. The belt whistling softly as the soft blows strike. My breasts, tummy, hips, pussy, inner thighs, calves, then back up again. Again, each round becoming harder. My nipples are like rocks, and the exquisite sting as the belt lashes across them is unbelievable. My body writhes and squirms and my mind becomes lost again. Feeling only the blows of His belt. I feel tears welling up in my eyes as he continues. I take short panting breaths as the belts rains down on me again and again. 

He concentrates the belt on my cunt now. That's what I have become. A living, breathing cunt, every sense focused on that part of my body as he beats it. The belt wraps around me, from the top of my pussy to the cheeks of my ass. My knees try to lift up more, opening myself up for Him. Alternating between my open thighs to my pussy, I scream as he works on me. 

Again, he stops, his hand cupping my sex. Long fingers insinuate themselves between my lips, caressing my throbbing clit. He stops.

I whimper and shudder on His table. My hips thrust up obscenely, wanting more. He leans down and whispers, "I am going to beat your cunt until you cum for Me, pet." I can only nod.

He returns to my side and begins again. He lifts my knees up more, opening up my cunt lips. The slutty feeling is so wicked and I adore it. 

My hips surge up towards His belt. I can feel the orgasm building from deep inside me. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK he keeps beating. My pussy is red and throbbing and my muscles are locked and rigid as I strain at the bonds. It's so close I can taste it, feel it along my spine. My legs shake as I try to stretch them wider. 

He leans down and whispers, "Now."

Faster and faster the belt strikes, and I explode, my body jerking violently. A harsh guttural scream is ripped from me as it overtakes my whole body. As I convulse over and over, he slows the blows, gentling them as I quiver. 

"Very good, My sweet," he murmurs. His hand smooths over my pussy lips, petting me almost. My heart is thundering and I can't breath right yet. I feel little aftershocks rippling through my abdomen, and my pussy clenches. 

He pushes my ankles up, moving the spreader bar up out of His way. Guiding his cock with one hand, he thrusts into me completely. He fucks me. Hard, rough, deep; again and again. My body responds, lifting up to meet his thrusts as he pounds into me. 

It's a wild, animalistic fucking. The endorphins are still surging through my blood. Savagely he takes me, knowing it's what I want, what I crave. His rough pubic hair rubs across my throbbing clit. He keeps fucking me until I cum, and cum again, and again. Time has no meaning, only His body taking mine. Giving me so much at the same time. 

Finally his iron control snaps, and he bellows as he finds his own release. I feel every ripple of his powerful cock as it pumps his seed into me. Slowing his thrusts, we both shake and quiver and tremble in the aftermath of the violent storm. 

He removes the bindings, massaging the tender skin from the leather cuffs. My body is limp and in pain. I know there will be marks on me for days to come. Marks to admire, and cherish, and remember. 

I am His slut.

Pain by Cathy O'Niel copyright 2006

Pain



He's beautiful, yet he can't see it.

He's strong and wise, yet he doesn't believe it.

He's worth time, energy, and love, yet he doesn't want it.

He has his mind made up. There's something he's going to do. Nothing anyone can say or do can change that. I still try. I try to come up with inspirational words, reasons, excuses. I beg, I plead. 

Alone I cry, my heart aching for a forsaken soul. My heart breaking for the young man that doesn't believe his life is worth living; for a gentle man with so much to offer so many, that doesn't want to live this life.

An end seems inevitable, and I'm not strong enough to stop it. I ask him to seek help from someone, something stronger than me. He doesn't believe it will help. He doesn't rant and rave; he quietly accepts this as his happiness. It is what he wants.

He apologizes to me for God bringing me into his life when He did. I thank God. 

His mother thanks me, and God, for coming around when I did.

Like I'm supposed to make a difference. Like knowing him fulfills my divine mission in this lifetime. I hope in some small way I have helped, I hope in some small way I've shed some light in his dark world.

I spend time with him, and look into his deep brown eyes. Sometimes lit with laughter, other times shuttered and shaded and filled with pain. I've seen the glint of tears more than once. And all I want to do is hold him, cradle him against me and draw his pain into myself; and infuse my strength and hope into him. 

But I can't. 

He says that no one was there to catch him when he fell. He's right. 

Yet my being there to help him back up means nothing. It's too late, or so he says.

I don't believe it. I can't believe it, or I might as well start digging his grave.

I sit on the edge of his bed, and he comes to me, wrapping his arms around my legs, resting his head in my lap, and I stroke his hair. One of his hands will reach out, and I'll take it in my own, our fingers intertwine. His thumb brushes back and forth over my palm, and my fingers stroke across his neck.

He'll sit up and go back to his desk, only to return minutes later. I lay on my side, my head propped on my hand, and I look down at him. He comes closer, and I stretch my arm out towards him, welcoming him. He pushes his hand between my legs, and I grasp onto it. He rests his chin on my knee, and our eyes lock. 

Not a word is spoken, but we understand what's not being said.

He'll lay his head down, and his free hand strokes across my knee. His fingers tighten on mine for a moment, and he lets go. Sitting back up, he moves away again, but as he goes, I see the sheen of tears in his eyes. 

There's so much pain within him, and I can't take it away. I can't fix it. 

It's almost time for me to leave.. It's getting late. I know I have to. 

But some days when I leave, it feels as if I'm abandoning him. Leaving him as the rest of the world has done. 

I sit up, slowly putting on my shoes, blinking back tears of my own. I feel him looking at me, and he tells me not to cry. I reply that I'm not going to. 

He knows I'm lying. 

I blink them down far enough that it's safe to look at him. 

He leans towards me, waiting for me to go. I don't want to. I'm stalling.

He reaches out and catches my chin between his thumb and forefinger, then releases it, telling me that everything will be fine.

I sigh, glancing away, knowing that his version of fine is vastly different from my own.

My eyes drift back over to him, and I lean forward, resting my head on his shoulder.

He tips his head down, rubbing his chin on the top of my head. He lifts one hand, his fingers entangling in the hair at the nape of my neck as his thumb brushes across my jaw. His hand moves, and he brushes my hair back from my cheek, before turning it, stroking my cheek with his knuckles. 

My eyes flutter shut and I swallow against the lump forming in my throat.

I turn my head and nuzzle my face against his neck, and his hand moves again, grasping the back of my neck, his fingers lightly stroking. 

I feel him ready to draw back, and I know the moment has ended. I start to lift my head away, but see his hand from the corner of my eye, catching a lock of my hair, rubbing it back and forth between his fingers. He moves his hand once again, cupping my face, tilting it up to his own.

He tells me I have to go.

I know.

I stand, my voice husky and ragged as I say goodbye.

I turn away from him quickly, barely making it three steps before the tears slip from my eyes. I reach blindly for the door, and exit into the cool night air with a mixture of relief and fear.

My feet hesitate as I step into the soft grass, and I turn and look at his home. Part of me wants to barge back in and say that I'm not going anywhere.

Another part of me wants to flee.

Run from the feelings, the emotions, the torment, the pain, the love.

But he wants me gone. One day, when I leave, he'll do what he wants to do.

And I'll feel like I've abandoned him. 

So I get in my car and pull away, tears falling freely down my cheeks.

I cry my way home, and crawl into bed, thinking of all the things that I want to say, to do, that won't make a difference to him.



Pain



A special thanks to Slow_n_gentle for giving me the permission to write an ending for his story. A big thanks to Magikheart for her help and suggestions. 

(Sorry no sex)

*

Bill just stared at his bedroom ceiling. The only thing he wanted to know was why, why had Pam done this? Why had she become so selfish that she didn't think about him, and most importantly, about their children? Somehow Bill drifted to sleep with thoughts still running in his mind.

Back in the Randolf house, Janet sat in her bed with her face buried in her hands. She was crying and was not able to control herself, remembering the pain caused by her husband and her so called good friend. Ellen heard her mother crying. She quickly went in her room.

"Mom are you alright?" asked a very nervous Ellen.

Janet didn't answer her daughter. She didn't want her daughter to see her crying this way. She tried hard not to cry. 

"I'm fine Ellen, I was just..." Janet was not able to bring out the words from her mouth. 

Ellen sat next to her mother wrapping her hand around her shoulder. Janet leaned her head on Ellen's shoulder. This time Janet couldn't restrict herself and she busted into tears. Her bottled feelings came out in the form of tears. She cried in the arms of her teenage daughter.

Ellen was a bit scared. She was just a teenage girl, who studied in high school and enjoyed life with her friends. She never thought that she'd have to see this day in her life. Ellen remembered one phrase written by her teacher on the black board, "Life is more strict than a teacher." Ellen came to know the meaning when looking at her mother. 

"Mom, I promise everything will be alright." Ellen said stroking her mother's hair and reassuring her.

"We are deserted, your father deserted us." Janet said between her sobs. "After couple of months, I don't know...." Janet didn't complete her sentence.

Ellen shifted back a little letting her mother lean her head in her lap. Janet finally found some peace in her daughters lap. She thought, if Ellen wasn't there what would she have done? In this tough situation mother and daughter switched roles. Janet looked like a frightened little girl. Ellen on the other hand was more composed and did her best to comfort her mother. Ellen silently cursed her father for the pain he gave. Janet slowly fell asleep. Slowly, Ellen moved to help Janet lay in her bed. Ellen looked at her mother then she went in the bathroom, turned the tap on full speed and cried out loudly. She looked at herself in the mirror, washed her face, and promised herself no matter what happened next she'd help her mother and fight against this storm. Ellen went back in the room and slept next to her mother. She knew that the road ahead would not be easy. Ellen snuggled next to her mother and fell asleep.

The next morning Bill got up early. It was still hard for him to believe that Pam wasn't home with him. He called his boss for the week off. His boss was a good man, without any hesitance, he gave Bill a week off. Bill continued to make calls and made an appointment with a divorce attorney. Later, he made coffee for himself and started preparing breakfast for the kids. Sue and Billy were ready for school and sat down to have breakfast with Bill. 

"Dad can we ask you something if you don't mind?" pleaded Sue.

"Sure, what is it?"

"Can we call mom? Please."

Bill thought about how he should refuse her. He saw the pleading eyes of his kids, yet there was some sort of hope in their eyes. 

"Ok we'll do one thing, when you both are back from school we'll call her, alright?"

"Oh! Thank you dad," both kids said in union.

"Alright then have a good day at school." Bill said, kissing both kids on their cheeks.

After Sue and Billy went to school, Bill started calculating in his mind the things to be done. First thing was to meet Janet and help her out, her condition was more miserable.

Janet and Ellen finished their breakfast in silence. Sue and Billy were waiting outside for Ellen.

"Are you sure you'll be alright, Mom?" 

"Yes Ellen, I'll be fine, thank you." Janet assured her. Ellen went school with Sue and Billy

After a few hours Bill showed up at Janet's house. Janet and Bill sat down and worked on all the possibilities. Bill asked her to call her office for a week off. Janet did as she was asked. She took the week off from her office. Bill asked Janet to get ready so they could meet their lawyer. Just as they were about to get in the car, Janet asked bill, "what if they both come back and say that they're sorry?"

"I don't think so, Janet, that's impossible," Bill said sadly.

A few minutes later, both Janet and Bill were seated in front of their lawyer, Mr. Andrew Adams. Bill told him the whole story. Mr. Adams asked a few questions to both of them. "Now tell me what do you want?" Mr. Adams asked Bill.

"I want all the assets split up 50-50. Pam is going to marry Jim so I want custody of both my kids, but she can meet them anytime she wants. I want them to be served papers as soon as possible and a court order to keep them away from our houses," Explained Bill. 

"Mrs. Randolf, would you like to say something?" Mr. Adams asked looking at the saddened Janet.

"I want a divorce on grounds of adultery. Jim should pay child support for Ellen. I want Ellen's custody. I want the house and immediate temporary support for family expenses."

"Ok I'll start working on the paperwork and give you a call when everything is ready."

"Thank you Mr. Adams." Bill stood up and shook hand with Mr. Adams.

Janet and Bill went back home and discussed a few more things. Bill returned to his home, made himself a drink, and sat down thinking about the event that had turned their life upside down. Later, while having dinner, Bill tried hard to avoid Sue and Billy. He was confused, should he call Pam or not? What if she refused to speak? Both kids would be disappointed. Sue and Billy finished their dinner and looked at each other. Bill knew what was coming.

"Dad you remember what you said this morning?" Sue asked hesitantly.

"I remember it Sue, but I'm not sure if we should call her or not." Replied Bill calmly.

"You both are aware of the situation. I won't lie to you, I'm afraid that she may refuse to speak. She's with another man, who she's going to marry. I'm also aware that if we did call her, Jim will not allow us speak with her. He thinks we'll turn Pam against him. Honestly, I don't want to speak with Pam after what she did. I know you both are missing her, but I'm sorry kids." Bill said sadly.

"Dad what if she comes on the phone and says she is sorry?" asked Billy with teary eyes.

"Yes dad, please give it a try". Sue pleaded

"Ok if you both insist, we'll make the call." Bill said giving up.

Bill called Jim's mobile, a few rings later he picked up the phone. 

"I believe I told you I'd call you on Saturday evening and tell you our ideas. It's Wednesday." Jim said arrogantly.

"Jim, listen, I'm not interested in talking to you or Pam for that matter, Sue and Billy want to talk to her, they both miss her." Bill replied in his clam tone.

"I don't think she'll be interested in talking to your kids. If you have any message to give me, I'll give it to her."

"Don't you understand what I said? And the kids are not only mine. Call Pam and tell her Sue and Billy want to have a chat with her."

"I won't make that mistake. I think you'll turn Pam against me. You can chat after we are married or if possible, on Saturday".

"She's my wife and the mother of my children for God's sake, Jim. My children want to speak to their mother; no one can stop them from doing so." Now Bill was getting pissed off.

"Your wife and the mother of your children sleeps next to me every night now. Do you want to hear what we do?"

Bill gestured Sue and Billy to be seated on the couch and moved towards the window. He didn't want his kids to hear their conversation.

"I don't give a shit what you both do or that you both sleep together. I'm not interested in the information and I'm not at all interested in talking to you or Pam. It's just because of Sue and Billy that I called you. I knew it, you'd be arrogant."

"Well, you said it all. Don't expect our call on Saturday after this. Tell your kids to forget Pam or else get a new mother for them." 

"I don't need any advice from you Jim. One thing is sure, the day you come in front of me Jim, I'll teach you a lesson, it's a promise."

Bill heard Pam in the background begging Jim to let her talk. Jim just ignored her cries. He also heard some sound as if they were fighting. Finally the phone was disconnected. Bill turned around and saw two sad faces. Sue and Billy both had tears in their eyes. Bill went over to where they were seated and hugged them both. Sue and Billy didn't say anything; both went back in their room disappointed. Bill sat digesting everything. The pain returned with sharp edges this time. Bill felt both angry and sad. Angry about the information Jim gave him and sad for his lovely kids. He knew this would happen, but he can't refuse his kids. He made himself a drink to ease his pain.

Ellen and Janet had a silent dinner. After dinner Ellen helped Janet with the dishes. Finally, when they both were seated in their living room, Janet asked Ellen about her day in school. Ellen told her everything about her school. She also asked her mother how her day was. Ellen then told her mother that she had something to say.

"Please Ellen go on, I'm listening."

"Mom I want to help you, I mean I want to help us both. I was thinking about taking up a part time job. We both know you don't make much and I also know that the mortgage is $1200 per month. I'll be happy to contribute a little. I want to share the responsibility with you mom."

"I'm proud of you Ellen, but I don't think you should do that. I want you to only concentrate in your studies. You are good in your studies, taking a part time job will deviate you from your studies. I'm going to look for a new job, if possible. Thanks for your concern."

"Mom please let me help. I can earn and learn together."

"Please Ellen, listen to me, you don't have to do this."

Ellen thought that it wasn't a right time for an argument, but she would again try to convince her mother. Ellen went in her room to finish her day's studies. Janet sat in the living room watching TV. She didn't pay much attention to what was on the screen. All she thought about was Jim, Pam, both marriages in turmoil, and the pain caused by both Jim and Pam. 

Night went slowly. Both Anderson and Randolf families didn't know what would happen in the morning. 

Bill, as usual, got up early. He didn't have to get ready for work so took his own time for his morning rituals. After he finished everything, he switched on his TV and started preparing breakfast. Sue and Billy came down a few minutes later and sat at the dining table. They were having their breakfast when they heard their doorbell. Bill got up to answer the door. When he opened the door he got the biggest surprise of his life. Pam was standing at their door with her luggage next to her. Bill just stared at her in disbelief and was more shocked then surprised. Sue and Billy saw Pam; both ran to the door and hugged her. Bill just stood aside and watched their reunion. 

"Dad didn't we tell you mom would come back?" Said a very happy Sue

"We missed you so much mom, promise us you'll never leave again." Billy said hugging his mom tightly. They were hugging and kissing each other. Bill still couldn't believe this was happening. 

"I promise, I won't leave you again the way I did." 

Bill just stared at them quietly. He let Pam come in. Bill went out to see if Jim was anywhere near, but he wasn't there. He came in and saw Pam anxiously waiting for his reaction. Bill smiled a little and said, "Well, what brought you here Pam, I thought you were going to marry Jim and where he is?"

"I'm so sorry Bill for what I did. Please forgive me. Let's talk in private and not in front of the kids." Pam said pleading and feeling a bit embarrassed.

"Sue and Billy know everything. I told them everything, you running with Jim, about the bank account, your marriage to Jim and about our divorce. Ellen, Jim's daughter also knows everything. Janet and I told kids everything." 

"Bill, please forgive me. I know I don't deserve it. I left Jim after what he did yesterday on the phone. I realized my mistake. I realized what I did was wrong, but it was too late."

"Give one good reason for forgiving you. You don't know how much pain you have given. How your lover humiliated and insulted, not only me, but our kids too. I'm not interested in knowing if you left him or not. By running away with another man you disrespected my love, our marriage, and me. I can't forgive you for that."

"Dad, mom is back with us, she realized her mistake and she is sorry for that. Please can't you forgive her so we can live the way we used to. Don't divorce her dad, please. We want her with us; she's back where she belongs." Sue said holding her mother's hand.

"Don't try to pressure me into changing my decision. I'm really hurt. The thing that hurts the most is that you and Jim involved Janet and me in your dirty game. I'll never forgive you for that."

"It was Jim's idea. He brought it up so we could..."Pam stopped looking at Sue and Billy.

"I don't care whose idea it was. I'll let you stay here only because of Sue and Billy. You can take your stuff into the guest room. We'll stay under same roof, but like strangers. I don't expect anything from you. My decision is firm about the divorce, but I'll think about it only, and only, because of Sue and Billy."

"Bill please let me explain, I..."

"There's nothing to explain, it's too late." Bill said cutting her in off.

"I'm going out and I don't know when I'll be back." Bill said moving out of the house without turning back. Bill paced out of his house. He was not sure where to go he just wanted to go away from everything. Pam came back, but with her pain came too. Every time he'd see her it would remind him of what she did. 

Ellen was waiting for Sue and Billy for school. When they didn't show up she went over to their house to see them. Sue told her they won't be coming today and that their mother had returned. Ellen went back and gave this news to Janet. Janet was shocked to hear that. She wondered where Jim was. Janet tried calling Bill on his mobile phone, but he didn't pick it up. Janet thought about confronting Pam, but she should wait for Bill. She thought, what if Jim returns like Pam?

Sue and Billy tried to engage Pam in talk as they both helped her move into guest room. They were so happy to see her back. The day went quickly. Sue and Billy helped Pam in preparing dinner. They made Bill's favorite food. They waited long for Bill. Bill came home very late that night. He ate dinner at some restaurant. Sue and Billy were already in bed. Pam waited for Bill. Bill saw her seated at the dinning table. He knew she was waiting for him for dinner. 

"Don't expect me to eat anything you prepare. I had my dinner. From now on I'll eat outside or prepare my own dinner." Bill said in his usual clam tone.

"Bill please......wait."

Bill just ignored Pam as if she was not there at all and moved into his bedroom and closed his door behind him. Pam sat down and cried quietly. She realized how stupid she was to choose lust over her loving husband and her loving family. She hated herself for hurting her family. She thanked Bill in silence for not throwing her out and letting her stay here in their house, though she didn't deserve that. Quietly she got up, did all the household things, and went in her room.

The next morning Janet called Bill. Bill confirmed that Pam had returned. He gave all the details about the phone call, his argument with Jim, and how Pam returned after that phone call. 

"Did she say anything about Jim?"

"I didn't ask her about him. I'm not interested in knowing about him. If you want I'll her ask for you."

"I was just wondering if he'd return like Pam. I still can't believe she came back so easily. What about the divorce? What are you going to do about it?"

"I'm thinking about it. I don't know, I mean Sue and Billy don't want me to divorce her. Right now I'm torn. I need some time."

"I can understand Bill. I want to confront Pam. I want to know everything.

Everything."

"I think we should wait for a day or two. I feel that Jim may also return like Pam. I want to confront both of them together and finish this once and for all."

"Ok I agree with you," Janet replied in affirmation.

"Janet, I just wanted to tell you something. I know you don't make much at your current job so why don't you change it?"

"I'm searching for a new job, but because of this meltdown it's hard to find a new one."

"I have a friend who has an opening at his office. It's a secretarial job, mostly related to administration work. I can talk to him about you. If you are interested send me your resume. You'll earn a little bit more thanwhat you earn right now. I'll be happy to help you out."

"Thanks Bill, I'll send you my resume as soon as possible." Janet replied happily.

"I'll give you more information about the job and my friend. Ok, bye for now."

Days passed by quickly. Janet joined the new firm. Income wasn't much, but better than her previous job. She was happy and thankful to Bill. Janet was still hoping for Jim's return, but he never showed up. She didn't want to reconcile with him. She waited for him to come and sign the papers. The relationship between Pam and Bill was cold. Sue and Billy tried hard to reconcile them, but all they got was disappointment. Bill stopped the divorce proceedings, but never talked to Pam, and never ate what she prepared. She didn't exist for him. Pam only hoped Bill would forgive her and accept her back.

Bill started going tohis office. He paid less attention at home. Sue and Billy were very sad and it affected their studies. Bill was in his office when he received a phone call.

"Hello, may I speak to Mr. Anderson?" asked the person on the phone.

"Yes, speaking." Replied Bill.

"Hello Mr. Anderson, I'm Maria Williams, a school teacher of your daughter Sue. Can I have few minutes of your time?"

"Hello Ma'am, how can I help you?" Bill asked politely.

"Mr. Anderson I want to meet you in person. It's regarding your daughter's studies and it's important. So can you come and meet me."

"If it's really important then how about today? I'm free today after lunch. How about 1:30?"

"Fine, I'll be waiting for you in the staffroom. Ask for Maria Williams and we can talk."

"Ok bye and good day ma'am."

Bill wondered what was so important about Sue's studies. She was good in her studies and there were no complaints earlier. He thought everything would be crystal clear after meeting with her teacher. After completing his work Bill saw his watch, it was time to meet this Maria Williams, Sue's teacher. He reached the school on time. Bill somehow made his way to the staffroom and asked for Maria Williams. 

Maria Williams arrived after a few minutes. Bill just stared at her. Maria Williams was in her late thirties. She was short, but very cute with brown hair tide into a ponytail. Her glasses were placed nicely on her tiny nose. She was wearing a skirt with a half sleeves blouse.

"Hello, you must be Mr. Anderson, Sue's father, right?" Asked Maria Williams, raising her hand for a handshake.

"Yes ma'am." Bill replied taking her small soft hands in his big ones.

"Let's go to our cafeteria. We can chat there." Bill followed her quietly not knowing why he was called. They both ordered coffee, Bill was now very anxious to know the reason for the important meeting. 




Pain



"Ma'am I'm very eager to know about what's so important that you called me here?"

"Mr. Anderson a few days ago we had a test in our class. The test wasn't that hard, but Sue did miserably on it. I first thought it was maybe because of fatigue; she did the same mistakes a few days later. Sue is no doubt a bright student, but this sudden downfall worried me. One day after school I asked her what was wrong. She cried and told me everything about the problems in your house. Mr. Anderson the same thing is happening with your son, Billy. That's the reason I wanted to meet you in person."

"I don't know what to say Ma'am. I'm really shocked, I never knew this would affect them so badly." Bill said sadly.

"Feel free to call me Maria. My students call me ma'am." Maria said smiling her beautiful smile.

"Ok Maria, but call me Bill." Bill replied heartily.

"Sue has told me the problems: that you and your wife are not on talking terms, were on your way to divorce, and that you have not forgiven your wife. She didn't tell me the reason behind it. Is it so bad that you can't forgive your wife?"

"You don't know what she did. It was very painful. Every time I remember it, it bring backs the pain." Bill said looking down at his empty cup.

"You know if you share your happiness it spreads and if you share your sorrow it gets less."

Bill wondered whether he should trust her and tell her everything. Finally he gave up and poured his heart out. He told everything to this stranger whom he met only a few minutes ago. After he finished, he felt good. All the pain he had kept bottled inside started to fade. He watched this beautiful woman who was listening to his sad story. He watched her beautiful face, tiny nose, and her beautiful eyes. 

"I'm sorry for you Bill. You really went through a lot." Maria said removing her glasses and wiping it with her napkin. "Anyways, I have a class now so I should keep moving. It was nice to meet you Bill."

"Same here Maria." Bill said raising his hand for a handshake.

"This is my mobile number, feel free to call me anytime you need help." Maria said handing Bill her card.

Bill went home very satisfied. He felt very good today. Was it because of Maria or because he had poured out everything? He saw once again her card and kept it safely in his wallet.

Ellen thought today she would definitely convince Janet to let her work. She planned the things she was going to tell her mother, took a deep sigh and entered Janet's room. Janet was reading.

"Mom I want to talk to you." 

"Yes?"

"Mom, I really want to work and help you. NO, no wait, just listen to me first. There's a small hotel near our school it's called "Chit Chat". It's owned by Mr. and Mrs. Jacobs. They are in their early sixties. We often hang out there. They know me very well. You know I'm good in math and counting so they want me to stay behind the counter and check their receipts and cash. They think someone at the hotel is manipulating the books. The job is for three hours on weekdays and 1pm to 8pm on weekends. They offered me $8.50 and hour. Please mom, let me help. I want to share the responsibility."

"Come and sit here. I can see my little girl is all grown up. Ok, I'm fine with you working. I'm really proud of you." Janet said, kissing her daughter's forehead.

Days turned into weeks. Janet and Ellen worked and soon they both were financially stable. They never missed Jim. Janet wanted to confront Pam, but she wanted to confront both Jim and Pam together. The divorce papers were ready. She did contact the Ramada Inn many times, but never came to know where Jim had vanished. Janet contacted everyone who knew Jim, but no luck. 

A friendship between Maria and Bill grew day by day. Maria helped Sue in her studies. Bill and Maria even started going out for dinner but on a few occasions. Both liked each other's company. Maria was a good woman. Bill as usual, sober and calm. Bill started to like her. Maria was 38, single, she did have a boyfriend but he left her for someone else. Maria liked Bill, but she knew what was happening in his life. 

Ellen and Janet were happy. 

Bill enjoyed Maria's company and his pain faded away, but in between all this, someone was dying a little inside each day. Pam was sulking very badly. She stayed at home and didn't go out at all. She didn't want to come face to face with Janet. She missed Bill. He treated her like a complete stranger. She knew Bill was going on dates with women called Maria. Sue always talked about Maria, how good and supportive she was. She wanted to break free from her current predicament. She wanted Bill to talk to her and accept her. She decided when Bill came back; today she'd break the ice.

Bill returned home after meeting Maria. Pam was seated on a chair staring at the door. The moment Bill came in, she jumped and went over where he stood.

"We need to talk Bill. I can't live life like that."

"Talk, what for?" Bill asked rising his hands in air.

"I want to confess everything, please listens to me. Talk with me, scream at me. If you want, hit me." Pam said bowing her head down.

"You know I won't hit you, Pam. If you want to confess, fine, but don't you think someone is also liable to hear your confession?"

Pam just stared at Bill blankly, who was the other person?

"I'm talking about Janet. She wanted to confront you, but I told her to wait for Jim's return. Jim, I don't think, will show his face. Tomorrow we are going to Janet's house for your confession. I'm tired now and going to sleep." Bill went in his bedroom without turning back.

Pam just stared at the closed door. She thought if this is what he wants, she'd give it to him. She wasn't prepared to face Janet, but how much before she'drun away from her? She quietly went in her room and prepared herself for the big day. The next day Bill and Pam were ready to meet Janet. Bill phoned Janet in advance and asked her to stay home. When they arrived Janet was shocked to see Pam.

"Well, well, looks who's here, former good friend." Janet said with all her hatred.

"Pam wants to say something. Can we come in?" Bill asked. 

"Sure, what does my former friend have to say? I'm eager to listen. Please have a seat."

"Janet, I'm really sorry. I never thought this would go the way things went. I beg you, please forgive me." Pam said with tears dripping down her cheeks.

"Today I want to know everything from you. When did your affair start? How many times did you both cheat on us? Why did you run away? Everything!" Janet was screaming at Pam.

"Alright, I'll tell you everything. I don't know exactly when it began, but it was innocent at the begging. Jim always said how beautiful I was, that I was hotter than you. He liked the way I dressed. I took it as a compliment in the beginning, but soon he started to get serious. Once, he said he would have been lucky if I was his wife. Soon he started touching me. I know he's aggressive. I always wondered how he was in bed. Believe me, I never wanted to sleep with him until that day. I was alone at home; he came over and was all over me. He tore my clothes off and that's the first time we had sex. It was different with him. The animal lust, the aggression. I liked it. Soon we started doing it whenever we got the chance. Soon we both were in love. He knew you both would come to know about it. Jim then came up with the idea of swapping. He told me he could convince you easily, but Bill was the real problem. He asked me to push Bill into swapping. Like a puppet, I was following his orders."

"We did it once, but Bill refused to do it again and you refused too. We were deep in love. He said he wanted to marry. I was blindly in love with Jim. I followed every step of his without realizing the consequence. We ran away and the rest, you know all." Pam said with her head bowed down.

"I never thought you were such a selfish bitch." Janet hissed.

"Just tell me one thing Pam. In this entire affair, why you didn't think about Sue and Billy once?" Bill asked looking down at Pam.

"I'm sorry Bill; I was blindly in love with Jim." Pam said very lightly almost whispering.

"I pity you Pam. My husband kicked you on your ass and you landed back in your house. You should be thankful to Bill that he allowed you to stay this long, after what you did." Janet said without any mercy. Pam fell down from her chair onto the floor. She cried loudly.

"What I wanted to know, I got. You may go now. Your husband and your kids are always welcome in my house, but I don't want to see your face again. You are forgiven for your sin." Janet said and went in her room to get ready for work. 

Pam got up slowly and followed Bill to their house. Pam wanted Bill to forgive her and accept her again. "Bill I want your forgiveness. I want you back. I want to be your wife again. Please forgive me for my mistake. I'll do anything to correct my mistake."

"It wasn't a mistake. It was a sin. There is no way you can correct your mistake. I'm forgiving you, but I can't accept you. It always brings back the pain you gave whenever I see you. I'm sorry, I'm helpless." With that Bill went in his office. Pam sat in her chair and cried out loudly, realizing what she had done. 

Time went quickly. Pam was miserable, but Sue and Billy were there for her. Bill got friendlier with Maria and they even started kissing. Ellen and Janet were doing fine. Both were happy in their respective jobs. Ellen kept her word to earn and learn. Janet didn't date anyone. She was asked, but she refused politely. Life was good, until Jim returned.

It was Sunday when Jim returned without any notice. He was drunk and his mood was worse. He came in a Jeep full of dust. He came in through the front of his house and screamed Pam's name. Janet and Ellen heard him. Bill was watching TV when he heard Jim screaming. He waited until this day and he knew today was the day. The moment Pam heard Jim she was scared. Bill went out first. Jim saw him and started berating him. Janet and Ellen came out to see what was going on. Bill stepped down and went where Jim stood.

"Ellen take your mother inside." Bill said pointing towards the door.

"Look's like you ate too much dust." Bill said looking at his Jeep.

"It's because of you, you son of a bitch. You took away my Pam from me. I lost my job. I had nowhere to go. It's all because of you, Bill." Jim said with all his hatred.

"No Jim, it's your own deeds that made you like this. I didn't do anything." Bill replied calmly.

"I'll show you my deeds." Jim said removing an iron rod from his trunk. Pam came out and stood watching Jim in horror. Jim made his advance and tried to hit Bill with the rod, but he was drunk so he wasn't that quick. Bill moved aside and punched Jim in his ribs.

"Remember Jim, I promised you when you'dcome in front of me that I'd teach you a lesson? Today is the day." Bill said giving him another punch in his ribs.

Janet and Ellen were watching from their window. Janet asked Ellen to call the police. Sue and Billy came out and stood next to Pam. 

Bill gave Jim blow after blow. Jim did manage to hit back at Bill, but Bill was in a rage. He was like an unleashed animal. He just erupted like a volcano and trashed Jim. Jim was completely knocked out by Bill. Pam stood there crying. Janet saw everything, she didn't cry, but she was happy. Jim deserved this. Finally, Bill gave him a few more blows and stood there looking down at Jim. His mouth and nose were bleeding. Bill wanted to hit him more, but felt pity for him. He turned around and walked to where Pam stood. His back was facing Jim.

"I waited for this day. I promised him. If you want to go with him, I won't stop you." Bill said looking in Pam's eyes. Suddenly Pam looked horrified. Bill was about to turn when Pam pushed him aside. Jim had a gun in his hand; he shot two rounds that pierced Pam. Bill looked surprised. Pam fell down on the ground. Jim dropped his gun from his hand realizing what he had done. Sue and Billy ran towards their mother. Bill ran and let Pam rest her head in his lap. Janet and Ellen came running out and all surrounded Pam.

"Someone call the ambulance." Bill shouted. "Why, why you did this? Why did you save my life?" Bill asked hugging Pam close to him.

"It's the only way I can correct my mistake. I'm sorry. The kids need you. I was selfish, I deserve this. Take care Bill, and take care of the kids." Pam said taking her last breath. Pam died in Bill arms. While she was alive she didn't get a place in his heart because of her cheating, but by saving his life, she died in his arms. Police arrived and arrested Jim. He looked down at Pam's dead body and cried. 

Epilogue

Jim went to trial. He was sent for life imprisonment. Bill and Janet testified against him. He had a gun so the murder was premeditated. Janet also got a divorce from Jim. She got the house and custody of Ellen. Whatever money was in the account was given to her. 

Sue and Billy were in a deep sorrow. Maria Williams was always there for them. She helped them cope with the loss of their mother. Bill was sulking, but Maria helped him too. It took months for the Anderson family to get back to normal. Bill asked Maria to move in with them. Sue and Billy were more then happy to be with her. Bill, with Sue and Billy's consent, asked Maria to marry him. She accepted his proposal and soon they were Mr. and Mrs. Anderson.

Years passed by quickly. All the kids were now grown up and were graduated. After graduation Ellen took higher studies and was on her way to become a charted accountant. Janet never married again. She did get proposals, but she refused. She was happy with Ellen. Maria and Bill were blessed with a girl. Maria named her Pam. Bill was very happy. Whenever he saw his daughter's face, it brought a smile and happiness but no pain.



Pain and Ecstacy



From the day we met, I have liked how naturally submissive you are. Your willingness to do whatever it takes to please me makes me very happy. However, right now I am upset with you. See, even though I have encouraged your independence, lately I feel you have been ignoring me. For several days now, you have been meeting your friends after work, and I have come home to find my house empty, and my pots cold. Therefore, I have decided some punishment is in order. Without taking off my coat, I leave the apartment, and head over to Panera Breads for a sandwich. While I am waiting for my food, I send you a text telling you I will not be home when you get there, and for you to call me when you arrive home. It is not long before my phone rings. I answer abruptly.

"What's wrong, Baby," you ask.

"I think you know," I reply.

"Keith, I know I haven't been home much lately like you want me, but I'm having such a good time with my new girlfriends," you answer. "I will do better. What can I do to make it up to you?"

I answer matter-of-factly: "Get your shower, but when you're done, stay completely naked. Get the ropes and the blindfold from the nightstand, and get your vibrator. Then go to the entranceway, and kneel down on the floor, with those things in your lap. Wait for me there until I get home."

I intentionally eat my dinner slowly, thinking about what I am going to do to you and with you when I get home. After about an hour I settle my bill and head home. I walk through the door, and I am excited to see you have followed my instructions. I stop and look at you a while. You look so sexy and beautiful there, kneeling before me, naked. Your nipples are hard, and there is a look of anticipation and apprehension on your face. My cock twitches at the sight, and I cannot help but grin a little. 

"Very nice," I say. 

You smile at my approval. I approach you, and slowly walk around you, inspecting you. I notice you have shaved your pussy for me, which makes me happy. You smell fresh and clean, with the slight scent of bath gel lingering on your skin. I stand behind you and caress your hair, brushing your cheek with the back of my hand. You sigh softly as I touch you. I know how you adore the slightest contact. You reach up to take my hand, but I pull it away, denying you the satisfaction of touching me. I can see the disappointment in your eyes as I step away from you, and take a seat on the couch. 

"My Love," I say.

"Yes, Keith?"

"I want you to stand up, and walk to the chair across from me," I demand.

"Yes, Keith," you reply.

"Kneel down in the chair, knees in the seat, and lean over the back," I command as I stand and walk toward you. You hesitate, so I smack your bare ass. You jump from the sting, but do as I have instructed. Once you are in the chair, I take the ropes you were holding. I tie your ankles to the front legs of the chair, spreading your legs slightly, and tie your thighs to the arms of the chair. Then I tie your wrists to the back legs of the chair, so you are leaning over the back. Finally, I place a blindfold over your eyes. Now you are helpless, with your ass and pussy exposed for me to do as I wish. For me, the view is exciting, and my cock is beginning to get hard. 

"Now, my Love, you are not to speak unless I ask you a question," I say. "Do you understand?"

"Yes," you answer.

I walk up behind you, and begin caressing your ass. I lightly run my fingers over it, up to the small of you back. Then I slowly slide my fingers down the outside of your hips, down your thighs, to the back of your legs. My hands move up the back of your legs, up to your ass again, where I gently massage your cheeks. I let my fingers brush your pussy, and you inhale as I do. Without warning, I slap your right ass cheek. You jump from the surprise and the sting of my hand. Then I smack the left one. Again, you jump, and this time I hear a little whimper.

"Shhh," I say as I lean over and kiss your face. "It's alright." I go back to caressing your lovely ass. This time I allow my fingers to slip further down between your legs, and rub the outside of your pussy. I can feel your heat. I slide a finger into your slit as my other hand continues to massage your ass. You moan as my finger touches your clit. You push back toward me. Suddenly, I stop, and once again smack your ass. You jump, but instead of a whimper, I detect a slight moan. I smack you again, harder. Then again. And again. Your ass is turning pink, so I stop. Again, I kiss your cheek.

I decide to leave you there a few minutes, and go get myself a drink. I sit on the couch as I drink it, admiring your naked body. It is so sexy, soft and voluptuous. I love how your ample curves feel against me when we make love. However, I am distracting myself from the punishment you need, and realize I have been stroking my cock through my pants as I look at you. 

I rise from the couch and walk back over to you, walking around you, touching your shoulder, your back, and once again smoothing my hand over your ass. Continuing my walk around you, I reach under you and play with your hard nipples, pinching and pulling them. You moan, and they respond by getting harder, which I find arousing. Then I move back behind you, kneel down, and begin to kiss your ass cheeks, first one, and then the other. While I rub and knead your cheeks with my hands, I begin licking the crease between them. I lick slowly, moving my tongue down toward the opening of your asshole. You sigh and push back toward me as my tongue touches your opening. I probe your anus with my tongue, flicking it, licking it with the flat of my tongue, and pushing the tip into your opening. 

"Mmmm," you begin to moan softly. I spread your ass cheeks, and begin licking harder, pushing my tongue deeper into your asshole. "Ohhh, Keith!" you cry. 

I know you are ready for what I have in store for you. I stand, and pull from my pocket a tube of lube I have been hiding there. Flipping open the top, I squeeze some onto your asshole, and rub it in with my finger. More sighs of pleasure emanate from you as I push a finger into your relaxing hole. I feel your asshole tighten around my finger, as if you are drawing it in. So, I begin to work my finger in and out of your hole. As you relax, and become more accustomed to my finger, I push a second one into you. You rise up slightly from the surprise. Next, I begin to work my two fingers in and out, getting your anus a little looser. Once I feel it is nice and relaxed, I remove my fingers, and begin to insert a butt plug I was hiding in my other pocket. Adding more lube, I push it slowly but firmly, and watch as it expands your asshole to its limit. You gasp from the slight pain as the widest part pushes past your opening, and then exhale with a sigh as it slips in all the way. I stand back to admire my work.

"How's that feel, Baby?" I ask

"Umm, kind of good, but a little painful," you reply. "I feel rather filled" 

"Damn, Baby, you look fucking HOT!" I say as I begin rubbing my cock through my pants. 

I walk back to you. This time I reach between your legs and begin to play with your pussy. It is very wet, and my finger slips right in with no resistance. Again, you gasp. I slide in a second finger, and begin to push them in and out, feeling your wetness. With my fingers nice and wet, I start to tease your clit. You move your hips, pressing your pussy into my hand, and moaning loudly. I continue to rub and pinch your clit, and feel your pussy begin to release more of your juices, telling me you are close to an orgasm. However, I do not want you to come yet, so I stop.

"Oh, Keith, don't stop!" you cry. "That felt sooo good!"

"I thought I said no talking," I answer sternly. "I guess I need to remind you that I mean what I say."

With that, I unbuckle and remove my belt. I know by your reaction that you heard me remove it as I pulled it from my pants. I could see you tense up when it flapped out of the loops. 

"There are repercussions for disobeying me, Baby," I say as I walk up behind you. "You need to know I mean what I say."

With that, I drape my belt over the small of your back, so you can feel the supple leather. I see you shiver as I pull it toward me, and let it slide across your ass. I take the buckle in my hand, and double the end back to it, folding it in half to make a loop. Then, without warning, I raise my arm, and let it fall onto your ass with a snap. You jump from the sting. I raise my arm again, this time letting it fall a little faster, and harder. Again, you jump. I smile as I see your ass redden. I smack the other cheek. I continue several more blows, each time you jump, and cry out from the sting. However, I also see from the look on your face that you may be enjoying this. 

Your ass is red now, so I stop, and throw my belt onto the couch. I approach you again, and lovingly rub your ass, to try to ease the stinging you feel. It feels hot, and I can see your pussy has become even wetter than it was. I am very aroused now, so I finally undress. I walk around and stand in front of you. I run my fingers through your hair, then grab a handful and lift your face toward mine. I lean over and kiss you passionately, then let go of your hair. As I stand next to you so you can hear, I unzip and unbutton my pants. I pull my cock out, and move back in front of you, my hard cock inches from your face.

"Suck my cock!" I demand as I press it to your lips.

You part your lips and eagerly take in the head of my cock. You swirl your tongue around the head as you immediately begin to suck it. I push my cock toward you, and you open your mouth wider to take me in deeper. It feels so good!

"Oh, Baby, that feels wonderful!" I say. "You like sucking my cock, don't you?"

"Mmmm hmm," you answer without missing a beat.

You begin sucking harder. I take your head in my hands and begin fucking your mouth. I get carried away, and you gag on my cock as it hits the back of your throat. I pull my cock out to let you catch your breath. Once I realize you are ok, I push my cock back into your mouth and begin thrusting again. You are sucking enthusiastically, and I am getting close to coming. Reluctantly, I pull out of your mouth. 

"Uhnn Uhnn," You whine as my cock leaves your mouth. 

"Did you say something, Baby?" I ask. You shake your head no. "Good, because I'd hate to get the belt after your ass again."

With that, I walk behind you, slip a finger into your pussy, and find it dripping wet. Next, I tease begin to tease you with the head of my cock, rubbing it along your hot slit, and over your clit. You moan loudly.

"What do you want, Baby?' I ask. You hesitate, so I continue, "You can answer me." 

"Oh, Keith, I want you to fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

Immediately I shove my cock into you, grab your hips, and start fucking you fast and hard. You cry out, and I know it will not be long before you orgasm. Your pussy clenches my cock, and I feel it getting harder and thicker. My balls begin to tighten, and I know I too will come soon. As I fuck you, I start to push and pull on the butt plug in your ass. This sends you over the edge. 

"Ohhh, god, Keith, I'm coming!" You cry out

Your pussy begins to spasm, squeezing my cock; your juices almost squirt out of you, soaking my balls. You moan loudly, crying out, almost screaming. The sound of your moans ignites my orgasm, and I come hard as I thrust deep into your pussy. 

"Oh FUCK, Baby" I shout out as I unload spurt after spurt into you. My knees start to buckle I come so hard. We are both moaning as our orgasms subside, and I fall forward onto your back, exhausted. 

I lay there on your back a while, stroking your hair. I reach up and remove your blindfold, then slowly stand. I walk around you, untying your restraints. Then I take your hand and help you stand, pull you to me, embrace you and kiss you passionately once again. Finally, I lead you to our bedroom, so we can rest, and get ready for another round.



Pain and Ecstacy



You had asked if he could visit and I couldn't think of a good reason to say no, even though he wasn't just an ex-boyfriend, but someone you had been in love with and parted on good terms. It seemed only polite to give you some time together alone, to catch up on a shared history I was excluded from. I knew you still liked him and I could sense how much he still liked you and some part of me wanted to shout because it was still early enough in our relationship that I couldn't quite believed what you felt for me was as strong as what I felt for you and bitter history had taught me of the capacity of others to rip your heart out. I took myself off to the pub in an attempt to anaesthetise myself against the impending sense of dread I could feel, to fill the hollow space in my stomach where contentment had lain. 

You had cooked a meal and he had brought wine and together you trailed back over old times and raised the warm glow of happy days and intimate nights neither of you quite daring to address the unspoken conversation that was sliding under the words exchanged. Subtly and without conscious thought your bodies relaxed into the space between you. As time moved on and your conversation drifted it seemed only natural in the warmth of each other's glow to pull you legs up onto the sofa and lean so your head rested against his arm. A turned head in laughter allowed him to slip has arm around you and to lay his hand gently on your stomach while your hand slid down to his thigh and then the talk became more muted, the air tense with the unspoken, the knot rising in each of you and causing an imperceptible shudder of excited anticipation. You could almost stand back and view the scene as the events became inevitable but still seemed somehow strangely distant. You turn your head at his words and smile and he moves just a fraction closer. You feel the warmth of his hand. The touch of his breath. Your lips dry, now parted. Your eyes linked together by a thought that turns into an attraction of bodies and leads to the gentlest of kisses as lips meet, are pressed and open to invite each other to exchange a sign of tongues. It is electric and at that moment could be nothing or everything and for a fleeting time there is everything that it could be. To stop, the easiest course but now there is a fervour, his arms move and caress you and pull you to him and you can feel your own will giving to the temptation of a passion set aside but now rekindled. 

He has pulled at you shirt and as he unbuttons it you make your choice and pull at his t-shirt, until you both face each other, you kneeling, each with your naked tops, fingers touching, caressing and feeling the euphoria of forbidden sex. You both wrap yourselves around each other, kissing hard and stroking and gripping, standing as you do so. He undoes your jeans and you undo his. You each pull down your own along with your underwear and now you both stand naked and trembling. You take his hand and lead him to the bedroom without putting on the light. You sit on the bed and pull him towards you until he's standing in front of you. You lift his rigid cock and gently lick the end, before sliding your mouth down over the shaft. He responds immediately, but before you can continue he grabs your hair and ease your head away and backwards until you lay back on the bed. He lifts your knees and spreads you legs just wide enough to place himself at the lips of you cunt. He pushes, your lips ease apart and he slide smoothly in and you are reminded of passion past. His movement is gentle, rhythmic, his hand caress. You are lost in the feeling of warmth pulsating out from your groin and through your stomach. Your muscles tense, your back arches, his thrusts become deeper, harder. 

One small part of your head registers that this is unprotected sex, but this just heightens the intensity of the moment. You can feel your climax coming, rippling out from your cunt. His hands press and push and the pain mixes with the pleasure. The two of you collapse in a hot wet heap. No words are spoken, but the moment has played out and now guilt seeps into your head and he senses the change. He kisses you firmly on the lips and then silently leaves. You pull a big t-shirt on and some clean pants, then climb under the duvet . 

The noise of the front door startles you. It's me, back from the pub. We pass a few words but you're tired and I am slightly drunk. We kiss and cuddle and then turn away from each other to sleep. But I cannot sleep because my stomach is knotted and my drink addled brain is churning with worry. I have been awake for hours when I sense you slip out of the bed. You pause, clearly testing to see if I am asleep, so I breathe deeply and close my eyes. I can feel you pass to the bedroom door and then I slide out of bed to follow. Sure that you are going to the toilet, fearing that you are going to him. There is light from outside spilling into the living room and I can see you standing above him. He sits up; lifts his hands and slides them under your t-shirt, then pulls them down holding your panties. 

You step out of your underwear while he folds over the sleeping bag revealing his naked frame below and his erect penis. You step over him, lift the hem of your t-shirt and begin to crouch. His hands move to your hips and you grip his penis. You adjust the connection and then gently falling forward impale yourself on him. You begin to move your hips and I can see your firm ass rise and fall. He slides his hands up pushing your t-shirt up until your breasts hang down and his hands move to cover both, gently kneading them. Your back is arched, he squeezes and thrusts. I feel sick but cannot help my left hand reaching down to grasp my own cock. I was hard and close to climax. The two of you were also reaching a zenith almost unable to mute the moan of pleasure rising between you. One last spasm and you collapse onto him. His arms encircle you. You roll apart and I can see you raw, moist cunt and his member still semi-erect. 

My throat constricts and my fingers grip but I cannot move with the agony of the scene. Then you move round, across his stomach until your mouth reaches his cock and then your head dips and you pull him up with your lips. I can see his dick engorge once more as you move rhythmically up and down. He puts one hand on your head and holding your hair firmly guides you down until your face is pushed into his groin. You try to jerk up but his grip is fast then he relaxes and you rise gasping for air. Instead of appealing you breathe hard then go down again, repeating the move, this time with him holding you longer. The gasp is deeper, but before you can go down again he kneels up and moves behind you. He rubs his fingers up and down your cunt and then slips a finger into your ass. Withdrawing it he presses the head of his cock to the puckered entrance, grips your hips and slide in slowly, drawing another gasp from you. He begins to thrust, slowly but deeply and I watch your breasts sway. 

Then you lift your head and just for a moment I think I see the flash of recognition in your eyes and I am frozen. But then you close your eyes and tip your head back, sighing as he begins to move with more purpose. He pushes harder and I can hear his thighs slap your cheeks. Then he withdraws and you suck air through your teeth with pain. You turn and sit. He stands and moves towards you. Your lips once more engage his rigid cock and now he thrusts with equal force into your mouth while you use one hand to try to control him. Then he arches and the two of you strike a pose. You pull away and I can see his cock glisten and the cream form before your tongue snakes forward and licks it off. There is more and you repeat the move. Then you lean back onto your elbows. He looks at you and I can see the desire in his face. I step back into the darkness, only then releasing my own dick, fingers covered in milky fluid. 

I move silently and swiftly back to the bedroom, slip under the covers and lie still. I hear you in the bathroom. Then sense you enter the room. I feel you climb under the duvet and lie still. Then you move and your arm slides over me and you move your body to fit with mine. I can feel the heat of his sex radiating from you. I turn and our mouths meet and I can taste his come in your mouth. Our hands stroke and then move to each other's sex. I roll you onto your back and you spread your legs. You slip my dick into your still wet cunt and I thrust hard. You moan and arch and throw your hand over your head while I push myself deeper and deeper into you. Then my orgasm bursts and we lock together.



Pain & Ecstasy



It was rather late when I finally got to my hotel. I was completely drained from the evening's activities, and looked forward to a little sleep. I told Michelle and Brigette that we had to get together again soon; they agreed and we made plans for the next night.

So many thoughts clouded my mind as I tossed and turned... getting to sleep was going to be hard. There was the omnipresent vision of Michelle, along with something else. Something darker. 

I awoke 6 hours later, bathed in sweat. I found that I was breathing heavily, and my whole body tingled... it was the dream. I quickly recalled the essence of the dream, but very few details... I only knew that it was different somehow, something that only came from the dark recesses of one's soul. Yet, it was pleasurable, comforting... 

I struggled to get cleaned up and dressed. That done, I stumbled down to the local cafe for coffee and something to eat. I noticed the time, and realized that I had to get moving; I had a meeting in less than an hour. 

The rest of the day passed quickly for me, but the dream kept making an appearance. Each time, it brought some more details... but it was still too damned vague. It was like an apple just out of reach; no matter how hard you tried to grab it, it was just too far away.

I got back to my room, and quickly showered and changed. I was getting excited about seeing Michelle again, and kissing those wonderfully sexy lips. She really had a hold on me, and I just hope she never lets go. We've shared an incredible experience so far, and I eagerly looked forward to what the future had in store for us.

I picked her up at her place, and we set off for Brigette's. It was about a 30 minute drive, but I didn't care. The evening was perfect; a clear sky that was just now showing the marvelous colors of sunset, and a delicately cool breeze. I felt myself relax as we pulled out onto the highway and merged into traffic. What would tonight be like?

Acting as if she heard me, Michelle scooted down in her seat and undid my shorts. I moved the seat back to give her more room, and she quickly freed my now-hard cock from my briefs. I felt my eyes roll back into my head as she took me into her sweet, warm mouth... I could barely concentrate on driving as she worked me expertly; her soft tongue teasing the head, then taking my whole cock deep down her throat. I knew I'd have to pull off the road soon... she was just too damned good. She stopped for a minute, then looked up at me and smiled. In a split second, my cock was once again deep down her throat, and then she really began to suck on me. No time to pull off; I was going to cum right there... I tried to keep the car straight as my legs tensed up and my cock exploded with cum... I couldn't believe I was driving while coming! Michelle finished me off and quietly got back up into her seat. The people in the car next to us were quite surprised to suddenly see two people in the front seat... 

I reached over, grabbed her leg and spread her thighs apart. Then I moved my hand into her drenched crotch. I slowly probed and stroked her pussy as we blissfully finished our trip to Brigette's. I pulled into the address that Brigette gave us and turned off the car. I looked over at Michelle, who was by now really into my fingers. She grabbed my wrist and kept my hand right where it was, her hands helping me to work her pussy. I firmly pulled my hand away, much to her disappointment. But I wasn't done... yet. I pulled her close to me as I dropped down to the floorboard, and stuck my head in between her thighs. I heard her sigh and moan as my tongue entered her cunt. I ate her out fast and hard, slipping my fingers up her ass and into her pussy... I probed her faster and faster, fucking both her holes with my fingers as I sucked hard on her clit... In a few seconds, I could feel her orgasm wrack her body; her back arching way up and her hands squishing my face hard into her crotch... 

I got up from the floorboard and began kissing Michelle's now-exposed stomach and chest. I worked up to her neck and soon found her inviting mouth once more.

Unknown to us at the time, but Brigette happened to see my car pull up from a front window, and watched as my head disappeared from view. Then all she could see was Michelle's top half, writing and arching. She knew what I was doing to her.

We eventually got out and walked up to the door and knocked. After a second or two, Brigette opened the door. She looked even more stunning than the last time we saw her. Michelle even let out a little gasp... she wore nothing but a black, cup-less push-up bra and leather stiletto-heeled boots. There was something about her eyes; they seemed different to me somehow. They were more piercing this time, and they seemed bigger... and more full of life. A chill came over me as I experienced a feeling of deja-vu... only it wasn't a feeling. It was the dream... I was here before in the dream... 

Brigette spoke softly to us. She told us that she couldn't wait to see us again, and moved closer to Michelle. She took her finger and traced an invisible line across Michelle's cheek and then along her bottom lip. Michelle grabbed Brigette's hand and slowly began to devour her fingers, one-by-one. They locked eyes as Brigette reached down with her other hand and found Michelle's still-wet mound. 

Brigette suddenly broke away from her and started talking quickly. She mentioned that she had some interesting things in her basement that we might like to see, and that she'd like to show us. The look and smile that she gave us told us that we'd be in for a very pleasant surprise... 

We followed Brigette down the spiral staircase and right into a world where only the darkest, most forbidden pleasures could be explored. There were posts with shackles, racks... hard, metal chairs with restraints... large metal hooks in the ceiling, ropes and chains everywhere. On one wall whips of various types stood displayed with pride. There was a bench with all manner of dildos, probes, strap-ons, and vibrators.

Brigette moved over to the metal chair and took a seat. She told us that she was really a bad girl. She wanted, indeed needed to be punished. Would we help?

My legs began to tremble and my heart began pumping harder... this was the essence of the dream, I realized! This moment in time, right here with Michelle and Brigette, I was going to live out my darkest fantasies... I looked over at Michelle and saw that same look in her eyes... she was going to realize her fantasies as well.

Michelle moved to Brigette and told her to lie down face-first on the cold, concrete floor. She told her to put her hands behind her back and to lie there perfectly still. I took some lengths of the rope and quickly tied Brigette's wrists together. I took another length of rope and tied it to her right elbow, then I looped it under and around her left one. I slowly drew on the rope so that Brigette's elbows slowly came together. I stopped pulling when her elbows touched, then I tied off the rope.

Michelle had tied Brigette's ankles to her thighs in the meantime, and we finished the hog-tie with a length of rope from Brigette's bound elbows to her ankles. I found a ball gag and placed it over Brigette's mouth, effectively muffling her moans.

We took a leather body harness off of a bench, and worked it on Brigette's body. When we finally got it secured, I took a chain from the wall and attached it to the hooks on the harness. With Michelle's help, we lifted Brigette off of the floor and suspended her about waist-high in the air.

Both Michelle and I admired our handiwork. Brigette was slowly spinning helplessly from the chain, moaning and writhing the whole time.

We decided to have some fun with Brigette. We took off our clothes and stood right in front of her. Michelle backed up so that her ass was pushing into Brigette's face. I got down on Michelle, and began to lick her crotch. From my position, I could reach back far enough to lick Brigette's throat, then follow the path right up through Michelle's ass and pussy. I did this over and over. Brigette's moaning got louder and more urgent. I realized that with most of her body throbbing in low-grade pain, my tongue on her throat must have felt like heaven... 

I kept licking both of them until Michelle was about to cum. She quickly turned around to face Brigette's head, then grabbed her hair, rubbing her clit all over her face as she did so. In a moment, Michelle came all over Brigette's face... 

I got up and went around to the back of Brigette. I worked her legs apart with my hips, and found her dripping cunt. I stuck my cock all the way inside and moved it around a bit. I couldn't get over how tight and wet she was... I reluctantly pulled out and repositioned my cock. When the head was right over her puckered asshole, I drove it in all the way. I grabbed the harness and began to fuck her hard and fast... her moaning undertook a new tone; it was deeper, more animistic. I kept fucking her faster and faster; she was completely helpless to stop what I was doing... she could only endure. Michelle found some nipple clamps, and attached them to Brigette's large, erect nipples. The sudden shot of pain seemed to partially revive her senses, and she moaned even louder than before... 

I came with such force and passion; my eyes rolled into the back of my head and I was only aware of the intense feeling in my loins. My senses were filled with only Brigette's scent... the delicious way her body and juices smelled... 

I opened my eyes at last. I saw Michelle over by the bench with the probes, and she picked up a large strap-on. She walked over to Brigette, who by now was barely coherent. Her arms were turning a deep red by now, her breaths coming in short, shallow gasps. Michelle grabbed Brigette's hair and showed her the large cock on the strap-on. She told her she was going to fuck her with it... hard and fast.

Brigette eyed the strap-on with a bit of fear, and vainly tried to struggle. The ropes bit even deeper, but her numbed flesh hardly noticed. Michelle put on the strap-on and walked behind Brigette. I had to lower her a bit so that Michelle had the perfect position. I watched as Michelle grabbed the same spots on the harness that I did and thrust the large cock deep inside Brigette's dripping pussy. She gasped in pain and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. As Michelle thrust harder and harder, she yelled at Brigette. She called her a fucking slut, a cock-eating whore, and told her to cum. With each thrust, Michelle shouted out "fucking slut" as she slammed her hips into Brigette's raw crotch... 

A few moments later, Brigette turned rigid, and a deep, guttural noise emitted from her very soul... her body twitched with her orgasm, then became completely limp. We carefully lowered her to the floor and gently untied her. Michelle got a blanket and we helped her over to a large mattress that was in a corner of the basement. We all laid together, naked under the blanket.

Michelle and I moved close to Brigette... she was shivering from the chill. As she calmed into a light sleep, my mind wondered what we could do next...



Pain and Passion



My Dom walked into the room, and I looked up startled to see him. Without a thought, I slipped off my clothes and walked over to him. Standing inches from his tall frame, I lifted my chin and kissed his mouth. My lips wrapped around his, and I sucked him into me. The bristles from his new beard tickled my chin as he kissed me deeply. I had been craving him for so long, and touching him finally had soothed me. 

He told me to remove his shirt. As I continued to kiss him, I unbuttoned his shirt from the top down, keeping my focus on teasing his delicious mouth with my tongue. I pulled his shirt off and slid my hands under his undershirt, and pulled up and over his head. I pressed my bare chest against his and pressed my mouth even deeper into him. I opened my eyes slightly to look at his handsome face to make sure that this moment was real, that I was truly in my Dom's arms. 

I was led into my bedroom and was told to kneel before my Dom as he sat in a large chair in front of me. He placed his hands delicately on my face as he kissed me tenderly. I felt his hand move from my face down my arm and clasp my wrist. He led my arm around my back and held it there; my wrist resting against my lower back. He continued to kiss me sweetly as he released my wrist, and slapped my breast hard. My warm, bare breast bounced against his hand as he slapped it again. I could feel my cunt juices flow between my lips as he kissed me tenderly and slapped me roughly. I only hoped that he would slap me more, harder, faster, and stimulate my flesh under his hand as he caressed my lips. I felt his hand on my other arm as be pinned it behind my back, so my back was straight with my breasts on display for him. He continued to slap my breasts. The sound of flesh against flesh filled the room and made my heart race with excitement. 

My Dom lifted my face in his hands and looked into my eyes. He told me to sit still and close my eyes. I lowered my head and closed my eyes. He left me and returned sitting in front of me again. He told me to open my eyes. I opened them to see a black leather collar in his hands. A soft smile formed across my face and I could feel tears form in my eyes. I had wished for a collar since the day my Dom took me as his sub. I had spent months trying to earn it, with genuine devotion, and flawless service to him; indulging his every fantasy to please him and to show him how thankful I was to be owned by him. He slipped it around my neck and I began to cry tears of joy and gratitude. 

He lowered his briefs and allowed me to suck him, which is one of my favorite things and was such a gift. I opened my mouth wide and took him deep into my mouth. His cock slid so smooth against my tongue and when his head pressed deep down my throat, I moaned with pleasure. I held his cock in my throat and swallowed. I lifted my head slightly off of him and took him deep in my mouth again, and again. I held my lips firm around the base of his cock. My Dom lifted my head off of him and a string of precum connected from the tip of his head to my mouth as I sat up. I licked my lips breaking it and he tasted salty and sweet at the same time. He asked if I loved sucking his cock. I exclaimed, yes. He allowed me to continue to suck him. I hungrily stuffed my face with his cock, licking him and sucking him devotedly. I felt at home and aroused at the same time on my knees with his cock in my mouth. He let his head fall back and moaned loudly as my mouth serviced him. 

He stood up and pulled me up with him. He commanded that I lay my body over my cage. I pressed my hips against the cold metal of the cage and rested my chest down and stretched my arms forward. I could feel my chest quiver with anticipation. As the moments passed, I could feel my heart rate escalate. The second I began to relax, I felt a powerful whip of my Dom's belt across the back of my thighs. I grabbed the bars of the cage in front of me and closed my eyes tight. I felt another snap of the belt on the same spot and thought my thigh was melting with heat. The sound of the belt smacking my flesh echoed in the room as he whipped me on the other leg, again and again. I could feel my knees begin to buckle under the pain and my hips ached from the metal clasps pinching my skin as I pressed my body against it to keep myself still. 

I felt relief when the belt moved from my legs to my back. It was not pain I felt, but warmth and intense pressure which soothed my flesh. I then felt his powerful fingers dig into my flesh and drag down my back. Nothing aroused me more than being scratched by my Dom. I felt my back become warm and I rested my cheek against the cage as I felt dizzy from pleasure. I could feel my back being painted with beautiful red streaks and hoped that this pleasure would last.

My legs throbbed with welts from the kiss of his belt and I felt myself becoming weak from holding still and enduring this consuming pain. I reminded myself, as the leather snapped on my skin, that I loved him and would do anything to please him, so although the pain was overwhelming, I stood there, quiet and still surrendering my power over to him to abuse my body for his pleasure, and I loved it. 

I watched as he dropped the belt through the cage and felt his hard cock between my ass cheeks. I inhaled quickly as he teased me. I could feel my cunt juices dripping between my legs as I begged for my Dom's cock inside me. I lowered my head, raised my hips and spread my legs preparing for him and desperately wanting him. I could feel myself begin to cry my body craved him so much. As the tears reached my cheeks, I felt him thrust his hard cock into my eager pussy. I inhaled with his entry and stretched my arms out in front of me. I pressed my hands against the wall on the other side of the cage as my Dom began pumping his cock into me. He felt so fucking amazing in me. I was his slut, his kitten, his devoted submissive, only existing to please him. 

He pulled me off of the cage and had me lay on the bed. He climbed on top of me and restrained my wrists to either side of my head as he continued thrusting his cock into me. I felt overwhelmed with pleasure and I could feel my heart race beneath him. He owned me. My body belonged to him. The cunt that he was ruthlessly fucking belonged to him. I yearned for him to use me and abuse me without abandon. My only need and want is to please and serve him. As he pumped his passion into me, I heard him moan and whimper and closed my eyes as he came in me. I felt weak under his thrusts and soothed by his release. 

We only had a few more precious moments together, and my Dom desired for me to also be satisfied. I watched as he slipped on a latex glove and a smile came across my face in the hopes that I would soon be consumed by his fist inside me. He told me to crawl off the bed and over to my cage. I crawled in and was tied to the top of the cage with ropes tied to my collar restraining my body, and choking me if I moved. I sat back on my knees with my wrists in front of me with my leather cuffs around them. I looked like an obedient kitten bound in my cage, and I smiled at my Dom as he sat back and admired me. He reached for his belt again, and desired to watch my facial reactions as he whipped me. I straighten my arms in front of me and kept my eyes locked on his. He withdrew the belt and it came down hard against my arms. 

The snap was quick and hard, but I kept my eyes on him and my face was relaxed and pleasant. He whipped me again, and again rising his hand higher to come down harder onto my flesh. I continued to look at him calmly and lovingly. It was only after a number of whips smacked my flesh that I winced under the pain, and closed my eyes tight to endure it. When I opened my eyes, My Dom's chin was lowered as he looked up at me. He had a devious, intense expression on his face and I knew that my painful and pure reaction had pleased him. I loved enduring pain for him and never hold back my emotions. I truly allowed myself to be vulnerable and exposed emotionally and physically to him, knowing that he loved me and I could trust that although he would punish me, he would also take care of me.

He told me to sit and spread my legs in front of him. I bent my knees in and let them rest out to the sides as I exposed my wet cunt to him. I felt him insert two fingers into my eager pussy and I began rocking my hips forward against him. He began rubbing my clit with his generous thumb and I let my head fall back as rush of heat flowed through my body. My senses were overwhelmed. I was being choked from above unable to seek solace in resting my body back. My clit felt as though it was going to explode from the pressure under my Dom's thumb. My insides were consumed by heat as I felt four of my Dom's fingers fucking me. My breath began to quicken as my Dom lowered his body and began sinking his teeth into my flesh. My inner thighs were seized by my Dom's mouth. 

More bites than I could comprehend inflicted my skin. I felt a hot white pain as he pinched my flesh between his teeth and pulled up snapping his sharp teeth over the pulled skin. I had begged him to use me as he wished without restraint, and he did exactly that. His bites were quick and sharp and he was ravenous biting every inch of my inner thighs and waist. The intensity from his vicious bites, his powerful hands and the suffocating collar pulling against my throat was too much to bear. Tears began to run down my face and I started to sob and cry out. For the first time, I called out my safe word and held his hand still against me clit. 

My chest rose and fell fast and I laid my head back as far as the rope would allow and cried. The pain was too much to comprehend and I had truly been used and broken. My Dom immediately untied me from the cage and I felt faint being released. He climbed on the bed and begged me to lie beside him. I stood up, and my body shook unsteadily as I lay down next to him. He wrapped me in his arms and held me as I sobbed. I felt safe and loved in his arms. He held me tight against his chest and I was instantly soothed. My body felt limp against him. And I closed my eyes and allowed myself to rest. I felt so lucky to be owned by him, and filled with pleasure in knowing that he let himself go and indulge in his most vicious desires with me. My Dom and I have such a powerful connection. He holds my heart and cherishes me and I adore him for his love and painful pleasure. I would do anything for him, and am truly grateful to be his to serve him as his slave, as his slut, as his kitten and especially as his devoted and obedient submissive.



Pain & Pleasure



January 11th - I received a call from my husband Samuel telling me that he had an urgent business meeting and would be away for 2 weeks. I rushed out of the office and got home early to prepare dinner. I wanted the evening to be perfect and while preparing dinner, I anticipated that we would be making love that night. I had my satin lingerie on and I wanted sex pretty badly.

To my disappointment, Samuel got home at a quarter-pass midnight, too drunk to do anything! He stumbled into bed and fell asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow. I was frustrated, angry and bitterly disappointed.

Samuel left for the airport at 7 am and planted a kiss on my cheek. I wanted to scream at him but I decided that it would be best that I waited for him to return.

It was a Saturday and I went about my usual chores. Went grocery shopping, had my nails done at the manicurist and got home at about 2.30 pm. It was a hot afternoon and I needed a nice cool bath. 

I had just removed my clothes and was tying up my hair when the buzzer rang. "Damn" I thought to myself. Wrapped myself in a bathrobe and looked through the security camera - it was Justin. 

It had slipped my mind that I wanted to borrow Nell's (his wife, my best friend) laptop and Nell told me that Justin would swing by today. But it was only 3.00 pm and he's an hour early.

"You're early," I said.

"I'm sorry but I was on the way to the pub – just wanted to check if you're home so that I can have my drinks without worrying about this laptop" he replied with a hint of sarcasm.

"Ok hang on, c'mon up" I said and activated the door release.

"Come in Jus, leave it on the coffee table" I said.

"Whoa" he replied.

"What's the matter? Never seen someone in a bathrobe?" 

"No, it's not that – never imagined you looking that good"

Frankly, I was flattered. But I brushed it aside, thinking that he was just being his usual jovial self. "Alright then Kym, see you next week" he said and made his way towards the door.

"Take care Jus and thanks" I said.

I closed the bedroom door and removed my bathrobe. I stepped under the shower and let the water run over my breasts, my nipples were erect and I was horny as hell. I was cursing Samuel for not fulfilling me last night.

The water felt good and I could feel my juices running down my inner thighs, I put one hand on my breast and had the other massaging the folds of my pussy. I wanted to cum really badly.

I spread my legs apart and inserted my finger into my aching cunt, it felt so good. My finger was buried deep in my pussy and I started to rub my clit with my thumb, I started to finger fuck myself furiously and waves of pleasure took over.

I turned around to look for the candle that I had placed on the vanity top, wanting to use it, when I saw Justin behind me. He had his pants down to his knees and was stroking his hard erect cock.

I wanted to scream, but I just could not take my eyes off his shaft. I looked him in the eyes, stepped out of the shower, got onto my knees and started stroking his cock. It was huge. Now, I know what Nell meant when she tells me that she gets torn apart. 

He pulled my head closer and I licked his shaft, from the head to the base. I sucked on his balls and I could tell he loved it. I put my lips on the tip of his shaft and I could taste the pre-cum. 

I took in the head of his cock into my mouth slowly and started sucking. He released my hair clip and pulled my hair. Before I knew it I had half his cock in my mouth and I was sucking away.

He removed his shirt and I took off his pants, he pulled me up and we started kissing passionately. He placed me on the vanity top, spread my legs apart and got onto his knees.

"Mmmm, now it's my turn to taste you" he said.

"Ohhh" was all I could say as he licked my inner thigh. As soon as the tip of his tongue touched my pussy, I was in ecstasy. I pulled his head close to my aching cunt and said "Lick me baby, fuck me with that tongue".

He parted my cunt lips and shoved his tongue into my wet pussy. It felt so good. He licked me inside out, up and down and teased asshole with that tongue. 

"I'm cummming Justin" and he sucked on my clit. My juices were all over his face and mouth and he lapped it all up. He stood up and we kissed - I could taste myself on his lips.

He made me turn around with my back facing him and started massaging my breasts, his cock felt so good against my back.

"Tear me apart baby, tear me apart like how you tear Nell" I said, panting.

I placed my hands on the vanity top and he parted my legs. Slowly, he inserted the tip of his cock into my cunt and shoved the entire length into my wet pussy. I was horny as hell, but his cock was so huge, I screamed in pleasure. In the 5 minutes that he had his cock in me, I came 3 times. I could not explain it, maybe it was the frustration – but Justin was bringing out something else in me.

"You want to be torn apart?" he asked.

"Unngh yesss" was my answer.

He slid his cock out slowly and massaged my pussy with his fingers. Then he rubbed my juices over my asshole, slowly he parted my butt cheeks – I was surprised and quite scared, as I had never been fucked in there.

"It's okay Kym, just relax" he reassured me.

"Do you do this to Nell?" I asked.

"Yes, and she loves it" was the reply.

He picked up the bottle of Vaseline that I had on the vanity top and smeared it onto his cock. He then poured some onto my asshole and inserted the tip of his shaft into me, it was painful at first, but then pleasure took over and he was fucking me.

I begged him to go faster and he did. While he had his cock in my ass, I rubbed my clit and came so hard. He gripped my hips and pumped me even harder. 

I moaned so loud and he was worried that the neighbors might hear, but I did not care. I was in heat, our sweat mixing, passion, primitive sex – you name it. I was getting the fuck of my life.

His increased his pace and said, " I'm cumming Kym".

He shot his load into my ass as we came together. Never have I felt such pleasure and pain at the same time. We were spent and collapsed on the bathroom floor. After 2-3 minutes, we got into the shower, kissed and cleaned each other up. We met again 2 days later and had sex in his office. 

Justin and I still have sex frequently and at times, I would stroke his cock under the table whilst in the presence of our spouses. It may be wrong, but my sex life with Samuel has improved and he goes anal on me too.



Pain & Pleasure



She could not believe how hard her nipples were. They stood up from her breasts proudly and she fairly ached for them to be touched. She could practically feel the blood rushing into them. They formed almost perfect circles of crinkled flesh with their rosy red tips. He looked down at her and smiled. She could see the approval and arousal in his eyes. He reached out and very lightly touched one nipple. She sighed and arched her back, thrusting her breast toward Him, eager for His touch. His fingers manipulated the sensitive flesh and she began to moan. It felt so incredibly good. Involuntarily, she began rubbing her legs together looking for friction for her burning clit but He reached down and spread her thighs apart. "Wait," He said and with an effort, she did.

He reached to the table beside the bed and picked up the clamp. She stared wide-eyed at it and watched Him very closely. Silently, He worked to adjust the width of the opening then paused and leaned over to kiss her deeply. She returned the kiss hungrily but made no other move. He was in control and she tried patiently to wait His command. Looking into her eyes, He said, "You trust Me, don't you?" She nodded and He smiled again. With fascination, she watched as He placed the clamp on her swollen nipple. At first, she did not feel much, but as He gradually began to tighten it, she felt the pressure increasing. 

Taking His time and watching her closely to gauge her reaction, He slowly turned the adjusting screw. The pressure built until she began to feel the beginnings of pain. Despite her best efforts, she flinched and He paused. His eyes searched hers and she did her best to let Him know it was okay. It did hurt, but she wanted Him to continue. Reassured, He again turned the screw and the sensation of pain consequently increased. Tears began to well up in the corners of her eyes, but at the same time, she became aware that a change was taking place. Incredibly, as the pain grew stronger it began to merge with strange new feelings of pleasure. Though she could not explain it and did not fully understand it, the two sensations were blending . . . melding into one feeling that was spreading throughout her body. 

When the clamp was tightened far beyond the point when she would have thought she could have taken it, He stopped and reached for the other one. Moving slowly and cautiously again, He placed it on her other nipple and began to turn the screw. Again, she felt the building pressure and when it began to cross the threshold of pain, she actually welcomed it this time. When it was securely attached, He paused again. The strange mixture of pain and pleasure in her nipples was merging now and she could feel it flowing through her breasts. A heat was building between her legs. She could feel her nipples throbbing and they became almost impossibly red. 

He moved from the bed and began to undress. She watched Him through eyes that were clouded with lust. Her whole body felt alive in a way that it never had before. She could not believe that having her nipples clamped was having such an effect on her. She was breathing heavily and the movement of her breasts up and down caused the clamps to move slightly, which only triggered new combinations of pleasure and pain. His cock was swollen and she could see the vein pulsing just beneath the surface of the skin. She licked her lips and parted them invitingly. When He was completely naked, He reached to the table again. This time He had a slender silver chain. 

Leaning over her, so close that she could almost feel His erection, He carefully attached each end of the chain to each of the clamps. Although, He was clearly trying to be careful, the movement made the clamps bite deeper into her nipples and she gasped. He waited a moment until she had recovered, then pulled gently on the chain. The clamps rose with her nipples firmly in their grasp stretching them. She cried out as new pain shot sharply through her tender flesh and coursed down through her stomach straight to her pussy. A flood of new wetness flowed from her and drenched the cheeks of her ass and the sheets beneath it. A moan escaped her lips. Holding the tension at a certain point, He knelt beside her and thrust His hips forward. The wetness on the tip of His cock touched her lips and she opened her mouth to receive Him. The swollen head slid in easily and she felt it touch the back of her throat. 

The pain and pleasure mix had reached a new level now as He pulled gently on the chain. She felt as if she were balancing precariously on a very thin edge and was trying not to move too much in an effort to hold back the delicious feelings that were threatening to overwhelm her. She gripped the shaft of His cock in one hand and relished the feeling of its hardness. He had begun to moan softly as her lips caressed it and stroked the soft underside of the head. With one hand, He reached between her spread legs and His fingers found her equally swollen clit and began to rub it. The sensation seemed to go directly to her nipples, just as the pain from them seemed to go directly to her clit. It was almost more than she could take. Her entire body was crying out for release. 

The tremble she felt in His thighs told her that He was close as well. With renewed purpose, she sucked on His cock, eager to make Him cum. Her lips closed tightly over the head and her tongue practically lashed at the soft underside. At the same time, the pleasure she was feeling had reached the point that she knew that she could not hold back much longer. When His cock twitched in her hand and the first taste of His cum reached her tongue, He suddenly pulled sharply on the chain and thrust His fingers deep into her pussy. The clamps, which had seemed impossibly tight, slipped from her nipples and for a split second she hovered on the edge of a vast chasm. Then the rush of returning blood hit her and she screamed around His cock. Her body felt as if it had burst into flames and when He pulled out of her mouth and His cum landed on her nipples, she screamed again and her world dissolved. 

She did not know how long she had been gone but when she returned she became aware of the warm wetness on her nipples and how they pulsed beneath it. He lay beside her and His arms wrapped tightly were around her. The memory of the pain lingered in her mind and her body, but for now she felt only pleasure and she smiled and closed her eyes again.

Copyright by The Gentle Man, 2002 



Pain & Pleasure



I was simply enjoying Jason to the limit of our boundaries. We had known and discovered enough about each other to know our idiosyncrasies, and we both respected each other's diversities realizing that we don't both enjoy the same things.

One has to adapt to maintain an ongoing relationship and sometimes, something you may not think is a turn -on and vice versa seems suddenly to attract such as Jason's desire to want to spank me.

That was definitely a no go as far as I was concerned from the start. My definition of a wonderful and gentle sexual partnership did not include anything which could cause hurt and initially I had no idea that sometimes, pain and passion can go hand in hand.

I was quite happy and contented to share the thrilling sharing of oral delights and what seemed a perfect combination of teasing, touching and feeling which always led up to the most perfect fuck with Jason entering me so deep and so wonderful. I loved to feel his fuck with the taste of him still present on my tongue after the most scrumptious and beautifully enjoyed period of very impelling sucking of his ripe fully erect cock. It was truly wonderful, the pungent taste of him moving in my mouth whilst I gently balled him at the same time. He adored that and enjoyed the insertion of my finger into his warm and succulent asshole just as much as he liked me to gently tease the area between his balls and ass hole.

It all seemed so perfect as we both enjoyed each other so much.

I loved the way he sucked me up too, doing the same things I do to him, sometimes simultaneously, sometimes laying back and assuming the subservient role as he liked me sometimes to do.

To feel his tongue exploring every crevice below and the excitement of his constant touching and teasing was heaven on earth and I loved him for it.

We experimented too, of course we did which was always so very impelling and thrilling, I discovered the delights of having a host of different Japanese made dildo's penetrate me which he sucked and balled me. It was lovely. It was lovely too to bend over the way he liked me to, and know that I was giving him so much pleasure in just being all ass for him - to tease and touch, lick and nudge  and when he wanted me to move this way or that - I did and he often spent lots of time, his face wedged between my buttocks for a very long session of exploration with mouth and tongue.

By the time he started to fuck me my ass was numb and well serviced and ready for penetration. It was the way he penetrated too that was so wonderfully done, the way he rolled his knob end around my circumference and nudge its stiffness underneath rolling my balls, the way he stretched me so wide and called me all those base things, I loved it and he could do just what he liked, well almost because when he started to slap me it was okay as first. It was just a gently slap between sucking and licking which was rather nice. But when the slapping started to become harder I yelped and told him to stop.

He did because it was our understanding but I could see the disappointment in his face and how badly he needed that.

A month or so later, when the slaps were harder again my first thought was to tell him to stop. But this time he yearned for me to let him just take it slowly so I just might begin to enjoy along with all the other nice things he was doing, like inserting a brand new vibrator inside with vibrations that really made me feel so good, so good in fact that I said just to go ahead and do what he wanted and spank the ass off me.

He asked me to change position so I was bent steeply over his lap and told me just how good I looked in tight jeans and how he had yearned for so long to spank me. He told me my ass 'cried out' for spanking regularly and it was all he could do to hold back.

So we tried it, me in my tight brush jeans which he wanted pulled up tight between my crack to show off my ass cheeks how he wanted.

Now I was actually looking forward to it. There was something very electric about being subservient for Jason in this way and presenting my ass to him for punishment. That certainly helped me to accept the first pain of his slaps which resounded on contact. Somehow each slap numbed me and I realized it was hurting no more, in fact the numbness was rather beautiful.

When I thought he had done and was about to fuck me, he had me bend over naked across the arm of the settee. He stressed that a well spanked red ass was asking for more and said he would try spanking me with a kitchen utensil - just until he could get some 'real' gear. I guess I knew then that this guy wanted more than just to hand spank me and I was set on experiencing a whole new gender of experimentation.

I agreed if he would stop when I asked him too, gritted my teeth and took the hurt along with the pleasure of all those other wonderful things he was doing with me.

And that is when I knew what Pain and Pleasure was all about, if done with loving consideration. So our relationship ventured into new explorations and when Jason had done with me, when at last he had given me the fuck I yearned for, I really felt I belonged to him and he was starting to take full advantage of that.

I was hoping it would last.



Pain and Pleasure



La douleur exquise (Pain and pleasure)

I am a control freak. I know this even though my Dom says he sees no dominant qualities in me. He probably sees the person I used to be, the one I want to be, ephemerally, by way of seeking respite from the psychological turmoil my parents inflicted on me. Do what they say, obey, never make a mistake, always make the right choices -their choices- but come out of it, a fully-fledged adult. A lifetime of being mind-fucked by my own parents whom I love, venerate, and resent.

I yearn for some ineffable kind of release. I yearn to stop thinking for myself, to have to make decisions, to be the adult that my parents, much to their dismay, thought they had made of me. 

I am an over-thinker. I find myself unable to seize control of my life, which I thought I have always hungered for. On my path to independence, I have lost my lust for life. I have grown jaded. The control I wished to exercise on my life slips away from me the more I try to grasp at it. Now I am stupendously lost. In my thoughts. In my head. A consoling labyrinth. Nothing makes any sense and nothing stays in the same place for long. Fleeting thoughts, I am constantly distracted by nothing. 

That relentless tourbillon of nagging guilt, a hangover from my upbringing, is there to remind me that I need to stop and to continue. 

I want to be taken in, told what to do. I miss being a child and I hated every moment of my carefree childhood. 

I have always submitted in life. To my parents. I never had the volition to rebel. It was consoling, no matter how hard they were on me. Perhaps it is why I can so easily achieve a child-like state as a sub. 

I have, for a long time, relished my complexity as a human being. I am forever elusive, even to myself. Constant oscillation, le tourbillon again. Who am I? Who do people see residing beneath this skin and bones we share? Who do they know? Nobody knows, not even me. It excites me to entertain this thought. But I am lost. 

Lost in a conscious way. Lost in a "I am not lost" way.

I was also lost this week. Alive with the death of every thought that was rushing through my head. There was nothing to decide, only to stop deciding. My senses had never been so fine tuned. The intensity of the exhilaration that had me in delectable knots, it was a moment of wilful sedation wherein my senses had suddenly stopped being so dull. There was an acute sense of awareness, except that I went into my submissive state like a child, taken by the hand. Endless paradoxes. More excitement. It was dizzying to dissociate myself from my mind and to allow myself this experience. I submitted to myself and to my Dom. I submitted to stop deciding, and to take him in. I took what I could of him in and played around with it inside, in the privacy of my body. 

I keep telling him I'm no ordinary sub. I am a natural born sub, conscious of her dom abilities. A coping mechanism arisen from a lifetime of conditioning. My parents wanted me to be a sub from the outside for them and a dom on the inside for others. A sub from the inside for them and a dom from the outside for others. They wanted a sub, always, disguised as a dom. A confusing prospect only for those who don't oscillate like me. 

I didn't feel awake or alive in his presence. I felt I had consciously and skilfully wedged myself between my unequivocal willingness to submit and his domination. The dizzying, constant oscillation again so that I never knew where exactly I stood. Was I being dominated? Was I submitting? And it created a feeling of pure, unadulterated ecstasy which was heightened the more I was able to process it later on. I had taken him in. In his quest to dominate me, I stole what I could of him because I had taken him in. I robbed and used him. But he robbed me too, of my own volition. I owned part of him -only a part of him, because I am not greedy - by giving him all of me. 

I have always taken the greatest pleasure in things, in retrospect. The never-desisting thinking and my labyrinthine brain. I oscillate again. I am in a constant dialectic of hating my thoughts and loving them. Pain and pleasure. La douleur exquise. 

I want more pain, more pleasure. I want to give him every inch of me this time, no wavering, no drifting, no volition. The more I give the less I will be lost. I will know more about myself by losing all sense of self. There will be nothing left that will adulterate my self-awareness. 

As for my Dom, his responsibility is great, onerous, less enviable. It reassures me but I worry for him. I don't envy his responsibility over me as my Dom. I wonder if he realises what and who he has taken on. He will have to deal with my delight in my complex humanity though I can shed it in front of him. He needn't crush it for me. Anything for that light-headedness, that intoxication I feel around his domination. 

My Dom is, to my eyes, an unconventionally beautiful man -the best kind- with the deceptive face of a cherubim, a feature we both share. Yet his eyes betray him; his icy stare is devoid of any humanity. I didn't want to dig, but a curious shallow scratch beneath his cool and collected exterior revealed nothing, unlike most of his sex who are oblivious to how naked and exposed they are. It reassures me that I found nothing. I won't be bored. I take him in through his cold eyes, a pool of icy water to drown my thoughts in. I let him pierce me with those eyes though it hurts. It pains me because I can feel that ineffable part of my vulnerability seeping out, my desire to be figured out, so he can dominate me better. His smile reassures me where it might unsettle others. It also unsettles me where it might reassure others. 

His domination is starting to give me a sense of self. The more I give the less I will be lost. There will be nothing standing in the way of my self-awareness.



Pain and Pleasure



It was strange, he had had her wear underwear today, usually she wasn’t allowed to wear any. This time he had even told her which set to wear. She didn’t mind, the thought that she was wearing something because she had been told to aroused her. She found she often wondered at herself, and this submissive part of her. Her musings were winding down as she got ot his house. She knocked on the door and only waited a moment before he answered it. He opened the door 

“Hello, come on in” he said with a smile. 

She walked in took a few steps forward and then turned around facing him and knelt down, her palms face up on her thighs and her back straight. This was a position she knew well. She looked up at him with a small smile on her face. As he caught her eye, he spoke. 

“today you are not to meet my eye. I want your head up so I can see your face, but keep your eyes down. Do you understand?” 

she quickly lowered her eyes before responding, “yes sir”. 

“Good, then we can continue. Go into the other room and strip” 

she began to stand up but he stopped her 

“no, the other room is not far at all, I want you to crawl.” 

She visibly balked at this, never having been told to crawl before. She had to think for moment, and he saw she was debating. She finally decided that it wasn’t that far and that she didn’t really want to annoy him on something this trivial so she began to crawl into the other room. He enjoyed watching her ass wiggle as she made her way across the floor.

Once she got to the other room, she finally stood up and stripped down to her underwear. 

“Leave your heels on” he told her as he entered the room. 

She finished getting her skirt and shirt off, standing there in only a bra, panties, and her heels. He always made her feel like more naked than she really was, she wants sure how he did that. It was a bit chilly in the room, and she felt her nipples harden from a combination of the chill and her arousal. He walked around so that he was standing behind her. He didn’t touch her yet, just stood there. She felt his presence there and wished he would just touch her already. He finally reached up, ran his hands over her breasts, down her stomach, over her pussy, and then back up. Then he grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back, turning it as he brought his mouth down kissing her fiercely. His other hand went to her breast and reached inside her bra, squeezing her nipple until she moaned into his mouth. He let go of her nipple and her hair, placing his hands on her hips. 

“I imagine your pussy is dripping by now. Is it?” 

She didn’t respond, she hated answering this. He didn’t bother asking her again he simply brought one of his hands back and slapped her ass hard. 

“now, I will not repeat myself. A good slut should answer questions and do as asked the first time. Anytime I have to repeat myself, there will be consequences. Do you understand?” 

“yes sir” she knew he was being serious. 

“Now, answer my question” 

“yes sir, my pussy is very wet” 

He reached down and slide a finger under her panties, and then suddenly thrust it inside her saying “who’s pussy is this slut?” 

“ugh, yours, sir” she replied, breathing harder now.

“Good” he withdrew his finger and brought it up to her mouth. 

She hesitated a moment before opening her mouth and cleaning his finger off. He removed his finger and placed a kiss on her temple 

“good girl. Now, finish stripping, leaving your heels on” 

She removed her bra and panties, and was standing naked except for her 4-inch heels. 

“Good, now go into the bedroom” 

she walked to the bedroom, with him following closely. He enjoyed watching her walk around naked, partly for the view and partly because he knew she was slightly uncomfortable walking around that way. 

“Alright, kneel down again” 

once she was on the floor again, she forgot momentarily his rule about eye contact and looked up at him. He caught her eye 

“that’s one, I’m keeping count”. 

She didn’t need him to explain what that meant; late, she there would be consequences. She quickly looked back down, grumbling slightly to herself. 

“what was that slut?” 

“nothing sir”

he didn’t respond, instead he simply started to get undressed. She knelt there, waiting, she hated waiting. Once he was undressed he he finally broke the silence. 

“Come here” 

she was only a little bit away, so she just scooted over to him, kneeling in fron of him. 

“Would you like to suck my cock?” 

at this she finally grumbled loudly “you know very well that I….” 

he slapped her face before she could finish her sentence. 

“I asked you a question, all it needed was a yes or no. I will not tolerate you attitude. Do you understand?” 

she sighed before answering “yes sir” 

“Now, then, answer my question” 

“yes I would like to suck your cock sir” 

she always got stuck on words like cock, etc. but knew he would get her to use them whether she wanted to or not. 

“Ask permission” 

she hesitated, considering a smartass reply, but decided that wouldn’t be smart.

“please let me suck your cock sir”she said quietly through clenched teeth. 

”Very well, you may, however you must keep your hands behind your back, you may not use them”

Putting her hands behind her back she reached forward and took him into her mouth. After getting it very wet, she worked on it for a few minutes, alternating what she was doing so no pattern really developed. He wanted to just take her face in his hands and fuck her face, but he also didn’t want to come just yet. He pulled away from her and she sat back on her heels again. He stepped away and picked up a dildo, handing it to her. 

“Get up on the bed, I want you to masturbate, using this to fuck yourself” 

she hadn’t done that before, but she took the dildo and started to get up on the bed. She made the mistake of looking up again 

“that’s two” he said

She climbed up on the bed and lay back, getting comfortable. 

“Oh, also, the rule on eye contact still is there, however you may not close you eyes while you do this” 

He knew she would wind up closing her eyes, but he liked to watch her struggle. She started to play with her pussy and her nipples a bit, she didn’t need to wait very long though, as she was dripping wet. She slide the dildo inside her, feeling it fill her up. She kept wanting to close her eyes, but was doing fairly well not closing them so far. She kept playing with herself, fucking herself with the dildo until she got close to coming, and she started closing her eyes. He didn’t bother reminding her to keep them open, since he knew she’d close them anyway. That was alright he figured, she’d pay for it later. As she got close he reminded her 

“don’t forget, I expect you to ask permission to come” 

she almost immediately asked him “please sir, let me come” 

he didn’t say anything for a moment, just enjoyed watching her efforts not to come. He let her get even closer to coming before he responded 

“no, stop what you are doing and take out the dildo” 

she whimpered and hesitated for a moment, before disobeying him and finishing herself off. She came hard, and as she came down, she knew she had really messed up.

He was looking at her intently when she finished. 

“Was I not clear that you were to stop. I did not give you permission to come, slut. You purposely disobeyed me. You do not get to come again today, do you understand?” 

she didn’t reply just lay there looking a bit remorseful 

“do you understand me slut!” he alsmot yelled. 

“yes sir. I’m sorry sir” came the meek reply. 

“I’m pretty certain you will be. Get up” 

as she got up off the bed, he went to the closet and pulled out a few things. 

“turn around” 

she turned to face him and he quickly placed a clothespin on each of her nipples. She gasped loudly at the pain, but her pussy just got wetter. He had pulled out four things: a crop, flogger, wooden paddle, and the cane. 

“you made eye contact twice, and you closed your eyes when I told you not to. You get to pick your punishment, in a way. You may pick what I use to punish you with, however, be forewarned that the gentler the thing is you choose, the more hits I am likely to give. Once you pick, you must then ask me to punish you” 

She looked wide eyed for a moment, unable to believe he was asking her to do this. She swallowed heavily before deciding. 

“the crop sir” 

she figured it was harsh enough that he wouldn’t give her too many hits, but it wasn’t so harsh that it would be too hard to deal with. 

“now, ask me to punish you” 

“please, sir, don’t make me ask for that” 

“I said ask for it slut.” 

She sighed “please punish me sir” she said almost in a whisper 

“what? I didn’t hear you.” 

“please punish me sir” she said more audibly this time. 

“very well. Get in postion at the edge of the bed” 

As he turned around facing the bed, he stopped her and kissed her briefly, before letting her continue. She bent over, putting her hands on the bed. 

She didn’t have to wait long until he started, and the blows came quickly, not letting her recover inbetween them. Once he finished, her ass was sore and she was sure it was red. It hurt, but she figured it was over, and she couldn’t complain that much, he pussy was dripping again. He put the crop down and reached between her legs, feeling how wet she was. He briefly played with her clit, feeling her arousal build, and then stopped. 

“You also came without permission. I am feeling lenient, so I will give you a choice. You may either take the rest of your punishment, whatever I choose, and I will let you come again, or you may skip the rest of the punishment but not come again today. Which do you want?” 

she didn’t think hard before deciding. 

“I’ll take the rest of the punishment sir” 

“alright. You get 4 hits with the cane, and then I expect you to thank me” 

she wasn’t sure she could deal with the cane now that her ass was the way it was, but she wanted to be able to come again. He got the cane and stepped back behind her, not wasting time before he brought it down on her. She yelped and jumped a bit with each blow, but it was over quickly. Her ass felt like it was on fire, but all she was thinking about was how badly she wanted him to fuck her now. She then remembered she was supposed to thank him. She stood back up and took a deep breath before she said anything 

“thank you sir for punishing me” she said. 

He could hear the attitude in her voice, but he didn’t care at the moment, he wanted to fuck her. He reached up and took of the clothespins quickly, massaging her nipples. She yelled when they came off, and moaned a bit as he massaged her now very sensitive nipples.

Instead of asking her to get on the bed, he simply pushed her backwards onto the bed. She hissed when her ass hit the sheets, and quickly got on her knees. He got on the bed and pushed her forward so she was on her hands and knees. He didn’t waste much time before he thurst into her roughly and started pumping. Occasionally he reached and toyed with her nipples, or reached under and played with her clit. A few times he swatted her as lightly, making her gasp, and clench her pussy around him. As he got close, he reached under her again and played with her clit more, as she got close. She was barely even thinking when she spoke 

“please let me come” she begged. 

He groaned “yes, come for me slut” as she began to come. 

As he felt her spasm around his cock, he came also. Once they both finished, he pulled put and cleaned up, as she lay down on her stomach relaxing. He came back to the bed and ran his hand over her ass, hearing her reaction to his touching the sensitive flesh. She turned her head to the side and when he lay down, she pulled up next to him and kissed him, smiling.



Pain and Pleasure



Terri was as helpless and vulnerable as she was naked and beautiful. Her raven hair hung down over her eyes, hiding the fear and masking her excitement. She was a feast to my eyes. I caressed her skin with a gentle hand, savoring the moment with heightened expectation. She quivered with anticipation in my delay. Terri was exquisite to look at. Her naked body was taut, firm and utterly desirable.

I slowly raised my hand and brought it down softly on her beautiful buttocks with a gentle spank. I stroked her bottom and massaged her supple skin, enjoying the magnificent feel of her gorgeous body. I again raised my hand, only this time I brought it down in full sweeping arch that landed on her buttocks with a sharp crack. I watched as the red outline of my hand appeared like a tattoo on her naked bottom.

Terri gasped in response to the sharp sting of the blow. The lingering feeling of the spank was stimulating every nerve in her body. The contrast of pain and pleasure was both confusing and intriguing. She struggled with the feelings as my hand came down again on her soft flesh. She responded with a muffled cry, reacting to the sensation. I massaged her stinging bottom with soft gentle strokes letting the pain ebb like the retreating wave on a deserted beach.

Sexual spanking is an art. Pain and pleasure closely related. Terri felt a mixture of helplessness and stimulation that she had never experienced before. Her body was awake, with desire. I probed and massaged her moist vagina with my free hand, multiplying the pleasure and causing her to moan with delight.

Again my hand came down. The pain of the spank contrasting with the pleasure of my manipulations. Twice more, until her bottom was burning with sensation. The passion built up inside her, as I probed deep with skillful fingers. It was almost more than she could bear, my manipulations bringing her to the brink of glorious orgasm. With my other hand I massaged her tortured buttocks. Soft kisses cooled and tempered the sting of the spanking. Her bottom glowed red from the treatment. She groaned and squirmed in response to my expert touch. The pleasure of the sensation made her forget the sting of my hand. I manipulated my fingers deep inside her and brought her again to the height of sexual pleasure.

Before Terri could recover I brought my hand down sharply on her left cheek and quickly again on her right. She stifled a cry. Every nerve in her body was aroused; every fiber of her desire was heightened. Her body quivered with the feeling. Her bottom was on fire, only serving to intensify her sexual passion.

Again I probed inside her, contributing to the frenzy of her feelings with my skillful fingers. She released herself to the sensation. The sting of the spankings heightened the pleasure of my touch. I thrust my fingers in deeper, matching her excitement. I concentrated on her pleasure and could feel her body tense. Her gyrations and moans of pleasure a testament to my actions.

I removed my fingers and began to massage her stinging bottom. Her body responded to my kneading and she began to move her hips in response to my actions. She knew what was about to come and tightened her muscles in preparation. I patted her buttocks with a series of soft slaps, manipulating her softness with my fingers. I rested my hand on her roundness, slowly squeezing her bottom and enjoying the pleasure of her skin. Terri relaxed her body and began moving to my touch. I withdrew my hand and brought it down hard on her bottom. She gasped in response. Twice more I spanked her. Her sexual excitement, increasing with each blow.

Again and again my hand fell. Terri's buttocks glowed red but she was lost to the feeling, her entire body gyrating in response to the spankings. Just as the pain built to almost unbearable proportions, I bent over and began to kiss her burning bottom; my tongue caressed her tortured flesh, cooling the sting of the spanking. Terri gyrated her buttocks in response. I continued to kiss her tortured flesh, increasing her pleasure and contributing to her desire. I probed deep into her vagina with my tongue. The feeling of pleasure a sharp contrast to the sting of the spanking. She gave herself to the pleasure of my kisses. Her moans were a tribute to the intensity of her feelings.

Terri's bottom still stung, but the sting only contributed to her passion. Her pleasure mounted as I continued to probe inside her. Her body was alive with sexual energy and she needed to release it. She reached over a grabbed my erection. I felt a surge of sexual intensity at her touch. Her fingers magnified the excitement that had built up inside of me. Terri ran her hand over the length of my shaft. My body responded to the feeling and caused me to moan with anticipation.

She bent down and engulfed my cock with her mouth. Her breath was hot and magnified the intensity of my pleasure. Her lips moved up and down on my cock. Her tongue massaged me into a frenzy of passion. She held my balls gently with her other hand and slowly kneaded them with her fingers. She used her fingernails to tease the underside of my buttocks. I surrendered to the feeling as she made my erection the focus of her passion.

I watched her in her intensity, her hair framing her beautiful face, her tongue caressing every curve of my erection as she concentrated on my pleasure. The intensity of my passion was fueled by the memory of the recent spanking. With her expert mouth still intent on my cock, I moved into position to return the pleasure. I slowly stroked her supple skin and massaged her still stinging bottom. My hot breath on her vagina sent a shiver of pleasure through her body. The intensity of her passion was focused on my erection. My tongue probed deep inside her. I grabbed her burning bottom and buried my head deep into her vagina.

We both concentrated on giving the other pleasure, stimulating each other to new sexual heights. She intent on drawing the sexual lifeblood from my cock, I determined to explore every inch of her womanhood. The sexual excitement that had been building up inside of us was reflected in the fury of our concentration. 

I pulled her from my cock, my mouth seeking hers. The energy of our arousal exploded when we met. My tongue probed deep into her mouth, dancing in a ritual movement all its own. In the kiss was a connection. Our minds were focused, our bodies intertwined. The excitement of our sexual activities expressed itself in our kisses.

With my hand I explored the exquisite feel of her naked body. Her firm breasts molding to the curve of my hand. Terri tilted her head back as my lips sought the softness of her exposed neck. I kissed and nibbled her gently as she availed herself to the pleasure of my actions. She stroked my hair allowing herself to enjoy the sensation. I worked my way slowly down, my lips resting on her erect nipple. I flicked my tongue over her breast. She gasped as my hand found the slippery smoothness of her vagina. My tongue and fingers worked in tandem, as I concentrated on her pleasure. I held her hips softly as my kisses explored her flat stomach. My mouth savoring the feel of' her exquisite body.

I moved my head down to her vagina. The aroma of her arousal igniting in my mind. With my open mouth I engulfed her. My tongue exploring the folds of her skin. Her body reacted to the tongue lashing as she pushed her body up to meet mine. I savored her as my tongue probed in and out of her vagina. I started at the bottom and licked her fully. Again and again my tongue stroked her wetness. Her body tensed as the intensity of her passion overwhelmed her. The violence of the sensation expressed itself in every muscle of her body.

With a skillful tongue I worked my way up her body. Her legs opened involuntarily as I positioned myself above her. She reached down for my erection and guided it into place. She needed to feel me inside her. The tip of my cock penetrated her vagina. I paused at entry, teasing her with my deliberate actions. Her hips gyrated upward, seeking to draw me deeper inside of tier. I drew back, pausing at the apex. With a firm smooth stroke I thrust the full length of my erection deep into her. Her gasp was one of necessity as I drilled my hips into hers. I retracted the full length of my cock and just before I would have withdrawn, I again thrust deep inside her. Twice more I retracted and penetrated, as she lost herself to the rhythm of my actions. With my arms I enclosed her body and held her tightly against me and buried my face into the softness of her neck. I circled my hips and sent waves of sexual satisfaction throughout her body. The movements of nature took over. Our bodies moved in tandem. The excitement that had been created by our foreplay was being satiated by the coupling.

My hands slid down her taut body and rested on her still stinging bottom. The reminder of my treatment increased the pace of our movements. With both hands I held onto her buttocks. I pulled her body up to meet the downward thrust of my cock and held her there -- a prisoner of my lovemaking. Her body went limp with the feelings She lost herself to the sensation. I was in control of her pleasure and held her motionless as I again drew my cock back. I pushed myself deep into her body and pulled back immediately. Again and again I thrust, the sensation magnified by her immobility. She clutched at my back as the explosion of her orgasm overwhelmed her.

I released her body and slowed the pace of my actions as she recovered from the intensity of her orgasm. Her breasts heaved from the exertion. My lips sought hers, coming together in a passionate kiss as I drank in her sweetness, my body still connected to hers. Our hips moved in rhythm, increasing in intensity as our excitement mounted. I parted from her lips and moved down to her delectable neck. I withdrew my cock as I worked my way down to her breasts. I continued to kiss her delightful body as I gently turned her over.

I brushed her long thick hair to one side and began to kiss the back of her neck. With my tongue I traced the gentle curve of her sexy back from the top of her reddened bottom to the nape of her neck. I followed the curve of her spine with one continuous stroke of my tongue, sending a shiver throughout her body. With soft kisses I worked my way back down her body mesmerized by the silky feel of her skin. I stopped when I reached her buttocks, pausing to reflect on its beauty. The redness of the spanking contrasting with the soft white hue of her perfection. I bent down and kissed her still burning bottom. I kissed, nibbled and massaged her buttocks slowly, enjoying the feel of her softness on my lips.

With both hands I grasped her hips and pulled her upward until she rested on her hands and knees. I positioned myself behind her and guided my erection into place. The tip of my cock sought her opening. I paused as I entered and reflected on the beauty of her magnificent body. Her long hair swept down over her back with wild abandon. Her muscles of her back accentuated the pleasure of my gaze. Her reddened bottom was beautifully proportioned and intensely inviting. With a smooth full motion I penetrated deep inside her. She moaned in response and pushed back to meet my actions. I pulled the full length of my shaft back and watched as I again drove deep inside of her. I circled my hips to magnify her pleasure. Again I withdrew and entered. In and out I thrust with smooth rhythmic motions. The pace of my motion steadily increased. Her head fell forward as she gave way to the pleasure of my actions.

I could feel the intensity of my own orgasm begin to mount. In and out, faster and faster, the pace of my lovemaking mounted. My abdomen slapped against her buttocks as she matched the pace of my thrusts. My body moved on instinct as the intensity of my sexual passion built up inside of me. I had reached the point of no return. The sensation of sexual pleasure mounted as if called forth from the depths of my soul. Every fibre of my body was focused on the completion of my actions. The feeling of sexual nirvana rose toward its apex as wave after wave of pleasure flowed throughout my body -- and for one incredible moment I was overwhelmed by the sustained intensity of orgasmic pleasure.



Pain and Pleasure



As she walked into her house, her eyes drooping with every tired step she took, Bay couldn't have been happier that she was finally away from that hell-hole of an office. With the phone ringing constantly, allowing her no time to breathe, her computer constantly flashing the alert of an email and her fellow work colleagues constantly asking favours of her, it seemed like there was no way she would have survived the day. But she did, and now she was safe at home. Or so she thought.

'Hey, babe,' Bay's boyfriend, Kyoh, greeted her, pulling her in close and pressing his lips up against hers. His tanned fingers snaked around her back as Bay's lips separated, allowing her beaux entry. Her relatively curly, brunette hair was covered by Kyoh's own orange mop. She'd always admired the colour of his hair – it wasn't flaring kind of red, but more like a sexy and subtle mix between orange, brunette and blonde.

'Hey sexy...' she responded against his lips, pulling away a little as she tried to open her green eyes wider. Kyoh's deep, dark eyes stared into her, a smile slapped onto his face as he gripped her hand and led her to the bedroom, knowing just how tired she really was.

'Uh, are you too tired for...' Kyoh started, before whispering seductively into Bay's ear, who couldn't help but shiver at the delightful feeling of his breath against her skin.

'A little... What about tomorrow? Hopefully the day will be less productive than today...'

As disappointed as he was, Kyoh didn't push and the pair headed straight to the bedroom, only sleep on their minds. Kyoh, as usual, slept only in his boxers, his toned physique on display to anyone who saw. But Bay on the other hand, she always wore a loose shirt that just showed some midriff and a pair of shorts. She never bothered with wearing anything underneath – it was always more comfortable wearing onto the outer layer of clothing.

When the pair was finally tucked into bed, Kyoh with his arms wrapped around his girlfriend's stomach, Bay could have sworn she felt something move under the sheets, but thought it must have just been the man behind her. Suddenly, something made its way onto her ankle, but she kicked it off absentmindedly, not thinking anything more of it.

A strange tickling sensation ran up her legs, and she began twitching as she tried to get rid of the feeling, but it didn't leave. If anything, it increased its intensity.

'Are you alright?' Kyoh inquired, stroking Bay's stomach when he noticed that she wasn't comfortable.

'I will be, if you stopped trying to stroke my leg.' Bay turned slightly, burying her face in the pillow and not noticing the look of confusion on her boyfriend's face.

'Uh, I'm not...'

'Whatever... Just go to sleep...'

As she was just about to drift off, another tickling sensation ran over her again, except this time, it was down her back. Within a few seconds, a third feeling started running over her, making its way up the back of her thighs and into the back of her shorts.

'Kyoh, I told you! Not tonight!' Bay exclaimed weakly, too tired to argue. But her eyes shot open when she heard his voice – from the other side of the room.

'What are you talking about? I'm over here.'

Bay sat up immediately and felt her shorts being pulled down her thighs, before they came off of her legs entirely and made their way to the floor. Something had started to get her wet, and she wasn't entirely sure what it was. She was just scared that it wasn't her boyfriend.

The next thing she knew, her hands were somehow tied behind her back by something very strong, allowing no movement on her behalf. Her man could only watch in confusion and slight fear at the expression on his girlfriend's face.

Suddenly, Bay could feel something slithering up her stomach, like a snake, hungry for its prey. Then she saw the outline of it – it definitely was a snake-like creature and it was wriggling its way up her shirt, between her breasts, half of its body hidden away by the blanket that covered her legs.

'What's happening?' she moaned, her chin kept low as she struggled to keep the lustful feeling that was coming over her at bay. Just then, she saw the head of what was caressing her poke out of the top of her shirt – it was a large, purple tentacle, shaped exactly like a penis and pulsating nonetheless. Within a second, whatever had bound her arms together behind her back had released her limbs, momentarily, before holding them up above her head, making it easier to remove her shirt and expose her soft and supple breasts.

A soft grunt of confusion betrayed her as the 

beast pulled back the blankets with another tentacle, exposing the rest of her naked body and putting her on display for her boyfriend, who wasn't sure whether or not to enjoy the fine sight. It was apparently another set of tentacles that bound her arms together, and in a split second, there were at least six in the air around her, a pair binding her arms to the bed, another pair grabbing her knees, one holding her down on a slight angle and another around her neck, so she'd be forced to look up.

Another set of tentacles protruded from under the bed, wriggling their way up to Bay's ankles, followed by yet another, squirming their way up to her chest and grabbing a hold of her breasts. She felt so high, yet so low, as the tentacles tightened and loosened all on their own account. And just when she thought things were bad enough already...

With her arms pulled back, her breasts being caressed, her neck wrapped in a solid position, her stomach held back and her legs in the air and spread apart, she saw a large tentacle move its head toward her cunt. She didn't know what to do at first, so she did only what she could do – she looked away. In the time it had taken for her to be 'adjusted', her boyfriend had also been captured by the tentacles, his boxers pulled away, exposing his large member. However, it was nothing compared to this.

The tentacle that had been near her entry was joined by two other smaller tentacles, which soon made their way to her rear, spreading her back lips apart, before the largest popped only the tip of its head into her, soon followed by the other two gaining entry at the sides. The different sized members probed back and forth slightly, doing nothing more than tease Bay, who was trying to refrain from making sounds of any kind.

Soon, the tentacles with drew, but not entirely. The smaller ones went out of sight, and the other one began stroking her clit in long, slimy strides. Soft moans escaped her lips as the tentacle rubbed down repeatedly. The feeling of an orgasm was starting to overcome her, but there was nothing she could do. She was struck with the delightful feeling of the member moving along her soaking clit.

Before she realised it, the tentacle had made its way to her mouth, dangling in front of her and waiting for her. Bay only just realised what she wanted it to do, when she heard Kyoh's voice from further back.

'Bay, you don't have to do – arh!' She saw, only just, a long member pressing deep into Kyoh, and the look of pain on his face from the unexpected entrance.

She stayed that way, feeling her juices begin to flow down her lips, before the tentacle finally decided to pull away. But before long, a small manhood was at her entry, followed by two larger ones. The bigger tentacles grabbed her lips, separating them as the smaller jerked its way inside her, feeling her shudder each time it pressed inside. The pleasure and pain was too intense to bear, and her cheeks had become red from having to endure it all.

Soon, it pulled away. A soft moan of excitement and disappointment left her lips as she realised she was stuck there, even after it had all finished.

'I-I'm done now... C-c-can you r-release m-me?' Bay asked, trying to breathe. Then she realised – they weren't done. She caught a quick look at Kyoh, who was in tears, trying not to feel the member that was probing around inside of him, but it was no use. And soon, another smaller joined the first, making him scream out in pain. To deafen the screams, yet another tentacle appeared and pressed into his mouth, pounding back and forth.

As Bay wasn't paying attention, a tentacle entered her mouth, just like it had Kyoh, her saliva evident as it pressed the back of her throat, slowly at first before gaining speed. She struggled to breath a few times and, luckily, it soon withdrew. But before long, it was inside of her main entry, pressing deep and probing back and forth, bringing Bay to an orgasm. She screamed, clenching onto the edge of the bed, not realising that it was actually quite slow. And then, it started. It gained speed, pressing deeper into her and bringing forth more groans of pain and pleasure. Soon, it was almost out of control.

Then, the second joined, entering her rear and probing back and forth inside of her as well. The two pulled back and re-entered at times opposite of each other, driving her desire to a whole new level. By now, the pain was really starting to set in. She wanted to scream, she wanted to cry. She wanted Kyoh to be there to comfort her, but she knew he couldn't.

Bay watched, seeing the tentacles move. She loved it; she never wanted the feeling to end. The liquid noise she could hear, which could have only been her juices splashing around, drove her crazy, but it soon had to end, her moans growing slightly louder. 

In a second, the first two were joined by a third, pressing again into her mouth. They were all slow, before they stopped, and gained speed, making her body convulse, her breasts bouncing back and forth as she endure everything they were throwing at her. 

With only a seconds rest as the tentacles all drew away, she let in a deep breath, looking over at Kyoh, who had a tentacle wrapped gently around his erect member, stroking it lovingly, bringing its slimy head over the edge of his own.

And then, it happened. The three that had just left re-entered, the one at her lips joined by another, which were spilling into her like crazy. The ones at her ends were also joined. There were now two large members filling up her cunt, with another tiny one, and two filled up her ass, pressing deep into her. She orgasmed multiple times, unable to help it. Her body shuddered from the excitement of it all, and she saw Kyoh suffering from the same thing. And finally, it all ended.

The tentacles went full-speed, pressing as deep as they could into her, and came, their juices spilling out of her and covering her entire body. The ones in her mouth choked the cum down her throat, giving her no other choice but to swallow it. It was all over, but Bay could still feel a head rubbing at her soaking pussy. Her legs still spread, she saw Kyoh being forced over to her, the tentacle removed from his mouth. Before he had time to speak, his head was pressed forward into Bay's womanhood. They'd never done anything like that, in the two years that they had been together and admittedly, Bay actually liked it. Kyoh's tongued was exploring the inside of her, licking up the juices over her pussy and on the inside of her lips.

Bay's eyes widened as she felt a final burst of pleasure before she was released from its grip, her boyfriend thrown on top of her. They were finally free from the beast.

'Th-thank God that's over... Are you alright?' Kyoh asked, stroking Bay's neck and kissing her gently, hoping everything was okay. She took a moment to answer, thinking back to all she had experienced.

'Yeah, I'm fine... But we need to try that again sometime.' 



Pain and Pleasure



I wake, confused and disoriented, but one thing I am sure of - my body is rippling with waves of pleasure. I have not yet opened my eyes, and I do not want to. I feel the golden tingles radiate down my limbs from deep in my core as my body releases itself in a series of pulses. As you pull out of me, I finally open my eyes and find myself staring into yours. I feel your weight press my naked body into the bed and i relish the feeling of my throbbing clit against you, yourself hard against my belly. 

You lean down to meet my lips with your mouth and as our kiss deepens, I feel the energy between us change. 

Our moment is no longer comprised of soft sweetness, but consumed by passionate, dominating desire. You sit back and use your weight to let me know that I am not moving without your command; however, you are not satisfied with this and reach for my neck to further pin me to the mattress. As your hand closes around my soft neck, I almost protest, but hold myself back. You see the thought flit across my face and know that, if even for a second, I was less than completely submissive to your desires. By the time I recognize your realization, your free hand has already left a stinging red handprint across my face. You enjoy this visual, yet temporary, reminder of your ownership on my skin and switch hands so that you can leave its twin across my other cheek. I whimper in momentary pain - a beautiful sound of vulnerability, submission, pain and pleasure. You enjoy hearing me emit these sounds, yet you have established that I should not make a sound while you play with me and so I must be punished. 

You turn me over so my backside lays exposed and climb off the bed. You move to my head and attach leather cuffs, first to one wrist, then the other. You fasten me to the headboard and move to my feet. You stretch my long limbs apart and pull on my ankles so that I am lying spread eagle across your bed, tied so tightly I don't even have enough freedom to twitch. I turn my head in an attempt to see your movements and you notice this. The next thing you tie is a knot behind the blindfold to hold it in place. You also chose to gag me so that I don't have the option of vocalizing about what actions you will proceed to take. 

You let me lay like this for what feels like hours. I am anxious for what will happen, my body tense in anticipation. I cannot see what you are doing, or even if you are in the room. I try to hold still for as long as possible, knowing that anything that appeared to be struggling would not please you if you were watching. I finally break in anticipation and began to squirm on the bed. You have been watching me, taking in my pale skin, soft curves and the bonds that held me in place which you had decided to put upon me. The second my body twitches, you bring the whip across my backside. This is to be my punishment. 

I hold in my vocal response and prepare myself for your next blow. It comes quickly and again, I struggle to keep myself silent and my body still. Another time, the cord sears my skin. After the fifth hit, I whimper through my gag and buy myself another strike. Again and again, you bring the whip down across my shoulders, back, butt and legs. Each snap of your whip produces a welt across my skin. Each blow is represented by a red line tracing where I had been struck. My skin burns and I feel the tension tighten in my pelvic muscles. 

Suddenly, the assault stops and I feel your tender caress on my butt. You give me a light smack, then continue your gentle touch. Your hand trails up from my butt and follows the curve of my back. You lightly trace my spine, until you reach my hair. Suddenly, with a sharp tug, my head is pulled back. My veiled eyes stare into the ceiling. My neck - the protection of which had brought this punishment upon me - is left open and exposed. Vulnerable. Your fingertips run against my trachea. You press harder so that you can feel each individual cartilage ring that holds my windpipe open and allows my breath to travel to my lungs. You grasp my neck and pull backward, hard. I have learned my lessons and make no protest or noise. I yield to your strong touch. 

You are pleased that I have learned my lessons and release my neck. You also move to release my feet and smack my bottom, a move indicative of your desire for me to be on my knees. I pull my knees beneath me, my legs learning how to move again after being bound for a period. You leave my hands in the cuffs so that my arms are outstretched and my face is pressed into the sheets. You move up behind me and I can feel you hard against me, but you do not take me yet. You reach over me and shove my head down; I yield to your control. Your hands leave my head and back and move to my front. In essence, I am being given a hug from behind, yet the position is far from this embrace. You grab at my breasts and pull at my nipples. The sensations run through my body and mingle with the feelings of your cock hard between my legs. My nerves fire with impatience as I feel you graze against my clit, against the entrance to my dripping wet pussy. 

I long for penetration, but have no way to voice my desire, to beg for you to be inside me because of the gag in my mouth and my face buried in the sheets. You keep me in waiting, teasing me, enjoying my desire, my frustration, my anticipation. You continue to knead my breasts and plant kisses over my shoulders, my spine, and my hips. Your tongue traces the lingering welts that cris-cross my back and my nipples are hard beneath your touch. Your hands begin to move down my body, but I am still distracted by your dick brushing against my clit and between my vaginal lips. I feel my body tighten as you touch my clit again and again while your hands move down my belly and across my waist and continue down to my crotch. You caress my smooth skin and use my own wetness as lubricant to draw circles around my clit. 

You slam into me with incredible force and I whimper in response. You slap my behind, hard, for my vocalization, and continue pounding into my body. With one hand, you massage my clit and with the other you pull my head back with my hair. Your body pounds into mine again and again. I am ready to cum around you, to let my body finally release. You have overwhelmed the senses you allowed me to keep and I am about to climax when you command that I not come until you permit me to. I clench my muscles, determined to obey you despite my body's protest. My synapses fire rapidly, but I no longer think. I am lost to feeling, to sensation. I am captive to your touch, aware only of your filling me, of your relentless thrusting, of your fingers against my clit, of your hand in my hair and it is all I can do to hold back my orgasm. 

You have reached your climax and allow me to cum as you release into me. My body spasms around you and I collapse as you pull out. You release my wrists from the head board and pull my head up and around to meet you. I gently lick you clean, the taste of us together is sweet in my mouth. You lift my chin and our eyes meet, followed by our mouths. Once again, the energy between us changes and we share a sweet kiss. You pull me into your arms and we lay down together. We curl up; your body is around mine; your chest is against my back. Your arm is draped over me, and you are holding, protecting and cherishing what is yours.



Pain and Pleasure



We're spending a quite Fri night at home watching some TV, chilling on the couch and enjoying each other's company. We just got finished watching season finale of Dr Who and you're flipping channels seeing what else is on now. Not finding much else on you smile at me as you tell me that its playtime. I smile back at you thinking how much we both love our playtime and I tell you that sounds like a very good idea. 

You take me by the hand and tell me to follow you, of course I do. You lead me down the hall and into the master suite. You stop to turn on the gas fireplace; you tell me to get up on the bed and lay face down and I obey you. I get up on the bed, lie down and spread my legs giving you a very good view of my ass and cunt from where you're standing. 

I can't see behind me and I feel your hand on my ankle tying it to the post, you move over and tie my other ankle to the other post. I feel your hand touching my ankle and sliding up towards on my knee and continuing up way inner thigh, across my ass and then my back. Your touch gives me goose bumps and I shiver as your hand makes its way all the way up my body.

"I'm not going to tie your hands up this time but you have to promise me that you will be a good girl." 

"Yes, Sir, I promise that I'll be a good girl." 

"All comfy?" You ask.

I tell you that I am.

"Good." 

You suddenly remember that you forgot to do something that needs to be taken care of right away; you tell me that you'll be back in a few minutes. So I'm lying there for awhile and I figure that I may as well relax feeling the warmth from the fire; my thoughts start to wander. 

I start thinking about you and what you might do to me when you come back in the room. Well that, of course, starts to excite me and I feel myself beginning to get wet. I start to rub my cunt and clit against the bed a little, mmmm that feels good. I continue to do it some more but I know better than to cum without your permission.

I'm thinking this is really feeling good, when your voice interrupts my thoughts. 

"And just what you do think you're doing?"

You obviously saw what I was doing when you walked into the room.

I start to apologize when you cut me off.

"You didn't cum did you? And if you did you're in so much trouble."

You don't sound happy either. I tell you that I'm sorry that I was thinking about you and got a little carried away but I promise that I didn't cum. I know better than that. You tell me that I still need to be punished for pleasuring myself without you telling me that I can.

I feel you crawl up on the bed and get between my spread legs; my ass is right in front of you. 

"You better not move, slut. Understood?"

"Yes, Sir." 

I take a deep breath and try to relax because I know what's coming. You grab my ass a cheek in each hand and start to massage them relaxing my skin for my punishment. Then you smack one side of my ass hard, then smack hard on the other side of my ass.

I'm trying my best to be quiet. Smack on the first side in the same place, I whimper after that one. I can feel my skin getting hot now; I'm starting to pant a little. Even though it hurts, I can feel myself getting wetter. You alternate sides spanking me on the same place; my ass is burning by now. 

I want to beg you to stop it hurts so much but I know that I have disobeyed you and have to be punished. You spank me a couple more times on my already sore ass and then stop. You don't say anything as I feel you get off the bed and walk away. 

My mind is racing wondering what's going to happen next. You come back and I feel you put cool lotion on my hot, red ass. As you're rubbing it in gently you tell me that you're proud of me for taking my punishment so well. 

You untie my ankles and tell me to roll over on my back which I do very carefully as my sore ass touches the bed. 

"Now then", you tell me, "after pain comes pleasure."

You kiss and lick from my ankle all the way up to my inner thigh making me start to moan. You pause at my now soaked cunt, lapping up my juices and licking my clit. You crawl all the way up my body kissing and licking me all over till you reach my mouth and kiss me deeply. I can taste myself in your mouth and then I feel your hard cock slide all the way into me in one motion.

You begin to fuck me slowly, kissing me deeply. I move with you as you fuck me. You pick up the pace and start to fuck me faster and harder. I fuck you back even though it is hurting my sore ass. I don't really care right now you feel so good deep in me. I moan louder as we fuck harder. 

You roll us over so I'm on top on you now, pushing your hard cock deeper in my tight wet cunt. As I ride up and down on you, you start to play with my nipples and clit. That's making me moan even louder, I need to cum soon. You grab my hips holding me down against you as thrust deeper into me, which is also rubbing my clit against you. I start to moan and pant very close to cumming, your cock buried in me and my clit rubbing on you.

You can tell that I need to cum and you tell me that I can; I cum hard moaning loudly. While I'm cumming we fuck even harder till you cum unloading into me. You pull me down to you as we both catch your breath and then I kiss you deeply. I thank for letting me cum. I lay there on your chest for a while as you gently hold me. I feel your hand slide down to my very sore ass as you ask me, "I bet that hurts huh?"

I tell you that it does but I deserved it and shouldn't have disobeyed you. 

"Well you're still such a good girl." 

I tell you thank you that I just want to please you. You tell me that you think that we should get some sleep so I climb off you. I lay down on my side and you snuggle in behind me. We drift off to sleep in the firelight softly lighting up the room. 



Pain & Pleasure (Douleur Exquise) Pt. 01



Chapitre 1

I am a control freak. I know this even though my Master says he sees no dominant qualities in me. He sees the person I want to be with him, the person that seeks solace in and from the psychological turmoil her parents wreaked on her over the years. Do what they say, obey, never make a mistake, always make the right choices -their choices- but come out of it a fully-fledged adult. A lifetime of being mind-fucked by my own parents whom I love, venerate, and resent.

I am an over-thinker, embattled by my pursuit for control over a life unlived. I had once hungered for it but the control I wish to exercise on my life slips away from me the more I try to hold onto it. Now I am stupendously lost. In my thoughts. In my mind, a consoling labyrinth, in its solitude. Nothing makes any sense and nothing stays in the same place for long. Fleeting thoughts, I am constantly distracted by nothing. That relentless whirlwind of nagging guilt, a hangover from my upbringing, is there to remind me that I need to stop and to continue. 

I have always submitted in life. To my parents. I relinquished the volition to rebel without any memory of doing so. It was consoling, the power they wielded, no matter how hard they were on me. 

I am that little girl you want to take in, the receptive little girl. In this fashion, I yearn to be a child again and yet, I hated every moment of my carefree childhood. 

I have, for a long time, relished my complexity as a human being. I am forever elusive, even to myself. Constant oscillation, and the whirlwind makes its appearance again. Who am I beneath this skin and these bones that seemingly link me to others around me? Who do they know resides there? It excites me to entertain these thoughts. But I am lost. 

Lost in a conscious way. Lost in a "I am not lost" way. 

I met my Master in the flesh this week. I grew more aware with the subjugation of every logical thought that had tried to rush through my head. There was nothing to decide, only to stop deciding. My senses had never been so fine tuned. The intensity of the exhilaration that had me in delectable knots, it was a moment of wilful sedation wherein my senses had suddenly stopped being dull. There was an acute sense of awareness, and I went into my submissive state like a child, taken by the hand. I was dizzied by the dissociation that occurred as I simultaneously both lived and witnessed this experience. I submitted to myself and to my Master. I submitted to stop deciding, and to take him in. I took what I could of him in, and played around with it, in my wetness. 

I keep telling him I'm no ordinary submissive. I am a natural-born submissive, conscious of her dominant abilities. A coping mechanism that had arisen from a lifetime of conditioning. My parents wanted me to be a submissive from the outside, for them, and a dominant on the inside, for others. A submissive from the inside, for them, and a dominant from the outside, for others. They wanted a submissive, always, disguised as a dominant. A confusing prospect only for those who don't oscillate like me. In my waking life, I awoke a submissive. 

In a phantasmagoria of endless and senseless wandering, I felt I had consciously and skilfully wedged myself between my unequivocal willingness to submit and his domination. The dizzying, constant oscillation again so that I never knew exactly where I stood. Was I being dominated? Was I submitting? And it created a feeling of pure, unadulterated ecstasy which was heightened all the more as I took the time to process it later on. I had taken him in. In his quest to dominate me, I stole what I could of him because I had taken him in. I robbed and used him unlike the way he robbed and used me for his own enjoyment. I owned part of him -only a part of him, because I am not greedy - by giving him all of me. 

I have always taken the greatest pleasure in things, in retrospect. The unrelenting thinking and my labyrinthine brain. I oscillate again. I am in a constant dialectic of hating my thoughts and loving them. Pain and pleasure. La douleur exquise. 

I want more pain, more pleasure. I want to give him every immeasurable psychological inch of me this time, no wavering, no drifting, no volition. The more I give the less I will be lost. There will be nothing left to adulterate my self-awareness. 

As for my Master, his responsibility is great, onerous, less enviable. It reassures me but I worry for him because it is I he has taken on. I want to tell him that he needn't crush or deny me the complexity that is my humanity, as I will shed it in front of him. The ultimate disrobing, the veritable nudity. Anything for that intoxication and sobriety I feel around his domination. 

My Master is, to my eyes, an eerily beautiful man -the best kind, and the kind that stays with you forever- with the face of a cherubim, a Lucifer. Yet his eyes betray him; his icy gaze is devoid of affected humanity. I didn't want to dig. A curious shallow scratch beneath his cool and collected exterior gave away nothing. It made me think of all the men who were oblivious to their psychological nudity and exposure. But not my Master. It reassures me that I found nothing. I trust him more as a result. I won't be bored and he won't be reckless. I drink him in through his cold eyes, a pool of icy water, to drown my thoughts in. I revel in that douleur exquise when he pierces me with those eyes. I feel the voiceless part of my vulnerability seeping out -the manifestation of his domination over me- my shameful desire to be undressed, so he can dominate me better. His smile reassures me where it might unsettle others. It also unsettles me where it might reassure others. 

The more I give the less I will be lost and there will be nothing standing in the way of my self-awareness. I am a control freak until I am not. 

Chapitre 2

Far from the realm of my digested thoughts, this is what happened when I met Master in the flesh. A Patrick Bateman, in his corporate accoutrement, he appeared as if out of nowhere. He greeted me politely, if not coolly. I couldn't help but notice that his cherubim face jarred with the rest of his presence and demeanour. It was confusing. It only served to make him psychotic in my eyes, as if it were perfectly plausible, nay natural, to expect a moment of kindness immediately followed by a moment of utmost cruelty, exquisite yet frightening cruelty, from that figure that loomed over me. Anything else wouldn't have made sense. 

Only because I can just make sense of it now, he lulled me into a false sense of security as we sipped coffee and spoke about the mundanities of life. Between us was a square-shaped table and his propensity to speak about everything in a calm, composed manner. I couldn't concentrate. I found myself confused at the tedium of our small talk. I now wonder whether my ennui arose from the false feeling that I was leading our encounter, that I had slipped into my dominant skin, out of habit. 

How deliciously misguided I was. 

And then something lurked in his cyan-blue eyes, not beneath them for I could never hope nor want to reach his core, the more I stared into them. I didn't realise it at the time but I had been ensnared in his trap right then and there. I had ignorantly, yet wilfully, fallen into his gossamer. Mesmerised.

Never at the beginning and middle of our encounter did he let on that he was in control. Its success was in my complete obliviousness and delusion. Seamless, graceful entrapment. We began our walk in the park, which would have been disappointingly romantic were it not for the ominous overcast sky. Though he was 6 feet tall, I wished I hadn't worn my platform shoes. I wanted to feel ever so small in his presence. The smaller, frailer, the better. My cropped jumper, which stopped fitting me a month ago, kept slipping off at the shoulder, revealing more skin. He had noticed. I had stupidly thought, at first, that it was a seductive move. Seduction was beside the point. Now I am convinced that I enjoyed that exhibition because it made me feel all the more vulnerable. 

Our walk and the length of it began to verge on the ridiculous as we circled the park multiple times. A metaphor, I couldn't help but notice, to my numerous wanderings in my labyrinthine mind. It was aimless from an outsider's perspective, but the point was to keep walking, to keep falling, underneath that overcast sky. As I tried to keep up with my Master's pace, my head was swarming. Swarming with questions, thoughts, scenarios, and rebuffs. 

It all started when, at the sudden desire to take him in physically through my mouth, I had entertained the thought then accepted that I could never be the one to initiate the kiss. I wanted to kiss him, just as I want anything and everything in my day-to-day life. I desired him to kiss me. He took his time. I was befuddled by my absolute conviction that I could never kiss him first, that I was sure to be rejected. Whence this conviction? It was from the smugness that came with the realisation that I was finally starting to be true to my submissive state. 

I wanted to voice that particular epiphany, that I was sure would please him. As I struggled to verbalise all these confusing sensations and realisations, I ceased to recognise myself. I was twitching like a fly on the gossamer. I was ensnared in his trap and it had just dawned on me. The words that I had hoped would set me free were entombed in the labyrinth that was my mind. And my breathing quickened. 

My Master remained taciturn the whole time. His eyes and the first cruel smile that I would see etched on that soft, creamy skin of his did the questioning. He pressed me on with occasional, amused "Hmms?" but nothing more. His smile grew crueller until he grabbed my hand. My heart was racing. Not only was this our first instance of physical contact, I could not even pretend to fathom what he was going to do with it. My tiny palm and long fingers in his hand, I thought he was inspecting the size and perhaps delighting in the dampness of my hand - my body's betrayal. I pulled away and he grabbed it again. I was unnerved all the more. Then he pressed it against his crotch, evidently erect to the touch, while staring at me intently. I was in disbelief. Why and when did he go erect?

The fact that my Master was erect suffused me with a false sense of confidence and reassurance. I duly began to stroke it with a sense of accomplishment. My Master, who had his grip on my arm the whole time, suddenly pulled my hand away and smiled disapprovingly. Smiled because he knew I wanted my hand to linger and it pleased him to deny me that. He didn't want me to stroke it, just to feel and know that it was there. In my obstinacy, I tried to graze his erect member with my behind. I had wished I could steal that moment from him yet Master mocked me, and asked that I face him. He punished me and delighted me with his icy stare. 

We resumed our walking when he stopped all of a sudden. He leaned in closer as if about to kiss me and then put his hand on the exposed side of my stomach. He gripped it hard only to let go again. I felt my body buckle under his strong grip and sudden release. All the while he pierced me with his eyes. I averted mine only to be swayed into looking back at them again. I was drawn to them as one is when revisiting a scene of incomprehensible horror, unable to resist the inflicted pain it resulted in. He grabbed me by the side again and this time leaned in and kissed me. I was suddenly getting what I wanted which filled me with ephemeral joy and dismay. I explored him with my lips, rested my upper lip above his, making a mental picture that mirrored exactly that of his soft, somewhat flat philtrum. He bit my full bottom lip and I felt compelled to rest my hand at the back of his head and stroking his thick, soft hair. All the while, I arrogantly thought to myself, "He must be enjoying the feel of my full lips. Nobody has yet resisted them or not wanted more". At the sudden touch of my hand, he pushed me away and gave me a disparaging smile. I averted my eyes, feeling stripped of all my seduction power. I had wanted to impress him but also to take him in through my mouth to extract some information from him that was possible solely by way of labial osmosis. Had I found my Master? 

More walking, more falling, I felt my obstinacy to dominate subjugate itself to my will to submit. It was then that I decided to stop deciding. Master would, from time to time, squeeze my shoulder or my arm as if to check whether I would stumble to the floor at his release. I felt meek but grateful. He touched my bottom lip with his thumb and pushed it in my mouth. I hungrily took it only to feel it pulled back from me. He then pushed two fingers into my mouth. This time, I took them in as one takes a letter from a postman. He pushed them in further and the desire to please him overcame me. I took his fingers in a fashion wherein they emulated his penis. A foolish mistake, he immediately pulled away. I could sense that he revelled in denying me his pleasure. 

He suddenly said, "You're a whore aren't you?"

"Yes, I am," I replied.

"I want you to tell me you're a whore". 

In an act of defiance, I retorted, "I am a whore but I am not your whore, yet!" He gave me a look of amusement. This time his smile was kind. 

Our encounter was drawing to a close and as we were walking back to the station, where we were both to go on our separate ways, he fondled my covered behind, squeezing my bountiful cheeks. With every squeeze, he reaffirmed his position as my Master and prolonged my desire to be touched. I felt I was being probed, picked at like an animal on a dissection table. My body was no longer mine. It was his to explore. He then reached for between my legs and pressed his fingers against my pussy, trying to part my labia and push in through my trousers. An assertive yet probing move that left me wanting to expose my nether regions for him. 

Probe me more, Master. Explore what you have to and see that I am to your physical satisfaction. 

I hadn't realised I was wet.

It was a game of provocation. A game of seamless mindfucking and projected fucking. In my frustration, confusion, and intoxication, in all my states, I had just had my most fulfilling sexual experience to date. My Master had stimulated an organ that my past lovers had always left out. My brain was left throbbing from so much and so little thinking. 

Master took me to the station where I was to catch my train. I followed him a child. He showed me to my platform but I was transfixed; he pierced me again with those eyes. I looked at him and saw a doting father devoid of warmth. "Your train is in five minutes and you're going to catch it. Yes?" As he said this, he nodded his head, answering for me. 

"Yes. I have to leave but I don't want to". 

"You don't want to leave?" He wasn't so much asking as just stating the obvious. 

"No, but I know I have to." I felt anchored to the ground. 

"Yes, you have to" as he kept nodding, answering for me, as if to say, nothing I said would matter or affect the outcome. I could have swooned. He was a picture of sadistic mirth with fatherly eyes that sought my hurt and helplessness. 

As if to ease the pain that my eyes betrayed, he kissed me, ever so furtively. He left and I ran to catch my train. I looked back again to catch sight of him one last time, to take what I could of him, but he was already gone. Sitting amongst strangers on my way home, I experienced an ineffable sense of euphoria, a prolonged state of orgasm that left its physical source, my brain, painlessly throbbing. My breathing strained, my heart racing, my underwear wet, nobody could have known. I had given myself and come back with more. 

Chapitre 3

My Master, at my request, has ordered me not to get in touch with him for a while, until he contacts me. Oh what relief, what respite! I am left with delicious yet unnerving anticipation for my next order, a chance to be in his presence, a moment to bask in the lull of his assertive words. In its unequivocalness, I find solace in his command. He has taken away my anxiety, a part of his onerous responsibility.

As I enjoy a slow immersion into this world, I have chosen to educate myself about the nature of the relationship I wish to entertain with him. I can imagine him telling me that I am doing this to impress him, to please him. He would be right. He would also be wrong to forget that I am a smart, wilful individual. I am the embattled submissive. 

I want to tell him, reassure him, that it is not him I fantasise about, but all those ineffable qualities about him carried through by the power he so gracefully exercises over me. 

Sometimes, I worry that I may be trying to outsmart Master, or worse, that I am smarter, deceiving not just him, but myself as well. I am wary of reverting to my dominant disguise. I delight in wielding power that only serves to confuse and frustrate me. I am the embattled submissive, a self-saboteur. 

I will find myself in the role, the man, I submit to. The more I give of myself, the more self-aware I am.

I do not desire Master. I desire his approval as I have desired others' approval of me. I wonder if others I tried to please desired my desire for their approval as Master does. Master wants to see me try to please him. In my attempt to achieve that, I gain the satisfaction and fulfillment that comes from knowing my desire for approval is wanted. And the mirth it results in, I have been denied for far too long. 

I feel no shame, only trepidation that Master cannot, in his capabilities, take me there. Will he be a good Master?



Pain and Punishment



As the guest arrived, Nathan quickly ran to greet them dressed in attire his Master had picked out. A pair of leather briefs with a zipper down the front for easy access. A leather vest opened down the front and bare feet. Beneath the briefs he wore a cock ring and ball separator which kept him erect and noticeable to all who looked at him. 

The guest who had just arrived was a Master known as Sir Alan, he was huge, a chubby stomach strained against the leather outfit he wore, at his side his slave Mark was dressed in a skin tight pair of pants with snaps down each side, and no shirt, bare feet.

"Welcome Sir to my Masters home, please come in." said Nathan as he ushered them to the playroom downstairs. An array of toys hung about the room, whips, chains and a special chair sat in the middle of the room as well as a cross and a gynecologist table complete with stirrups. Master Alan seated himself on the sofa in the corner with his slave kneeling at his feet. Nathan rushed back upstairs to prepare a tray of drinks and snacks. Returning he found his Master talking to Master Alan. Offering the guest his choice of drinks and food he returned to his Master and knelt at his feet. 

"Have you ever wondered just how much pain a slave will endure to receive the pleasure of cumin?" asked Master Michael. "Oh yes, many times I have had Mark beg me to punish him in order to receive pleasure. It's quite amazing what he will do to get the privilege of cumin. What did you have in mind?" replied Master Alan.

"I think we should let our slaves bring each other close to the point of cumin then in order to be granted permission, they will endure whatever we decide to impose upon them. To use them any way we feel like it and to show gratitude for our doing so." said Master Michael with a grin. 

Taking Nathan by the hand, Master Michael lead him to the gynecologist table and placed him with his feet in the stirrups. " Mark, come here and suck Nathan's cock and balls!" Standing between Nathan's legs, Mark reached up and lowered the zipper, exposing Nathan's bound flesh. Looking to Master Michael for approval, he slowly removed the cock ring and ball separator, bringing a sigh of relief from Nathan. Placing his hands on Nathan's inner thighs he lowered his mouth to Nathan's balls and softly sucked. Nathan gripped the sides of the bed as he languished in the pleasure Mark's hot wet mouth was imposing on him. Leaving Nathan's balls, he worked his way to his cock and swiftly sucked it deep into his throat as he sucked and let his tongue roam over the shaft, pulling free and using his tongue to tease Nathan's cock head. His fingers reaching up to toy with Nathan's nipples, pinching and pulling, twisting them on occasion. Nathan was so close, his eyes closed, his hips lifting to meet the lips that encircled his cock.

"Enough Mark, remove your pants, now climb on top on the table and place your legs over Nathan's head, lower your balls to his mouth." ordered Master Michael. 

The heavy dangling balls slowly drifted downward to meet the open lips of Nathan, sucking like a starved animal, Nathan engulfed them entirely. Mark's eyes rolled in the back of his head as Nathan reached up and begin to stroke Mark's aching cock as well. The sucking of his balls and the pulling on is cock so, had Mark moaning wildly. His need to cum growing with no boundary.

"Stop! Do you slave's desire to shoot a hot load of cum into each others tight ass holes, to fuck in and out and feel your balls smacking against each other?" asked Master Alan.

"Oh yes Master, please allow us permission to cum in such a manner? they said almost in unison.

"You will beg us to use you for our pleasure first, to punish you before you receive pleasure in anyway we see fit." demanded Master Alan. 

"Please Sir's, what ever you desire to do with us to bring pleasure to yourself and for us to receive the reward of cumin is what we desire as well. Please use us," said Nathan. 

"He is correct Sir's, your pleasure comes first. I also wish you to use us to find pleasure for yourselves. To grant us permission to receive the gift of cumin afterwards," replied Mark. 

"In the middle of the floor slaves, ass to ass on all fours!" ordered Master Alan. Once the slaves were in position, Master Alan took a rope and begin to wind both slaves balls with a piece of cord, leaving them four inches between the rope. Master Alan slowly begin to shower Marks chest with the flogger causing him to jerk and in return to tug harshly at the ropes on his and Nathan's balls. The swats continued their way down, smacking the inner thighs of both slaves and occasionally landing against their bound balls, screams echoed through out the room. 

Releasing the slaves, they were taken to the chair, Nathan was seated first. It was a bit uncomfortable as the seat had a ring cut out in it. He was strapped in and Alan was placed between his legs. "Suck his limp cock and get him nice and hard slave. He is going to bury that huge piece of meat inside that tight hole of yours!" announced Master Alan. The words of Master Alan alone seem to excite Nathan, soon his cock had a raging hard on. Placing Mark facing Nathan with his legs wrapped around Nathan's waist he slowly lowered his unlubricated ass hole onto Nathan's hard cock. Inch after inch of Nathan's cock entered Mark, making him whimper as it stretched his rectum to its limit. 

Cuffing Marks hands behind his back caused him to have little control of his stability. Master Michael attached the end of a pair of nipple clips to Nathan's right nipple and Marks left nipple, then using another pair he did the same with the remaining nipples, now if either of them moved it tugged on both their nipples. Using some hot ointment, Master Michael spread it over the head of Marks cock and then just inside Nathan's ass hole. Shortly both slaves begin to squirm, jerking the nipple clips and bringing groans as the pain in their nipples combined with the heat of their cock and ass hole. Slipping beneath the chairs bottom, Master Alan begin to slowly insert a butt plug into Nathan's gaping hole. Once it was in place, the lights were turned out and the slaves were left to simmer in their bondage and pain.

Upon their return, both slaves were in tears, their nipples had changed colors and both were aching from the invasion of their ass holes. Releasing them, they were taken to an upstairs bedroom where they were given a sponge bath and held by their Masters. "You slaves did well and deserve the night to please each other with no interruptions," said Master Michael as he slowly kissed their foreheads. Master Alan circled both with his arms and gave them a huge hug. Slipping out of the room, the slaves were left alone to enjoy each other for the remainder of the night, they had earned the right with no doubt.



Pain and Punishment



Taking a deep breath she knocks on the heavy wooden door, not knowing what to expect at this place but her mind telling her she can handle anything that may be throw at her. How dare her Master send her to such a place….she was a good sub and quite controllable…..when she wanted to be that is. The door slowly creaks open and the coolness of the open room before her washes over her, making her shiver slightly.

“You must be cassy” asks the tall thin man holding the door ajar

“Yes I am” she replies with a sneer in her voice “Master sent me hear to learn a lesson…..although personally I think it’s a waist of time”

“Do you have the papers your Master signed giving us permission to retrain you girl?” asks the lanky stranger

She fiddles in her bag as she pushes past the man and hands the papers to him as her eyes survey the dimly lit room…..

“Man this place is creepy” she comments as she turns…..but the man has gone and she is left standing alone in the room.

Slowly she walks around the room, taking in the beautiful antique carvings and furniture, lightly running her fingers over a large vase.

“Please do not touch anything” came a small voice from behind her and she spins around to see a petite woman about her age standing in the doorway. She is holding a thin white gown and a thick black leather collar.

“Take these girl and go to the room on the left at the top of the stairs”

“You are to change into them and place your clothes neatly folded on the chair in the room….this is the only garment you may wear, no underwear and no jewellery apart from the collar…..you will wait in the room for instructions from the Lord”

“Me…..wear a collar?” cassy starts……but the girl turns and leaves as quickly and as quietly as she had arrived.

Looking at the gown and the collar in her hand she shrugs and starts her way up the staircase towards the room allotted to her.

She notices the room has the same coldness to it as the entry to the house and she starts to worry a little about the extent of the retraining in this eerie place.

Placing the gown on the bed she undresses and places her folded clothes on the chair, the only other furniture in the room being the bed. Picking up the collar she examines it then places it back on the bed, nobody was going to make her wear a collar……

The woman appears once more in the doorway and seeing the collar on the bed walks over and picks it up shaking her head….

“Not a good idea to disobey the Lord’s wishes girl…..please follow me” she says quietly then turns and with her head lowered walks from the room.

Cassy follows her closely as she leads her back down the stairs and across to another heavy door…..she raps lightly on the door and awaits a reply. His voice booms from behind the closed door and cassy shudders at the harshness in His words.

“YES MY SLAVE?”

“The girl is here and ready to begin her retraining Sir……she has refused to wear the training collar though Sir….i am sorry” the woman replies meekly.

“LEAVE HER AT THE DOOR SLAVE……YOU ARE EXCUSED FOR NOW” He commands

“yes Sir….thankyou Sir” she replies before scurrying away

The minutes seem to stretch longer and longer as cassy waits at the door. Shuffling her feet a little she begins to think He may have fallen asleep.

“ENTER GIRL” His voice booms into the silence making cassy jump and fumble for the doorknob. She pushes the door open and gasps slightly as she takes in the array of devices filling the room. As she enters slowly she can make out some chains hanging from the ceiling in the far corner, an X frame standing in the middle of the room and some sort of pommel horse to one side. The walls are adorned with a huge variety of whips, crops, canes, floggers and more harnesses than she had ever seen in her life.

He approaches cassy from behind, startling her with His words

“LOWER YOUR HEAD GIRL……AND KNEEL”

Cassy pauses a moment to long and she suddenly feels His strong arms on her shoulders pushing her roughly to the floor. Cassy lets out a squeal and looks up at the huge heavily built man standing over her. The crash of His hand against her cheek brings tears to her eyes and she presses her hand to her burning cheek. 

“NEVER LOOK ME IN THE EYE GIRL……RULE NUMBER ONE” He bellows at her and she instinctively answers Him with 

“no Sir….i will not do it again”

Lowering His voice a little He continues to lay the rules down to cassy….

“While you are here and under my control girl you will obey my rules and when I am satisfied you are retrained and obedient you will be allowed to return to your Master”

“You will not speak unless you have permission…..will not remove anything that is placed in you or on you unless told to do so, no matter how much it hurts or how uncomfortable it is…..will hold any position you are told to until told to move…..and last but most importantly….you will obey my every command”

“DO YOU UNDERSTAND GIRL?”

“yes Sir” she replies shakily. Tears still stinging at her eyes…..

“Good girl…..now lets get this training under way”

“Stand girl and move over to the chains in the corner”

Cassy stands quickly and being careful not to look up at Him moves to the corner facing the wall. He follows her and stands behind her, without speaking He takes her left wrist and secures it above her head in a leather cuff, then repeats the action with her right wrist. Placing His foot between her legs He motions her to spread her legs and she obeys immediately.

Leaving her for a moment He walks to the cupboard on the far wall….cassy can here Him taking something from the cupboard and her thoughts wander to His intentions. His hand grasps her ankle and she feels something being strapped around it tight, then swiftly her other ankle is attached, and looking down cassy can see a metal spreader bar between her legs. With a quick flick of a button the bar expands and cassy’s legs are stretched so far apart she throws her head back and screams out in agony, the Lords cruel laughter ringing in her ears.

Letting her head drop back down as she whimpers softly, her legs burning from being spread so far apart so suddenly. He circles her slowly constantly tapping a crop against His thigh before pausing in front of her and grabbing her by the hair. Pulling back sharply He forces her to look into His cold, grey eyes

“From your Masters notes to me I see there are two main problems with you girl…..firstly your attitude, and that seems to be improving already…..secondly you deny your Master access to your pretty little ass……is this correct girl?

“yes Sir……I do not like anal sex” she whimpers

“Well girl….this will change under my control…..by the time you leave here you will crave nothing but being fucked in the ass” He taunts her with a chuckle

“ohhhh….please Sir….not that…I could not take anything inside my ass” she stammers, but stops immediately she feels the sting of the crop on her exposed thighs….

“DO NOT SPEAK UNLESS YOU HAVE PERMISSION GIRL” He bellows at her and brings the crop down again across her thigh, making her squirm and try to pull away from His onslaught. 

“Now you little slut…..the real fun begins and it will be my pleasure to train you in the art of ass fucking”

Grabbing the gown at the top He rips it from her shaking body, leaving her standing naked, exposed and vulnerable…..His to use in any way He pleases. Reaching out and taking her nipples between His fingers He roughly rolls them, making them erect and hard, tugging at them cruelly and making her arch her body towards Him.

Cassy bites down on her lip trying not to cry out as her nipples burn and tingle. Putting His hand into His pocket He pulls out a pair of large nasty looking clamps and waves them in front of her eyes. She tugs hard on her bonds but realising she can’t escape hangs her head and awaits the inevitable. Squeezing the clamps open He aligns them with her erect nipples and without warning releases them, clamping the hard over her nipples. Cassy screams again and her body sways uncontrollably as the clamps bite into her flesh, He tugs on them hard to make sure they are secure before walking to the cupboard and returning with the biggest dildo cassy has even seen, her eyes widening she shakes her head wildly.

Squirting a liberal amount of lube onto His fingers He reaches down and rubs it over cassy’s gaping pussy, the up over her ass hole, pausing to push lightly against her tight puckered dot, then moving down and roughly shoving two fingers into her hot womanhood, pulling them out slowly then pushing them in again even deeper.

Cassy’s fear of that monstrous dildo being shoved into her virgin asshole over takes her body and she starts to cry, tears flooding down over her cheeks and splashing to the floor.

He relentlessly fucks her pussy with His fingers, sliding another finger into her and grinding His fist against her clit, making her body react in ways she didn’t want it too. Her body was betraying her and she could feel her juices flowing from her wide spread pussy and down over His hand. 

Pulling His fingers from her pussy He starts to rub the dildo over her clit, making it twitch and swell, then placing it at the opening to her pussy He slowly begins to slide it inside her, pushing it in a little then pulling it back, letting her pussy adjust to it’s enormity. 

Cassy can feel the dildo splitting her pussy apart slowly, pain shooting up through her bound body, suddenly He thrusts the dildo deep inside her and starts pounding it in and out without mercy, forcing the air from her lungs and making her gasp for air.

With one last hard thrust He forces the dildo deep into her pussy and leaves it there and cassy gives a small sigh of relief that He had not used it in her ass, she can feel her pussy lips burning around the dildo and her clit I throbbing with need for release.

“Now you little slut….you will feel the pleasures of my cock reaming out your tight ass….i am going to have you begging for my cock before you will be allowed to leave here" He says with a laugh and cassy braces herself for His intrusion.

Rubbing His fingers over her hole He teases her before slowly pushing His finger into her, she feels the pressure as He pushes it deeper, then without warning He shoves another finger into her ass and starts fucking her ass harder. Cassy’s ass is on fire and she squirms trying to expel His fingers from her body. Reaching around He pulls hard on the clamps as a reminder of why she is there, and at the same time making cassy push back against His fingers, pushing them further inside her ass.

Slowly He pulls His fingers from her ass and commands her to open her mouth. Cassy shakes her head…..surely He wasn’t going to make her do something like suck her shit from His fingers…..He grabs her nose and holds it tight until she feels like she will pass out from lack of oxygen, and as she opens her mouth to breath He pushes His fingers into her mouth, cassy bites down in instinct and He yells as her teeth sink into His flesh. Pulling His fingers from her mouth He starts to lay blow after blow on her ass cheeks, making them burn and sting.

“YOU LITTLE BITCH” He screams in her ear

“YOU ARE GOING TO PAY DEARLY FOR THAT YOU SLUT”

Wrapping His arm around her waist He pulls her towards Him, His cock rock hard and pressing against her out thrust asshole. Pushing the tip of His cock against her ass He shows no mercy as He thrusts the full length of His cock deep into cassy’s bowels, her body stiffening in pain.

“AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” she screams at the top of her lungs

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO”

Withdrawing His cock He lets her ass close for a second before slamming His cock harder into her ass….

“PLEASSSSSSSEEEEEEEE…….NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO” she cry’s out again, but He doesn’t hear her pleas and starts to pound her ass harder and faster, then with His free hand He reaches down and rhythmically starts to fuck her pussy with the dildo.

The dildo pounds against her cervix over and over and she can feel His cock rubbing against it inside her pussy, sending pain shooting through her but also taking her to heights of pleasure she had never experienced before.

“You like my cock in your ass don’t you slave…..you love being treated like a slut….the feel of my cock sliding in and out of your ass?” He spits at her as He shoves the dildo in harder

Cassy feels her body relenting to His cruel raping and begins to give into her primal needs

“YES…..I DO SIR” she almost screams at Him

“THEN TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT BITCH…..TELL ME HOW MUCH YOU WANT MY COCK….ACT LIKE THE SLUT THAT YOU ARE” he barks at her….

“OHHHHHHH…..I WANT YOU TO FUCK MY TIGHT ASS SIR…..FUCK IT UNTIL I CAN’T TAKE ANY MORE….”

“FUCK THIS SLUTS ASS AND MAKE IT YOURS….FILL MY ASS WITH YOUR CUM AND MAKE IT DRIP FROM ME”

YOUR COCK FILLS MY ASS….STRETCHES IT AND HURTS IT….BUT I WANT MORE……SLAM THAT DILDO INTO MY FUCKIN’ CUNT HARDER…..MAKE ME SCREAM IN AGONY SIR”

Her words send Him into a frenzy and He starts to fuck her like and animal, grunting noises coming from them both, and she pushes back against His cock, wanting more of Him inside her ass.

“FUCK THIS DIRTY SLUT SIR….FUCK HER ASS HARD AND MAKE HER CUM FOR YOU…..SHE WANTS TO FEEL YOU HOT CUM SHOOTING DEEP INSIDE HER ASS….FILLING HER UNTIL SHE OVERFLOWS”

Sweat dripping from their bodies they move as one, His cock swelling and throbbing inside her as He hears her words. Cassy squeezes His cock with her ass and she can feel her orgasm about to explode from her body….

“GODDDDDDDD…..I’M CUMMING SIR…..FUCK MY ASS HARDER….MAKE IT HURT…..CUM IN THIS FILTHY BITCHES ASS”

With one last hard thrust He explodes His massive load of cum into her ass, spurt after spurt of His hot, sticky load filling her ass and making her writhe and scream out for more.

As the last spasm flow through her body she feels His cock slip from her burning ass, His cum dripping from her and running down her shaking legs. He leans down and unbuckles her legs from the bar and helps her stand until she has her strength back sufficiently to stand alone. He releases her hands from the bonds and places them at her sides, placing His hand on her chin He lifts her head to look into His eyes once more….

“Are you ok girl?” He asks with gentleness in His voice now

Taking a deep breath she answers quietly “yes Sir”

“I am sorry you had to be punished and retrained so severely girl….but you understand it had to be done…..you will be obedient and do as your Master asks you from now on won’t you?”

“I would hate to see one as pretty and responsive as you back here for retraining again girl”

“yes Sir…..i have learnt my lesson well here, and my ass will always be available to my Master now” she says with a slight smile “ besides I may even get to like it” her words telling Him her spirit had been tamed but not broken.

“Good girl…..now you have one last task to perform before I will notify your Master that you may be picked up…..on your knees slut and clean your shit from my cock…..and NO biting this time”

The thought crossed her mind to rebel and refuse, but it was a brief moment and she had learnt better than to disobey this Lord, slowly she kneels and takes His soft cock into her mouth and cleans it eagerly.

As she sucks she hears the Lords slave enter the room and His voice softens as He gives her a command….

“My pet…..would you please ring the girls Master and inform Him that Lord Anthony has successfully retrained His slave”



Pain, Anguish - Reconciliation?



There is no sex in this story. It's a story of a couple trying to deal with infidelity.

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"Thomas, this is the fifth time in the last six months that I've treated you for alcohol poisoning or an alcohol related injury. I'm going to have to recommend that you enter a treatment program." Dr. Lucas says.

"No, I'm not going into any damn treatment program." Thomas says.

"Thomas, if you don't get help the next time you could die." Dr. Lucas says.

"You say that like it's a bad thing doc." Thomas says.

"Thomas, what's wrong with you?" Dr. Lucas asks.

"Nothing's wrong with me, so leave me alone." Thomas says.

Thomas stands up to leave.

"Thomas, please, I want to help you." Dr. Lucas says.

"I don't want help." Thomas says.

Thomas walks out of the doctor's office and goes to the liquor store across the street. Dr. Lucas watches through the window as Thomas comes out of the store heavily laden with whiskey bottles. He puts them in his truck and drives away.

"Connie, would you please pull Mr. Smith's file for me?" Dr. Lucas asks.

"Yes doctor." Connie says.

She finds the file and hands it to Dr. Lucas who quickly scans the pages for the information he needs.

"Thank you Connie, I'm going to leave early, I trust you can close things up on your own." Dr. Lucas says.

"Yes doctor." Connie says.

Dr. Lucas leaves the office, gets in his car, and drives to the address listed in Thomas' file. He doesn't see the truck Thomas drives anywhere, but he hadn't gone there to see Thomas. He walks up onto the porch and rings the doorbell.

"Can I help you?" Rachel asks.

"Hello, are you Mrs. Smith?" Dr. Lucas asks.

"Yes, I'm Rachel Smith. What may I do for you?" Rachel asks.

"Mrs. Smith, I'm Dr. Mark Lucas, I've treated your husband for alcohol poisoning and alcohol related injuries five times in the last six months and I'm getting very concerned about him." Dr. Lucas says.

"Oh my God." Rachel says.

Dr. Lucas sees that Rachel is stunned by the news.

"Mrs. Smith, were you not aware that Thomas has nearly been killed 5 times by his drinking? Surely you've seen the bandages." Dr. Lucas says.

"I had no idea. You see, Thomas doesn't live here anymore. He moved out a little over six months ago." Rachel says.

"I see. Do you know where he is now Mrs. Smith? It is imperative that we get Thomas into a rehab clinic immediately, each time he has come to me he's been worse and worse, the next time could be fatal." Dr. Lucas says.

"I don't know where he's staying. I haven't seen him or spoken to him since he left." Rachel says.

"I take it that you didn't part on very good terms." Dr. Lucas says.

"He came home from work one day and walked in on me with another man in our bed." Rachel says.

She starts to cry as she remembers what happened.

"Mrs. Smith, I didn't mean to upset you, but I'm very concerned about Thomas. I saw him load a large amount of alcohol into his truck after leaving my office. Do you know anyone that might know where to find him?" Dr. Lucas asks.

"Maybe, his friend John might know." Rachel says.

"Where does John live?" Dr. Lucas asks.

"Across town, come on, I'll show you how to get there." Rachel says.

"Are you sure you're up for this?" Dr. Lucas asks.

"If Thomas is drinking himself to death it can only be my fault, I have to try to save him." Rachel says.

They get into Dr. Lucas' car and head for John's house.

"Dr. Lucas, seven months ago Thomas wouldn't touch alcohol. He wouldn't even drink champagne for the toasts at our wedding. If he's drinking himself to death now it means that I have destroyed the kindest, gentlest, sweetest, most wonderful man I've ever known." Rachel says.

"It is my hope that we can still save him Mrs. Smith, but we must find him immediately." Dr. Lucas says.

At John's house.

"Rachel, what are you doing here?" John asks.

"Where is he John?" Rachel asks.

"Where is who?" John asks playing dumb.

"John this is no time to play games." Rachel says.

"I'm sorry Rachel, but he made me promise not to tell you." John says.

"John, this is Dr. Lucas, over the past 6 months he has treated Thomas for very severe injuries and nearly fatal cases of alcohol poisoning. Each time it's been worse John. The next time Thomas might not make it to a doctor, the next time he could die. I can not allow that to happen John. Can you?" Rachel asks.

John can't bring himself to look Rachel in the eyes; he just looks at the ground.

"I knew it was bad, but I didn't know it was that serious. He rented an apartment over on Jefferson, it's apartment 135 in the Riverview Complex." John says.

"Thank you John." Rachel says.

Rachel and Dr. Lucas head to the Riverview Apartment complex and approach the door of apartment number 135. Rachel knocks. Thomas is taking a long pull off of a whiskey bottle as he opens the door. When he sees Rachel standing there he stumbles backwards and trips over an end table and falls backwards onto the couch.

Rachel and Dr. Lucas enter the apartment and start tending to Thomas who has passed out. When Thomas wakes up Rachel is right in front of him.

"It wasn't bad enough that you broke my heart now you have to come and bare witness to my misery as well?" Thomas asks in a drunken slur.

"Thomas, I know that I hurt you deeply, and I can't change that, God knows I would if I could, but regardless of how you feel about me right now I still love you Thomas and I will not sit back and let you destroy your life." Rachel says.

"I'm not destroying my life; you did a damn fine job of that for me. I'm just dulling the jagged edges of the broken pieces of my heart." Thomas says.

"Thomas, you're going to drink yourself to death very soon if this doesn't stop." Dr. Lucas says.

"Doc? I should have known you'd be part of this. Why can't you just leave me alone?" Thomas asks.

"Because there are people that care about you Thomas. Because as a doctor it is more than just my job, it is my responsibility to do everything I can to preserve and protect life." Dr. Lucas says.

"But it's my life, if I choose to live it in a whiskey bottle that's what I'm going to do." Thomas says.

"Thomas, what am I supposed to tell the kids when their father dies of alcohol poisoning in a disgusting apartment?" Rachel asks.

"I don't know, what did you tell them about why I left? Did you tell them that I found you in bed with another man? Do they know that you are responsible for me leaving?" Thomas asks.

"No, they don't know, and they never will." Rachel says.

"Really? Well I think they should know. Keeping secrets from those you love can lead to very bad things, wouldn't you agree? Let's call them right now." Thomas says.

He gets up off the couch to pick up the phone.

"Thomas, please don't." Rachel says.

"Don't what? Don't tell the kids that their sweet and perfect mother fucked another man? Don't tell them that I caught you with him in our bed? Why shouldn't I tell them that?" Thomas asks.

"They're too young to understand, the only thing it would do is hurt them." Rachel says.

"Well I'm a lot older than they are and it hurt me too, the only one that doesn't seem to be hurt by all this is you." Thomas says.

"You don't think I hurt? Not a day goes by that I don't beg God for his forgiveness and that somehow you could forgive me too. Don't think for one second that I don't hurt Thomas Smith, but there are 4 children at home right now that needed at least one of us to be there for them and be strong. While you've been here drinking your troubles away I've been there fighting back the tears and putting forth a smile to make the kids think that everything was going to be fine. Oh I've hurt Thomas, I've hurt." Rachel says.

"Thomas, telling your children about what happened might make you feel better temporarily as they would see Rachel as something less than perfect, but do you really want four young children to have the emotional scars of knowing that their mother was unfaithful to their father who ended up drinking himself to death because of it?" Dr. Lucas asks.

"How do I know the kids are even mine?" Thomas asks.

Rachel slaps Thomas as hard as she can. Thomas stumbles a little but stays standing and looks at Rachel.

"Thomas, I hope that was the whiskey talking, because if you have any doubt as to whom the father of the children is just look into any one of their faces and you'll be looking into a mirror." Rachel says.

"Thomas, we want to help you. I understand that you are in pain, I can't even begin to imagine what it must be like, but living in a whiskey bottle is no kind of life. Please let us help you stop drinking." Dr. Lucas says.

"To what end doctor?" Thomas asks angrily.

"To getting you back to normal, to getting you back to work, to getting you back to seeing your children, to getting you back to being happy." Rachel says.

"How can I ever be happy again after what you did?" Thomas asks.

"Thomas, I will never be able to make up for what I did to you. It was never my intention to hurt you." Rachel says.

"Of course not, it was your intention to never get caught. Tell me, how long had you been with him before that day? How many others were there?" Thomas asks.

"Thomas, you have every right to know the answers to those questions, and I will tell you, but not here, not like this. I will only tell you the answers to those questions with the help of a marriage counselor with you completely sober so that your reaction is not exaggerated by the affects of the alcohol in your system." Rachel says.

"Now that's a convincing argument for getting sober." Thomas says.

He throws the whiskey bottle against the wall.

Thomas goes with Dr. Lucas and Rachel and checks himself in to a rehab clinic. After two months Thomas leaves the clinic and goes directly to the first session with the marriage counselor.

Rachel is waiting when Thomas walks in and she goes to hug him, but Thomas holds his hand out to stop her.

"Don't touch me. Removing the alcohol from my system brought back the sharp edges of the pain in my heart. I can hardly stand to look at you right now." Thomas says.

"Thomas...I..." Rachel says.

"Let's just get this over with." Thomas says.

They enter the office of Dr. Angela Barnes.

"Hello Dr. Barnes, I'm Rachel Smith, this is my husband Thomas." Rachel says.

"It's a pleasure to meet you both. Please have a seat and we'll begin." Angela says.

Rachel sits down facing Angela across the desk, but Thomas turns his chair 90 degrees and pulls it out of Rachel's reach so that he is facing the wall.

"Very interesting. Mr. Smith, why are you removing yourself from our line of sight?" Angela asks.

"Because right now looking at Rachel is as painful as twisting the knife that she stabbed me in the heart with, and if she were to touch me I would either vomit or lash out violently." Thomas says.

"I see. Things are apparently much worse than I thought. Mr. Smith, if being in the presence of your wife is so painful why did you agree to these sessions?" Angela asks.

"I'm here because she said she'd only tell me what I wanted to know if I sobered up and came to a marriage counselor." Thomas says.

"I see, so it would seem that you consider your marriage over and aren't even open to the idea of reconciliation. If that's the case I'm afraid that I can't help you." Angela says.

"Doc, I still love Rachel, but given what she did I have a hard time believing that I could ever go back to trusting her the way that a married person is supposed to trust their spouse." Thomas says.

"I see, that's not uncommon in a case of marital infidelity. Are you willing to work with me to see if there is any chance that you could trust Rachel again?" Angela asks.

"I suppose." Thomas says.

"Good. Now you said that you only agreed to come here because she said that she would only tell you what you want to know if you did. What is it that you want to know Thomas?" Angela asks.

"I want to know how long her affair with that son of a bitch I caught her with had been going on and if there had been any others." Thomas says.

"Very reasonable things to expect Rachel to tell you if there is any chance of restoring the trust between you. But given the extreme nature of this situation I think it would be better if we built up to that information. Rachel, you should not reveal that information to Thomas until I tell you that it is okay, and Thomas, it will do you no good to ask until I tell you that it's time for you to learn the truth. Can we all agree to that?" Angela asks.

"Yes doctor." Rachel says.

"Why do I have to wait? I want to know now; I'm entitled to know now." Thomas says.

"Yes Thomas you are entitled, but you are not prepared. It is my job to try to save your marriage, and if you were to get the answers that you seek right now it could destroy any chance at saving your marriage. I have no idea if it was a one time thing or one of many long affairs, but in your current state it is best for your marriage that you not know for now. We need to prepare you for that information." Angela says.

"It's gonna hurt whenever I hear the truth doc, why not just hurt me now and then try to build me back up?" Thomas asks.

"Thomas it is my hope that we will be able to build you up to a point where we won't have to build you back up afterwards." Angela says.

"If you say so, if you won't let her tell me until you think I'm ready to hear it then let's get started." Thomas says.

"Okay. Just so that I fully understand what happened Thomas first you will tell me your version of what happened the day you found out, then Rachel will tell us her side leaving out any reference to how long things had been going on. Thomas, you may begin." Angela says.

"When I walked into the kitchen that morning I should have known something was up. Rachel was wearing a nice dress, she usually wears pant suits to work so the dress should have been a big give away. I remember telling her that she looked nice and asking her what the occasion was. She said that she was giving a presentation to someone that day and wanted to make a good impression. I didn't question it as she often had to give special presentations though usually she didn't have to dress up that much. As I was heading out the door for work I helped her get the kids into her car so she could drop them off at school and daycare on her way to work. We kissed goodbye, she said that she'd see me tonight and backed out of the driveway. I went to work and had two meetings in the morning that went smoothly. I met a friend of mine for lunch at a restaurant downtown. I got some pasta sauce on my shirt so I decided to stop at home to change my shirt since I had another meeting that afternoon. It was a little before 1:00 when I pulled into the driveway. Rachel's car was nowhere to be found, I assume that it was in the garage, there was a black BMW in front of the house that I didn't recognize, but that didn't mean anything to me. People in our neighborhood often park on the street when they're visiting friends; I assumed that Rachel and one or more of her friends had decided to have lunch at our house. The front door was unlocked and there was noise coming from the kitchen, I later discovered that it was the TV. My shirt was a mess so I figured I'd change my shirt then pop into the kitchen to say hello. I walked down the hall to our bedroom and opened the door. My heart broke into a million pieces in an instant. There, on our marital bed was my wife not only fucking another man, but begging him to fuck her harder. There could be no mistake, this was not rape, this was consensual sex between my wife and another man. I don't know how long I stood there before she saw me, it felt like an eternity, but it could have been merely a second or two, Rachel could better tell you that part I'd expect. When she did see me though the look in her eyes went from one of lust to sheer terror. She screamed and tried to push her lover off of her. He protested until his head turned far enough to see me standing there. He'd literally been caught with his pants down. He screamed something that I don't remember and tried to pull his pants up and run at the same time. He had to get past me to get into the hall. There was no way that I was going to let him just slip away like that. I swung my fist with all my might and connected with his jaw knocking him to the floor. As he tried to regain his feet I grabbed him by the back of the neck and by the waist of his pants and rushed him towards the bedroom window. With all my strength I hurled him at that window. The glass shattered and he flew outside half naked and surrounded by broken glass. He was able to get up after he hit the ground and I heard the squeal of tires out front as the BMW drove away quickly. I turned from the window back towards the bed and saw Rachel holding the sheets over her naked body. She wasn't crying yet, I remember that she looked so terrified at that moment that if I had flinched in her direction she probably would have peed all over the bed. After staring at her for an undetermined length of time I just walked to the closet, got a clean shirt and then left the bedroom. I walked down the hall towards the front door and I heard Rachel running after me yelling for me to wait and to talk to her. As I reached the front door I felt her grab my left shoulder. I wheeled around quickly and with my right hand I shoved her as hard as I could. She fell to the floor and wrapped in the silk sheet she slid several feet on the hardwood floor in the hallway. I walked out the door, got in my truck and went back to work. My meeting that afternoon was going very poorly for me; luckily my assistant bailed me out. After work I knew that I wasn't going to go home so I went to my friend John's house and spent the night there. The next day I rented the apartment that I have been staying in, took an extended leave of absence from work, luckily I'm the owner so I can do that, and I bought new clothes so I didn't even have to go home to get my stuff. I bought the first of many bottles of whiskey that afternoon." Thomas says.

Rachel is brought to tears, even Angela, who is trying to stay unemotional has a few tears on her cheek. She is able to regain her composure though.

"Thank you Thomas, I know that must have been hard for you. Okay Rachel, it's time to hear your side, but remember not to make any indication of how long you had been seeing the man Thomas caught you with." Angela says.

"Should I use his name? Thomas never did know his name?" Rachel asks.

"So it was someone that Thomas doesn't know?" Angela asks.

"Yes." Rachel says.

"Interesting, frequently it is someone that both spouses know. You can use his first name, but it would be dangerous to use his full name for now." Angela says.

"Okay, as Thomas said I was dressed up more than normal that day, but I really did have a presentation to make that morning. When I kissed Thomas goodbye that morning I had no idea that I would be bringing Kyle home to have sex with me at lunch. I dropped the kids off and went to work. I gave the presentation and it went very well. After the presentation I was surprised to find a message from Kyle asking me to meet him for a picnic lunch in the park. Well that sounded harmless enough, but I was wearing a nice dress, I didn't want to mess up my dress so I called him and suggested that we have an indoor picnic at our house. He agreed and we met at the house at about 12:15. I had gotten there first so I was in the kitchen watching TV, I left it on when I went to get the door and I never made it back to the kitchen, that's why Thomas heard the TV in the kitchen when he got home. 

"When I met him at the door Kyle took me in his arms and kissed me. I was uncomfortable kissing him in the house I shared with Thomas, but it was also very exciting. Before I knew it I found myself in our bedroom having sex with Kyle. I wasn't sure how long we'd been there when Thomas came in. If he says it was a little before 1:00 when he got there I guess we'd been at it for a little more than half an hour. I find it odd that Thomas is unsure of how long he was standing there before I saw him because to me that instant is burned into my memory, I saw him immediately. A deep sadness and an enormous fear welled up inside me the instant that I saw Thomas standing there. I realized instantly that I had more than likely lost the man that I loved, and because I have seen the way Thomas can react to things I feared for my life as well as for Kyle's life. As Thomas said Kyle didn't see him right away, but when he did he was terrified. Kyle yelled to me that he thought I had said that Thomas would be at work all day as he tried to pull his pants up and run out of the house. 




Pain, Anguish - Reconciliation?



"I thought for sure that Thomas was going to kill Kyle when I saw him take that first swing at him. Thankfully Thomas was content to simply throw Kyle out the window. I was still terrified of what he might do to me, but when he left the bedroom without attacking me I figured that he wasn't going to kill me so I thought maybe there was a chance I could get him to talk to me so that I could try to set things right. I caught up with him at the front door, but he pushed me as hard as he could and I flew backwards and slid along the floor. I heard him drive away and for over an hour I just lay there on the floor crying. Finally I pulled myself up and started trying to call his cell phone. He didn't answer it and I discovered why when I went to go pick up the kids, he had thrown his phone into the yard when he left. I called my boss and apologized for not coming back to work saying that I'd had a family emergency. 

"I made the decision to put on the strong face for the kids and I prepared dinner like that hoping that Thomas would come through that door, but knowing that it was quite likely that he wouldn't. When the kids asked where their daddy was I told them that he'd gotten an important new job and wouldn't be around for a few days but that he'd said to tell them that he loved them and that he'd be home as soon as he could. They still believe that to be the case." Rachel says.

"Okay, thank you Rachel. Now that you've both heard the other's side of things, what do you think?" Angela asks.

"I think she fucked up doc. She didn't say it specifically, but the fact that she had a phone message from Kyle and was willing to meet him says to me that their affair had been going on for quite some time." Thomas says angrily.

"Thomas please. I admit that I drew a similar conclusion, but we aren't going to discuss how long she'd been seeing Kyle until I think you're ready. While what she said could be interpreted as proof that they had been seeing each other for some time it does not mean that they were having an affair. They could have been good friends that happened to wind up in bed that day. We will have to wait to find out however because given your emotional and possibly violent reactions to things it would be very bad for you to find out now." Angela says.

"Would it be inappropriate of me to ask her if she has seen Kyle since that day?" Thomas asks.

"No, that I think it would be okay for you to know." Angela says.

"Have you seen him since that day?" Thomas asks.

"Yes, but it was nothing like that day. He came to see me about a week after that day. He was wearing many bandages and had a cast on his left arm. I told him that it was a very bad idea for him to be anywhere near me anymore, but he said he had to know what you'd done to me. He said he was afraid that you would seriously injure me. When I had assured him that you had not harmed me physically and that the only pain I felt was in my heart he left and I haven't seen him since." Rachel says.

"Well, I think that's enough for today, we've set the ground rules and we've all heard both sides of the events of that day. I'd like to meet with each of you individually some time before next week's session just so that anything that you felt you couldn't say in front of one another can be said to me." Angela says.

Three days later Thomas has his individual session with Angela.

"Okay Thomas, I'd like to start by asking you some questions about your relationship with Rachel." Angela says.

"Fire away Doc." Thomas says.

"When did you first meet Rachel?" Angela asks.

"Well, let's see, it was the first day of kindergarten so it was mid August and it was probably around noon since we were both in the afternoon session. I don't think I can get any more specific than that without a calendar that goes back that far or my old school records or something." Thomas says.

"So were you close right away?" Angela asks.

"No, I was a very shy kid and she was pretty shy too. Plus at that age girls were the enemy to us boys. They wore strange clothes, they played with dolls, they liked flowers and stuff, they were just too weird." Thomas says.

Angela laughs a little.

"Yes, I seem to remember that little boys were odd creatures themselves. So you met in kindergarten, when did you first become friends?" Angela asks.

"Well, we went to a pretty small school so everybody got to know everybody else pretty quickly so even though we weren't what I would consider friends we were well acquainted pretty much from the start. I'd have to say that we really became friends in fourth grade. We were paired off for a project that required us to spend several hours together during the school day as we researched the Indian tribe that we had to give a report on. Well I'm sure you can remember working on projects at school was about 50% actual work and 50% just killing time." Thomas says.

"It was quite often much more about killing time for me as I recall." Angela says.

"Well anyway we killed a lot of time talking about stuff. It turned out that we had a lot of similar interests so we had plenty to talk about. I'm sure you'll also recall that fourth grade is right about when things start to change drastically in boys and girls." Thomas says.

"Oh yes, puberty is a very turbulent time as the body changes from a child into an adult form." Angela says.

"Well working so closely with Rachel I began to notice the changes in her body. She was developing curves and had started to develop breasts. Being around her confused and excited me as my body was having strange reactions to hers." Thomas says.

"That's not surprising, I wouldn't be surprised if she was similarly confused and excited by the reactions her body was having to being near you." Angela says.

"Well anyway we gave our report and got an A+, but we still talked to one another even after we weren't working together anymore. Well the friendship that we started then grew stronger throughout middle school. Rachel started going out with guys in middle school and I had a couple of girlfriends, but nothing major. In high school Rachel was going out with this guy Neil for all 4 years. He and I hated each other which made things difficult at times because she and I still hung out quite a bit, but Neil would often show up and whisk her away." Thomas says.

"Did you and Rachel ever consider going out when you were in grade school or high school?" Angela asks.

"We talked about it a few times, but we agreed that it would be like dating a relative, we were that close." Thomas says.

"So when did the two of you become romantically involved?" Angela asks.

"I graduated from college in three years and went to work for a company here in town. Rachel was in her last year of college and as it turned out one of my first projects was across the street from where she was living. I was getting out of my truck and looking at the project site and didn't see her coming, I walked right in front of her as she was jogging and we fell in a heap to the ground. I hadn't seen her in nearly a year as I'd gone to a different college so as we tried to untangle ourselves from one another it was a big shock for both of us to see that we had literally bumped into one another. We had a brief conversation about what we'd been up to I told her about my job and she told me about her classes, then I asked her if I could buy her dinner. She gave me this little smile that drove me crazy and asked me if I was asking her out on a date. I said that it could be anything she wanted it to be from a date to a dinner with an old friend, she chose date and that was the beginning of our romantic relationship." Thomas says.

"How long were you two dating before you got married?" Angela asks.

"Six months, we knew each other so well already that we didn't have to go through that part of a relationship so after 4 months I proposed, she said yes, and two months later we were married." Thomas says.

"How would you describe the early years of your marriage?" Angela asks.

"Heavenly. I considered our life together perfect. We both had good jobs that let us live quite comfortably, after five years I started my own company which gave me much more flexibility so I could go to soccer games, school plays, doctor's appointments, whatever I needed to do. We had four kids within 7 years, two girls and two boys, those four little miracles are the greatest thing I've ever been a part of." Thomas says.

"Did Rachel ever seem unhappy or express any desire for changes in your lifestyle or relationship?" Angela asks.

"No, not that I know of. Of course people can be giving signals that are obvious to them that go completely unnoticed by everyone else so it's possible that there were signs that I just missed." Thomas says.

"Thomas before the day that you discovered her with Kyle had you ever suspected or thought that Rachel might cheat on you?" Angela asks.

"Only in my darkest nightmares. Only in that place where I'm so insecure about my own self worth and manhood that my worst fears come to light. Only in that dark place did I ever consider that she might be unfaithful. As far as I was concerned what I saw that day and what I now suspect happened several times before that day was impossible. I could not foresee any real chance that Rachel would ever cheat on me, but it has happened, she has cheated on me." Thomas says.

"I think that's enough for today Thomas, I hope that during our next group session we can make some headway so you can move towards getting the answers that you seek." Angela says.

Thomas leaves. A few hours later Rachel shows up for her appointment.

"Good afternoon." Rachel says.

"Good afternoon. Let's get right down to it. If I'm going to fully prepare Thomas to hear the answers to the questions he has, I will need to know the answers myself so how long had you been having an affair with Kyle and were there any others besides him?" Angela asks.

"Well..." Rachel says.

Over the next several weeks Angela meets with Thomas twice a week, Rachel once a week, and both of them together once a week. Thomas still doesn't want to look at Rachel and he stays out of her reach; that is until Angela changes the situation one day in a group session.

"Okay, Thomas, I want to try something, I want you to turn and face Rachel, and Rachel you turn to face directly at Thomas, you can remain out of reach if you want, but I want you to look at her." Angela says.

Rachel turns her chair immediately, and after a few seconds of pondering the situation Thomas turns his chair as well. He focuses his eyes on Rachel's feet.

"Thomas, I want you to look at Rachel." Angela says.

"I am looking at her Doc, if I look any higher than her feet right now I'm gonna have to leave." Thomas says.

"Well, I suppose looking at her feet is a start. Okay Thomas, I want you to look directly into Rachel's feet and describe to them the pain that she has caused you the way you described it to me in one of our sessions." Angela says.

"Rachel, that day, when I saw you with Kyle I died. You killed me that day. Oh my body was still alive, but my heart was shattered into a million jagged pieces and my soul flickered out like a candle that had exhausted its wick. To see the expression of great pleasure on your face, and knowing that it was another man's sexual attentions putting that look on your face after we had pledged to keep ourselves only for one another caused a great tightness in my chest. I couldn't breath, it felt as if I was buried under 5 tons of earth. You did that to me, you made the choice to have sex with Kyle at least once. I have not been told why; I have not been told how many times, I have not been told if he was the only one, my pain grows more each day as all I have are more and more questions. Did I do something to drive you into another man's arms? Was sex with me so unsatisfying that you had to get pleasure elsewhere? Was sex with him better than with me? Did you let him cum inside you? Did you ever have sex with me when you could still feel him inside you? Did you ever let me go down on you when his seed was still inside you? Where did I fail you? What did I do to deserve this? For God's sake why?" Thomas asks.

He breaks down and begins crying. Rachel's immediate reaction is to go to him and put her arms around him. Thomas thrashes out violent knocking Rachel backwards, she trips over her chair and tumbles to the ground.

"Don't you fucking touch me." Thomas yells through the tears.

"Thomas, for god's sake, calm down. Rachel, are you okay?" Angela asks.

"Physically yes, but how can I be okay when I'm the reason he's like this?" Rachel asks.

She begins to cry as well.

"Okay, let's try another direction, Rachel, you seem very determined to reconcile with Thomas. You keep saying that you miss him; tell Thomas what it is that you miss about him." Angela says.

"I miss his smile, I miss his laugh, I miss the way he would play games with the kids, I miss having him sneak up behind me and kissing the back of my neck as I'm cooking, I miss staying up all night talking about whatever's on our minds, but most of all I miss sleeping with him." Rachel says.

Thomas scoffs.

"If sleeping with me is so great why did I find you in bed with Kyle?" Thomas asks.

"I don't mean sleeping with you sexually, though I do miss making love to you. What I was talking about however is the actual act of sleep itself, the way you'd spoon up behind me and wrap your arm around me holding me so firmly against your body that my breathing and heart rate would match yours. It was as if we were in perfect harmony, like we'd become one, I've never felt safer or more at ease than I did when I was secured firmly in your arms as we slept in the spoons position." Rachel says.

"Thank you for sharing that Rachel. Now Thomas, I want you to..." Angela says.

"Doc if you want me to tell Rachel what I miss about her you might be disappointed because while I miss many things about her, the pain that I feel is making it almost impossible to miss her at all." Thomas says.

Rachel tears up at Thomas' words.

"Actually Thomas I was going to suggest that now would be a good time for you to ask Rachel one of the many questions that you want an answer to. But before you ask one of the big ones, I'm afraid that I must insist on only one specific question." Angela says.

"Which one can I ask her?" Thomas asks.

"You may ask Rachel the question that you and I discussed in detail during our last session together." Angela says.

"Okay. Rachel, have you ever had anal sex?" Thomas asks.

"Now Rachel, you should answer truthfully and completely, it doesn't do any good to hold back here." Angela says.

"Yes Thomas I have had anal sex with one person. It was with Neil when we were dating in high school. It was a very unpleasant experience for me. That is why I have turned you down when you have brought it up, and I assure you that I did not have anal sex with Kyle before you discovered us that day." Rachel says.

Several more weeks of sessions pass and Thomas reaches a point where he can look Rachel in the eye again without breaking down, but he still refuses to allow any contact. Then one day at a session Thomas surprises both Angela and Rachel, in a very good way.

Thomas shows up a few minutes late to the session but when he arrives he has a rose in his hand and he walks over to where Rachel is sitting, takes her hand, brings her to her feet, and kisses her deeply. Then he hands her the rose and takes his seat. Rachel has a dumbfounded look on her face and Angela has a look of confusion on hers.

"Happy anniversary." Thomas says.

His words snap Rachel out of her trance and she raises her free hand to her lips where she can still feel Thomas' kiss, she looks at the rose, then at Thomas.

"Thomas?" Rachel asks questioningly.

"It's our anniversary, even after what happened I'm willing to give you a break on the anniversary of one of the greatest days of my life." Thomas says.

"Well, happy anniversary then." Angela says.

"Yes, happy anniversary." Rachel says.

She's still a bit dazed by the kiss, but she sits down, lays the rose in her lap and regains her composure.

"Well, I find myself conflicted right now, given that this is your anniversary I'm not sure that we should go ahead with what I had planned for today, it might ruin the mood." Angela says.

"I think we should go ahead with what you had planned Doc, we're here to try to save the marriage that we started on this date, what better day than today to give it a hard test?" Thomas asks.

"Rachel, are you willing to proceed?" Angela asks.

"Yes, things would have to get really bad to ruin this day for me now. That kiss and this rose show me that Thomas still values our marriage, we've come too far to go off course now because it happens to be our anniversary." Rachel says.

"Very well, I hope we all don't end up regretting this, but I had decided that tonight was going to be about Thomas asking a list of questions that he and I have been working on. This is the night when the big ones come down. Are you sure that you want to proceed?" Angela asks.

Rachel takes a long slow deep breath and then exhales slowly.

"I'm ready." Rachel says.

Thomas looks at Rachel, then at Angela, then back at Rachel.

"Maybe this isn't the right day for this." Thomas says.

"Thomas, you've wanted to know the answers to these questions for months, now is your chance." Angela says.

"Yes, but this is a happy day, I don't know that I want to risk making it a bad day." Thomas says.

"Well if you aren't comfortable doing it today we won't, but I'm quite surprised that you want to delay after how eager you've been to get these answers." Angela says.

"I know, and I think I'm ready to hear the answers, but not today." Thomas says.

"Very well, we'll just do it next week. That's all I had planned for this week so we can either discuss anything that you would like to talk about or we can cut this session short." Angela says.

"I'd like to talk about our children." Rachel says.

"Okay, what about them?" Angela asks.

"They miss you Thomas, they haven't seen you since that morning; that was almost a year ago now." Rachel says.

"Yes, but you know why I haven't been back." Thomas says.

"Yes I do, but the children don't know and they don't understand why you haven't even called them. Ashley's birthday is Saturday Thomas, when I asked her what she wanted for her birthday she said that she wanted to see you. She didn't want some new toy or a pony or any of the other things little girls like her are supposed to ask for Thomas, she wants to see her daddy. What am I supposed to tell her?" Rachel asks.

"Tell her whatever you want; I still can't go back into that house, not yet." Thomas says.

On Saturday Rachel throws a party for Ashley. It's tradition in the family to turn the lights out when the candles on the cake are lit and blown out.

"Don't forget to make a wish when you blow out the candles." Rachel says.

The lights go out and Ashley blows out the candles, when the lights come back on Thomas is standing in the room.

"Daddy! Mommy it worked, I got my wish, he's here!" Ashley yells.

Rachel is shocked to see Thomas as Ashley runs over to him and jumps into his waiting arms.

"Hey there birthday girl, I heard that you've been missing me." Thomas says.

"Oh yes daddy, I've missed you so much, we all have. I wished for you to be here." Ashley says.

"Well it seems that you made a pretty powerful wish because here I am." Thomas says.

"Can you stay daddy?" Ashley asks.

"No, I can't stay, I'm very busy so I could only slip home for the party, but then I've got to get back." Thomas says.

"Well then we had better make the best of the time you get to spend with us shouldn't we kids?" Rachel asks.




Pain, Anguish - Reconciliation?



Thomas plays with the kids all day and gets caught up on everything they're doing, then after they've all gone to bed Thomas heads for the door.

"Thomas wait." Rachel says.

"Rachel, don't." Thomas says.

"I wasn't going to. I just wanted to thank you. You made Ashley's day coming like this, you made all of their days, thank you for that. I can only guess how painful it must have been for you." Rachel says.

"It wasn't easy that's for sure, but I had to do it. Hey, I'll see you next week at session. You might suggest to Angela that she prepare some form of restraints, I've got a feeling that I'm not going to like some of your answers I'm liable to get pretty angry and I don't want to hurt anybody." Thomas says.

"Thomas, I..." Rachel starts.

"No, save it for next week. This was a good day, no sense ruining that." Thomas says.

The next week when Thomas shows up for the session he finds a makeshift restraint system on one of the chairs and he sits down to be restrained willingly.

"Okay, I must say that I am opposed to the use of restraints in a session like this, but given your consent and your tendency towards violent reactions to things I think that this is probably a necessary evil in this case." Angela says.

"Believe me Doc, the last thing I want to do is harm someone because I can't control my reaction to what I'm going to hear today." Thomas says.

"Rachel tells me that you showed up at your daughter's birthday party, almost magically too, I think that's wonderful." Angela says.

"Yeah, it was a good day. Can we get started?" Thomas asks.

"Rachel, are you ready to answer any question Thomas will ask you truthfully?" Angela says.

"Yes." Rachel says.

"Very well; Thomas you may begin." Angela says.

"Was that the first time you had fucked Kyle?" Thomas asks.

"No, as you assumed, it was not the first time that I was with Kyle." Rachel says.

"How many times were you with him?" Thomas asks.

"Four including the day you caught us." Rachel says.

"When was the first time you had sex with him?" Thomas asks.

"Roughly two weeks before you caught us, I'm not sure of the exact dates of the first three times, but they were all within a two week time period." Rachel says.

"Was it just a sexual relationship or were there emotions involved too?" Thomas asks.

"You'd know I was lying if I said there was no emotion involved, I don't do anything without emotion, but it wasn't love, it was...lust." Rachel says.

"Who is he? How did you end up with him?" Thomas asks.

"He is a sales rep for one of our suppliers at work, I met him around 3 months before the first time we had sex at a sales pitch he was giving for some new product they had." Rachel says.

"So how did you end up fucking him?" Thomas asks.

"We exchanged business cards and he emailed me a few times, they were innocent and friendly at first, but then they got more personal. I should have stopped it, I'm a married woman, but I was attracted to him and the attention felt good, I let things get out of hand and the first time we went to lunch after another sales pitch and we wound up in his hotel room. I knew it was wrong, but I wanted him so bad that I gave in. Thomas I'm so sorry." Rachel says through her tears.

"I know you are. Did he wear a condom?" Thomas asks.

"Not the first time, things happened so fast there just wasn't time, but I insisted the other times." Rachel says.

"So that first time, did he cum inside you?" Thomas asks.

"Yes, Thomas I'm so sorry, I don't know what happened, I just couldn't help myself." Rachel says.

"Did you suck his dick?" Thomas asks.

"Yes." Rachel says nervously.

"God damn you." Thomas says.

He strains against the restraints.

"What? Why did that one upset you so much?" Angela asks.

"Because I practically have to beg her to do that for me and she did it for him like some wanton slut." Thomas says.

"Thomas, please don't call me a slut." Rachel says as she cries.

"Why not? You were a little slut for him weren't you? Did he get off on fucking a married woman in her husband's bed? Did he know that you were doing things for him that you wouldn't even do for your own husband?" Thomas asks.

"Thomas..." Rachel sobs.

"Did you ever have sex with me on the same day that you'd fucked him?" Thomas asks.

"No, never, one night you were in the mood, but I was so ashamed and so afraid that you'd be able to tell that I pretended to be sick so you'd drop the subject." Rachel says.

"Was he better than me?" Thomas asks.

"No." Rachel says.

"Then why go back three times after the first one?" Thomas asks.

"I don't know, maybe because he was different. Every time I've been with you we were making love, every time without exception, with Kyle it was different it was just sex, it wasn't bad, it wasn't good, it was just different." Rachel says.

"Was he bigger than me?" Thomas asks.

"No, he wasn't as long and not quite as thick." Rachel says.

"Why?" Thomas asks.

"Why what?" Rachel asks.

"WHY? WHY? Why did you do it? Why did you cast aside everything we had to fuck some other man? Did I do something to drive you into his arms? Was I not giving you the pleasure you needed? What did I do? For the love of God tell me." Thomas says as he breaks down into tears.

"I'm not sure I know why I did it, but I do know that it was nothing that you did. You've always been a kind and loving partner, an incredible lover, a great husband, and a terrific father. I wish I knew why I did it, I've been beating myself up trying to figure it out, but the only reason I can come up with is that my attraction to him was just to strong to ignore. I should have tried harder, I should have resisted, I knew it was wrong, but I went along with it. You didn't fail me Thomas, I failed you." Rachel says.

"Is he the only one you've been with since we've been together?" Thomas asks.

There is a long pause.

"No, there was someone else as well." Rachel says.

"Who?" Thomas asks.

"Rebecca." Rachel says.

Thomas strains against the restraints and the wood of the chair can be heard creaking then the chair disintegrates and Thomas is loose. He immediately picks up the lamp off of Angela's desk and smashes it on the ground. Angela and Rachel are both shocked that he was able to break free so easily.

"When and for how long?" Thomas yells.

"From about two months after we got married until just before Hannah was born." Rachel says.

Rachel and Angela have both backed away from Thomas.

"That's more than six years! Why the hell did you fuck her for six years?" Thomas asks.

"Because for many years I was uncertain of my sexuality. I love you of course and I gain great pleasure and satisfaction from making love to you, but I found that I also enjoy women sexually as well." Rachel says.

"So you're bisexual and I'm just learning it now? Don't you think that would have been something I should have been informed of earlier?" Thomas asks slamming his fists down on Angela's desk.

"I wasn't sure how you'd take it. I mean I would have had to come to you and confess a lesbian affair, I could only see bad results coming from that so I did my very best to keep it secret." Rachel says.

"Why did you stop your affair with Rebecca?" Thomas asks.

"I felt so guilty about doing it behind your back that I would stop for up to a few weeks at a time, but I always went back to her, then one day Ashley nearly caught us and I felt so low and dirty for even thinking of doing it with the children in the house that I told Rebecca it was over right then. I'm a horrible person Thomas, how could I ever expect you to forgive all that I've done to you?" Rachel sobs.

"It won't be easy that's for sure. So do you still have the bisexual urges or did they die when you ended your affair with Rebecca?" Thomas asks.

"I still have them some times; from time to time I'll get one of your Playboys and masturbate to it when I'm home alone." Rachel says.

"Rachel, I never thought I'd get to a point where I could actually raise my hand against you in anger, but after what I've heard I have a great desire to hurt you." Thomas says.

Thomas draws back a fist as if he's going to punch Rachel with all of his might. Rachel is crying uncontrollably, but she stands perfectly still seemingly willing to let Thomas strike her down. 

With tears and rage in his eyes Thomas' fist jerks forward several times only to stop.

Finally Thomas collapses to the floor in a heap and pounds the ground with both fists as he cries in absolute agony.

Once again Rachel's reaction to the situation is to want to comfort Thomas she moves towards him, but he sees her feet.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" Thomas yells.

Thomas writhes on the ground for a few minutes and his sobbing subsides. Eventually he regains his feet, and there is a cold evil glare in Thomas' eyes as he looks first at Rachel, then to Angela, then back to Rachel. He doesn't say a word he turns towards the door which is supposed to open in, but with one powerful kick the door shatters outward into the hallway. Thomas exits the building and drives away. 

Rachel and Angela are speechless for a few minutes as they are still in a state of shock mixed with fear.

"What do you think he'll do?" Angela asks.

"I have no idea. Thomas is the kindest gentlest man you'll ever meet most of the time, but when he gets pissed off he just snaps. I've seen Thomas pissed off before and he left a hell of a path of destruction in his wake then, but at this point he's way beyond pissed off. He could be capable of anything right now." Rachel says.

"I think you'd better get home to look after your children just in case he decides to go there." Angela says.

"No, Thomas might be able to bring himself to strike me, but he'd never do anything to the kids." Rachel says.

"Just the same you'd better go and be sure." Angela says.

"Maybe you should come with me, if he does show up, maybe you can talk him down, you've worked miracles with him to this point." Rachel says.

"I'd say the current situation hardly qualifies as miraculous success." Angela says.

"Trust me, I know Thomas, without all the work you've done with him over the past few months you and I would either be dead or very near it right now." Rachel says.

Rachel and Angela go to the house. They are relieved to find that Thomas isn't there. They begin to wonder where he might be, but they get their answer soon enough as Thomas' truck comes screeching up into the yard. 

Rachel and Angela rush out to confront him before the children see him in that state. They are horrified when Thomas pulls an unconscious form out of the truck and throws it over his shoulder then he reaches into the truck and pulls another person out by the arm. Rachel recognizes the second person as Rebecca.

"Oh God no, Thomas, what are you doing?" Rachel asks.

"We're going to play a little game of show and tell. Now get inside right now." Thomas says.

"Thomas, you don't want to do this, think about what you're doing." Angela says.

"Doc, I might not have been able to bring myself to hit her, but I'll knock you into next week so shut the fuck up and get in the house right now." Thomas says.

"We aren't going in there." Rachel says.

"Suit yourselves, I'm sure the kids will enjoy the little story that I have to tell them, if you stay out here you'll miss their reactions, I bet they'll be priceless." Thomas says.

"Thomas, please don't do this, I beg of you." Rachel says.

"It's too late for that Rachel, I'm going in there you can either come in with me or wait out here, but either way the kids will know every detail very soon." Thomas says.

"Thomas, you ca..." Angela begins.

"Angela don't bother, there's no changing his mind at this point. Okay Thomas, you win, I'll go in with you; I just hope that the children aren't too traumatized by hearing what a horrible person I am." Rachel says.

Rachel hangs her head and heads into the house.

"You coming doc?" Thomas asks.

"Yes, I suppose I should, extra witnesses are always good in court." Angela says.

Thomas drags the bound and gagged Rebecca with him while still carrying the unconscious person who is also bound and gagged.

"Kids, gather in here on the couch, mommy and daddy have something very important to tell you." Rachel says.

The kids are confused and frightened from all the yelling they had heard outside so they sit on the couch quietly. Thomas enters the room and pushes Rebecca into one of the chairs.

"Sit, and don't move." Thomas says.

He then flops the other person into another chair. It finally becomes clear that the other person is Kyle.

"Hi kids, it's good to see you all again. Now I want you all to be very quiet and pay close attention as mommy tells you something that's very important." Thomas says.

"Me?" Rachel asks.

"You are the star of the story. I promise you that my version would be much more graphic, they'd probably react better to your version." Thomas says.

Rachel nods her surrender.

"Kids, you're all very smart and you've all been curious about the special hugs mommy and daddy give each other in the bedroom. Well those special hugs are called sex. Sex is a very special thing that adults do together sometimes. Well when a man and a woman get married they make a promise to one another that they will only have sex with each other for the rest of their lives. As you know breaking a promise is a very bad thing to do, well breaking the promise to only have sex with your spouse is perhaps the worst promise that you can break. (She cracks and starts crying) I broke the promise I made to your daddy when we got married. I promised him that I would only have sex with him for the rest of my life and I broke the promise many times. For a little over six years when you kids were much younger I broke the promise I made to your daddy by having sex with Rebecca on a regular basis. Then about a year ago I broke the promise again when I had sex with Kyle, the man in the chair. Your daddy caught me having sex with Kyle, that's why he hasn't been living at home for the past year; he couldn't live with me after he had discovered that I had broken my promise to him. My desire to have sex with first Rebecca then Kyle has ruined our family, your daddy seems to not want to be married to me anymore and though it will hurt me if he divorces me I deserve it. I want to apologize to you kids, my improper behavior and my decision to break a promise has deprived you of the life that you deserve with a mommy and daddy with you all the time, that doesn't seem to be possible now. I am so sorry." Rachel says.

She breaks down crying, the four children are also crying now. Thomas moves over to Rebecca and brings her to her feet. He looks into her eyes as he gives her instructions.

"You will apologize to my children for your part in Rachel's infidelity and you will beg my forgiveness for having sex with my wife. Do you understand me?" Thomas asks.

Rebecca nods nervously. Thomas removes her gag.

"Kids, I am just as much to blame for the affair your mother and I had as she is. I convinced her to experiment with her feelings originally, I am so sorry that it ended up like this. I never would have had any part of it if I thought it would end up hurting you, I'm so sorry about all of this. Thomas, I can't even begin to apologize enough to you for what we did. Even before you came and got me I felt incredible guilt over the whole thing, I mean Rachel is your wife, I was an accessory to adultery, I was a part of her betrayal, I don't deserve forgiveness for what I did. I ask no forgiveness of you, I only ask that you not blame me for wanting to have sex with a woman as sexy as your wife." Rebecca says.

"No, I suppose I can't blame you for that, nor can I blame him for that. Which reminds me; it's his turn to apologize." Thomas says.

Thomas goes over to where Kyle is still out cold in the chair. Thomas slaps Kyle to wake him up. Kyle immediately tries to struggle free, but it is to no avail. Thomas puts his mouth close to Kyle's ear and whispers so that only Kyle can hear what he has to say.

"Now I'm only going to say this once so listen good. You have a decision to make, if you do as I tell you to you can walk out of here and never hear from me again, if you don't do as I tell you to you will leave here without your testicles. The choice is yours. Now when I remove the gag you are going to apologize to my children for having sex with their mother and you will apologize to me for having sex with my wife. If I don't like your choice of words I might take one of your balls, put it in the blender and make you swallow it. I think we understand each other, make your choice." Thomas whispers.

Thomas pulls down the gag.

"Kids, I am so sorry for what I did. I never should have had sex with your mother, I knew she was married, I knew she would have to betray your father to be with me, but I was thinking of my own selfish desires. I didn't care one bit about what it might do to her family and that was wrong of me, I am a horrible person and I hope that you all learn a lesson from your mother's mistake and don't fall for sleazy people like me. Thomas, you have shown great restraint in not killing me as you are perfectly justified in doing. I took liberties with your wife that no man has any right to. I disrespected you in the worst way possible and your leniency is a great example to me as well as to your children. Instead of taking the revenge that no one would begrudge you, you have chosen to be a better man than that; you are truly a far better man than I am. I hope that in time I can become half the man that you are." Kyle says.

Thomas frees Rebecca and Kyle from their bondage.

"Now get the hell out of here and don't let me see either of you near anyone in my family again." Thomas says.

Kyle and Rebecca hurriedly scurry out of the house and rush off down the street in search of a bus or a taxi.

"Children I am sorry that you had to hear all of these horrible things, it no doubt would have been easier on you to not know. I'm sure that some of you grasp the reality of what you've heard tonight while some of you might have no idea what we were talking about or have only a vague understanding of it which leaves you confused at the moment. Your mom didn't think you were old enough to hear it, but I insisted, there have been too many secrets kept in this family for too long, I wanted everything out on the table so we all knew the score. When you get right down to it kids not much has really changed. Your mom and I still love you, that will never change. The only thing different now is that you know why I haven't been living at home. This woman here is Dr. Angela Barnes; she's been helping your mom and me work out our problems. As you can guess there's a lot of work still to do. Right now I don't know what will happen. Mommy and I could end up staying together, but that would take a miracle at this point. More likely we'll get divorced, but you have to understand that it has nothing to do with you and it doesn't mean that either of us loves any of you any less. I know it's a little before your bedtime, but I think it would be best if you all went to bed now. I'll come by to tuck you all in before I leave, and if you want to talk to somebody about tonight but don't want to talk to mom or me I think we could convince Dr. Barnes to talk to you about it, right Angela?" Thomas asks.

"Absolutely, I'd be glad to help out if any of you need to talk. As for you two I think our next session should be one week from now and not before." Angela says.

Angela leaves and the kids go up to bed. Thomas tucks the kids in then goes back to the living room where Rachel is weeping into her hands.

"I'm gonna take off, are you alright?" Thomas asks.




Pain, Anguish - Reconciliation?



"No, I'm not alright Thomas, why did you do that?" Rachel asks.

"I guess you could say it was self medication." Thomas says.

"How the hell do you see that as self medication?" Rachel asks.

"The thing that was eating at me more than anything else Rachel was the fact that you said the kids never needed to know, and Angela agreed with you. Now the kids may be emotionally scarred by what they heard tonight, and if they are I take full responsibility for it, but they had just as much right to know what you had done as I did. But more than that was the revenge factor." Thomas says.

"Revenge on who?" Rachel asks.

"On you. I couldn't bring myself to hurt you physically no matter how much I wanted to so I changed my tactics. By making you tell the children about your infidelity I cut deep into your heart. I can see it in your eyes; you're dying inside right now because even if they don't understand what you did your children know that you are the one that destroyed our family. Catching you with Kyle killed me inside, so I have retaliated in kind. Several months ago you slapped me and said how dare I think that you hadn't been hurt by what happened. I have no doubt that you did hurt, but once the shock of what has happened tonight wears off you will know a new kind of pain, you will truly know what it means to hurt. By the next time we meet with Angela I think you'll understand what you did to me a good deal better." Thomas says.

Thomas gets up and leaves.

Angela was a little worried as she waited for Thomas and Rachel to arrive for their session one week after the explosive night when Rachel had finally told Thomas the full truth about not one, but two affairs. Thomas had snapped and had gone and abducted Kyle and Rebecca and taken them to the house where Thomas made Rachel tell the kids about what she had done. He had then made Rebecca and Kyle apologize to the kids and to him for their part in Rachel's infidelity.

Angela had been meeting with Thomas twice per week and Rachel once per week in addition to the group sessions, but after the events of that night Angela had decided to cancel the individual appointments over the next week so the group session that would start as soon as they had both arrived would be the first time that all three of them had been in the same room since that night.

Angela was quite shocked when Thomas was the first one to arrive that day. He'd always arrived after Rachel, but this time he got there first. Angela found it quite strange that Thomas was whistling as he walked in and he had a smile on his face, something she'd never seen him do before.

"You're in a very good mood today considering what happened last week." Angela says.

"I'm in a very good mood today because of what happened last week Doc." Thomas says.

"How could that have put you in a good mood?" Angela asks.

"You know for a person that deals with people's mental health you sure are kind of dumb about the subject some times. Last week was exactly what I needed, I'd been holding all that shit inside me for nearly a year, I'd been desperate to know what Rachel had done and who she'd done it with. When I finally learned the truth I could finally take my revenge so I did." Thomas says.

"How was what happened last week revenge?" Angela asks.

"Rachel hurt me far deeper than she could possibly have understood, by making her tell the kids what she had done, with the two people she'd done it with right there for the kids to see I hurt her just as deeply as she had hurt me." Thomas says.

"You don't think she hurt before?" Angela asks.

"Oh I know she did, but her hurt was a paper cut while mine was a gunshot wound. If and when Rachel shows up I'd be willing to bet that she looks like hell, her hair will be a mess, she won't have on any makeup, her clothes will not match, and it will look as if she has been crying non-stop." Thomas says.

"Thomas, I have to ask, did you ever intend to try to save your marriage or has this all been about finding out what she had done so you could get your full revenge on her?" Angela asks.

"You speak as if trying to save my marriage and getting my revenge are separate things, they are not." Thomas says.

"How are they connected?" Angela asks.

"Right now we have both been wounded deeply by the other. If I hadn't hurt her to the level that I did there would have been no chance of reconciliation, now there's at least a possibility that we can fix this." Thomas says.

"How do you rationalize that?" Angela asks.

"I can never forgive Rachel for what she did, but I still love her. She will never forgive herself for what she did, but she still loves me. If we had left it at that and tried to get back together there would have been this thing hanging over our heads that would have eventually led us to divorce court. This way we've both hurt the other and we both feel terrible about what we've done, we're on a level playing field now, neither of us has a distinct moral superiority over the other. We've got a lot of great history together, and some bad, if we use the good stuff as the foundation for an all new relationship we have a chance of getting past all of this and falling in love all over again." Thomas says.

"That may be the stupidest thing I've ever heard, but you know what, I think you just might be right." Angela says.

A few minutes later Rachel comes in. She looks exactly as Thomas had said she would, her hair is a mess, she has on no makeup, her clothes don't match, and she's obviously been crying.

"Sorry I'm late, I was...well I'm sorry I'm late." Rachel says.

"That's quite alright. While we were waiting Thomas and I were talking about why he did what he did last week and though his answer was quite shocking, I think there's something we can build off of, assuming that you still want to save your marriage." Angela says.

"I'm not sure anymore, after last week, I'm not sure of anything anymore." Rachel says.

"Well, let's see if we can't get you sure of things again. Thomas told me that he did what he did out of revenge." Angela says.

"I know, before he left last week he told me that part." Rachel says.

"But he didn't tell you why he decided to take revenge did he?" Angela asks.

"Obviously it was because I had hurt him, why else would you take revenge?" Rachel asks.

"Well yes it was because you hurt him, but Thomas told me he took revenge against you in that way in the hopes that it could help save your marriage." Angela says.

"How in the hell is what happened last week supposed to help save our marriage?" Rachel asks.

"I'll let Thomas explain it to you." Angela says.

"Rachel, you hurt me more deeply than you could understand by doing what you did. It was bad enough that you did what you did with Kyle, but to have done it with Rebecca too, there was no way that I would be able to get back together with you the way things were. You were ashamed and sorry for what you had done, but you didn't hurt the way that I did. If I had agreed to come back to you like that your two affairs would have hung over our heads until they destroyed what was left of our relationship. There's no way to make those affairs go away, nothing can change what happened so the only way that I could see us being able to get back together was to have something equally horrible that I did hanging over our heads to balance out your affairs. I wanted that horrible thing to be physically assaulting you, I can be a very violent person at times, but the last thing I could have ever done was raise my hand against you so if I had attacked you it would have been the most horrible thing I had ever done, but even in my highly enraged state I was unable to strike you. I couldn't do it. I wanted to, but I couldn't. I was still determined to do something horrible that would balance with your affairs so I decided that the next most horrible thing I could do would be abducting Kyle and Rebecca and making them apologize to the kids for having sex with you after I'd made you tell the kids what you had done. I was dying inside as you told the kids about your affairs and I wanted to cry out for you to stop but I knew that I had to make you go through with it, I had to hurt you deep enough that you would understand the pain you had caused me. I had to knock you down to the lowest depths of suffering with me, because only with both of us hurting because of the actions of the other, and with both of us having a horrible thing hanging over our heads can we have a chance at saving our marriage. It might not make sense to you, but I had to hurt you to try to save us." Thomas says.

"It makes perfect sense to me Thomas. You're right, before last week I was hurting, but I had no idea what real pain was until the events of last week. Now I have sunk to below rock bottom, my heart has shattered, I didn't even want to get of bed the next morning. The one question I have is can two people that have hurt each other so deeply find enough good stuff to save their marriage?" Rachel asks.

"That's what we're going to try to find out." Angela says.

With the first steps taken toward reconciliation Thomas and Rachel begin meeting with Angela 3 days per week and they each meet with her alone once a week.

Fifteen months after Thomas had caught Rachel with Kyle they are at a Friday afternoon session with Angela and they are just wrapping things up.

"Rachel, have you got any plans for tonight?" Thomas asks.

"No, I haven't got anything planned, why?" Rachel asks.

"I was wondering if maybe you'd like to go to dinner with me." Thomas says.

"Thomas, are you asking me out on a date?" Rachel asks.

"Yeah, I guess I am." Thomas says.

"Well I'd be happy to have dinner with you, but we'd better see what Angela thinks." Rachel says.

"I think it's a wonderful idea, the more you two are willing and able to spend time together away from this office the better your chances of full reconciliation." Angela says.

"Well then, it sounds like we're on for dinner." Rachel says.

"Great. I thought we could try that new Italian place over on Lincoln." Thomas says.

"That sounds good to me." Rachel says.

"If you're going to go out Rachel, you might want to change first." Angela says.

"I guess I am kind of a mess right now." Rachel says looking down at herself.

"Well then, how about we leave a little bit early so Rachel can go clean up and I'll make a reservation and pick you up at 7:00." Thomas says.

When they get to the restaurant Rachel is surprised by what Thomas does.

"So tell me a little about yourself." Thomas says.

"What?" Rachel asks.

"Okay, I'll go first. My name is Thomas, I'm 31, I have my own small engineering company here in town. I prefer country or classical music but I can listen to anything but hardcore rap. I play golf, and I'd rather drive a beat up old pickup truck than a luxury car. Now it's your turn." Thomas says.

"Okay. My name is Rachel, I'm also 31; I work for Smith & Associates here in town as a project manager. I like country and rock and roll. I work out a lot, I still play basketball with girls from high school, and I prefer luxury cars, but I've got a minivan right now so that I can haul around my kids." Rachel says.

"Oh you've got kids?" Thomas asks.

"Yes, I've got four wonderful children, two boys and two girls. Do you have any kids?" Rachel asks.

"Yes, I also have four kids from a previous relationship, they live with their mother and I haven't been on the best of terms with her so I don't get to see the kids as much as I'd like to." Thomas says.

"That's too bad; I bet they really miss you, my kids keep asking me when their daddy is going to come see them." Rachel says.

"This may be a little too personal for a first date, but what happened between you and your ex?" Thomas asks.

"Nothing happened between me and him, something happened between me and a man I met through work and between me and a female friend, my ex didn't respond very well to that." Rachel says.

"No, I don't suppose he would. I know I sure didn't when I caught my ex in our bed with another man." Thomas says.

"How much of a coincidence is that, we both had the same problem, but I was on one end and you were on the other." Rachel says.

"I take it your ex wasn't any more successful than I was at finding a way to forgive what had happened." Thomas says.

"No, he tried, he really tried, we went to a marriage counselor for a while, but he finally decided..." Rachel says.

"He decided that there would always be a dark cloud hanging over you because of what happened." Thomas said.

"Yes, that's exactly right." Rachel said.

"Yeah, that's exactly how it was for me too. It was so bad for me that when we were seeing the marriage counselor I couldn't stand to look at my ex or to have her touch me for fear that I'd break down." Thomas says.

"That's very similar to how it was for us. Quite the pair we make, broken, unsure if we can ever love again, but still fighting." Rachel says.

"If I didn't think it was possible for me to love again I wouldn't be here, but it's still so painful that I'm afraid I won't be able to open up to you as easily as I would have been able to before." Thomas says.

"It will be the same for me, but perhaps it will be better for both of us this way, we understand what the other has been through and neither one of us is in any hurry to risk being hurt again. I think we should just take our time and try to have some fun. Who knows maybe we'll be able to put our exes behind us and get back to really living." Rachel says.

"That sounds like a great idea." Thomas says.

Treating each other as strangers Thomas and Rachel talk about things that they already know, or think they know about one another. Since the next day is Saturday Thomas comes over and they take the kids out for a day of fun, they continue to treat one another as if they have only just begun getting to know each other.

Monday afternoon is the first session following their date, Angela is eager to hear how it went.

"So, tell me what happened." Angela says.

"Well, Thomas came up with a unique way to handle things. When we had been seated at the restaurant he introduced himself as if we had just met and we just started talking about all kinds of things that we've known about each other for years." Rachel says.

"More like that we thought we've known. I always thought your favorite color was red but it turns out that it's green." Thomas says.

"You really thought my favorite color was red?" Rachel asks.

"You've got so many red clothes, I just assumed." Thomas says.

"I look good in red, that doesn't mean that it's my favorite color." Rachel says.

"You do look very good in red." Thomas says.

"So you treated it as if it were a first date, what happened when you took her home?" Angela asks.

"I dropped her off and I went home." Thomas says.

"So there was no goodnight kiss?" Angela asks.

"No, neither one of us is fully prepared for that right now, maybe in a few more weeks." Rachel says.

"Thomas, do you feel the same way?" Angela asks.

"I am the one that couldn't stand to have her touch me just a few months ago, I want to take things nice and slow so that we don't fuck things up." Thomas says.

"Well, it's fucking that I want to talk about. In individual sessions we have discussed sex quite a bit, Thomas, unless something changed this weekend you haven't had sex or masturbated since you caught Rachel with Kyle, that's well over a year without sex, the sexual tension is evident on your face. It's noble that you've abstained and stayed faithful to Rachel when nobody would have or could have blamed you for going out and getting laid. Rachel, from our conversations you've revealed that you've been gaining relief through masturbation but you've told me that even great masturbation is no replacement for actual sex. I think it would be good for the two of you, to at least talk about sex together. You may not be willing or able to have sex with one another right now, but perhaps just talking about it will relieve some of the sexual tension that you're both feeling." Angela says.

"This may sound like a stupid question, but just how are we supposed to talk about sex?" Rachel asks.

"I don't think it's a stupid question, I haven't got the slightest idea how we would do that either." Thomas says.

"Are you serious? Have the two of you never talked about sex before?" Angela asks.

"Well, the thing about that is, we never used to need to talk, we'd just go do it." Thomas says.

"Yes, I see. Very well, I'll help you get started. Thomas, you became quite angry when you learned that Rachel had given oral sex to Kyle because she has only given it to you rarely and even in those cases you had to beg for it. Why don't you ask Rachel why she so willingly gave to Kyle what she has been so hesitant to give to you." Angela says.

"What about that? Why would you so willingly give a man you claim to have had no feelings for something that you were unwilling to give your husband?" Thomas asks.

"I guess I was afraid." Rachel says.

"Afraid of what?" Thomas asks.

"Well, I know that you don't like me to talk about my relationship with Neil, but if I am going to be truthful with you I must. As you know Neil was the first person I ever had sex with. We'd been going out for quite a while before we first had sex and at the time I was in love with him. Well after we started having sex things changed. He became jealous and controlling, and he wanted me to do more things with him sexually. He pressured me into having anal sex with him, but after the first time I refused to do that again. He became obsessed with oral sex. It got to the point where he wouldn't want to have regular sex; all he wanted was for me to give him oral sex. He would always pull back just as he was about to cum and shoot it on my face. I grew to hate oral sex, but I continued to give it to him because I still loved him. When I finally decided that our relationship was over I decided to never again let anyone have that kind of sexual power over me. That's why I have been so hesitant to give you oral sex, I was afraid that you would begin acting like Neil had, and I couldn't bear to go through that again." Rachel says.

"So why did you give oral sex to Kyle?" Thomas asks.

"Kyle was the aggressor in wanting a sexual relationship, but when it came to the actual sex itself I was the one in charge. I found that with his submissiveness giving him oral sex gave me a great feeling of power. I had the ability to give him great pleasure, but only if I chose to do so. Thomas, I'm so sorry." Rachel says.

"I know you are. If you haven't been doing so already perhaps you should talk to Angela about your relationship with Neil, you still carry many emotional scars from your time with him." Thomas says.

"That's a good idea, I'd love to be able to leave that son of a bitch dead and buried where he belongs." Rachel says.

"I'd be happy to help you work through any issues you have concerning past relationships." Angela says.

"Doc, unless you object I'd like to turn this session in a different direction now." Thomas says.

"Thomas, I was really hoping to get you two talking about sex today." Angela says.

"Oh I still intend to talk about sex Doc, I would just like to narrow things down to one particular area of discussion." Thomas says.

"What area is that?" Angela asks.

"Bisexual wives." Thomas says.

Rachel's face goes pale and she looks down into her lap.

"Thomas, are you sure that you want to do this? We're still on shaky ground right now." Angela says.

"Don't worry Doc, I intend for this to be a calm, civilized conversation, I merely have some questions that I would like to know the answers to." Thomas says.

"Rachel, are you willing to answer some questions along these lines?" Angela asks.




Pain, Anguish - Reconciliation?



"Yes, Thomas is my husband and I want him to remain my husband, to keep any chance of that happening alive I have to willingly tell him whatever he wants to know." Rachel says.

"Okay, Thomas, ask your questions, but I implore you to choose your words carefully." Angela says.

"I will. Rachel, how long have we been friends?" Thomas asks.

"Since fourth grade." Rachel says.

"What kind of friends were we? Would you say that we were close or were we simple acquaintances?" Thomas asks.

"Thomas, you know that we've been the best of friends since fourth grade." Rachel says.

"So we were best friends. Were we the kind of friends that entrusted secrets to one another?" Thomas asks.

"Yes of course we were, we told each other all of our secrets." Rachel says.

"All of our secrets? Funny, I don't remember hearing about any bisexual feelings you had at any point during our friendship." Thomas says.

"I couldn't tell you those things. At the time homosexuality was looked down upon even more than it is today. Besides, I wasn't sure of my own feelings on the matter for a long time." Rachel says.

"But eventually you were able to sort out how you felt and you made a decision, what decision did you make and when did you make it?" Thomas asks.

"I made the decision during my second year of college that I was bisexual. At the time you were off at your college. Had you been close at hand at the time I would have probably told you. By the time you came back into my life I had decided that I was going to live as a heterosexual and only explore my attraction to women privately. When you asked me to marry you I thought about telling you, but I decided it wasn't necessary as I would never act on my urges." Rachel says.

"So what happened to change that?" Thomas asks.

"Well, as you know our first house was next door to where Rebecca was living. You were working so hard to make a name for yourself that there were weeks at a time where I was unsure if you had come home at night or not because you'd get home after I was asleep and you'd be gone again before I got up. I started spending more and more time with Rebecca to fill those lonely hours. Well we spent most of the first two months just talking. We talked about sex quite a bit and she revealed to me that she was bisexual and asked me if I'd ever been with a woman or if I'd thought about it. I told her that I'd never thought about it, but apparently I wasn't very convincing because she called me a liar. Eventually she got me to admit that I'd thought about it. She tried to reassure me saying that many women have that kind of feelings and that they were nothing to be embarrassed by or ashamed of. It felt good to finally talk about it with someone. I'd been struggling with my feelings internally it felt wonderful to just let them out. Then she kissed me. I wasn't expecting it so I was quite shocked and at first I tried to push her away, but after a few seconds I found that not only was I enjoying it, I found that I was close to having an orgasm just from talking about it and from that one kiss. Much as it was with Kyle later on my desire got the best of me that first time and I allowed Rebecca to teach me the pleasures provided by lesbian sex. It was incredible, a completely different kind of sexual experience. It wasn't any better than sex with men, but it definitely provided a different set of sensations and emotions. When that first experience was over I told Rebecca that I shouldn't have let her do that to me and she said that after I'd let it sink in for a few days I wouldn't have any regrets about what we had done and that I could call her any time I was ready to do it again. Well she was wrong; I did still have regrets more than a week later. I had cheated on you, I had betrayed your trust, I had risked everything, but even that couldn't keep me from calling her. I made Rebecca agree to keep our affair secret so that I could continue to explore my bisexuality without risking losing you. It was a mistake, I never should have done it, and when the kids became old enough that being discovered would have been unpreventable I ended it. I haven't been with Rebecca or any other woman ever since." Rachel says.

"But the desire still remains?" Thomas asks.

"Yes." Rachel says.

"Which is stronger your desire for men or your desire for women?" Thomas asks.

"I don't...what do you mean?" Rachel asks.

"Well, let's say that we end up getting divorced, which gender would you be more likely to have sex with first if you found yourself suddenly single?" Thomas asks.

"I really don't know. It's been over 15 months since I've had sex with anybody, I might be apt to have sex with whoever showed interest first." Rachel says.

"Yes, perhaps that was a bad example. Say you go to the mall, which gender do you tend to notice more?" Thomas asks.

"I don't know." Rachel says.

"Think, you're walking through the mall, there are people all around you, which gender do you notice more?" Thomas asks.

"The women I suppose, but that's an unfair example because most of the people at the mall are typically women." Rachel says.

"You've been masturbating for relief over the past 15 months, do you use visual stimulus to inspire you?" Thomas asks.

"Sometimes." Rachel says.

"What do you use?" Thomas asks.

"Well I've never bought pornography in my life so I use what's available to me." Rachel says.

"Which is?" Thomas asks.

"I've used your Playboys a few times, but mainly I've been using things I've found on the internet." Rachel says.

"What kind of sites do you visit on the internet?" Thomas asks.

"Where are you going with these questions?" Rachel asks.

"I'm trying to determine whether you are a lesbian that is claiming to be bisexual to keep her family or a bisexual that is trying to get her husband to understand her sexuality. Now what kind of sites do you visit?" Thomas asks.

"I've found that I prefer the amateur sites that show videos of real couples that have been posted. The picture quality usually isn't that great, and the camera stays in one place most of the time, but it's real, it's raw, it's much more believable than those sites featuring actors and actresses pretending to do things like picking a girl up at a bus stop or whatever." Rachel says.

"So are all of these amateur videos of a man and a woman?" Thomas asks.

"Not all of them, some are of two women, some are of two men, some are of two women and a man, some are of two men and a woman, and some are homemade orgies." Rachel says.

"Which particular group do you view the most frequently?" Thomas asks.

"I find the ones involving three people to be stimulating." Rachel says.

"Okay, do you watch the videos of a man with two women or a woman with two men?" Thomas asks.

"One man with two women." Rachel says.

"God damn it." Thomas says.

"What?" Angela asks, injecting herself back into the conversation.

"That doesn't tell me anything. If there are two women and one man she's being inspired by the thought of having both men and women." Thomas says.

"I don't understand, you know she's a bisexual, she's admitted as much, what is it that you were trying to determine?" Angela asks.

"Well Doc, let me let you in on a little secret. Rachel is attracted to you, I wasn't sure for a long time, but now that I'm aware of her bisexuality I am absolutely certain that she's attracted to you. See, look at her blush, she probably thought she'd kept it hidden, but I picked up on it. What I'm trying to determine Doc is given the choice which one of us would Rachel choose to have sex with right now. Taking all other things aside, forget the fact that she and I are married and have four kids together. What I want to know is assuming that she had never met either of us, which one of us she would choose to take home with her." Thomas says.

"Thomas, that's not fair. You can't expect her to be able to answer that." Angela says.

"Sure I can, she can either tell the truth or she can lie. Doc, I've got to know this. I've decided that this is going to be my last session of this crap one way or the other. It's time for Rachel to make a choice. If she chooses me the two of us can go home and work out what's left of our problems together, if she chooses you I'll file divorce papers tomorrow." Thomas says.

"What do you mean if she chooses me?" Angela asks.

"Rachel is going to have sex with one of us tonight Doc. Have you told her that you too are bisexual? Judging by the look on her face I'd say not. Rachel, you hurt me bad and I hurt you just as bad. I'm willing to take you back, but there are going to be changes that you and I will have to work out, I think you'll agree that we can't go back to the way things were. Before I'll even discuss the changes though I need to know that you want to be with me. I know it will be tough for you to put everything else aside and just choose between me and Angela based on who you'd rather have sex with, but I'm giving you an ultimatum, if you don't make your choice within the next five minutes I'll file for divorce tomorrow. If you choose Angela I will file for divorce tomorrow, if you choose me we will go home make love, and tomorrow we will discuss the changes that will have to be made in our lives for our relationship to survive. Even by choosing me you are not ensuring that we stay married, only after we both agree to the changes will our marriage be out of danger, until that time divorce is a distinct possibility. Now, so that I don't have to see it if you choose her I am going to blindfold myself. Make your choice and kiss whoever you choose, you have five minutes beginning now." Thomas says.

Thomas uses his tie as a blindfold and he sets the alarm on his watch for five minutes. Rachel stands up and looks from Thomas to Angela and back and forth, her eyes are filled with tears.

After five minutes the alarm goes off.

"Time's up, goodbye Rachel." Thomas says.

"Thomas wait, I've made my choice, please grant me a few more seconds of your time." Rachel says.

"Very well." Thomas says.

"Angela, Thomas is right, I am attracted to you. I thought I'd been able to keep it hidden, but he knows me so well, I can only assume that it was the revelation that I was bisexual that allowed him to realize that I was attracted to you. I failed to mention this earlier, but I have also masturbated while thinking of you." Rachel says.

She kisses the winner.

Thomas removes his blindfold surprised that she has chosen him.

"What made you pick me?" Thomas asks.

"In truth I was unable to put everything out of my head. Oh I was able to look at you both as purely sexual objects and not people that I knew and had history with, but male or female you are by far the best lover I've ever had, and I couldn't put that out of my mind." Rachel says.

"Things are going to have to change you understand." Thomas says.

"Yes, I realize that, and once we've agreed on what those changes are we'll be able to settle into our new life together. For now however let's go home and make love." Rachel says.

"I thought you'd never ask." Thomas says.

"So that's it? Your sessions with me are over?" Angela asks.

"Oh we might come back once a month just to let you know how things are progressing, but you can't help us with what we've got to do now Doc." Thomas says.

"We will be eternally grateful for everything you've done for us though." Rachel says.

Thomas and Rachel go home and make love the way they used to, but with the full release of over a year's worth of pent up sexual energy. It is the first night that Thomas spends in the house since the night before he caught Rachel with Kyle.

The next morning Rachel has the kids off to school or at daycare before Thomas gets up, they had agreed before going to sleep that they would take the day off to begin working on defining their new relationship.

When Thomas walks into the kitchen Rachel pulls the chair out for him to sit down and eat a big breakfast of eggs, bacon, sausage, toast, fruit, orange juice, and coffee. Rachel sits across the table from Thomas as he eats and they just look at one another silently. Thomas finishes his breakfast, clears his dishes off the table, and then retakes his seat across the table from Rachel.

"Well, now we can get started. It's going to be a struggle to make this work Rachel, I think you know that. Right now I don't know that I'll ever be able to trust you completely, the way I used to." Thomas says.

"I know Thomas; I don't deserve that kind of complete trust. I betrayed your trust and had two affairs for my own selfish reasons. I'd like to think that it wouldn't happen again, but I shouldn't have allowed it to happen either of the first two times so I can't say that I won't do something like that again. I hope I don't, but it is possible." Rachel says.

"I understand that. Surprisingly I have accepted the likelihood that you will stray again. I won't stay with you if I find out you're having another affair behind my back. So, though it would hurt me to know that you would be having sex with someone else I insist that if you have the desire or urge to have sex with someone else you tell me. I'm not saying that you have to have my approval because I do not approve, I just couldn't stand having another secret like that being kept from me. If you just have to fuck somebody do it, but fess up to it. I won't be happy about it, but I'd rather know than not know. Can you understand that?" Thomas asks.

"Yes, I understand. It is my hope and goal that no such situation will occur, but if one does you'll be the first person to know." Rachel says.

"I'm also going to make it a condition of taking you back that you willingly open yourself to me more sexually." Thomas says.

"What does that mean?" Rachel asks.

"It means that I will not beg for oral sex anymore. I understand the situation with Neil and the fear you have of it, but that will not happen with me. You are not opposed to the act of oral sex and with my assurance that it will not become as it was with Neil I expect you to be open to it." Thomas says.

"I suppose that's acceptable." Rachel says.

"Would you agree that I have been a tender and gentle lover throughout our relationship?" Thomas asks.

"Yes of course, why?" Rachel asks.

"Because I would like you to willingly allow us to experience anal sex together. I am aware that your one and only anal experience was very bad, but that experience was with a man that you have described as a clumsy and rough lover. I would never force you to do it, but it is my hope that you would trust me enough to take a chance." Thomas says.

"I must say that the thought of having anal sex again is a bit frightening, but you make a good point, you are a very tender and gentle lover, normal sex is so much better with you that it seems reasonable that anal sex would also be better. I am not overly enthusiastic about doing it, but I will not refuse us the chance to see if we enjoy having anal sex together." Rachel says.

"Very good, I assure you that when it happens we will take things nice and slow and use plenty of lube to make things as easy for you as possible." Thomas says.

"I'm sure you will change my mind about anal sex. Since we're setting terms, I have one of my own. I know you have to run your company and all, but you were missing a lot of the kids' lives before you moved out for over a year, and you've missed almost everything since. They have missed you and they need you, you have always been a wonderful father, but now I will expect you to be a more involved father. One who is around more often." Rachel says.

"That's a very reasonable request. I think that I've brought David along far enough where he can handle running things and I can have more time for the family. I never liked spending so much time away from you and the kids, but it was a necessary sacrifice that I had to make to provide the kind of lifestyle that we wanted for our family." Thomas says.

Thomas and Rachel talk through more and more things that they want to change about their relationship. Most things they both readily agree to, there is some give and take on certain things like letting Rachel's parents stay in the house when they come to visit.

They compose a list of the changes and both sign their acknowledgement of the new terms for their marriage. Thomas throws out one more thing that surprises Rachel.

"Okay, the last thing that I think we should do to kind of kick off our new relationship is an official renewal of our wedding vows. I would consider it not just a renewal, but an all new wedding as this would be our second marriage following the death of our first marriage." Thomas says.

"Wow, so are you talking about an official ceremony, with family, friends, a preacher, flowers, the whole deal?" Rachel asks.

"Yes, as I said it would be a second wedding. I think it should be done fairly soon and we would celebrate that date as well as our current anniversary in the years ahead." Thomas says.

"Well, okay, I think I could put together something that would be tasteful and appropriate." Rachel says.

"I want you to understand how seriously I take this ceremony; I would want us to get new wedding rings and everything." Thomas says.

"You want me to give up the ring that you designed for me?" Rachel asks.

"No, we don't have to get rid of them, you can wear your current ring on your other hand, but the new ring goes on the traditional finger." Thomas says.

"Okay, I can live with that, as long as the new ring is nice." Rachel says.

"I'll design you a ring that will make all of your friends jealous." Thomas says.

"Okay, so you think it should be done soon, what date should we pick for our new anniversary?" Rachel asks.

"How about one month from Saturday? That would give plenty of time for a simple ceremony to be planned and for guests to make arrangements to be here." Thomas says.

One month later, on a beautiful Saturday Thomas and Rachel renew their wedding vows in front of their family and friends. Following the ceremony there is a reception where Thomas and Rachel are approached by a person that they owe a hell of a lot to.

"Angela, glad you could make it." Thomas says.

"I wouldn't miss it. I had to see it for myself. Considering that the first time the two of you walked into my office you couldn't stand to look at Rachel or have her touch you it is absolutely remarkable to me that here you are with Rachel sitting on your lap with her arms wrapped around you." Angela says.

"Well, whether you believe it or not we owe any semblance of a relationship we have now to you." Rachel says.

"Well, I'm not sure I can take any credit for it, I've reviewed the notes I kept during our sessions and I'm even more confused by your case now than I was at the time. But I guess things worked out okay. Tell me, how'd you finally work it out?" Angela asks.

"We worked out an agreement. Here, I've got a copy of it for you; I was hoping you'd be here so I could give it to you." Thomas says.

Angela quickly reads through the terms of the agreement.

"I'd say that you've both been very generous in this agreement. That shows me that you both really want this marriage to work." Angela says.

"Yes we do. Not once during that whole time did my love for Thomas ever waiver, in fact I love him more now after being through that very trying experience with him." Rachel says.

"Well congratulations, I'd like you to come see me in a few months just so we can be sure that things are still going well." Angela says.

"We'll be sure to do that." Thomas says.

"How are the children holding up?" Angela asks.

"Surprisingly well. They're all very happy to have Thomas back home, and they did treat me differently at first after they found out, but I deserved it. They seem to be back to normal now, but we've talked to them a few times about what happened to help them better understand. I think they're going to be fine." Rachel says.




Pain Ch. 02



I could feel my forehead rubbing on the carpet, my hair falling down over my cheeks. I tried to move my hands, but they were bound tightly to my ankles between my legs. I could feel cool air on my dampening pussy. I felt so exposed and vulnerable. I loved it.

I was naked, and I could hear Him behind me. My ears were straining to hear him and what he was doing. 

I could feel the anticipation pounding through my system, knowing from our talk beforehand that this would be different. It would focus on the pain completely this time. The different sensations He could give me. 

I heard the familiar sound of him snapping his belt. He would fold it in half and sharply snap it, making the loudest cracking sound. It never ceased to make me shudder.

I felt the belt trailing over my cheeks, and between them. There was no escape being bound this way. The only thing I could imagine doing would be to roll to my side, but I know that would only bring more of his beating. I just knew.

He began to rain blows down across my upturned bottom. Lightly, then increasing in intensity. I felt the familiar fire burning across the stripes he was making on my cheeks. I knew the belt left wide red marks on my pale skin. 

He stopped and I felt him behind me, closer. We had looked at a picture of a women with her legs spread, and clothespins on her pussy lips. The tips of the clothespins were duct taped to her thighs, stretching the lips wide apart. I knew that was what he was going to do to me next.

He patted then slapped my pussy a few times. I wantonly arched my back, offering my pussy more, as he knew I would. He slapped harder still, about a dozen times. I felt him putting the clothespins on my lips. The pinch was sharp, but bearable. Three on each lip, then he tore off a piece of the grey tape, and held down the three clips on one side. He secured them to my tender inner thigh. Then the other side. I could feel my pussy lips stretched wide apart, exposing my inner pussy lips and clit. He leaned down close and blew cool air across it so I could really feel it. I shivered all over at the exposed feeling. 

I sighed deeply, loving being his whore. Knowing how much he enjoyed pushing me, making me take more with each session, stretching my limits as he stretched my pussy lips.

He came over in front of me and squatted down, jerking my head up by my hair. He put a rubber band around my hair, holding it away from my face. 

"You are going to sweat, my pet," he told me. 

I shuddered again, knowing he was right. I felt him move behind me again, and his thick fingers stretching my ass cheeks apart, exposing my tight little asshole this time. "I think we need to fill this little hole," he said matter of factly. I heard him move away, then return. 

He dripped some liquid lubricant onto my little pucker, and it felt wonderful sliding down between my cheeks. He inserted the thick butt plug, and swatted both cheeks a couple of times.

I felt it nestling deep in me, and I clenched around it tightly, loving how it felt. I loved being bound and plugged by this Man. Now I knew it was time for the pain to start.

I took a few deep breaths, and I knew he was watching me prepare my body for Him. I could almost feel the adrenalin pouring through my blood like thick syrup.

"Ready, pet," he asked quietly.

"Yes, my Lord, I'm ready," I replied.

He moved in front of me and showed me the broad wooden paddle he was going to use this time. It was like the one in another picture we had looked at. A long paddle, wood, smooth, with rounded corners and a long handle. He made a couple of experimental swipes at my bottom. I winched, feeling it flatten my cheeks as it struck. He started to use it more forcefully, blow after blow. I could feel the heat in my skin, knowing it was turning that bright red we both adored.

The paddle was wide enough that it struck both cheeks at once. This was a new sensation, and harder to take. Before we alternated cheeks, giving one a rest while striking the other. This did not happen now. Again and again he beat my bottom, swinging his arm way back. I could feel my forehead scraping on the floor, so I turned my head to the side. I could feel my arms pulling at the restraints at each blow. I knew I was going to be bruised after this spanking.

He stopped every now and then, letting me catch my breath. He talked to me, too, telling me I was a good pet, how well I was doing. I could feel the clothespins jerking with the blows as my cheeks wobbled and flattened. It was exquisite.

I could feel the tape tugging at that tender skin of my inner thighs. He put down the paddle then, and picked up a slim slapper type crop. The width of the leather flaps at the top fit perfectly between my stretched pussy lips. He put some duct tape on my cheeks, holding them open as well. 

He began to use the slapper up and down my crack and exposed pussy. Lightly at first, then harder and harder. I could feel it striking the butt plug, pushing it deeper as it did. He then removed it, and I felt the slapper directly on my wide open asshole. Oh god, I had never felt anything like it. My asshole throbbing from the butt plug, my pussy on fire from the blows of the slapper. 

And he continued. I became that cunt again, open, dripping, feeling only his touch and his tools. Hearing nothing but the wet sounds of the slapper striking me and his voice. 

I could feel my body responding to the pleasure pain combination again. I was arching my back, becoming his slut, my body begging for the slapper to hit my clit more. He struck me again and again and again, from the top of my bottom to the tender skin just under my cheeks, then back to my cunt and asshole. I was screaming by then, my pussy on fire. Flinching with every blow, shuddering, and so close to cumming I wanted to explode. I could feel it, rumbling up from deep inside my abdomen it seemed. The tape on my skin, the tight clothespins on my lips, the plug filling my ass, my wrists bound to my ankles, wonderfully displayed for Him. 

He began a steady fast slapping on my clit. "Cum for me, pet," he urged. I pushed and strained and shook and screamed and I crossed over the edge. As I came, he beat it harder, and the orgasm lasted for what felt like forever. Wave after wave washed over and through me. 

Finally he stopped, and I shuddered and trembled for a few moments in aftershocks. He released my wrists, and I collapsed on the floor. He removed the tape gently and then the clips. I screamed again as the blood returned to the pinched lips. Finally the pain faded to a dull ache. I glanced at the clock, and it had been over two hours since we began. I could feel my body aching, marked, satisfied and sated. He cradled me in his arms, and put soothing cool lotion on my sore bottom and pussy. 

Thank you Master. 



Pain Distracts Pain



Master often talked of having my nipples pierced, the thought always aroused me. But enduring constant pain if not properly pierced, stop any positive response from me. This time, His words were made clear that the time was near. That this was what He wanted and wanted it to happen in a very erotic setting. Master has a way of Him to keep me on the edge...and with this, my pussy drips with wetness as it does when He talks of taking my ass.

my ass is tight, never has it been taken by anyone. Master's cock is so long and thick i didn't think He would try. So i brushed it off as i have with the nipple piercing. But that day came and came again. Even using a butt plug trying to open my ass did not seem to work. Using our safe word many times, before His cock's head was totally in.

W/we met at our usual spot. Sliding into His car, Master looks at me..." marjorie..today you are to focus on *only* how pain distracts from pain, understand?" "Yes, Master Chris," my thoughts went into a bliss, the thoughts that went through my mind..i trust my Master's every word and knew whatever was planed for this day would be something He truly needed.

"Today is the day my pet." W/we pulled up to a house i did not know. A woman in a red robe met U/us at the door. "Welcome to Lord Andrew's ... home, sister angela here as your escort. Master Chris turned to me," go with her, do as your told and I will be with you soon" He leaned over giving me a kiss, "focus marjorie, focus," 

As i walked down a long hallway, i was lead to room that looked like a large closet with two doors, "hmm, how strange i said to myself," sister angela closed the door behind us, told me to remove my clothing and to place this robe on. she then opened this large wooden door, it creaked as she opened it. we walked down steps, it was then i realized i was being lead to a dungeon...my heart racing, catching sights of dungeon equipment, the items in the room, were certainly meant for creating torturous moments. The wicked flamed that burned through my imagination was very intense, but hearing my Master's last words,"focus marjorie, focus," cleared everything from my mind. 

Master Chris was standing next to (whom i was sure was) Lord Andrew. Both wearing black robes...and both standing next to a device that was clearing made for breast torture. i then knew my nipples were to be pierced today. i was placed in front of a table that was on an angle, my robe taken from me by sister angela. Master Chris steps close, as sister angela takes His robe "marjorie, Lord Andrew has agreed do this for Me," "you will be the good pet you are...won't you marjorie?" Yes, Master Chris. 


sister angela steps me close to the table....trying to focus on what was soon to happen...my heart beating outside my chest...my juices running from my pussy as my tits were placed in cut out holes in the table...my arms were stretched out from my sides...my wrists pulled firmly and flattened against the wooden table, the ready made bracelets locked them into place. Lord Andrew was standing in front of me, His fingers started pulling at my nipples, as my thighs were being locked into a spread bar. sister angela walks behind Her Master, slips His robe off, then hers. she stays behind Him with her hands resting on His shoulders, enough to say they are piercing my nipples as One. Master Chris is behind me, i feel His hands on my ass, His fingers reaching around playing with my clit....Lord Andrew pulling my nipples harder then Master Chris ever has. my body soon to feel pain i'm not used to. Master Chris is fingering my ass very deep, my wetness is more then i've ever experienced...i see Lord Andrew nod to Master Chris, He leans into me, "focus marjorie...... pain distracts pain." With that, my right nipple was pinched with a device that held my nipple out straight...my God it hurt so bad, with that i felt Master Chris hold onto my hips and bring His cock to my ass, without any hesitation, His cock entered my ass, i screamed out as Lord Andrew pierced my nipple and placed a golden ring in it...Master Chris's body was thrusting against my ass, His cock was deep inside my ass...my mind didn't know what pain was worse at that point....i could see Lord Andrew taking my left nipple as i felt every inch of my Masters cock fucking my ass, it burned, it hurt, the tears streaming down my face, my left nipples ring was placed as Master Chris came in my ass.

my knees weak, my nipples sore, my ass burning.....and all i could think of was how wonderful i felt, that my Master needed this from me. sister angela releases me from the table...turns me to my Master. "Thank You Master Chris." He takes my face in His hands, kisses my lips, bending down to kiss each of my newly pierced nipples..."my sweet marjorie...good girl my pet." Now thank Lord Andrew. i dropped to my knees and sucked on Lord Andrew's cock until He came.



Pain for Rent



"Janet, are you all right? What happened to you?" 

Sweet Jesus, I over slept. I'm still chained to the headboard.

"I'll call the police."

Where's that damn key? Oh yeah, move the tape.

"The phone won't work."

Found it. Come on fingers; don't drop it, make it work. "I'll get my cell."

Where's the end of the tape? This is going to hurt.

"Hang on, Honey."

Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Pull the panties out quickly. Don't worry about the tape.

"Stop Joe! I'm all right. Come here, sit down, I'll explain." 

He's shaking and I'm the one lying here naked. Admittedly, I'm something of a sight, handcuffed to our brass headboard. It's not every day your average Joe comes home and finds his domestic diva 'au-natural' chained to the bed. This is will take a lot of explaining. 

I began with the want ad in the personals. We've all seen them. The "SWM/F ISO kinky mate with their own chicken," kind of things. (Send pictures of chicken?) At first, I didn't know what the author of this particular advertisement thought he would find. As it turned out, that was Mistake Number One – I found him. It wasn't immediate; in fact, I didn't even read the entire ad the first couple of weeks I saw it in the newspaper. But, like a moth to flame, eventually I did read it. I started filling in the blanks and attributing my feelings to the advertisement's author. Eventually, I took it personally and replied to the box number. 

Mistake Number Two was assuming that I was the only person to take the bait; that this would be one-on-one. I felt these odds were fair, or at least even, given the caliber of domestic goddess with whom he would be dealing with. We talked on the telephone and eventually met at a White Castle. That should have also been a clue, but I wasn't processing all the data available to me. A month after our first conversation, the ad was still appearing in the personals and I wasn't paying it the attention it deserved.

A coup d'état between karma and fate that lead to my downfall. It's not my fault that my hands are tie-wrapped together, above my head, around this four-inch tree trunk. The straps are half an inch wide and have a steady bite into my wrists; any movement is rewarded with a sharp nip at my skin. I can't see or feel if there is a release mechanism. In fact, it's getting hard to just feel my fingers.

My boobs have a bluish hue within the rubber bands circling their bases. They sway with each breath I take and that's arousing. Breasts are among my best body parts, if I do say so myself. They arrived in the sixth grade, reached full blossom by junior high, and got me lots of attention all through high school. I usually wear a 34B, sometimes C, depending on the time of the month. I'm retaining fluids at the moment and could use the support of a bra. My nipples are supporting lead fishing weights with steel leaders noosed around the tits. The wind blows and I shiver, that shaking the rotten contraptions. Pain shoots through my chest. Okay. Basically, I like this part, but I've been like this for a good twenty minutes.

I'd shaved my pussy before our 'date'. That was Mistake Number Three. Since we'd not discussed that, I'm sure he inferred that I have more experience in this field than I do. My reward is a dildo in my asshole keeping company with the beer bottle shoved up my cunt. My pussy pals will no doubt remain in place by virtue of the duct tape coating my hips. Some fluids are seeping down my legs, and the flies are becoming bothersome. My knees are burying themselves in the mulch at the base of this tree and ants are crawling up stream looking for the picnic. My ankles are bungee corded together; also behind this tree and pulled up off the ground forcing my back to arch.

I can just barely see where we parked our cars, so I know he's still here somewhere, but I can't see him at the moment. I can hear birds and the river in the distance, but the sun is going to set soon. The colors are shifting toward reds and oranges and it's starting to feel damp. I try to shift my position, All that does is nip my wrists, shaking my arms and chest, which works its way around to my tits for another nibble. My crotch companions are definitely adding to my current state of arousal, but a vibrator would be a big help. 

"Did you miss me?"

"Hey fella, I'm starting to hurt. My wrists are really tight."

"Glad to hear it. Open wide." 

With that, he pulls my hair, tilting my head back, and pushes a tennis ball into my mouth. He wraps my head with more duct tape until the only thing not covered with the sticky stuff is my nose. He pulls on the lead weights and I scream, sort of. I mean I yelled for all I was worth, but I'm quite sure we're the only people who heard it. It is really hard to scream when you have only your nose with which to get air. When he got tired of pulling the weights, he started slapping me. First to the face, then he worked his way down to my cunt. He spent a lot of time on my breasts. Left, right, up, down, anything to make the weights bounce and me scream.

I'd been screaming for five minutes maybe more, when he stopped. At first I wasn't sure why, then I heard someone approaching.

"Greetings."

"Sorry I'm late. Traffic."

"No problem, we got a late start here too."

"How far are you?"

"Just warmed her up a bit, haven't used the instruments yet."

"Well don't let me interrupt you. I'll set up and just watch for a while."

"Feel free to join in if you see something that interests you."

"Okay."

He started slapping me all over again, as if nothing had happened. Somewhere during this beating, the wire nooses on my nipples were removed and replaced by rope on my neck and face. My head is now tied to the tree and it's harder to breathe. When he put his fingers over the openings of my nose, I really started bucking. They wrapped rope around my elbows and knees and repeated the test. They cinched all the ropes tighter and then pulled the beer bottle from my pussy. Something long and cold was shoved in next, and then they wedged it into the ground to keep me impaled on it. 

Clamps chomped into my tits and clit. Then the pole up in my pussy caught on fire, the same time my tits screamed bloody murder. I thrashed against the tree and tried to fill my lungs with air to scream, but nothing would work. I can't tell you how many times they did this to me. I lost count somewhere around twenty, consciousness a good deal later. I am quite sure that was the goal; because when I came to, I'd been moved.

I'm now face down on a tile floor, smells new. I'm still or again gagged and blindfolded. My elbows are touching and my hands are taped shut and together behind my back. I can move my feet, but not my knees. There is something big in my pussy and I can't feel my breasts.

"Glad to see you're back with us." 

I feel my wrists being lifted upwards as a pulley squeaks somewhere above me. He doesn't stop pulling until I'm standing on the points my knees, which are held about two feet apart by something tied to my thighs. My shoulders burn from the forced range of motion and strain.

"I'm putting a pan under your crotch. Do your toilet duties. You have five minutes." He must be kidding. I squeezed for all I was worth, but it is really difficult, when you have something akin to a baseball bat shoved in your cunt. Some minutes later, I peed but nothing solid would come. I'm now all wet down below and I can smell my acrid discharge.

"Are you hungry?" 

I was afraid to answer, thinking that he would make me drink my urine. So, I shook my head no, figuring I'd be okay for a while. 

"Bite down on your gag as hard as you can." 

Apparently, I didn't respond in the manner he expected because he started slapping my face; hard, until I eventually met his expectations. 

"Now, ease up a little bit."

I did and was greeted with water flowing from my gag. It's hard to swallow and clinch your teeth at the same time. It gets even harder if you let in too much water, and nearly impossible when someone slaps you. My tits came back with a bolt of electricity from somewhere and I almost drown. I was spitting water from my nose and trying to breathe all at the same time. 

The next blast of fire was to my butt cheek, quickly followed by hits to the souls of my feet. Those weren't quite as bad, mainly because I was expecting them. The one to my cunt hurt badly, twice in fact. Once at the site and then my knees when I landed back on the floor. That jolt also hurt my shoulders. I was 'sipping' water for most of the next fifteen minutes and my jaws were cramping severely. 

"I stopped the water. You can relax now." 

Easy for him to say. The only things that don't hurt now are my once again nonexistent boobs. And, the beating is starting again. Just for the sake of variety I suppose, he's starting at my feet and working his way up. He's using a stick of some kind and it really stings, but not much of a burn afterwards. 

Actually, it depends on what he hits as to whether it burns. When he got to my clit, it started a fire in me that consumed my backbone and exploded in my head. Meltdown took several minutes with sweat running down my body in rivulets from my armpits and under my breasts. Wind whistles in and out of my nose, as my chest heaves up and down trying to force air into my lungs. At one point I humped whatever it was in my cunt so hard my knees came off the floor again. That sent another jolt through my shoulders and crashed my knees into the floor once more. I'd reached the end. I couldn't hold my head up anymore. He took mercy on me and laid me down on the floor. As I was drifted away on my river of endorphin-laced sweat, I hear others in the room. I don't care at this moment as sweet blackness overtakes me.

Lightening flashes through me and I hear giggling. Female noises nearby, somebody is being tickled. I'm not ticklish anywhere that I know of. My first husband broke it, and I'm glad he did. My boob is on fire! My wrists are chained to my feet and the ever-present something is still in my pussy. My other boob just caught fire. My eyes fly open and I can see; not well, but light is flooding into my head. Giggle bitch is holding a cattle prod to my right nipple. Another explosion of fire and my whole body seems to levitate right off the floor. For my next trick, I'm going to decapitate giggle bitch. 

Just then, my left boob erupts again, as fire belches from her wand. I roll away from her and she stabs me in the back. Right between the shoulder blades and my arms nearly tear themselves from their sockets. Her next zap goes toward the butt; and she hits the interconnecting chain on the handcuffs getting both arms as well. 

At least the gag keeps me from biting my tongue. Giggle bitch struts around in front of me, bends down, and begins removing my gag saying,

"Be a good girl and I'll put away the cattle prod."

I won't have to exfoliate for a month. Before I can spit out the tennis ball, she is moving her clit toward my nose. Guess what good girls do next? Good girls get help removing tennis balls from their oral cavity, or all giggle bitch gets is a wet fuzzy. After prying the orb from my face, they handcuff my elbows together and rope the connecting links to my throat. At first, it wasn't immediately clear to me why. But when my face started plowing her ditch, I learned real quick. One tug and my head popped up and out if she even suspected I had bared my teeth. My tongue hurt when I was finished; which I might add, was after two women's clits, a practice dildo and one full size male prick complete with sperm.

A canvas sack was then pulled over my head, trapping all the fluids on my face inside next to my nose. It was tied tightly about the neck, then something wrapped around and into my mouth, forcing it open. I can breathe through holes somewhere near my nose, but hearing is distant and of course, vision is once again gone. I'm dragged face down across the floor by my knees. The shackle on my left foot is released, and my pussy crashes into something big and hard. My ankle is once again chained, and both of my feet are pulled up, until my hips are off the floor. I'm now double handcuffed behind the back at the wrists and elbows and resting on my boobs. It hurts to put my head forward and on the floor, but gives my chest some measure of relief. Something is attached to the top of the hood on my head and pulled back. No more relief for the chest, it was too good to last anyway. 

Someone has started drumming on my breasts. It's not painful right now, but they keep hitting the same spot and it's going to add up. After a few minutes, it stops and they pull up my head until my tits come off the floor. Then they release my head and I come crashing down on my chest. Smashing my tits against the floor and I hear giggle bitch again. She is really getting on my nerves.

I signed up - rented pain, if you will - for this weekend with the expressed understanding that it would be with the guy I had interviewed. If I wanted to be abused by a female, I'd call my mother. I'm thinking when this is over, I will get a refund or reimbursed with another weekend. Come to think of it, I'm due another two orgasms. Before I can finish my mental memo, I'm pushed up against the pole that trapped my feet. My neck is then tied to the pole. I'm half choking when I feel something wet against my clit and hear a vibrator's familiar buzz coming from somewhere near my pussy.

Good pussy, wet, warm, throbbing bundles of nerves in that slit right up the middle of my crotch. Someone pulled my filling out and the emptiness feels enormous. Fingers are moving down my stomach, groping for the spots that ignite my passion, so close. So very close. I feel the muscles in my groin grabbing at her fingers. It has to be the giggle bitch, only another woman would know where to touch, how to touch. I feel my back arching. I'm pushing out my breasts, aching for contact or stimulation of any kind. Naughty fingers finally meet my warm and wet pussy. My stomach muscles knot as I spasm on her digits. I can't stop grinding against her fingers in my cunt, humping her knuckles trying to increase the friction any way I can. Finally, it all crashes together, igniting one bright flame that burns me from cunt to cranium. Even my hair feels it as my eyes roll up into their sockets, unseen under the hood. I can't breathe. I'm going to die. A deep dark hole opens and swallows me. 

I know this is bitchy, but they still owe me one more orgasm. My throat hurts and so do my knees. I would guess it to be Saturday evening. That would mean either I'm going to be tied up for another twenty-four hours or I'll be short changed a day. I'm now wearing clothes. No bra or panties, feels like sweats or maybe a jump suit. My arms are strapped above my head to this table I'm on and my legs are crossed and somehow secured. No gag or blindfold for the moment. Actually, I'm quite comfortable. I hesitate to move, alerting them to my presence. 

"Ouch!" Someone just hit me, slapped me to be precise.

"Time to wake up, sleepy head. It's Sunday morning in the dungeon, and we've got body cavities to explore."

"Water - food - toilet."

"What's the magic word?"

"Please?"

"Abracadabra in this harem, Honey." 

That came from a gigantic black woman with a very thin mustache. She disconnected the straps on my arms, lifted me up, spun me around, and handcuffed me behind the back. She put another pair on my elbows then corded them up to my neck. Probably was her the first time as well. 

"Easier to control you this way." 

Like she needed help. She could break me in two if provoked. Then she'd have meal-sized portions. Visions of my butt on a spit; rotating above a charcoal pit, killed my breakfast plans. Bowel movements helped. Actually, the Amazon helped; she wiped my bottom since I couldn't quite reach it. She didn't want to remove the manacles. She opened a bottled water, put it in my mouth, and carried me out to my car. The remainder of the water was taken from me when I was put in the trunk. It was a short ride. 

She parked in our garage and lifted me from the trunk. She wrapped her arms around my chest and hauled me into the kitchen/dinning room. She then set me down in a chair.

"Where do you play with yourself?"

"What do you mean?"

"When you're alone and want to tie yourself up, where do you do it?"

"The bedroom or basement, depending."

"Depending on what?"

"How much time I have."

"Okay, the basement it is then. Where's the door?"

"Second door on the left, down the hallway."

"Thank you. Where do you keep your toys?"

"The hall linen closet, in a makeup bag."

As we head for the basement, she curtseys at the closet and grabs the bag without setting me down. I was worried about the stairs, but she didn't need the handrails. She bounced my stomach on her shoulder but not too hard.

"Where do you do it?"

"The pole near the sump pump, by the window with the curtains."

By the time she set me down next to the pole, I had a very good idea where this was going. Lots of wet -dreams had stained the concrete in this corner of the basement and I was ready.

She dismembered my clothes. When she's done jerking me around, I'm ready for it. Bodice-ripper paperback books have nothing on the real thing, especially when you're manacled by a maniac. My tits are standing up so hard that they hurt. Good hurt, crinkled cunt, soaked pussy kind of hurt. Not the gentle, looking for a stud-muffin, 'kind'. This is the "ankles behind your ears, pussy pounding, rip you apart" 'kind'.

I watched her intently, cataloging every detail to relive in fantasies later. She removed the shackles from my ankles, crossed my legs, and bound them together with a huge length of rope. Then the handcuffs came off my elbows and wrists along with the cord around my neck.

"Do you prefer your hands behind or above your head when cumming?"

I always disliked being stretched, so I said,

"Behind my back." Then it occurred to me, she might do the exact opposite. "As you wish."

She lifted me up, faced me toward the steel support pole, and folded me in half. She then pulled my arms back and handcuffed my wrists on the far side of the pole. The top of my head is now pushing against the floor, while the back of my neck is against the pole. I try shuffling my knees to relieve some of the pressure on my shoulders but nothing much helps. 

She starts loosely wrapping rope around my trunk, toward my hips and I'm thinking this isn't their style. Everything so far has been "oh my gawd I didn't think it could get that tight" or worse and I'd survived. This will be a piece of cake after I figure out where to put my hands and feet. She loops a long piece of rope over the floor joist, around the pole and back down, brings both strands to the coils at my hips. Then she passes the rope through the coils at my hips and back up to the top of the pole. She bisects the loop against the pole and starts pulling down. My hips start moving up. Before long, my knees are off the ground and I'm standing on my head. This hurts; a whole lot, and I tell her so.

"I believe you," Was all she said, while continuing to slowly pull on the rope.

What a bitch, she was deliberately grinding my head against the concrete. If I get a bald spot from this, I'm going to sue. That's not exactly what I was thinking. I was thinking, more along the lines of plucking her cunt hairs out one at a time when I get free. I realize that would probably require the help of several big men to hold her down; but I wasn't planning, just 'emoting'. Actually, it didn't take long to get used to it, the less I squirmed the better it was. She didn't stop pulling until my head was about a foot off the floor. 

I hadn't really experimented with being upside down before. It's hard to do by yourself. One can hang their head over the side of the bed, but it's not the same. This was pretty much ok. The rope at my hips was digging in a bit but certainly sustainable for the short term. My arms flopped away from the pole behind my back and my knees were bobbing around in the air above me.




Pain for Rent



She took another long rope and began tying my legs up and to the pole. That stopped most of the movement and took a little of the strain off my hips. Then she pulled my elbows together and fastened them to the pole with a belt of some kind. She balled up my fingers and taped them, then removed the handcuffs. She crossed my wrists and taped the whole bundle to the pole. In general, I'm tight to the pole. My breasts are sliding toward my chin, but that's about all I can see moving for the moment. 

She walks back in front of me with a roll of tape in her hand and what appears to be a pair of my panties. She uses a couple of her fingers to push the panties into my cunt. She could have really made this interesting if she had just been willing to tease my stick a little, but she was all business. I really feel stuffed when she's done. Well not actually done, she punches me in the stomach and slaps my thighs and breasts. Looking me straight in the face, albeit upside down, she slaps my cheeks until I cry. She pulled the panties from my crotch, moist with my fluids, and stuffed them in my mouth. She wrapped tape around my mouth until I couldn't move my jaw. She wrapped tape around my forehead and the pole, tighter and tighter, until I couldn't move my head. She put a piece of tape over my nose and watched as I twisted and jerked my body until everything went gray. 

The screaming of my tits woke me up. I look around and see them tethered to my 200 fluid ounce bottle of fabric softener. The string is passing over the seat cushion of a camp chair and the bottle is dangling in mid-air. It's mostly full weight pulls against my precious buds. Gravity is also a bitch. My breasts are positively cone shaped, standing out straight from my chest. I try screaming; I'm still gagged, barely audible sounds escape from me. I can't move my jaw or head for that matter. I can see myself… mostly; there is a makeup mirror on the chair next to the strings. It also looks taped down.

"You're back. Good. It's play time." 

She hit the undersides of my breasts with a stick; looked bigger than a chopstick, maybe a drumstick. The impact wasn't so bad, but what it did to the nipples was horrible. It felt like the buds were being ripped away from their respective boobs. I started screaming right at the beginning of this drum solo and continued until the curtain call. I think I lost consciousness because I was only able to get air through my nose. But being upside down may have had something to do with it also. I don't think I was out for very long, because the black bitch started back in on my boobs right away. Mostly I was just moaning now, the lightening bolts had melted into a steady flame in my chest. She must have sensed it as well, because she switched to my crotch. She drummed on my labia; and about the time it turned black and blue, she moved to my clit. What surprised me was how much it hurts to be hit on the asshole. I really jerked and twisted hoping to throw her aim off. Her persistence more than made up for what she lacked in accuracy. When she tired of that, she just shoved the stick in my rectum; gave the exposed shaft a couple swats, and walked away. I must remember that; it was incredibly sensual. I felt those swipes at the exposed drum stick all the way up and down my spine. 

She left me for maybe five minutes, returning with a shoe box from I don't know where. She removed several candles along with a box of farmer matches. The first candle she came at me with looked to be two or three inches around and maybe eight or ten inches long. I am so wet; it bottomed out in my cunt with no problems. I welcomed the intruder as it filled my space. My cunt clamped down tighter than some gold digger's pussy on an octogenarian's stock portfolio. . The next candle was about half its diameter and the same length. Even after removing the drumstick, it was difficult taking it in. No lubricant beyond the wax and the shape is constantly making my sphincter muscles want to expel it. The fullness of my cunt and ass is adding together and I feel my thigh muscles quivering, as I'm trying to take in all the sensations.

I expected her to ignite the intruders, but the little birthday candles she melted onto my breasts were what surprised me. The heat rising up my torso from the dozen or so small flames surrounding my breasts, joined with the wax melting over my pussy, was wringing sweat from every pore. The sweat especially stung when it ran into my eyes, and the moisture collecting in my nose was becoming more bothersome as time went on. These small distractions were quickly forgotten when she came at me with what looked like an electric toothbrush. It wasn't for oral cleanliness, however. She touched it to my clit and I went ballistic. The candles on my breasts came unstuck within a few seconds as I shook against the pole, forming a halo on the concrete above my head. I'm still smelling candles when my head begins totaling up all the sensations. My cunt, chest, roped body, and inverted position on the pole, all combine in a nonspecific orgasm that rumbles within my frame. The buzz of the toothbrush becomes fainter as I listen to the wind whistling in and out of my nose. There is pounding in my temples and I feel my toes curling. I'm pulling at my arm bindings and trying to sit up, all at the same time. The last thing I remember is the room spinning around me.

My clit is on fire. I try to look down and can't move my head. The Amazon is holding something to my pussy. Oh my gawd, that feels yummy. My legs are twitching and so is my butt. My hips are smashed up against the pole and I'm upside down. I smell candles and my face is covered with sweat. Gee-sus. She's going to do me again. I'll die, I can't take this again, but she keeps at me. I can't stop the convolutions. I can barely get enough air to breathe and sweat, I bathed in it. I'm ripping my tits to shreds. My beautiful breasts will never be the same. I feel it coming, my body careening toward another Richter scale orgasm. Everything tingling across my skin as sparks crackle along my spine and blood boils within me. Guttural sounds are all I can muster; language is gone, just primal functions remain. I need to pee.

My mind left for a while and came back with a humongous headache. My vision is blurry and I smell the ocean. My tits are burning and a big black shape is standing near me. I'm upside down, how'd that happen. A jolt of joy in my cunt brings back a flood of memories. Again? Have mercy; please just let me die in peace. My eyes roll up into their sockets as the blackness descends again.

"We're done, Sweetie." 

I look at the voice, that gorgeous black woman is smiling down at me. 

"The keys to your handcuffs are taped to the back of your hand. Let yourself go when you feel like it."

I would thank her, but my mouth is still taped into submission. I looked around and recognized our bedroom. Afternoon sun is on the bed and I judge the time to be about two or three. I'm thinking my hubby won't be home until this evening. I feel warm all over, test my bonds, and decide a nap is in order. I dozed off wondering what's in the Sunday personals. I think in another three months, I'll have enough money to do this again, if something better doesn't come along. Sleep, sweet slumber, suspending the entire world. 

"Honey, then you walked in the room. Early, I might add. I've shown you the newspaper ad and it's clear that I haven't actually fucked anyone. I've tried to illustrate how erotic this is… sort of… well a little. We should talk more about my wants and the difference between that and my needs. I'll try to answer your questions. I can still see the confusion behind your eyes, but I hear love in your voice and that tells me it may be okay eventually. I'm too sore for sex, but then we've only been doing that on Tuesdays and Fridays. That may be something that needs to change too, who knows." 

His expression has become more intense when he says, 

"You're looking for something better. Give me the key to the handcuffs."

I am so sore. And hungry. Gawd, I'm starving. Oh nuts, he's going to push those disgusting panties back in my mouth. Boy, does he have a boner going behind his zipper. I hope this doesn't take too long. I've still need to pee.

With a smirk on his face, he says, "You said your toys were in the hall closet?" 



Pain in the Ass



The day I got called into the office and told about the "Corporate Downsizing" was a shock to my system.

Sure, the economy was in the toilet and I understood that, but who expects to be laid off when they are one of the very best analysts for their firm?

At age 21 I pretty much had it made. Then it wasn't long and here came computers, I was one of those that it all made perfect sense to so I was paid more than most people would believe.

Just as I was getting downright cocky about my life I made that mistake and crashed a perfectly good brand new Corvette.

I was nearly 35 before I finally got rid of the wheelchair full time. By then the world was full of young people who knew far more than me, so I found work as an analyst. The pay was not too bad though.

At age 55 I pretty much had it made again. Nice pension coming up, retire at 65, draw my Social Security.

At 60 I was out the door.

Of course the company invested the pension fund (insert "stole" where it fits.) Of course they invested nearly all of it in their own company stock.

No point in explaining what happened except management got bonuses.

The house and six acres I made payments on for 20 long years sold, but for half what I had figured.

The taxes alone were taking nearly half of what my Social Security was going to be at 65. 

And going up.

Of course. 

Then the "12 months" paid medical ran out, the company now paid just half until I turned 65 then I got to go on Medicare.

Which would come out of the Social Security check.

I had missed that clause in the company contract.

Yep, my own fault there.

I was a very good analyst, but I should have been analyzing my own situation.

Hell with it, at 62 I took early retirement, got rid of my big diesel crew cab Dodge and bought a Kia.

The little two bedroom house at the end of a short street with one of those turn around places at the end was cute. What do they call those, cul de sacs?

The house took all of my money except for maybe 10 grand. The bank offered me .50% interest, with a 10% penalty for early withdrawal. I just stuck it in my checking account.

The part that really pissed me off was my little place outside of town, I had bought it planning on developing, what the hell, make a few bucks and I saw the city was getting closer and closer anyway.

Nope. Exclusive Farm use, government told me. Damn near had to have a permit to cut the fucking grass! Hell, my old place had trees and I couldn't touch them, instead I packed bags of those little pellets for heat.

I took the Kia for a drive on my 64th birthday, I wanted to see the old place that had been home to me and my late wife for over two decades.

Fucking earth movers! Trees hacked down, piled up everywhere. The six acres was blocked off into 100 feet by 100 feet lots, it was going to end up looking just like the fucking place I had to move to!

I had some choice words on the way home that day for some of the folks in local government, let me tell you. Some County Commissioner apparently had a brother that was a developer, the developer had a couple of buddies on the planning commission, and I ended up getting hosed.

I admit I thought about getting myself on the national news, but being reasonably mellow I just went on with my life.

So with a pension less than half of what I expected, Social Security less than I had planned, and no real money in the bank, I was resigned to just getting by.

I had food, a roof, and if I got sick government would pay 80% of it, even that wasn't looking like a sure thing since the news was full of stories about government being owned by China.

I bought one of those medical policies to cover the other 20%, finding that it cost more than the 80% part did.

Sorry to bore you, but that is how I ended up living alone in a tiny little house on the Oregon coast.

I had not yet met the lady Doctor I am now married to, some of you have read a few of my stories about Debra.

This one I wasn't even going to write, but one evening I told the story to Debs and she got to giggling and insisted I write it, so here it is.

You see, I had a neighbor. Her name was Sharon Johnson.

+++

It was raining like a Cow pissing on a flat rock the day I saw Sharon Johnson the first time. She had white hair and looked old to me, but by then I guess I maybe looked old to her, too.

I was inside, crabby because of the rain, since out front sat the rented U-haul with what was left of my world.

Which I wanted inside so I could take the truck back and not have to pay the $73.80 rent for an extra day.

I did have the couch and TV inside, and was watching the news.

Bang bang bang on my fucking door, I got up and opened it, here stood an old lady, soaked to the skin. She had a tray of something, waxed paper over the top of it, water running off the side of the platter.

When I said it was raining, I meant it, this is the Oregon coast.

"Welcome to the neighborhood!" She said, shoving the platter at me. Water ran off the edge of it and onto the front of my shirt. I took it by instinct.

Looking past her, it was raining so hard I couldn't see the other side of the street.

"Come on in." I told her, stepping aside. That was when I noticed she was barefoot? People that live on the Oregon coast are all crazy, nobody has an umbrella and they all act unhappy it they aren't wet.

She came in, spotted the fire I had going in my wood stove. With real honest to God wood, not those stupid little pellets.

That was one of my lucky breaks, our Governor Kulongowski had not yet made it illegal to take out any wood stove that wasn't "certified" whatever that means.

It was a dandy one, too, quarter inch thick sides and a flat top I could cook on when the power went out.

Which I knew about, the power always went out when storms hit. Here on the Oregon coast it is either raining or preparing to rain, and with the rain comes the wind.

Anyway.

The old lady went over and held her hands out to the fire, standing there dripping on my pretty sea blue carpet.

Hey, it was in the house when I bought it!

"You sure are wet." I managed, not knowing what else to say.

"Oh, sorry!" She said, looking down at the puddle.

"Maybe I should get out of these wet clothes, I am making a mess!" She gave me a huge grin.

I just looked at her.

What am I supposed to say, anyway? How about, "Sure go ahead. Let me help you out of those wet things?"

Hell, I didn't even know her name yet.

All of my towels and blankets were outside in the fucking U-haul, all of my clothes, most of everything except for my couch, a couple of chairs, and my TV.

The wood was stored in the garage, I could reach that through the kitchen, so it was nice and dry.

Which was why the U-haul was outside, of course.

"Do you maybe have a towel, or a blanket or something I could use?" She asked.

"No, everything is outside in the truck." I told her, then I thought of my coat. I went and got it, it was a shorty jacket but at least five sizes too big for her. I handed it to her, not quite sure of what she had planned.

Hell, I didn't even know her name? Why didn't she just go home, it was maybe 100 yards and she was already sopping wet?

But I was a nice guy and she looked cold so I handed her my coat. I was also thinking she was going to get it wet and that would piss me off.

She held it in one hand and looked at me like she was waiting for something, I stood there looking back.

"Can you turn your back please?" She asked sweetly.

"Uhh...OH!..OK." I picked up the platter, went into the kitchen. I took the waxed paper off, cookies! Big fat ones with chocolate chips in them, if any of you have ever read some of my other stories you know I love those.

Especially the nice moist gooey ones that you can dip in a glass of milk and...

Sorry. I am 68 now and I wander off sometimes.

Anyway, I was on my fourth one, dipping away in a little glass of milk. The cookies didn't even fall apart, this old gal knew how to make them for sure.

"OK. I am decent!" I heard her call out, so I snagged a fifth cookie to go and went back in there.

Her dress was hanging up by the stove, already starting to steam. I looked at it closely but it was far enough away that it probably wouldn't catch fire.

There she stood, near as I could tell all she had on was my coat. It did cover her ass but that is all it did.

I didn't see any bra or panties hanging up.

"Good cookies!" I told her, taking another bite.

"Thank you, I am glad you like them. I'm Sharon, I live in the green house across the street." She again gave me a huge smile.

"Dan." I told her. She stuck out her hand, which made the coat gap open, displaying a rather large expanse of the inside edge of her right breast and a glimpse of dark pubic hair.

"Oops." She said, quickly tugging it back together and holding it closed with her left.

I shook her hand, curious now. This old lady had crossed the street to bring me some cookies. In a monstrous downpour? Wearing nothing but a simple house dress? No underwear? Barefoot?

Then she is standing naked except for a coat in front of a complete stranger?

OK. I know, I wouldn't believe it either if someone told me this.

After maybe 30 minutes she was getting dried off nicely, we spent the time chatting. She found out I was retired and I found out she was also, she found out I was a widower and I found out she was divorced.

I told her when she asked how old I was, then she told me I didn't look anywhere near old enough to be retired. I knew better of course, the front half of my head is bare and the back half is snow white but I liked hearing that anyway.

She kept turning back and forth in front of my fire, which was giving me constant glimpses of a lot of her although she kept the front of the coat together with one hand.

The spot where she was standing was darker from the water dripping off of it, she caught my glance at that.

"I have a carpet machine, I will come over and shampoo it for you when it quits raining." She grinned.

"No need to bother." I said.

"Oh, no bother." She grinned at me. I realized she was now looking at me with interest.

OK. It had been one hell of a long time since any woman had looked at me that way, I kinda liked it.

Then she finally looked at the tiny watch on her wrist, and said she needed to be getting home. She got up to check her dress, giving me another glimpse of black pubic hair in the process.

It struck me that this old woman wasn't in that bad of shape, she had a pretty good set of boobs on her, what I had seen of them so far. Several times all I needed was another inch or so and I would have seen her nipple.

I was feeling just a little bit fussed up. I kind of think she knew it too because when she reached for her dress, she lifted up on tiptoe and she really didn't have to. I got a nice look at the bottom half of the cheeks of her ass when she did that. There really weren't any odd looking lumps that I could see.

"Excuse me?" She asked, turning to me with the dress in her hand.

"Oh. Sorry, I will go in the other room." I went in and snagged some more cookies.

Damn those were good.

"OK!" Sharon called out. I went back out, peeked out the front window. The wind was still blowing but it had stopped raining for a few minutes.

Sharon walked over and gave me a quick peck on the cheek and then she was gone.

I went in and ate the rest of the cookies, then I went into the bathroom and jacked off. What the hell, the vision of the bottom half of Sharon's behind maybe four feet in front of my face had gotten the old pecker to stiffen right up.

+++

The next morning the Sun was shining bright like nothing at all had happened the day before. I checked the rain gauge and it was just over 3 inches.

Sunshine be damned the wind off the Ocean made it cold as hell outside, I had stepped out and was just turning to go back inside when here she came.

She had a carpet shampoo machine in tow. Plus she was still barefoot.

"You don't need to..." I started.

"I want to, Danny. Please?"

"OK. But only if you make me some more of those cookies!" I teased her. She grinned at me at that.

In 15 minutes she had the small carpet looking brand new. In the meantime, I made some breakfast, got her to stop working and sit down to eat.

"Wow, an man that can cook? What a catch!" She grinned at me.

Later she left, I started to unload the U-haul and she was right back helping me. I told her she didn't have to do that but she insisted, which actually was good because we made short work of it and I got the truck back barely in time to save myself the next full day's rental.

Sharon drove my Kia down to pick me up.

Of course then we had to drive all over hell so she could show me where everything in the little town was, that took maybe 30 minutes. There really wasn't a lot to see, I knew that already. A Walmart on one end of town, a bridge on the other. A neat little section closer to the Ocean pretending to be rustic right down to the plastic shingles on all of the buildings.

The next morning Sharon knocked on my door, handing me my newspaper.

"I found it in the street." She told me.

Breakfast again. Another drive. We watched TV together that afternoon. I sat in my chair and Sharon sat on the couch pretending to enjoy the military channel. I noticed she kept tugging the hem of her dress upwards, she had her legs crossed at the knees and half of her thigh was showing.

I was trying to not look but that's not an easy thing to do, she kept catching me looking and just smiled sweetly.

The next day there she was again, asking me if I wanted to go shopping with her. The truth is that I hate to shop, and will do anything at all to get out of it.

I have been known to eat a can of creamed Corn for dinner rather than go shopping.

But she had another plate of those cookies, what was I going to say?

So. We shopped. Somehow she had a cart and I had a cart and she kept stuffing things into my cart that I never heard of and would never think to buy but I did. There was a half dozen green looking things, she told me to peel them and eat them raw with a little bit of salt so I did.

Damn those were good, Calla Rabbi's or something like that. The very tops of them are wonderful, I chopped up and cooked the rest of them with some butter and vinegar.

One morning I woke up to the sound of a lawnmower, Sharon was out there mowing my grass. Hell, it was only about 6 swipes all told, but when I asked her about that she just told me she already had hers running so why not?

Then more cookies. One day she showed up with some rolls filled with sweet lemon sauce, a dozen of them. Somewhere in there she told me about her family owning a bakery somewhere, I didn't pay much attention to that.

I drew the line when she asked me if I wanted her to do my laundry, she said she was doing a load anyway so she might as well.

I kind of didn't want her to see my underwear since I tend to leave a brown streak in them now and then. 

Getting along in years, you see.

You young guys will find out what I mean.

One day I was sitting out on the jetty, I had some sand shrimp and planned on catching me a fish for dinner.

"Hi, Danny! Imagine running into you way out here!"

I looked over and there she sat on a rock maybe 20 feet away, fishing pole in hand.

OK. Now I was sure, I was being pursued.

She also caught two nice sea trout, all I got was a bullhead.

+++

Now understand here that I had no plans for any kind of relationship at all. I had been married for a couple of decades and it was a darned good marriage too. I met my Dotty when I was doing the therapy stuff, getting so I could walk again.

Dotty was my nurse and therapist.

She was good at it, I gained very fast and somewhere in there we fell in love. But with her there was not going to be any sex at all unless we were married, so I married her and I was glad that I did.

The first time I saw her naked was out wedding night, I damn near cried at the sight of her. I already knew she was beautiful, but looking all shy yet naked like that she took my breath away.

Dotty and I were happy together, we never were blessed with kids because early on she was diagnosed with Cancer. The Doctors saved her life but took her ability to have children, so we became as close as it is possible for a couple to be. We got 20 long years of perfection.

Dotty went very fast once we got the bad diagnosis, all of the rest of my life seemed to fall apart after that and I ended up in the small house scrimping by on what little I had left.

So now even the thought of another woman in my life felt somehow like I would be cheating. Yes, I know that is silly but it was the way I felt.

Women did not fit into the picture at all. Sure, I had fantasies, I took care of myself using solo sexuality, but most of the time the thoughts in my head were of my late wife.

Sharon was becoming a pain in the butt, she popped up everywhere. 

Once or twice a month or so I walked down to the corner tavern to have a beer. Without fail Sharon would appear, hopping on the stool next to me. Hell, that happened often enough the bartender was obviously thinking we were a couple.

The reason I know that is because one evening I went down there and after a half hour or so it struck me Sharon wasn't there.

"So where is your gal tonight?" The bartender asked. I just shrugged.

Later that night I looked over at Sharon's house and it was dark. The next day I looked over there several times, no sign of her at all.

By weekend, I began to worry. She never did have a lot of visitors, and I was thinking maybe she was sick or God forbid, even dead in there?

I went over and knocked, there was no answer. I went around back and peered in under the curtains, no sign of her at all.

I was about ready to call the police department, report her as missing when my phone rang.

"Hi, Danny." Sharon's voice said.

"Hi! Where have you been, I have been worried about you." I told her.

"That's sweet of you. My Mom was sick so I had to go see her. She is better now so I will be home by weekend."

"Your Mom? You never told me about her."

"We haven't always gotten along so well, but it's better now. She is 92 and frail, so we moved her to a care facility."

"We?" I asked her.

"Yes, my brother and my ex-husband helped with the move."

"Oh. Well, I missed you, you should have told me." I said.

"I just didn't want to burden you with my troubles."

"Well, how about I have you over and cook you a nice dinner when you get back?" I asked her on impulse.

"I would love that, Danny." Her voice took on a soft purr.

"Now what did I just do?" I thought. The woman had been driving me nuts but as soon as she was gone I realized I missed her?

+++

It was raining like hell outside the day Sharon was coming over for dinner. If anything, it was even worse than the time I first met her.

I had a side of Lingcod baking, a nice white sauce simmering in a pan to pour over it, and some Scalloped Potatoes cooking. Those had my own recipe, I use a Papaya hot seasoning lightly in a basic butter sauce, a trace of chili powder and three different cheeses, all melted together and whipped into a froth before putting it between the layers of Potatoes, then sticking it last under the broiler to turn it crisp and golden brown on top. It actually looks a lot like a pie because I also use an unsweetened crust and when I get it right it comes out just like slices of pie.

There is one more secret there, that is the soda water I add as I whip it with my mixer, adding a little bit of sour cream at the same time.

I had just taken the sauce off and set it to a warmer when Sharon knocked on the door.




Pain in the Ass



There she stood soaked to the skin! Wearing just a dress. This time she had shoes on. I started laughing, then I let her in. 

"Here we go again!" I thought.

"Hang on, I will get you a robe." I told her as she huddled up to the fire. She was grinning at me.

I handed her the robe, told her I would be in the kitchen finishing up and to come on in when she was dry.

We exchanged a look, I knew darn good and well that this time was deliberate.

Sharon came in a few minutes later, I served the meal. She looked it it, impressed. One thing I can do is cook, although it had been some time since I had bothered with the more time consuming dishes.

We ate with gusto, several times she told me how good everything was. After the meal, she sat in the living room while I quickly cleaned up.

I poured two small glasses of wine, went in and joined her. She sat on the couch, wearing one of my white robes. It came halfway down her thighs, tied loosely at the waist.

"So tell me Danny? Do you find me attractive at all?" She asked after we sat there for a short while silent.

"Well, yes, but...I mean..?" I was not quite sure what to say.

"I have been a pain in the ass, haven't I?" She smiled.

"Well...No, not really...." I lied.

"I have been waiting for you to try to seduce me, you know?"

"You have?" I managed.

"Yes, I have. I was hoping...I really do like you."

"I like you too, it's just that..."

"Your wife is gone, Danny. I bet she would understand and be pleased for you."

I knew she was probably exactly correct about that.

Sharon stood up. She shrugged the robe off her shoulders, it fell to the floor behind her. She was naked, her breasts heavy and sagging down, still beautiful. Her waist was slender, her hips flared outwards. The dark mass of pubic hair I had seen brief glimpses of that first night was still there, full and natural. Only her face bore a few lines that told the truth of her age, just like I knew very well my own did.

"I guess I will just have to try and seduce you instead!" She smiled.

"I think it's going to work." I told her, standing up. Sharon slid into my arms and pressed herself against me, tipping her head up for a lingering kiss.

"Not out here, come on!" She grabbed my hand and led me into the bedroom. I started to reach for my clothing but she pushed my hands away.

"Let me." She whispered. She unbuttoned my shirt, then slid her fingers downward over my chest. Her hands tripped the catch on my slacks, she stripped them down and off, leaving me in just my briefs and socks. I reached down and peeled off the socks as she reached for the waistband of my briefs.

She slowly tugged them downwards, my erection caught in the waistband. She giggled as she reached in and grasped my quickly stiffening member, turned it sideways and slipped the underwear down and off my legs with her other hand.

"Oh, you are nice and big! It's been so long!" She was almost whimpering in lust. She lay back and spread her legs, pulling on me by my erection.

She had the most delightful looking pussy, her lips were full and very visible even with the mass of hair. 

I wanted to lean down and taste her, and tried to but she was having none of that.

"Put it in, put it in!" She was lifting her hips urgently, her legs now nearly impossibly open. I moved into position and entered her as she used one hand to guide me, all the way until our pubic bones touched in one smooth motion.

A gurgling sound came out of her mouth, then she released the rest of the air in her lungs in a gush.

That first time was very quick, Sharon began to orgasm violently and there was no way to hold back once her inner muscles clamped down firmly.

I tried, I really did try to hold back but she just tore my orgasm from me.

We lay joined like that for several minutes, finally I felt myself slip out. She sat up and reached out for me, began to gently stroke my now limp member.

"It might be awhile, I am getting older now." I told her.

"It doesn't look like it's very old!" She giggled, leaning forward and sucking me into her mouth. I came right back up at that, she took more and more of it into her mouth until I realized she had me all the way down her throat.

I could hear her breathing heavily through her nose, no one had ever done that to me in my life.

Before I could climax again she slipped off on me, then hiking up one leg she straddled me. Reaching down with both hands she got my erection aimed and pressed down. I reached up and fondled her big soft breasts, delighting in the way her brownish pink nipples flattened out to the size of a half dollar.

Again she was making sounds that had no meaning as she bounced up and down on me. I now had my hands on her behind, it was surprisingly firm. When she reached her peak that time she leaned forward and jammed her breasts against me, releasing a long moan.

Later, we showered together and she got down on her knees and sucked me until I was halfway hard, but it just would not come up all the way.

We went to bed and cuddled up, it felt so good to have a woman in my bed. I dreamed, it was of my Dotty, she was watching me with a smile on her face. I woke up remembering that dream.

Sharon lay there softly snoring, I ducked under the covers and began to lick her. I had to push on her knees a bit but finally I got her legs wide open. She tasted so fresh and clean from the earlier shower, I was enjoying that very much when I felt her move.

"You can wake me up like this any time you want to, Danny!" She laughed. Then she began to make those odd little nonsensical sounds again. I had my hand right on her tummy as I teased her clitoris with the tip of my tongue. Her belly rippled with motion as she climaxed again.

A few minutes later she had me all the way down her throat, all I could manage was about half hard but it was enough. She didn't pull off that time until she had milked me completely dry.

It was late afternoon before I could manage again, she climbed on top of me in my chair and fucked me with no mercy. I was not sure if she had an orgasm that time, she seemed to be instead trying to give me one.

The next day she tugged on the white robe and ran barefoot across the street to feed her Cat, naked legs flashing as she ran. It was rather obvious that she had no underwear on since her bare bottom was popping out with every step. 

That was hilarious.

I saw that the old man who lived two doors down was outside doing something in his yard, he stared at her as she ran back. She giggled and waved at him, ducking inside and shutting the door.

That evening we went down to the bar for a beer, instead of sitting up at the bar we sat in the corner booth, necking.

"About time!" The bartender grinned as he set down two cold bottles.

Another time we were down at the park by the Ocean, and were getting it on in the Kia like a couple of damned kids. I had the seat back as far as it would go, surprisingly there was then room for Sharon to straddle me.

It was a bit of a start when suddenly her bare breasts were lit up by a flashlight and one of the local cops was tapping on the window.

Apparently they loved to sneak up on people who parked up there to try and catch them because he never took the light off of her as she quickly grabbed for her blouse to cover up. I know he got a good look at her snatch also because she had to hike up her right leg to get off of me. I even tried to stick my arm up in the way to block the light but he just moved the flashlight.

I rolled down the window as she sat back in the seat giggling in embarrassment, holding her clothes to her front.

"This town is full of motel rooms, get one, OK?" The man said with a huge grin, still shining the light her direction.

We left and went home, finished up there.

It was a crazy two months.

+++

Sharon came over one morning, she obviously had something on her mind. I poured some Coffee, and waited.

"My Mom passed away." She said.

"I am sorry to hear that."

"She had a good long life, but I have to leave." Sharon said sadly.

"I understand, it's OK."

"There are a lot of other family issues, It could be a long time." She said.

"You need to do what you need to do." I told her. She slid into my arms and hugged me, tears were flowing down her cheek.

That night in bed was our last time, it was one of those sweet type sessions of lovemaking that long time married couples do. That was so different from the mayhem way we had been up until then that it was noticeable to me.

The next day I was once again alone. Sharon never wrote, and she never called. I guess I have to say that I never have understood completely, it appears there were a lot of things I just never knew.

I never did tell her I loved her, maybe that was it? But the truth is, I don't think I ever was. All we were, were two people enjoying each other.

My side of things anyway, I just do not know what it was from her side.

+++

A couple of years later, I met Debra. She is one of those Registered Nurse Practitioners, (she says I am supposed to capitalize that.)

Debra is sort of on the mayhem side herself. Nice and naughty, too, so damned if I didn't marry her. (Actually, I think she married me, somehow I didn't have a hell of a lot of choice in the matter?) 

With Debra, I am completely sure that I love her. There will be more stories to write, and I won't even need to make much of it up. In fact, some of the things she does I probably couldn't make up.

Like having your nice chubby little wife running around a casino down in Reno on the honeymoon with no panties on, then parking her behind in front of a slot machine and flashing it at you?

She didn't get caught doing that that I know of but she came damned close.

+++

For all of you older folks that might think your sex life is all done, take a look around.

There really is nothing better than a nice nasty older lady, even though Debs is about 15 years younger than me. I moved to the coast to live out my life and die, instead I became completely alive all over again.

+++

I asked Sharon Johnson once way back that if I had made a pass at her that first day as she stood in my living room wearing nothing but my coat, would I have succeeded?

She told me no, she wanted to get to know me first but she admitted she was interested right off the bat. Then once she decided that she would, I guess I made it difficult so she just went for it.

I have to admit I am glad she did.

Damn that woman could make cookies!

MGM



Pain in the Shower



We did not come together and I would have thought it was totally spontaneous except for the predatory way you were looking at my through the evening. And the totally sophisticated way that you were asking me to refresh your drink all night. I suppose I should have gotten the hint in the way you captured my eyes and drank the whole glass of water in one long intense pass. Time and time again. From close and from across the room.

Sometime into the evening, when the party is in full swing you come up behind me and run your fingers into my hair. Clench a fist. Whisper in my ear. "Do you wish to submit my pet?" "Yes Mistress. Please Mistress."

In your hands are my waterproof cuffs and a spreader bar. Other items I cannot see. You take me into the bathroom. Leaving the door open. You take all the items from my pants pockets and throw them into the back of the drawer. Drag me into the shower.

Very soon I find myself in wrists cuffed to the chains, ankles cuffed to the spreader bar. My pants down around my knees. My t-shirt in shreds giving you access to my naked skin. The water is flowing, hot then cold then hot. You use it as a tool. My cock and balls bound up, stretched, hard, throbbing drooling. Clips on my nipples and other places on my skin. 

You are spanking me. Hanging from the chains. My wet skin and your swinging hand making loud resounding sounds in the small enclosed space. It is nasty sexy and scary. Taking your time but definetely building, building. Taking what you need. Hurting me.

All the time it is obvious it is a party. Some people try to watch, but it is awkward and intimate.  Besides, it is a bathroom and people need to use it.

You leave the shower door partially open. I cannot see out, but you can and you can see who it is and what they are doing reflected in the sink mirror. You are torturing my body with your hands and my mind with your words. Taunting, teasing.

Some people entering the bathroom are not as free as others. They close and lock the door despite the fact that you are obviously doing a very intense scene in the shower.  You chat with some, show me off to some. My wet naked body. My inflamed spanked ass. The obvious lust in my eyes.

Then some one catches your eye and your fancy. A Domme, or a sub, someone sexy to both of us. I may not know her, or them if they came in together the way women do.

You stop them before they do their business and offer my use to them. They accept. I think I may pass out from lust and embarrassment, hanging on the chains.

They step into the shower and join the scene. Teasing my bound cock. Twisting my nipple clamps.

You lower the clips on my wrist cuffs and force me to my knees. My arms up and hanging from the chains. Wet, stripped naked. Wild hair. Totally willing. Your hand finds the nipple clamp. Your words find my ear.

Kneeling in the steamy stall surrounded by aroused hungry female essence.  I am at worship. Prepared for anything. anything.

She is standing before me, leaning back against the tile. I am too ashamed to look into her eyes. Your fist in my hair forces me. Your words slide wetly into my ear sensous and all knowing, cutting through the last of my barriers. "look into her eyes." "you want it don't you?" "Yes Mistress." "Open your mouth."

Your fist tightens in threat. I can feel my welted flushed ass against the wet rough fabric of my jeans and I believe that your threat is genuine. Your fingers twist my nipple

I open my mouth. You slide a finger in exploring. Like you own me. "Stick out your tongue." I comply. I am shaking in your hands. Quivering with the intensity of where you are taking my mind and my body. Pain has been building in my body, the water is splashing all around me, your words are taking me deeper and deeper and what you are offering me it the ultimate intimacy, the ultimate gift. A place of fantasy desire and worship.

Her legs open and she straddles me, leaning back against the tile wall, tilting her pelvis up to open and expose herself to me. Like a temple. Like a primal watering hole. A place of profound mystery.

Your hands steady me. Her fingers open her lips. Exposing all. They are swollen with lust, wet with desire. There is an incredible extended moment. A life time of anticipation for me.

And the first trickle emerges. It runs across her fingers and breaks free, dropping hotly onto my thighs. My body jerks in response and you tighten your grip.

Another stronger stream and she guides it. Flooding my throbbing bound cock. Spurts. Hot and intense. Bathing my cock. Forcing me to see how obvious it is to all of you that I am incredibly turned on by the humiliating place I find myself. My face burns with embarrassment. I cannot hide my arousal.

Your hands force me closer. Into the stream. It splashes across my belly, across my chest. My breathing is labored. My neck. My shoulders. 

Your fist in my hair guides my head twisting and turning you place me in the flow. Across my chin, my cheek. Teasing me. She stops and holds it.

"Stick out your tongue my pet." I do. It shakes like the rest of me. "Open your mouth." I do and we all can hear my ragged breath.

You force my head between her legs. My arms stretch with the effort. My tongue tip barely touches the spread lips of her sex. Instinctively I search out the source of her flow. and her clit above. Licking to please. She says to stop. She cannot go if she is being turned on.

I can feel your breath in my ear, your fist in my hair, your fingers on my cock and balls, your eyes watching the experience on my face.

"Hold perfectly still no matter what." I cannot reply, my mouth open wide tongue extended in such a nasty way. I hold still in your grip quivering .

We can all feel the intensity of her trying to relax against my tongue tip. My hot breath washing waves across her naked open sex.

As the anticipation grows, you begin to hurt me. Knowing I am at the peak of my arousal you begin to take what you ultimately need. Aroused as I am I can take alot. You are impressed and pleased. Watching my struggle to maintain composure. 

Tears flowing down my cheeks. Trying to hold still and make you proud and you twist and torture my flesh. If I move I lose my gift. You know how desperately I want it. I will give you anything in this moment and you take it unflinchingly.

Fearlessly.

I can sense your flight, your pleasure, your pride in me before this woman.

and the gift is mine.

Her flow begins washing hotly across my tongue tip. In that small tiny place of contact worlds of sensation come to a climax.

It splashes, overwhelming me. Across my tongue, into my mouth, across my face, washing away my tears. 

Your hand finds my cock with caresses then in that moment. It takes nothing to bring me to climax.

I come, bucking and writhing at the ends of the chains. Holding my face against her, licking again to share my pleasure and gratitude.

I pass out.

When I come to, she is gone and you are standing before me. Splashing me with the water massager. "Don't go too far my pet. It is my turn now and I want you to swallow."

My cock rises again desperately and my eyes shine with the desire to please. On my knees I lean forward again to give you whatever you wish.

Whatever you wish Mistress.

anything.



Pain Loving Cum Slut



This story was told to me by one of the most inspiring fans that I have. She loves cum and she loves pain. Read it in the first person. The slut is she and the “you” in the story is me…. I wrote it down and I knew that it was hot enough to share with you fuckers...

*****

Your cock is soft and wet. Sweat covers every inch of your body as you lay back and catch your breath. You open your eyes and look down to the other end of the bed. I am there, naked, soaked with sweat. Frothy white cunt juice covers my legs and cunt. I am sitting in a pool of my own piss and cum, desperately scraping your cum off my face and into my mouth. You can't believe what a nasty fucking cumslut I am, the crazed look in my eyes as I try to find more of your cum to suck down. Too soon, there is no more for me to eat. Panic starts to set in inside me as I realize that there is no more. The sick fuckpig inside me that drives me on an on still needs more. 

You've been fucking me like an animal for hours. You've pounded my mouth, pussy and ass with your huge, hard cock until you thought they would break, but somehow I still need more.

I start to crawl up your leg, heading straight for your cock again, begging you for more, telling you that I'll do anything for just a little more. You're exhausted though, you need just a little rest before you can think about wrecking my slutty holes again. But I'm too needy a fuckpig to give up. I need more. I need the abuse, the stretching, the fucking, the agony and ecstasy of fucking you. I need it like a junkie needs a fix.

I beg you more and more, grabbing at you, trying to get your tired cock to come back to life. I try everything I can think of. I talk dirty to you, I tell you what a sick fucking slut I am for you. I tell you that I'm nothing better than a pain craving slut that needs you to split her asshole open with your cock while you spit in her face and debase me beyond all limits. I beg you to get up and tear me apart one more time, to rip me open with your beautiful cock and gush your hot piss and come into my mouth again. But you can't. You've cum in me and on me so many times in the past hours that there's just nothing left in you. But I'm too much of a crazed fuckslut to now when to give up.

Finally, my frustration gets the better of me, and I start to tease you for not being able to get it up. I tell you what a worthless excuse for a man you are. That you're just a limp-dicked cunt for not being able to get it up and wreck my slutty holes one more time. 

You tell me to shut up, but I won't. I know that if I can't entice you to fuck me until I can't go on, perhaps I can get you angry enough to do it out of spite. And you want to, you want to see me destroyed totally, now more than ever, but you just need a little rest first, you are on empty. I don't stop egging you on, though. Finally, you lose patience and slap me hard in the face and tell me to just stop. I almost come when you slap me and keep on harassing you hoping for another. It comes, but you give up on a third slap in my face when you notice how hot they're making me. I won't leave you alone though, and soon you've had enough of my catting. You get up and put your clothes on, shoving me away as I repeatedly try to grab you and make you stay and fuck me more. Once you're dressed, you slap my face and grab my hair, forcing me down to my knees. You look me in the eyes and spit in my face. 

"You're just an insatiable fucking cunt, aren't you?"

You ask me, and I tell you again how bad I need it. You slap my face again, and tell me that I'm going to fucking get it. That not even a sick fucking slut like me will be able to take what I'm about to get. My cunt creams a fresh stream of juice just imagining what you have in mind.

You tighten your fist in my hair and drag me to the door. I'm still naked, and covered in slimy filth. You don't care. You drag me out of the house and throw me in the trunk of your car. We drive for a few minutes before the car stops and you open the trunk again to pull me out. I can tell right away we're in a bad neighborhood, in front of a really tough looking bar.

Motorcycles are parked up on both sides of the street as far as I can see in either direction. You grab my hair again, and pull me out of the trunk. A voice in my head is screaming about how fucking insane this is, but the nasty fuckslut has me totally in its control. I feel my cunt tighten just imagining what's about to happen to me.

You drag me into the bar and throw me across the pool table nearest the door. The two giant bikers that were playing don't look too pleased until they realize that there's a naked slut in front of them, rubbing her dripping cunt and trying to find the words to beg them to fuck her. You announce to the bar that I'm nothing but a sick, nasty fuckslut that likes it rough and hard in every hole. You make me tell them what a nasty fucking whore I am. Then you make me tell them that I'm a painslut and I really get off when I'm getting stretched and ripped open. I beg them to do anything they can, that I need to get off so bad right now. You even offer $50 to the guy that can make me screams the loudest. Pleasure or pain you say. Then you laugh and tell them that a sick fucking painslut like me doesn't know the difference between the two. The room full of bikers is completely still for a moment, then suddenly erupts in a surge towards me. 

I'm grabbed by my cunt and hair and dropped on the floor on me knees. The bikers like up in front of me. The first one undoing his belt and pulling out a monstrous cock. I leap on it immediately and start sucking on it, gagging myself while trying to take it all down. You tell the guy not to be gentle with me and to just grab my hair and fuck my face like a cunt. The way I like it. He does, just like you said, and I really start to choke on him as he pounds my mouth with his giant rod. You're not satisfied though, and grab the back of my head and violently thrust it down on his cock, ramming it all the way down my gagging throat over and over again. You do this for ten, fifteen, I don't know how many of these bikers. 

You convince them not to cum yet, That they should get a crack at one of my other slut holes before they blow off. Just about every guy in the packed bar takes a turn wrecking my throat while you ram my face down onto them. You're loving watching me gag and cough on these huge long cocks as my eyes roll back in my head and my cunt leaks a never-ending stream of juice into the floor between my knees.

Finally, every guy in the bar has had his cock down my throat, and they are all standing around with their huge, hard cocks dripping in my spit and puke. They are impatient, wanting to fuck my slutty cunt of a body like rabid animals. 

You pull me to my feet, spit in my face and then roughly push me down, bending me over the pool table. The first guy steps up and asks if I actually take it in the ass. 

You laugh, noting that it doesn't really matter. I manage to cough out a desperate cry for the big rough thug to fuck my asshole, and the bar erupts with laughter. 

The biker just shrugs and grabs me by the hips, not wasting a moment before jamming his cock up my ass, every inch with one hard, brutal thrust. I cry out, but you know from abusing my ass some many times that I'm crying in orgasm, not anything else.

You laugh to yourself and ask how many guys want to fuck my ass. Just about the entire room raises their hand. You laugh again, knowing just how brutal this is going to be for me. You know how much of an abuse loving pig cunt I am though, and mention that the guys should all fuck me ass and ignore my cunt. That's how you use a real fuckpig slut. They all laugh and agree. 

Every one of these dirty, rough bikers is going to fuck my ass. And you've offered $50 to the one that can wreck me worse than any of the others. As I'm getting my asshole torn apart by this huge-cocked gorilla, you get up on the pool table and grab my ass cheeks. You pull them apart as far as you can, and start to slam my ass back on that cock just like you did my face. 

The biker next in line to fuck me comes over and hands you a bandana, and smiles at you. You take my arms and bend them behind my back, tying them together there. The guy wrecking my asshole reaches up and grabs my bound arms, finally having a firm handle with which to fuck me as hard as he can. You let go and walk over to the bar to have a drink and watch me, the dirtiest, nastiest, craziest fucking slut hole in the entire world, get violently fucked over and over again by a bar room full of huge cocked bikers.

The bartender smiles at you as you sit, and offers you all you can drink if he can have a shot at my slutty fucking ass. You order a beer and tell him he can even call his friends if he wants anyone that wants to can abuse this sick slut. First though, you have an idea. You ask for a beer pitcher and the bartender happily gives it to you. You come back over to the pool table and hold up the beer pitcher. You announce that if all the guys cum in the pitcher, then when they're all done abusing me, the slut will drink down every drop. The guys cheer and agree. You go back to the bar and sit down, chatting it up with the guys still waiting, and enjoying all the free beer you can handle. You watch as man after man has his chance to abuse me, to wreck my asshole with his cock as hard as he possibly can, every one of them rutting me like an animal in hopes to win the $50 prize. Some start slapping my ass while they fuck it, and other catch on to the idea. Soon every guy who takes his turn up my swollen asshole adds to it by slapping my face or my ass, whipping me with their belts or twisting my nipples until thy start to tear. Through it all though, you can see my slutty cunt gushing out juice as I cum, as hard as you've ever seen me, again and again. Overtop of all of it you can hear me screaming and moaning, begging more and more, pleading the pack of dirty fuckers to wreck my ass harder, to hurt me even more. 

You just smile and watch them try as you drink your beer. Several hours later, the crowd is thinning out. Every man in the bar had fucked my ass for all they're worth, came in the pitcher, then had my clean their cock off with my hot, slutty mouth. During the brief times when there's not a cock ramming up my ass, you can see how wrecked my hole is.

It's hanging open, swollen and red. Even when you've fisted it, you've never seen it so destroyed. And on my face is a sick smile, twisted occasionally in excruciating agony, then the next moment the pure bliss of orgasm. You run out to check on your car for a moment, and when you come back there's a guy up on the pool table with me. His cock is buried in my ass, and he's holding me up in a sort of sitting position, my arms still tied back and by cunt, ass and tits all sticking right out for more abuse.

The first guy who fucked me is back and hard again. He slaps my cunt hard, and then laughs as he watches me cum again, and my pussy squirt all over his hand. He takes his cock in his fist and jams it up my ass again, along with the equally huge cock already fucking me there. You hear me cry out fresh, just like I did for the very first cock up my ass that night. You settle back at the bar and watch as every guy who wanted a second shot at my ass takes it, only this time they go two at a time. I'm screaming and thrashing around as they double fuck my already destroyed asshole, loving every sick fucking second of it. It goes on for more hours, two at a time up my ripped up ass. They're fucking me every bit as hard as before and whipping my red, raw nipples with their wide leather belts as they do it. Finally, after many hours of pure hardcore sodomy of the most violent kind, every man is drained. Next to me on the floor is a beer pitcher filled to the rim with what must be thousand of shots of cum. 

One guy stands up and says that he wants to see the skank drink the cum. The crowd cheers, but you raise your hand and calm them down. You take a look at me, completely fucked out and barely conscious. You've never seen any girl look as completely slutty and nasty as I do right there. 

Nearly fucked to death up her pain-loving whore-cunt ass hole. Your mind races back to the shit I gave you just hours ago and smile an evil smile. Wait!" You yell out to the crowd. "We still have to settle the matter of who gets these $50!"

The bar erupts again in arguments about who thinks they fucked me up the worst. You decide that to settle it, everyone gets one chance to abuse me and make me scream. I feel my cunt tighten again just imagining what they're going to do to me, the limitless slut that controls me having hours ago replaced any trace there might have ever been of the normal me.

They all take their turn. Some grab my nipples and pull until I'm lifted up off the ground, crying out as they slowly tear off of my body. Others whip me with their thick leather belts. My ass, my tits, even my messy slut cunt get lashed and beaten. Some ram their huge rough fists up my already destroyed asshole, stretching it out even further, tearing it up past anything even I have ever imagined. The bikers torture me over and over again, biting my clit, ramming pool cues up my ass three or four at a time. I'm screaming and crying, but every time I’m asked if I want them to stop, all I can say is "Please! NO! Don't fucking stop!" 

All the bikers give me the sickest and most painful tortures they can imagine, until only two are left. You can tell these guys are the sick one of the bunch just by looking at them. I lay there on the pool table, my legs bent back by whoever is nearby at the time, exposing my asshole, cunt and tits to everyone. The next to last biker walks over to me and pinches both my nipples between his long fingernails, then my clit the same way. I scream again, but no more than before. He then reaches into his pocket and pulls out three safety pins. My brain cries out, but can't distinguish between need and terror anymore. 

Taking my left breast in his hand, he squeezes the bruised flesh hard, making my rock hard nipple stand out that much more. Slowly and deliberately he opens the first safety pin and pushes it straight through my nipple. My eyes shoot open and I scream out louder than I ever have before. He just slaps my face and grabs my other breast, repeating his sadistic piercing. Tears roll from my eyes and cum runs from my cunt in perfect unison. He then smiles me a crazed smile and reaches down and grabs my cunt. Pulling my lips apart until the flesh is pulled tight, he has the guy holding my legs back also hold my juice covered piss flaps apart and pull. Smiling, he opens the last safety pin and takes out his lighter. He holds the flame to the point of the pin, watching it smoke as it gets white hot. 

Leaning over, he tells me that if I tell him that he wins, he doesn't have to do it. I know I should, but I can't tell him to stop. Some part of me, deep down inside the sickest parts of me needs it. Needs to feel it. Needs to know the feeling of complete and utter destruction.

He swears at my stubbornness, then slaps me and tells me how stupid I must be. Then he follows through on his threat and jabs that red-hot pin right into my swollen clit. He works it around as he pushes it through, making me feel every last atom of it. The bikers holding my legs back, even though they're so much bigger than me, have a hard time holding me down. Finally the pin in through, and you can actually see my nasty cunt spasming from coming so hard. The sadistic biker whispers in my ears again, telling me to say he wins.

Telling me that he'll stop if I just give in. Again, I can't do it. I'm too far gone to want anything other then the most extreme abuse anymore. He is frustrated now, crazy with anger. He's determined to make me give in to him. 

"Fine." He says, standing up. "Have it your way."

Just like that he grabs the pins in my nipples and pulls, ripping them straight through, tearing me as they come away. 

I cry out, even louder than when they went in. A silence fills the room as he grabs the pin pierced through my clit and twists it. The whole room cries out with me as he pulls that pin out as well, tearing apart the absolutely most tender part of me. I twist free of the men holding me down and curl up into a ball, but pussy shooting cum across the table as I have the most insane orgasm of my life. 

The sadist isn't done yet though. He grabs a drink from one of the tables, vodka or gin or something and pours it on my ripped flesh, my nipples as well as my clit. The liquor stings in the fresh wounds and shoots right through my body. He is absolutely insane with rage now, not knowing what it will take to break me, but I can't break, those parts of me have been consumed with my slutty need for total destruction.

"Fuck you then." He spits, and throws his lit lighter down on me, igniting the alcohol still stinging my freshly torn flesh. The flame is sudden and gone just as fast, but the intense heat sears into me, and I go off again, flooding the table with fresh cum.

The other bikers have seen enough of this guy, and gently escort him out after beating him to a pulp for nearly burning the bar down. The guys who kick him out come back in and ask if the night is through. You look down at me and see that I'm still conscious in there, somewhere behind the glaze of so many bone shaking orgasms. You know I'd never forgive you if I made them stop, not when you are so close to taking literally everything that could possibly do to you.

You tell him no, that the slut still has to drink the cum like I promised. Just as you start to go and get the pitcher so you can pour all that spunk down my throat like the sperm-drinking cumslut you know I am, one guy steps up. 

"I never got a chance to make the fuckpig scream." He says. You know it wouldn't be fair to give everyone else a turn and not him and tell him to go for it. 

He rushes outside then runs back in with a traffic cone, one of the short thick ones they use to cordon off the parked bikes. Before you know what's gong on, the last guy has the point of the traffic cone against the wrecked ring of my slutty asshole. He gets a few inches in, spreading me even wider than before. Trying to get a better angle, he picks me up and bends me over the edge of the pool table, just like how I was when the night began. He starts to push again, but my legs can no longer hold me, and I crumble to the floor on my back. He tries to push more of the cone up my ass in that position, but can't stretch my slut hole any further. 

Giving up, he stands and takes a step back. Turning, he rears back and kicks the cone as hard as he can, ramming almost all of it up my anal fuck hole almost all the way. That does it. You are certain you heard my ass ring literally tear apart from the violent penetration ripping me open. I cry out with a scream that cements your $50 for this guy. And, almost instantly, you see my cunt explode in the most furious orgasm ever. Cum and piss gushes out of me in all directions, 

You rush over and push my legs back, and everyone laughs as I cum and piss all over my own face. The spray brings me around a little and I open my mouth to drink my nasty piss I cover myself in it.

Every one in the bar has a good laugh watching this nasty cunt hole of a slut piss in her own mouth and try to drink it. With my last ounce of strength, I manage to ask for the pitcher of cum. After all these hours of violent, hardcore sex, everyone is pretty beat, but the bar erupts in excitement again at the thought of getting to watch a nasty cumslut like me drink a gallon of cum. 

You grab the pitcher and step forward, about to hand it to me when you have an even better idea. You push my legs back again and make sure the cone is still buried deep up my torn ass hole. Smiling at me, you pour the pitcher full of cum into the cone, nearly filling it. Slowly you pull the cone from my wrecked sluthole, letting every drop of that nasty sperm run out the hole at the end and into my filthy rectal tunnel. Once I'm full up and the cone is completely out of me, you place the pitcher on the floor, and with the help of one of the bikers, pick me up. You tip me down, pointing my seeping ass hole at the container. Cum mixed with the filth from deep up in me rushes out of, and fills the pitcher again, this time with an even nastier concoction. 




Pain Loving Cum Slut



I smile just looking at it, and reach out for the pitcher with weak arms. You hold the glass to my lips for me and start to slowly pour, giving me mouthful after mouthful of disgusting cum and ass juice. I swallow and swallow, finally getting my fill of what I've wanted so bad for so long. I let it all run down my slutty throat, never missing a drop. With my fingers I scrape out the inside of the pitcher until it's squeaky clean, swallowing every drop. 

When it's finally clean, I look around the room and see the looks on all these men faces, completely disgusted and turned on at the same time. The total degradation of the whole night sinks in, and I reach down and touch my split apart clit just once, and I cum all over again, my body twitching as I lose all control and my cunt sprays cum and piss all over me again. This time, it's too much though, and I pass out. 

You thank all the guys and wrap me up in a blanket. You throw me in the car and take me back to your place, where this all started. You pull into the garage and close the door before you get me out of the car. There is no doubt that I'm the nastiest slut cunt in the world now. I'm covered head to toe in pussy juice and piss, my asshole is torn open and hanging loose enough to put your fist in without touching the sides. In contrast, my cunt is swollen completely shut from the repeated whippings, but not ever a finger entered it the whole night. My lips are puffy, my nipples are bruised and split. 

In my stomach is a gallon of cum and ass juice from a bar full of bikers. And I came over and over again from all of it. I am the filthiest, nastiest, sickest slut ever, period.

You get me out of the car and realize that I'm dead weight, and not very easy to carry. You go into the house to try and find something to help you, and when you come back, I'm awake, kneeling on shaky knees, my hand between my legs. You look at me in complete disbelief. I smile up at you weakly.

"Pussy." I mumble. "You never fucked me."

You know you should just ignore it and get me cleaned up, but something in you snaps. You rush over and grab me by the hair, slapping my face. You spit in my face and call me every cruel, demeaning name you can think of, but I just sort of giggle. Finally, you've had enough and whip your cock out. It's still soft and sore from fucking me all day, but you can still give me something. You slap it across my slutty face and then grab my hair tighter and start to piss right in my face.

I let out a happy yelp and open my mouth, drinking you deep. You piss in my mouth, my hair, in my eyes, everywhere. Seeing me there, eagerly taking your piss like a total whore, your cock just inches from my face, you feel it come alive in your hand. By the time you're done pissing on me, it's hard as a rock. I see it though tear and piss stained eyes and try to get it in my mouth. You jam it into my face, slamming it down my throat as hard as you can. You gag fuck me with everything 

You've got until you suddenly remember that my cunt was never fucked by those bikers. You throw me down on my back and rip my legs as far apart as you can. I'm too weak to do much, other than beg you to fuck my cunt as hard as you possibly can. 

My cunt is a river of girl cum, and you rub your cock through it trying to find my only untouched fuck hole. All the slapping and whipping has made it so swollen it's closed up tight, but I beg you to take it anyway. To rip it open and tear it apart with your cock.

You find the clenched hole and push, pulling me up onto you, finally tearing through, and filling me. I'm so swollen that my cunt feels tighter than anything you've ever felt. Tighten than any ass you've every fucked, tighter even than any throat you've ever choke-fucked. It's so wet though, so much girl cum all over your cock. You fuck me so hard, hammering into me violently, loving how my destroyed ass hole feels when your balls smack against them. 

The whole time your face is right up close to mine. You're spitting on me and telling me just how fucking sick and nasty I am for actually getting off on what those bikers did to me. I'm writhing under you, finally knowing what it feels like to be completely and totally fucked.

You can tell I don't have anything left in me and mercifully decide to make this quick. You reach under us and find my ass hole with your fingers. It's totally destroyed, ripped apart. You push your entire hand inside at once, and I barely notice. You push your fingers trough the wall of my ass against your cock in my cunt, and actually manage to half-grab it. While you fuck my swollen cunt, you jerk yourself off with your hand up my ass. 

As soon as I realize what you're doing, I lose it. One last time and with all the strength I have left, my cunt spasms around you, squeezing you so tight that you can't stand it anymore. You rip your cock from my grabbing slut hole and move up my body. Putting your cock against my lips you start to cum. Almost unconscious, I suck at it, managing to drink down every last drop of your cum as I drift off into sleep. 



Pain Management



 (c) 2012 by Cactus Juggler

*

Monday morning staff meetings were seldom entertaining but I had a bone to pick, so I was pretty energetic that day.

"Look, we can't have some nurse doing this on the side. With all the money we poured into starting up the pain management center, with the new building, the advertising, everything, we're going to let a nurse do her own little amateur hypnosis thing?" I said.

Dr. Collins was offended, I could tell. Not that I cared, I didn't think too much of his unit. The series of general practitioner office groups he ran that were scattered throughout the county, he wouldn't have even been a political player at the hospital, but he was also a long time friend and golf-buddy of the chief, so I had to take some care.

Being one of the few female senior medical staff members had its disadvantages sometimes. For one, I'd be damned if I was ever going to pretend to like golf just to ingratiate myself with the old boys club.

"Dr. Sullivan, Nurse Kemp has done some amazing things. We've had patients with back pain that was fixed by multiple surgeries stop using prescription pain-killers after working with her," he said to me.

"Right, I'm sure. Actual medicine versus some twenty-something nurse telling you you're getting very sleepy now. I saw her with a girl so young that she could have been a teenager on Friday, and the girl's chart said she was suffering from fibromyalgia. At least that's fake pain, so some fake medicine is probably the right answer," I rolled my eyes, and I could see that most of the doctors in the room were behind me on that one.

It was the general consensus that certain problems were not really medical in nature. fibromyalgia sufferers, or anyone who claimed to be allergic to more than one thing were pretty much automatically classified as psych cases by most of us.

"Come now, Nancy, don't you list hypnosis as one of your precious pain management clinic's available options?"

"Sure, but we don't recommend it, and we bring in an outside therapist who is a certified expert when we someone ask for it."

I would have pushed the argument farther, but the chief gave me a look and changed the subject, so I dropped it for the time being and just enjoyed the nasty looks Collins tossed at me through the rest of the meeting.

**********

I stopped in to the cafeteria on the first floor to grab some lunch to take back to my office. I passed by a table with two young women and I got a few paces past the table before I realized that it was the famous nurse Leanna Kemp, with a familiar looking younger woman.

When I turned around, I recognized the girl, who was maybe twenty. The woman seemed engrossed with whatever the nurse had to say, leaning just a bit too close to her. Kemp looked all of a half-dozen years older, and both of them pretty, young women. Prettier and younger than myself, to be honest, which didn't help my reaction.

"Nurse Kemp?"

She smiled and got up to take my offered hand.

"Doctor Sullivan," I told her. "I run the pain management clinic? I understand you also run a pain-management practice of some type."

She looked a bit flustered by my approach, it was obvious she was already hip to the fact that we weren't likely to become friends any time soon.

"I, well, I do some hypnosis . . ."

"Isn't it true that multiple studies have found hypnosis no more effective than placebo when used for pain management though?"

"I-I don't know. I've helped some people," she began to explain.

"What sort of training have you had?"

"Training?"

"I mean, what are your medical credentials to be performing this non-effective therapy in a clinical setting?"

She was noticeably embarrassed, her cheeks looked pinker than they had when I'd walked up. I let the question hang in the air for only a moment before continuing.

"You know, take me for example. I went to one of the finest medical schools in the country, I've worked in some of the finest hospitals in the country, and of course I'm also board-certified in several specialties. I'm sure before you started waving pocket-watches in front of patients you had some training, right?"

Both she and her companion were upset; this pleased me enough that I smiled at her before I strode away, without looking back.

**********

Working late in my office, after the clinic had closed, I was surprised to see young nurse Kemp in my doorway. She wasn't in scrubs, and she looked even prettier in street clothes.

"Can I help you?"

"Doctor Sullivan, I'm here to ask you to stop talking about me. I understand you've been telling people that I'm some sort of danger to the hospital."

"Don't you think you are? Are you bright enough to understand the sort of liability this place is exposed to by your little amateur hour voodoo medicine practice?"

"It's not voodoo medicine. I've helped a lot of people."

She kept her eyes on mine, she looked much more composed than she had in the cafeteria. I was preparing to shred her some more for the fun of it, when she made the most ridiculous suggestion.

"I came here to make a wager with you. Let me show you that what I do isn't bullshit. Give me a chance to hypnotize you, and if I can't, I'll stop doing hypnosis here."

It was so absurd that I wasn't sure where to start. She had to be crazy if she thought I'd let her try to hypnotize me. Crazier still if she thought she could succeed.

"Are you kidding me? I have an IQ over one-forty, and I not only meditate but I do tai-chi and yoga as well; I probably have the strongest mind in the whole hospital. You could try for ten hours and you couldn't hypnotize me, it's a waste of time."

"All the same, I'm willing to give it a shot, and I'll stand by my side of the wager. If you'll sit for ten minutes, relaxing in a chair while looking into my eyes, and I can't prove the power of hypnosis to you, I'll give it up at the hospital entirely. That is, unless you think your strong mind can be dominated by a lowly nurse, then I'd understand if you were too chicken to give it a shot."

Smirking, I stood up. As if she could dominate me at anything. Ten minutes of babble was a small price to pay to put her in her place.

"Where would you like me to sit?"

A minute later we were sitting facing each other in the two chairs for visitors in front of my desk.

"It's six-oh-five now, you have until six-fifteen. What would you like me to do?"

"Nothing really. Just relax and listen to my voice. Please look into my eyes, just focus on them while we talk. I want you to keep your focus on my eyes and just relax to the sound of my voice," she said.

I had to stifle a laugh. The whole idea of sitting through this for ten minutes was ridiculous, but it would be the easiest way to get rid of her all around.

At least the nurse did have a gentle, soothing voice. Soon the girl would be telling me to feel my eyes getting heavy, I hoped I could keep myself from laughing when she did.

"I want you to think about meditation, or yoga. There is a point when you're meditating that you become so calm, your mind so still, that you experience the total freedom of letting go. Think about that point, that enlightened feeling of peaceful stillness when you actually transcend your body, losing all awareness of it."

Give her credit, she did actually seem to know something about meditation. Her voice was like the gentle murmur of a slow moving creek, it really was quite soothing.

"As you look into my eyes I want you to remember how that felt, how your mind was so focused on one thing that you were able to lose focus of everything and just let go. Feel that feeling now as you concentrate on my blue eyes."

With a voice as pleasant as hers, she should consider getting into radio or something. Could ten minutes feel like ten hours? Time seemed to slow down as I listened to the calm, steady flow of her words. Well, at least I did feel more relaxed than I had before she'd arrived.

"I've been told my eyes are like the color of the water around a warm, far away island. Just relax and remember that feeling of perfect calm as you look into the calm blue pools of my eyes. Focus on my pretty blue eyes and let yourself sink into them as you remember that feeling of focusing until the world melts away."

She continued to prattle on about letting go of my body, then of my thoughts, and at some point I just stopped hearing what she was saying.

**********

I blinked and found myself looking at the nurse again. She was smiling and her perky happiness put me immediately on edge. I glanced up at the clock to see if the ten minutes was up, so that I could end the whole silly waste of time.

It was seven-ten. Light was fading at the window, and the office was silent. I opened my mouth to speak, but as the reality of the situation set in I was too confused to know where to start.

My face grew hot with embarrassment as I thought about the missing hour. Then I noticed that my wrists were tied to the arms of the chair with thick rope. More rope wrapped around my ankles, tying them to the legs of the chair.

"What . . . why am I tied up?" I said.

Leanna smiled a little wider. "Oh dear. I think you've been hypnotized--by a nurse."

"Untie these ropes."

"Not just yet. I'm not sure yet that you respect the power of hypnosis. I don't want to leave this office until I'm sure you'll understand just how powerful the link between mind and body can be. Besides, you were a total bitch to me earlier, and I think you deserve just a little bit of your own medicine. I think it would help your attitude if you were made to feel humiliated and helpless by a co-worker."

Miss poor little nurse had her feelings hurt by being talked down to? Not my problem. Whatever this woman thought she was doing, she was going to accomplish nothing but getting herself fired.

"If you don't let me go, how do I put this bluntly. I will destroy you."

"I don't think so, this is too much fun. I have to admit, it turns me on a little to see big bad doctor Nancy Sullivan put in her place. Hypnotizing other women always gets me hot, but this is even more delicious because you've been so obnoxious. If you're so much better than me, why are you the one tied to her chair?"

Then the curvy younger woman reached up under her skirt, and wiggled herself out of her panties, and for the first time I felt something I wasn't accustomed to: fear.

"I don't know what you think you're playing at. Do you have any idea of what kind of trouble you're in?" I said as the nurse produced her white cotton panties from under her skirt and stepped closer to me.

"I'm willing to wager," Leanna said, stepping behind me with the panties in hand, "that you won't tell anyone about this for two reasons. First, you'd have to admit you were wrong about hypnosis, how else could you explain getting into this position?"

Trying to look back over my shoulder, I began to struggle as the woman stretched the panties out between her hands and then down over my face. I twisted and tilted, but the ropes kept me trapped and she soon had the panties positioned so the patch of cloth was stretched over my nose and mouth.

"And second, I can't believe you'd admit to anyone that a lowly nurse made you sniff her panties."

I took my first breath through the panties covering her nose and nearly gagged at the strong scent. It wasn't that it smelled bad, it was that it smelled so recognizably female. There was no denying that the underwear that had just been on this woman's body were right there in my face.

My face warmed as the humiliating helplessness of my degrading position sunk in. I was trapped there, unable to do anything but sniff her dirty panties until she returned because she was right--I couldn't possibly let anyone else see what she'd done to me.

"You are going to be fired regardless of what you do, but if you'd like to avoid facing criminal charges as well, I'll give you one minute to untie me," I said.

Leanna laughed and waved a finger disapprovingly at her. "Be nice now, or I might not come back and untie you before someone finds you like this. Just think, you're not just getting to experience hypnosis today, but also a bit of aromatherapy as well," she said, with a superior giggle.

"You little bitch, untie me this instant!"

The nurse made a tsk-tsk sound before turning and closing the door behind her as she left the office. I was apoplectic, my rage-fueled struggles were useless against the solid strength of the ropes holding me, though.

Every breath I took filled me with the distracting reminder of my shameful weakness. Somehow that little bitch had gotten the better of me, and now there was nothing I could do but sit there and stew, my nose filled with the scent of her worn underwear.

I thought about yelling, but the idea of having anyone find me there like that was more horrifying than the alternative: sitting there and waiting for her to return.

The minutes stretched on and on, and to my distress I felt a stirring in my center. The blood was pumping down south--I was getting turned on. I don't know if it was the helplessness, or the humiliation of the situation, or what. I knew it couldn't be the nasty smell of another woman's body that had my pussy getting wetter by the minute, though.

I was ashamed by the sensation regardless of the reason though. I tried to ignore it, and after a while sitting there alone in my dark office, I drifted off to sleep.

At some point that night, I awoke to find myself even more turned on than ever. It was frustrating to be so horny, but to have no way to touch myself. I mean, when I woke up, I was at the edge of climax already. Realizing that I was tied up with nurse Kemp's panties on my head somehow just made it hotter.

Disgusted and ashamed even as I did it, I clenched my thighs together and wiggled in the chair, chasing the heat. Somehow I managed enough pressure to work myself over that edge, into a mind-melting orgasm of ridiculous strength.

After the pleasure faded, the humiliation was all that was left, and thankfully I soon fell asleep again.

**********

I awoke to the sound of someone outside my office door. I was still sitting in my chair, and the door was opening. It was Jenny, my assistant.

It was beyond embarrassing to have her find me like this, but at least this was a manageable situation. Jenny feared me enough that I'd be able to intimidate her into keeping anyone else from finding out.

She stepped inside and was obviously surprised to see me there at all. Then her eyes took in the full scene and a look of confusion came over her.

"Dr. Sullivan? Uh, what are you doing? What is that mask for? And why do you have strings tied around your hands and feet?" she asked.

Mask? Strings? I looked down and realized that where ropes had secured me before, now there was just a single short piece of white string tied in a bow around each of my limbs. The bows were large and loose--I reached the ends and untied my hands in a moment as I tried to process what I saw.

When I reached up to my face and felt for the panties, I found instead a standard surgical mask covering her nose and mouth. The realization that there had never been any rope or panties, that I'd sat there all night for nothing because the nurse had played a trick on my mind, that realization somehow felt more humiliating than when I'd thought I was getting turned on from sniffing the woman's underwear.

The way she'd been able to mess with my head filled me with shame. How could I be so weak that she could have warped my perception of reality to the point that I thought strings were ropes? They'd felt so heavy, so unyielding when I'd pulled at them. Worse still, I'd imagined the smell of another woman's dirty panties, and came while sitting there like that. It was humbling to realize just how powerfully she'd manipulated my thoughts.

"Dr. Sullivan?"

Remembering Jenny, I tried to appear in control as I addressed the girl.

"Sorry, sweetie. I was so deep in my meditation that it took me a moment to get back here. This is a technique I learned in China, the ceremony helps focus and clear the mind."

It was obvious that Jenny didn't understand why her boss needed strings or a mask to clear her mind, but she didn't seem to discount the explanation either, as she started into asking for clarification about a task she'd been assigned the day before.

Once Jenny left, I lay back in my chair, the big leather one behind my desk, and sighed. I needed to go shower and get dressed, it was lucky I had a change of clothes there in the office. Then, when I was settled, I could figure out what to do about nurse Kemp.

**********

I wasn't able to come to a decision that day. She was right, I was too ashamed of what she'd done to even consider telling anyone. It would be simple enough to just continue my existing campaign to get rid of her, but she deserved far worse for the vile, degrading display she'd inflicted on me.

A back ache, no doubt from sitting in the same position for too long the night before, kept me from really being able to concentrate. When a light headache piled on in the afternoon, I decided to deal with the nurse the next day.

That night I slept only fitfully, my various aches keeping me from really resting. When I awoke in the early hours of the morning, remembering a dream of being tied up and forced to sniff a lowly nurse's panties, I was disgusted. I was also aroused though, and my fingers were in my panties before I realized what I was doing.

I stopped myself and managed to fall back asleep, but ninety minutes later I woke up to find myself hot and bothered again, and though I couldn't remember I was horrified by the idea that I'd dreamt of her again.

She hadn't just assaulted me, she'd scarred me with her abuse.

**********

The next day found my backache had somehow spread to my knees and shoulders. I hurt everywhere, albeit not so badly that I was worried. I still chalked it up to my night in the uncomfortable chair.

I didn't manage to find the time to plan for Leanna Kemp's fate that day either, but once again I was surprised to find her at my office door in the early evening. She made no effort to apologize, in fact she seemed quite pleased with herself.

"You have to admit to the power of hypnosis now; none of that was real, but it all felt real to you. You felt the ropes yourself, remember?"

"Are you insane? Do you really not think that you're in trouble? I can't believe you have the nerve to even face me after what you did," I told her.

"I was wondering, actually, if you'd like to try another bet. Sort of, double or nothing."

"Double or nothing?"

"That's right. To show you just how powerful hypnosis is, I'm willing to put what I'm doing on the line again. I'll put you in a similar situation as last night, so you're restrained, but not really, but this time you'll know I'm going to do it."

On hearing 'similar situation', I felt dueling rushes of heat and shame. I was both aroused and humiliated by just the young nurse's mention of my previous "situation". It was crazy though, there would be no way strings would hold me if Kemp tried her little parlor trick again.

"If you can get free, I'll give up doing hypnosis at the hospital, per our original bet. If you can't, you'll quit using your current hypnotist for-hire and add me to your staff, complete with my own office to do sessions in. I'll do what I'm doing now, but instead of having to go to patient's rooms, I'll have a quiet place to work. And I'll be working for you. What do you say?"

It was mad, but the heat below my belt was too tantalizing to resist at least enjoying the idea for a moment longer.

"Alright. What do you need me to do?"

Leanna stepped closer, leaning in over the desk with a smile. "Nothing at all, really. Just fall into my eyes and sleep now," she said, and I felt myself pulled forward into those calm blue pools, inexorably but pleasantly drawn into their soothing depths.




Pain Management



**********

My eyes opened and again I looked to the clock. Another forty-five minutes had disappeared, and before I even tried to move my hands, I already felt the heat rising to my face. It was a humbling experience to have this young woman take such easy control of me--again.

Strong chains bound my wrists to the arms of my own chair this time. More chains connected my legs and crossed behind the post under my seat, securing my legs. I tested them and found them unyielding. The nurse was trying to trick me this time, these were real chains, heavy and clanking. She must have put them on me while I was under, and now she thought I'd be fooled into thinking they didn't exist at all.

Leanna giggled as I pulled at the chains again. I looked up at her and was disturbed to see the younger woman smirking as her hand toyed with the front of her skirt. My shame mounted as I felt myself getting more turned on as I stared at her. Surely the nurse couldn't mean to repeat that part as well and think that it could win her a staff position at my clinic?

"What are you doing?"

She lifted her skirt, exposing a tiny white cotton triangle of bikini panties. Nurse Kemp ignored my question and used her other hand to massage her crotch with an open sigh of pleasure.

"I have to admit, it's kind of sexu to see a powerful woman like you reduced to being chained and helpless in front of me," she said, before letting her skirt drop back down.

Her hands went to her hips under the skirt, and I watched, mesmerized, as she slipped her panties down over her thighs.

"Not your underwear, please," I said.

Somehow, my plea sounded like a request, and my shame and arousal both grew stronger.

"Yes, my underwear. I've had them on all day, and now you get to have them on all night."

This time I didn't struggle as the beautiful younger woman stretched her soiled underwear over my head. It was all I could do to keep from sucking in a hungry breath right then, but I had to at least show enough control to wait until she'd left. She stepped back, checking her handiwork, and then giggled one last time before leaving.

After the nurse closed the door behind her, I couldn't hold it any longer. I breathed her smell deep inside me and couldn't stifle the loud moan that rose to my throat as I felt relief.

At that first full taste of Leanna's scent, my aches and pains melted away and my center went liquid. My hands reached towards my own sex uselessly as the chains held them tight.

It wasn't going to take hours for me to reach climax; it wasn't even going to take minutes. This time there could be no pretending that I'd just happened to be aroused and that the proximity of her underwear was a coincidence.

It was embarrassing, humiliating even, but all I could feel at that moment was desire and gratitude for the pleasure I felt at having the gift of this beautiful aroma to savor.

**********

"Dr. Sullivan?"

I awoke to Jenny standing in my office doorway. I must have finally drifted off to sleep at some point in the early morning hours.

It was just like two mornings before, but this time I felt, and probably looked, a wreck. If my assistant took a step into the room, she'd have to smell the result of my night of arousal. Even after having slept a bit, my panties felt a mess.

Leanna's panties, however, were gone once more. The object of my extraordinary night of lust was now just a paper mask again. I looked down at my wrists and found them tied down not with iron chains, but with paper clips that had been linked together.

It was amazing, really, but there was no time to analyze my feelings about the nurse's ability to warp my reality. First I needed time to compose myself. I pulled my hands free and lifted off the mask, quickly opening my desk drawer and dropping it inside.

"Give me a minute, sweetie. I'm not quite back in the real world yet."

She looked at me with more annoyance than confusion, and closed the door behind her as she left. Thank God it was Jenny that found me again, and that she seemed to accept my previous explanation without having to hear it again.

A yawn overcame me as I stretched, the weariness of having experienced hour after hour of intense sexual gratification instead of sleep having taken their toll on me. I felt as if I'd run a marathon or something, instead of just sat there in my chair.

The more I considered it, the less I cared about the dose of humiliating submission she'd forced on me, twice. I couldn't deny the power of hypnosis, nor her skill at its practice any longer.

I needed a shower, and a change of clothes, and I didn't have much time, but I awakened my computer and began typing instead. The email I composed to the chief praised nurse Kemp's gifted use of hypnosis, reversing my former position completely, and requested that she be moved into my pain clinic. I described the significant cost savings we'd achieve by avoiding the use of our outside hypnotherapist, and suggested that the nurse receive a nice pay increase as part of her new position.

Only when the email was sent did I feel that I'd made that situation right. I really had been unnecessarily mean to her, and I had been proven wrong about her skills in undeniable fashion.

Standing, I found myself sore from being in the chair for so long again, and groaned at the realization that I was going to have to somehow stay awake all day.

**********

After a shower and a change that left me so late that I missed my own staff meeting, I felt rejuvenated enough that it didn't seem like an impossible task to make it through the day anymore, at least as long as the hospital's coffee supply didn't run dry.

The chief's response expressed pleasure at my turnaround, and approved my request. I was trapped in a series of meetings that kept me from telling her about her new position and its higher pay, meetings that dragged through a lunch and into the early afternoon.

The meetings seemed to go on forever; in addition to the sleep deprivation and fatigue I was fighting through, my aches returned and by the afternoon my head was beginning to throb as well.

During the last of my meetings, discussing the impact of the upcoming set of billing code changes and the inability of our primary billing system vendor to have our system updated in time, I grew distracted by the strangest discovery.

Sitting there I thought about finding Leanna and giving her the good news, and my pain lessened a tiny bit, for just a moment. It felt so nice that I closed my eyes, and just imagined the nurse's pretty face, chasing the feeling. To my surprise, my pain faded even more noticeably.

It was a struggle to force my eyes open, the throbbing coming back full-force, but I'd be noticed if I didn't. I spent the entire rest of the meeting thinking about it, though. She must have given me some sort of instructions to feel good, to enjoy my degradation, and this must be some residual effect of that programming.

I wondered then, what if I were in my chair with her phantom panties over my head, how would that alter my current pain? Just thinking about it made me shift uncomfortably in my chair at the sudden heat I felt down south, but also at the momentary relief of my pain that the thought seemed to have granted me.

When the meeting finally ended, I called her the moment I made it back to my office, asking her if she was free to talk.

"I'm about to have a session with a patient, actually. I'm at the hospital though, could I just stop by your office when I get done?"

I quickly agreed, trying to cover the sigh I released when the news that she was in the building made my head stop pounding for a blessed moment.

My eyes closed and I thought about her, and the headache faded to a manageable throb. I spent most of the next two hours, as I waited for her past the time that the clinic office closed, sitting there at my desk, thinking about her to ease my pain, with less success as the afternoon dragged on into evening.

When she finally did arrive, the sight of her in person was even more soothing to my pain than my imagined version of her had been earlier. She seemed pleased about the news that she'd be paid more and would have her own office at the clinic, where she could use her hypnosis skills to help more patients than ever.

I struggled internally with the question I'd grown desperate to ask her. There was really no way to request what I wanted without sounding like some kind of pervert, and I was embarrassed even thinking about it, but I couldn't stop myself.

"I've been having an awful achy, headachy sort of day. I've been thinking about how good it felt after you'd hypnotized me and wondering if you could. I mean, would it . . . would it be possible to try it again. I mean, without being restrained. Just to see if it helps?"

A look of amusement came to her face and I felt myself flush with fiery shame. It had been a mistake to even suggest this, and I wished I could hide then.

"You know, I think you're feeling pain because it's so stressful for you to be in charge. It must be hard to pretend to be strong when you're really not."

What did she mean by that? Things were getting a little more embarrassing than I could handle. I'd just have to deal with the pain on my own.

"On second thought, it's probably not a good idea. Forget I asked."

"I can't just leave you here in pain, when we both know that I can give you what you need. Fall into my eyes and sleep for me," she said.

At that point I both wanted it and I didn't, but all the same I looked into her eyes and did as I was told.

**********

My eyes opened and I was still seated behind my desk. There were no ropes or chains, I wasn't restrained. Leanna faced me across the desk, the look of amusement still on her face as she reached under her skirt and slid off her panties, which were racy red silk. Now I was imagining her to be wearing sexy lingerie, apparently.

As she stepped out of them, I didn't just stare because I viscerally wanted them; I stared because I knew they weren't real, yet they appeared to actually be her panties. Did she have to leave while I was in a trance to go get a paper mask, I wondered, or did she have one waiting in her pocket already?

She leaned over and dropped them on the desk in front of me. "Here you go. I'm sure these will help with your pain. I'll see you in the morning," she said, and then she left me there.

As she was closing my office door behind her, I saw the young woman she'd had in a trance that day. The pretty young fibromyalgia patient. Why would she be waiting for Leanna in the outer office? That mystery should have absorbed me more, but my attention was drawn back to the underwear on my desk.

I picked up the panties and again marveled at the perfection of the illusion. Already I could smell that hypnotic female scent on them. The first faint breath of it made me sigh with relief. I brought them closer and sniffed deeply. My eyes closed as I began to savor the feeling of my pain turning to pleasure with every breath.

I nestled my face into the crotch panel as instinctively I sought more of that perfect smell. The sensation of moisture against my lips and nose made my eyes open. I was more ashamed than ever for a moment as I marveled at the feeling of wetness. Was this my doing? If this was all just something that existed in my mind, a paper mask turned into a younger woman's worn panties, if I could imagine this delicious scent, was it my preference to imagine that she'd been aroused at the idea of removing them for me?

My body was responding to the smell with such force that I didn't spend a moment more wondering about my own perversion, I just drank in that smell and let the fire building in my center grow hotter with every breath.

The dampness on my nose left no question that I was smelling Leanna's arousal. If I could bury my face between her beautiful thighs and if it pleased her to let me do so, this would be steamy fragrance of her heat.

I thought of her the moment before she'd left, standing there looking down at me, amused, and imagined that I wasn't chained. I imagined that I was able to fall to my knees while she laughed at my perverse need, and that she let me crawl to her, lifting my head up under her skirt to find her naked beneath and aroused by her mastery over me.

The shameful image consumed me, and any veneer of pride or control I'd kept up dissolved. I didn't make any decision to release myself to my need, but it happened. My mouth opened and then I was first licking, then sucking at that damp cloth. It tasted even more deliriously wonderful than it smelled, and in only moments, I groaned and came.

My fingers busy in my panties as I sniffed what I believed were hers, I made myself cum like a dirty little perverted animal, over and over again until I couldn't take it any more.

When I finally cut myself off, I opened my desk drawer and slipped her "panties" into a large envelope. I was sweaty and disheveled and feeling no sign of any pain at all.

I was so tired that when I got home that night I only ate a snack and showered before falling into bed and collapsing into sleep.

**********

Saturday morning I tried to stop thinking about how enamored of Leanna I was growing. More and more I found myself thinking about how pretty she was, or how nice she was, or how much I wanted to lick her all over her entire body.

It was just the hypnosis, and my gratitude over being relieved of my pain the night before, I was sure. I wasn't gay, I'd never been interested in any other woman, after all, not that way. Besides, the girl was starting to lord it over me that she had won our little hypnosis bets.

The struggle to stop thinking about her grew more difficult, though, when my headache returned that night. Then it was my muscles and joints, until I was aching all over. When an old Vicodin from the medicine cabinet wasn't effective in reducing my pain, but thinking about Leanna was, I found myself laying in bed awake that night, imagining the younger woman naked to soothe myself.

I slept only fitfully, and Sunday morning I knew that I was beyond caring about my shame. I had to get her to help me again. I had access to her mobile phone number, but when I called it just rang and rang until her voice mail picked up. I left her a message, asking her to call back.

By the end of the day, I'd left her three more messages, without a response. I moped around miserably, in pain that seemed to be growing inexorably worse, obsessing about her like a teenage crush.

**********

It was Monday morning before I heard from her. I was so desperate that I was angry, but when I heard the message she left on my office line, I was just too relieved to hold any sort of animus towards her.

"I just saw your messages. My phone battery died on Saturday, and I forgot to plug it in until this morning. I'm sorry I didn't get your messages sooner. I'll try to get out of the office early today--I was planning to bring a couple of boxes over there anyway, so it will all work out nicely. Don't worry, you'll be my first official clinic patient, I'll make you feel better."

The day dragged on and on though, once more it was only after the clinic office had closed before she finally arrived. She seemed sympathetic to my discomfort, but she didn't want to put me straight under.

"Listen, boss, I'll hypnotize you if you want, but I'm a little worried about you. This seems just like the Vicki thing all over again."

"Vicki?"

"You know, that patient that was with me Friday night? The twenty year old girl? I tried sort of an nontraditional approach with her, and it really helped, but it had some side effects as well. She's sort of, well, how do I put this--she's fallen in love with me."

I was in too much pain to care about the girl, or any advantage Leanna had taken with her.

"The thing is, my sessions with her were what gave me the idea to do what I did with you. With Vicki, I'd tried unsuccessfully to dull her pain and came up with the idea to give her some arbitrary other thing to receive pleasure from instead. In a moment of weakness, I was turned on by the idea of making that thing be my, well, my female parts."

Maybe I did care about the girl after all. My pulse pounded in my ears, it was hard to breathe. Was she admitting to brainwashing me? Was this why I felt the way I did?

"This is sort of embarrassing to admit, but once it started, I couldn't stop myself. It's just too big a turn on to not only have the power to make a woman obey my every whim, but to do it in such a perversely personal way. I'm afraid I've made that poor girl totally addicted to my pussy. She's at the point now where she'll do anything to have a chance to please me with her mouth. What makes me truly evil, though, is that now I've gone and done the same thing to you, haven't I?"

"But I've only . . . I mean, they're just paper masks," I said.

"You're already farther gone than you think. Take out that last paper mask, you kept it in your desk drawer like I ordered, don't you?"

Like she ordered? My hand shook as I removed the envelope and looked inside. I stared in shock, and Leanna giggled as I spilled the red silk underwear on to my desk. No paper mask, just a sexy pair of dirty panties. Panties that I'd gotten myself off on sniffing. Panties that I'd gotten myself off on sucking. The truth of her power over me hit hard; my grasp on what or wasn't real seemed to be weaker by the moment.

She lifted her skirt slowly, watching my reaction to the sight of her underwear, pink today. My eyes locked between her legs, and if the intensity of my need could have been transferred through the air with my gaze, the crotch of her satiny-looking, lace-bordered panties would have burst into flames.

"It's time for you to face facts. You're in pain, and the only thing that can make you feel better is right here," she said, brazenly massaging her mound with the middle finger on her right hand as I watched.

"No, I won't let you do this," I said, but my eyes never left her panties.

The pain faded as I watched her touch herself, and I groaned and closed my eyes at the joyous relief.

"Don't do this to yourself. There's no reason for you to suffer. One little sniff and you won't just get rid of the pain, you'll feel wonderful and we both know it. All you have to do is ask me nicely, and then I'll let you have what you want."

Even though I knew then that it was really her personal scent I'd been smelling that whole week, I couldn't resist the need I felt. I was both horrified and aroused by the knowledge that the thing I wanted most in the world right then was to have her panties in my hand and the door closed, so that I could sniff them in privacy.

"Please let me sniff your . . . your panties," I said.

"Okay," she said, letting the front of her knee-length skirt fall back down into place.

Her hands moved to her hips and she smiled at me. She looked so confident and beautiful as she stood there, unmoving, that I was frozen there, admiring her, for a moment. She didn't move to take off her underwear, and the aching pain along my shoulders shook me out of my awestruck moment.

"I did what you asked. Let me have them now, please," I said.

It was humiliating; I wanted to smell her dirty underwear so badly that I was reduced to begging.

"Oh, I'm not going to just give you my underwear. I will let you sniff them, though. You'd better hurry though, I'm not going to stand here waiting forever," she said, with an amused grin on her face.

The realization that she intended for me to sniff her underwear while she was still wearing them finally dawned on me, and despite myself I shuddered with arousal. She thought that I would just get down on my knees and sniff her crotch like some kind of lesbian pervert?




Pain Management



The idea of degrading myself this way should have seemed more than awful, but just the thought of it made my heart beat faster and it was suddenly hard to catch my breath. I was so turned on that I felt a perverse urge to masturbate as I stared at her then. She was so confident, so beautiful, that picturing myself on my knees, doing what she wanted made me wet.

Despite her admonition, she didn't hurry me any further. She stood there, appearing equal parts bored and entertained as she watched me get up and kneel down in front of her.

When I crept up under her skirt and pressed my nose into her crotch, I felt her hands gently grasp my head, holding my face in against her as I began to sniff.

"Take a nice, deep breath and savor how I, and only I, can make you feel. Smell how horny you're making me, smell how much I get turned on by controlling other women and making them do whatever I want. Feel your silly thoughts and will fading away, feel how wonderful it is to finally have the inner peace of giving yourself to me."

It was obscenely wrong, me on my knees with my head up her skirt, letting her hold me possessively while I sniffed her pussy and fingered myself until I came. She let me worship her to a second amazing orgasm before pushing me away, smirking down at me with humiliating superiority then.

Staring up into her gorgeous face with the smell of her pussy still fresh in my nose, I didn't care if she was being cruel, because I was in love. She was just so perfect. I was happy just to be near her, she was the only thing that mattered to me. I wanted to kiss her neck, to laugh at her jokes and hold her in bed.

It didn't matter that what she'd done to me was wrong; I was in love. Even when she patted my head and giggled at the sight of me as she passed by me on her way to my chair, I didn't mind. If it made her happy to see me embarrassed, the shame was worth it.

She removed her underwear and dropped the pink panties next to the red pair on my desk. I scooted around to watch her, still on my knees, and my eyes locked on the underwear I'd just had pressed against my face. Seeing where my attention lay, she removed her skirt and used it to cover the underwear as she sat down in my chair

"Forget about my panties, Nancy--I have something much better for you, a way to take away your pain forever. Just like I did with Vicki, but this time I'm going to do it right. I never gave her a choice, I just made her what she is, and that wasn't very nice of me. With you, I'm not going any further unless you want to."

I stared at her, amazed that she could be both so gorgeous and so nice.

"So I'm just going to relax over here and tell you this: I'm really pretty turned on right now. What you just did, and the idea of having you just as enthralled as Vicki is, well that has me on high heat, if you know what I mean. I would really love for you to come over here and eat me out. Would you like to do that, sweetie? Would you like to please me with your mouth?"

She was not only sweet and beautiful, she was sexy too. So sexy that I was turned on myself again, just listening to her describe her own arousal. Nodding my agreement, I moved towards her but she held up her hand for me to wait.

"Hold on. I guess I've already proven my weakness with Vicki, so you should think about this before you do anything. I really don't see you ever being your old self again after you've tasted me, and the idea turns me on so much that I really don't see myself doing anything to stop you from joining her."

Her hand dropped below the desk, and it kept moving there, doing something down in her lap. She moaned and closed her eyes as I moved closer, mesmerized by the idea that she wanted me to go down on her and she was right there behind my desk, half-naked.

"It won't be unpleasant for you, trust me. You're going to love being my toy, and you'll never have to feel the pain and confusion of freedom again. You'll always have the comfort of feeling my control, of knowing that all that matters is pleasing me."

She slid my chair back to let me get down on the floor in front of her. She lifted her legs, bending her knees and leaning back until her feet were tucked up against her on the chair, presenting her naked sex in a vulgar display that was somehow beautiful then.

"So I'll leave it up to you. Have a life of pain and suffering, of pretending that you weren't meant to be ruled. Or you can taste the most incredible pussy you've ever seen, give yourself to me and feel the wonderful pleasure of worshiping me."

As I moved between her legs, she smiled at me and let her fingers settle in my hair, drawing me towards her neat delta of pubic hair. Her lower lips peeked out and looked deliciously perfect. Nothing could have stopped me then as I drew close enough to smell her scent, that glorious, sexy aroma that made my pain fade away and my heart thrill with the need to submit to her.

"That's a good girl, show me how much you want me. Make me feel how much you're going to love me forever. I'm so hot for you, honey," she said.

I couldn't have survived the pain it would have caused me to not taste her then, but I didn't even try to resist the need I felt. I wanted every bit of it, every bit of her, and it was all right there in front of me. Her perfect pussy. My life of adoring servitude. The fire in between my legs that threatened to consume me.

My lips opened and my tongue surged forward as I let her pull my face to its rightful home. We moaned together as my tongue found her steaming seam, and I felt the last of my pain fade away forever as I worked us both towards orgasm.

-The End-



Pain of the Goblin



10/24/05

As I write this, my left leg is cuffed to the chair. I haven't been to the bathroom in thirteen hours, and Miss Stephanie has insisted that I am not working hard enough on journaling her attentions! 

The misery is palpable, I must confess.

She spent most of last night teasing my poor cock to near distraction..."Now that you keep web journals, dear Goblin, the world should know what a bragging little worm you are, don't you think?"

I've so little choice but to do as she demands...I've been orgasm-free for quite a long time, and my little thingie has been off limits. Miss Steph doesn't use any sort of chastity device...she doesn't have to!

She examines me as often as possible, drops by my office, comes to the house...and my poor dick is always rock hard! 

What's worse, she gives me constant provocation, and allows me to masturbate freely, as long as I don't have a "squirtie"

Steph often will put a few photographs and a scented letter in my briefcase in the morning, after she's stayed the night (for a cool $500) and I'll take them to the bathroom, and they're always pictures of her in tiny G-strings or Merry Widows, and the letters are filled with outrageous stories of the adventures she's had with other men...and I touch and pull my cock again and again, just barely stopping before achieving an orgasm. 

Oh, the agony of it all! But I am too aware of the punishment that I'd receive if I had an accident..she's done it before!

Once, she put a pair of her panties...that she'd MASTURBATED in, in my briefcase, and ordered me to spend my entire lunch hour, sixty minutes, jerking in the nasty little stall...oh, the agony!

I had to stop every few minutes, and take my hand off my miserable cock, to keep from going over...those panties were HEAVENLY...and that's all I get (sob!)

The worst times are when she calls the office, on my cell phone, commanding me to go to the restroom, where I sit in a stall and listen to darling Steph's evil voice 

"Wouldn't you like to rub my titties right now, Goblin? Rub your poor dick with that pink soap from the dispenser as you sit on the toilet, that's a good boy...think about my warm pussy....the glistening hairs, and how you'll NEVER get your wussy little dick in there."

"And you really wouldn't be comfortable actually having sex with a real woman, would you...admit it, you're really just a pitiful little faggot, a queer boy." 

Her luxurious voice, so feminine, would bring tears to my eyes. "All the sex you need is to be sodomized by HIV positive vagrants, don't you think, darling?" A breath, then she continues.

"Tell your Steph how you're just a pathetic little butt-boy, that you need sodomization by HIV positive vagrants...tell me nice and LOUD, or tonight I'll thrash you so hard that you'll scream..." a light laugh" I might even chase you naked around the block..."

It is always SOOO hard for me, as I have to whisper my part of the conversation...being in a stall in a fairly public restroom of my firm, with guys coming in and out, telling jokes, combing their hair, God knows I don't want them hearing my pathetic little whisper

"Yes Miss Steffi, yes I am your pitiful little queer-boy, yes, I do deserve to have my butt sodomized by HIV positive vagrants."

Once I was a little too loud, sitting on my stall with my pants down, my stiff penis in my hands, covered as it was with that damned pink dispenser soap, cell phone at my ear, and one of the young associates in my firm, in the bathroom to take a whiz at the urinal... heard my voice, and said

"What's that you're saying on the toilet, Mr. -----? You want your butt sodomized?"

But I digress. 

Steph doesn't want me complaining about her here...but to tell of my tease and torture session last night.,. and why she is the most WONDERFUL woman in the WORLD.

She is so cruel! Miss Stephanie was dressed last night in a skin tight T-shirt and leather jacket, in contrast to me, naked and bound, except for little pink gloves and booties on my hands and feet.

Steph is so ingenious at making me feel as naked as possible, and whenever she is in my house, she always demands that I am completely undressed, as opposed to her covered body! It is actually quite rare that I've been allowed to see her unclothed in our three year relationship.

Even when I've performed my oral attentions upon her, I've been forced to be blindfolded.

Her raven hair, her mocking eyes, those full luscious lips that smirk at me constantly...she is exquisite!

Oh, my darling Stephanie!

10/25/05

Today I got an e-mail from Stephanie, detailing her last client...it's a doozy! Here we are!

Dear Goblin, couldn't see you today, but here's a concise account of what I did! Hope you enjoy it!

"Aaaguh! Dr. Ashtray gasped as I flicked the ashes from my Winston on his right nipple. At this point, his big, fat stomach was covered with pink sores, from where I'd put out four Winstons, as well as a marvelous CAO Gold cigar, which had a lovely Ecuador Connecticut Shade wrapper.

The good doctor (who is actually a dentist) howled mightily as I poked that stogie right near his navel. Then I re-lit it and puffed a bit and put it out again on the edge of his stiffening glans.

Many of the cigars I use are ordered by the Doc from abroad, and once I actually got to burn an original Havana that he'd gotten on a study trip--burned it right on his scrotum until he wailed like a feverish infant! 

Wasn't that a great day for Communism--hee hee!

The office was filled with pungent cigar smoke as I tapped and tapped the evil weed against his defenseless pee-pee...

I could see the tears coming out of the old dentist's eyes as I snickered in his face. 

"It's so nice to have a skin ashtray here to butt out my butts, isn't it, darling?"

"Oh, please don't poke it anymore, Miss Stephanie" Doc Ashtray begged, his eyes watering from the smoke.

He seemed to bounce against his bonds as the burning tip got closer and closer to his poor, quivering organ. "Please--I-I know this is my fantasy---oooh!"

Got him! A big-ass burn, second degree at worst, right on the edge of the shaft! And does my D.D.S. like that? I don't think so!

As his dick faltered, from the scorching pain of the evil cancer-stick, I merely tickled and toyed just a bit! Pulling and scratching the poor worm until the blood flowed back, the Doc squirming and crying

"Please, no more with the cigar, Miss Stephanie, I've had just enough--OOooH!" and again, I tapped the cigar out on his poor, pitiful foreskin.

I stepped back, and put down the cigar, and pulled up my skirt, pulled down my panties, and danced my shaved box around in front of Doc Ashtray's eyes. "Think, darling..." I cooed. 

"I fuck normal healthy guys, just for the price of a pizza, or even a swig of a hot guy's vodka...but you give me five hundred to a thou for me to treat you like pincushion for cigar butts...and that loses you out on getting to kiss, suck or fuck my nice quim, baby!"

The Doc looked so sad, but of course he knew that this was his lot in life...what use could his cock be...except to be tortured, teased, and then occasionally allowing him to jerk off in a lonely closet!

Earlier this morning I had another client who likes to have lit matches flung into his pubic hair, and a month ago I found a guy who wanted burning candles shoved into his rectum, but there ain't nothin' like Doc Ashtray. 

His nipples look like Hiroshima after Truman when I get done with my ciggie-butts and cigar ends. 

And the insides of his thighs--I have tried hard to find a way to brand an "S" in that tender spot...would that he weren't such a wimpie boy!

After all, that's how the prison gangs indoctrinate their members--with cigarette and match burns on the sensitive insides of arms and legs. 

So I think that my slaves can take at least that! What I should do is bring in a big, strong ex-con to face-fuck the Doc and make him realize what a pitiful little bitch he is, doncha think?

"Your poor dickie-wickie seems to be shying away from me." I said, and I took a thumbtack from his "Cuspid Hints" poster and pushed it deep into Dr. Ashtray's glans, and of course he shrieked. 

"What's wrong, baby? Don't you like a little stimulation...I just thought I'd jazz things up a bit." Again I lit the CAO Gold and puffed mightily, and stubbed it out on the long, purple vein coming up his shaft. I could see lots of evidence of tears on Doc Ashtray's face, but certainly he was staying quite aroused!

I opened my shirt a little bit, and waved my cleavage around in his face...I'd pulled up my panties, and dropped my skirt, and now I was pushing my happy cantaloupes in his face. 

At the same time, I pulled and stroked his nice cock, gently tickling the skin and licking my lips...soon enough he was gasping and trying to hump my hand, soon enough he was about to release...just as orgasm was approaching, I backed off, slapped his face hard and picked up the cigar again and poked it violently into Doc's urethra, and strangely, he didn't want to cum anymore!

Then I found Doc Ashtray's drill, and started buzzing it near his groin, and the poor tooth man jumped and danced, though the ropes were a bit too tight for him--

That and I touched the drill, just slightly against his frenum, and Doc Ash howled like a banshee! Oh HILARIOUS. Then I took off one of my strappy spike heels, and pounded it into his groin so the good doctor wept and screamed...

It is not a pretty sight, my devoted audience...a big, fat, naked dentist, secured by rope to the reclining chair where he's done so many of those evil root canals. 

But I'd come in half an hour before, resplendent in my silk top, open just a couple of buttons to show a hint of cleavage...and my new denim miniskirt with floral embroidery on the front and back (yes, high school boys still whistle at Steffi), and of course my infamous Valentino Black Spike Heeled Sandals.

"I'm here for my appointment" I'd smiled at the receptionist. "Dr.B---, it's Ms. Amberger." 

And what a surprise, Dr.B---, hereafter referred to as Doctor Ashtray, gave the receptionist and the remaining patients the boot for the next two hours. 

There was a BIG operation going on for Steffi. I imagine that the receptionist and the hygienists must wonder at my poor teeth, though they look so damn good, if I do say so myself.

I mean, I visit the Doc every week, on Wednesdays, for a 2 hour operation...and it never shows up on the billing! Though I do leave $800 richer...mysteriously.

When I had gotten in the office, Doc Ashtray had smiled and locked the door, handed me my little plain white envelope, and had immediately took off his white coat, his shirt and black pants, and his disgusting wife-beater undershirt and boxers. 

He had looked expectantly at me, hoping as he did every week, that I might strip, or at least get down to bikini underwear, but alas, it wasn't gonna happen.

But I looked pretty damn good, my silk shirt was tucked snugly in my blue-jean miniskirt...and you could see my nipples poking through the silk!

As soon as he was completely naked, I smiled at Doc Ashtray, and then quickly kicked him in the nuts, just a clean, quick slam between the thighs, and he fell on the floor, on his chubby knees, crying.

And his spectacles covered with wet spots. 

Then I'd taken my prize car ariel out of my bag (a boyfriend had ripped it off a police car, so it was a LONG one) and unfurled it. 

WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK! What fun! He howled and screamed...I expect anyone left in the waiting room thought I was having a BAAD operation, eh?

The ariel curled around his pudgy legs and across his bare bottom, bursting all the zits that abounded on his ugly, withered cheeks.

Yes, and finally, when my arm was tired, I rolled it back up again, and then reached down and dragged Dr. Ashtray up by the little bit of hair that was left on the back of his bald head.

"So much fun tying you to this dentist's chair, darling" I told him as my manicured fingers deftly secured the ropes...and then I began pulling cigars and cigarettes out of various little boxes, and what fun I had! 

Within an hour his nipples, chest, stomach, abdomen and crotch area (shaved as I command it) was covered with little red burn marks and lots of filthy ashes!

Later on in the session I turned the poor sucker over on the chair and took turns between cigarettes and cigars burning little etches all over Doc Ash's big, fat buttocks. 

"Can't you learn to be a man and not cry so much" I asked as I stabbed five or six cigars in and around his tender, sensitive anus.

Finally, I untied Doc Ashtray, except for his hands which were still behind his back.

I laid the old boy on the floor, and raised my long. luscious leg and began gently and then not-so-gently poking my heel on his long, burned-up erection. I stabbed it and poked it with my heel, attempting to nail the shaft into the floor, gritting my teeth as I JAMMED the heel straight into Doc Ashtray's glans. 

And he wasn't on his side but right on his back, his cock being forced down on the floor between his quivering legs, and his teary eyes staring right up my hot little denim skirt as I jabbed and poked the heel all over his sad, massacred erection.

Suddenly the door opened and Wendy, Doc's nineteen year old hygienist looked in. 

She is a bubbly bleached blonde with bee stung lips, and has always been awfully flirty. I disapprove of the way she shows her cleavage--sure I'm just as bad, but I ain't in the medical profession! 

But she came in, looking somewhat shocked. Here her middle aged boss was, naked and disgusting, having his cock mistreated all over the floor with my heels.

"Like, my God, Dr B---, what's he doin' with no clothes on? What're all those marks? Was a wasp's nest in here?" I laughed my ass off. "No, darling...he's not been stung, just burned."

Wendy giggled as she realized it was an S&M dealie...laughed hard!

Dr. Ashtray was quite humiliated, But his cock got even harder. "See how pitiful you look in front of your lowly hygienist, Doc? What a pathetic loser you are." I snorted. And just as Wendy said 

"What the fuck do you mean lowly, you bitch?" Doc Ashtray spurted his seed all over my nice strappy heels, and then I made him lick it up!

10/27/05

Jesus am I dying to have an orgasm! It's been since the 6th of July...

Stephanie just doesn't help, either. She's always trotting over here in a little crop-top or tiny cutoffs that hug the curves of her little butt.

Steph loves to cuff my hands behind my back and make me sit with her--watching "Medium" or "Boston Legal" and trying to concentrate as she pulls and rubs my poor doinker.

"The Allen Shore character [on Boston Legal] is hilarious, don't you think?" 

Steph asks, as she jerks my tumescent weapon faster and faster, my eyes blurring as I contemplate just the possibility, the meager possibility of an orgasm...then she pulls her lovely hand away, just before I'm about to spurt...she seems to know when my thighs are beginning to tremble, you know?

And then she'll ask me what I thought of the show, and if I can't give her good answers, she tells me I'm hopeless. It's hard to focus on the television when I have a tart in bikini underwear licking my ear and pulling at my poor groin...goodness!

She tongues my ear, my lips, flicking it in and out, and we're both covered in the Obsession perfume she wears, as she's always crawling over me. 

Steph learned lap-dancing at Scores in New York in her early twenties, and I always get a bit of that, with her pushing her little bra and heavy cleavage right in my face...oh it's heaven...and hell.

My stiff, unfulfilled cock being nestled between Stephanie's long, soft pink legs, the full calves mashing it as she crawls around on my lap, havin' herself a good time.

You cannot BELIEVE how good and intense it feels to have those soft, beautiful thighs and calves (when Steph climbs my chest) rubbing up and down my shaven cock and balls. 

But it's torture--because it's been so long since I had a release. My balls begin to feel as if I have a cinderblock tied to my scrotum, and my cock seems as if it's going to lift off from desire. Stephanie has especially shapely soft legs, and they're just tantalizing.

Sometimes after a lap-dance from Steph, I've had to be especially vigilant about not touching my dick, because I'm so close to cumming. If I do touch myself, I just rub my balls and don't touch my cock at all.

It's especially sensitive when I try to go to bed...my wee-wee is still tingling from the way her pink thighs were slithering all over it, my neck is still wet with her kisses.

And the lingering smudges from her Tintalicious Delicioso Chickstick Peach lip-gloss all over my lips and cheeks.

And I have to be sooo careful that I don't a. bump my dick, as it's bouncing around, that might make me cum...or that I see any TV even the news, because any feminine image, even that of a mid-life lady newscaster might make me grab my thing and jerk...

Sometimes my bed is too soft, and I am afraid I'll hump it, rub my engorged weiner against the soft sheets...

And so I'll sleep on the hard wood floor with a pillow...hoping that will calm my dick down, though once in 2002, I was made to release myself after several months by humping the floor. and the memories are still there!

The problem is, of course, many of the times that I've gotten the lap-dance from Steph have led to breaking down and winking...and Stephanie can be quite nasty about that! 

Pouring near boiling water on my balls, having her boyfriend drag me across my yard from a rope around my cock, putting my dick in a desk drawer and slamming it...Steph is a great believer in strict punishment for unauthorized squirting.

"But maybe I should have a chastity belt, like I used to" I've pled with her. "The lap dances make me way too horny."

But she espouses self-control, and wants me to be able to wank away w/o cumming, as she believes it makes me more desperate!

"Here you are, a big, sexy man with an M.B.A...you've been a military officer, worked on a congressional staff...can't you control your little pecker without that kind of monitoring" comes her husky voice to my mind. 

"I don't want to have to lock you up, I want you to be able to touch your little Winkie whenever you want...just don't let it finish...or you're finished too!"

I also have to report any nocturnal emissions (wet dreams) Steph is not as strict about these, but I still get a couple of lashes from the cane right on my pecker...

And so often after a lap dance, I take a twenty minute cold shower right before bed...it doesn't always help!

The problem is...once Stephanie's been on my lap, it's almost impossible to forget her after she's left me, after the lap-dance is over...

Stephanie's image stays with me for hours.

And she calls me, and reminds me of the high lights of the lap dance...a nasty girl is my Electric Stephanie!

Once, she pretended to get offended by my erection!

She hopped off my lap because I'd gotten a boner!

It started when Stephanie just dropped by...just for a little fun. 

She came over to my house, and after binding me and teasing me for nearly an hour, she stripped down to a white paisley lace bodysuit with a garter and ruffle stop stockings, and high heels.

Steph turned on "I k now what Boys Like" by the Waitresses, and began dancing in front of me, waving her hips as if she were supporting an invisible Hula Hoop. 

Soon she moved closer to me and put one foot on the floor between my legs, and the other on the arm of the chair.

Steph pushed her chest out, and poked out her buttocks.

Rubbing her hands across her full breasts, over her butt and up past her stomach again




Pain of the Goblin



. At one point she turned her full buttocks to me and slapped them with her long nails. Stephanie looked down and touched her crotch slightly, smiling at my growing erection.

She put her arms on the arms of the chair I was tied to and leaned in from the back, sticking her butt on my lap, and grinding my bare cock slowly.

Her soft cheeks, contrasted with the scratchy bodysuit, rubbed and tortured my pre-orgasmic member and she laughed, and then jumped away just as I was about to spurt, and began dancing around in front of me again.

Then she climbed up on my lap from the front, rubbing her cleavage in my face, and letting her hair spill all over me...

Oh, I began getting quite excited. Her hair has grown since she had her yahoo profile pic and it spilled on me like a raven waterfall...Steph rubbed her cheek against mine and made a noise as if she'd just had an orgasm, and my cock was going wild!

Finally, Steph unhooked her bodysuit top and rubbed her bare breasts all over me, neatly avoiding my tongue as I tried to touch them.

She unhooked her crotch thing and began rubbing her cunt lips, pulling the pink parts back so I could see her beautiful vagina. The feeling of her soft cheeks on my mammoth cock was unbelievable!

"Here I am, a nice girl from Brooklyn, New York" Steph said, mock-tearfully, "and I just sat on your lap. 

Mother always told me that if I ever sat on a man's lap I should put down a magazine first..." But of course Mother never imagined that she'd have a naked man and be prancing around in lingerie, I want to tell her...but with Steph it's better to keep your mouth closed sometimes!

"What am I going to do with this?" Stephanie pointed to my rock-hard, purple boinger, swaying out from between my legs. 

Her long crimson nail flicked it, and I gasped, and then she trotted into the kitchen and came back with an egg-beater...you know, the old-fashioned kind with blender blades on the bottom and a thing that you turn at the top, to make the blender blades spin. Oooh.

Steph ordered me to lose my erection, and I just stared at her, so beautiful in her lingerie...

"You can't get rid of that nasty thing...well as a good Baptist girl, I'll get rid of it for you!" 

She danced forward and dropped the egg-beater near my shaft and began turning the crank, and by God, the blades began spinning next to my poor dick, hitting and hurting it, and I of course began screaming, begging her to stop...

"What's your deal honey" Steph asked as she continued to turn the crank. 

"If you can't make that thing of yours behave, maybe we need to get rid of it. I'll cut it off and give it to the Goodwill. 

Some nice pre-op tranny could pick it up...for five bucks or so." Laughing, Steph pushed the egg beater even closer and I screamed, and finally lost my erection.

"Well I am so glad that nasty little thing has calmed down" Steph said, though I could see a slight smile. 

"Don't you know a virginal little thing like me has to be protected from your big, bad penis?" I was looking at my thingie forlornly...the blender blades had skewered it a bit, and oh, how I wished I wasn't wearing handcuffs!

I would've run, run away...let me tell you. But I was trapped there, and Stephanie finally put the egg-beater back in the kitchen and came back out.

"Oh honey, you're not mad at your Steph, are you baby?" I shook my head, but she seemed genuinely concerned. She sat back down on my lap and put her arms around my neck.

She kissed my neck and face and lips, and moved her full butt all over my cock again, telling me how sorry she was that she was so strict. 

"But you have to learn to be a gentleman, Gobby." Steph told me "You have to--what's this?"

Steph jumped up again, and there my cock was! Rock hard! Oh, was she furious! So she invited her boyfriend to come over and told him how "Sexually rude" I'd been to her, and he used my anus as a pincushion for his dick! Woe is me!

10/30/05

Stephanie drops by now and then...she came today and I was working at home. "Jesus, this place looks like hell. 

Oh, you should've seen her walking disgustedly through my trash strewn place--skin tight jeans, her little butt twitching back and forth, this snug cashmere sweater, light brown, it poked out her adorable boobs, and of course high heeled boots that I bought her last year when we were in Istanbul.

I kept protesting that I had work to do--I'm a commercial real estate broker, but I had to ignore my files and listen to her BITCH at me about how I keep my place. 

"This is a total hole" Steph finally said, pointing a long red nail at the remnants of some Chinese food in the corner of the room. "Strip and stand in the middle of the room!" I rolled my eyes. 

"Look, my tenants here in the house are not awake yet, honey."

But then she gave me that look, and so I stripped and stood in the middle of the room, and she began stroking my suffering cock. 

"You poor thing" she whispered in my ear as her nails toyed with the pulsing vein on the tip of my shaft. "I know you've not cum since July 6, and you may not get to cum till January, if you keep your place this shitty, you know."

Steph pulled my dick a little faster and whispered "You can't keep house well, and you excuse it by telling me that you can't afford a maid." I coughed. "Well, Steph, you do cost a lot." 

Steph laughed deep in her throat. "Well, then you have to learn to clean up after yourself. God knows I'm not entertaining you at my place.

That's where my boyfriend hangs out....and stop your lip trembling. No one likes a whiny jealous boy."

As I pouted, my cock swelled, and Steph reached up and twisted my right nipple HARD, and I shrieked. Jesus, I was worried that Doug was going to wake up, and if he saw this, my housemate was going to give me lots of shit.

"Did you ever think of cleaning your house yourself, dear heart?"

Steph's palm grasped and juggled my scrotum lightly, and I looked up as she tossed her gorgeous raven hair, and enjoyed the feeling of my balls being tickled by her long, white, manicured fingers.

Steph continued to tickle my testicles and ran her tongue across her full lips, giggling. "Stephanie, let's go have lunch." I smiled. "Cleaning is not my thing, honey. It's a maids work...it's not for us." Steph snorted.

The fingers began massaging my testes a little faster. "Maid's work, huh?" Stephanie smiled. Then she clenched her hand around my balls, crushing them together. Spasms of pain shot through my crotch and tears came to my eyes.

"My mother was a maid, honey." Steph squeezed harder, and then let go my scrotum, her nails dragging red spots, and I fell to the ground, clutching my stomach. 

I felt her boot kick me in the side. "You are such a fucking pig, Goblin!"

"I mean, what do you expect, to get some poor wetback maid to slave away for you? Why can't you do it?

Because you're such a classy real estate broker? Grab your ankles!" I did so, and it's painful, with my pot belly. Steph landed the cane across my cheeks about fourteen times, as I screamed...but she doesn't care!

Steph has a way of landing the long, thin rattan just perfectly against old blisters from previous castigation...it lands, the blister bursts, Steph curses me for bleeding up her cane, and then it lands again and again. 

"I get ill listening to you howl...we may have to get your voice box removed, darling'" she crooned, as she lashed the cane all over my back.

"Can't you learn to clean?" 

Steph jumped around in front of me and landed the cane four or five times on my stomach, and that's incredibly stinging. 

I have a slight pot belly, and it took the smacks from the cane with not much grace, let me tell you. I tried to run, but Steph followed me, landing the cane over my thighs and back and once across the back of my neck!

I fell down finally, hoping she would see this as surrender, but Steph lashed me with the cane more and more, even as I rolled into the fetal position.

Finally she threw down the cane and looked at me. "You're going to have to get this place in shape, or I'm not going to come see you anymore. At all." Stephanie turned on her heel and walked out, her adorable butt twitching as her heels clicked out of my house. This was worse than the whipping, let me tell you.

I chased Steph out the door, forgetting that I was nude. But a squeal from the neighbor caused me to put the majority of my body behind the door.

"Please, Stephanie...I love you. I'm so sorry that you don't like the way I keep my house." I was begging. 

"But I don't know how to clean, and I spend all my money on you...would you direct me?"

Stephanie has a good heart, and she smiled. "Well, I suppose so. But I'm not too patient with slackers, and you'd better hop to it, kiddo."

Stephanie came back in the house, and actually leaned in to me , pushing her beautiful cashmere covered boobs into my poor sunken chest. "I'm so glad you're showing initiative--finally!" I smiled and kissed her. 

"I'd do anything in the world for you, Steph. I really love you, I--" 

"Shut up!" Stephanie gave me a really big kiss, imprinting the taste of her cherry lip gloss all over my face. 

What a chick, man. Steph went to the corner of the living room and picked up her cane. "Now then, I'm going to teach you to clean, but you're going to learn fast, or else!"

Stephanie came up to me swinging WHACK!! A nasty one across the hip

."Do you have a vacuum cleaner?" I ran for it. WHACK! Right across my nipples. 

What about dust rags...no, then we'll rip up your shirt." And immediately she tore apart the $65.00 Izod Lacoste shirt I'd tossed on the couch when I'd stripped for her.

"Turn the vacuum on baby...WHACK WHACK Don't miss WHACK WHACK any corners." 

I kept dodging around, trying to keep from having her cane scar my entire back and buttocks,

and strangely, this assisted me to get the vacuum cleaner in all the corners.

Steph took me by the nose and made me lick out all the ashtrays. 

This was incredibly disgusting, as Doug and Travis had a cigar party last night. "Think of them as dicks to swallow, darling, as we do" Stephanie said, watching me gag and hold my stomach.

The dusting was tough, because Steph kept running a finger across shelves and the stereo and coming up with dust, and becoming enraged.

I dusted and vacuumed the entire living room, all the corners and crevices from high to low. Steph had me vacuum the furniture, the lampshades and the pictures. 

When I argued that there was no point in running the vacuum over my Leroy Neiman print, Steph ordered me over her knee and the cane made me scream for nearly forty minutes.

"And look at all these mice!" Steph attempted to stomp a little rodent hustling under my grandfather clock. 

"Didn't you use those mousetraps I gave you last year?" I grunted. Steph went into the kitchen and came back with the still wrapped mousetraps. "Well, if you don't want to use them for the mice, maybe I should use them on you!" 

Stephanie put one on each of my nipples and two on each side of my dick. "Get back to work!"

Stephanie watched as I washed the curtains, dust mopped the floor, and vacuumed and steam-cleaned the carpet.

I washed the Venetian blinds in the back yard, till I stank of ammonia, and I hosed them off with the garden hose.

Then Steph turned the hose on me briefly, as she'd heard me use profanity. Not too good in October!

And the cold water hit the pain of the mousetraps even worse. And I saw old Mrs. Galligan, the neighbor, watching in disgust as a naked man with mousetraps on him was dancing out of the way of a hose by a clothed woman. 

Wonderful!

Steph looked around the living room after I'd done vacuuming and dusting. and replaced the now quite clean Venetian blinds.

"well, looks okay...wait here's a dust-ball!" THUMP! Her fist came up into my balls, and I keeled over. "Aaah, what's this crumpled paper?"

Stephanie's hand reached down to drag me up by a nipple. As I screamed she knocked me back on the couch. 

"You can't do a shitty job, and hope to make your Mistress happy." Steph held the piece of--a candy bar wrapper. 

"This is junk...too much junk in the house, dear. And I told you to CLEAN." Steph pointed to the arm of the couch and I got up and bent over, biting my lip.

The cane rose and fell, ten times, crashing up and down my bare butt, and once across my testicles, and oh, how I cried!

"Ma'am, I'm trying so hard.." I gripped my buttocks, tears rolling down my face. "I've never cleaned anything before..."

Stephanie laughed, tapping her cane in her hand. At this point one of my housemates, Doug came down. "What's going on...Jesus, Goblin, you're pitiful."

"What the fuck's going on with you. Are those mousetraps on your nipples, and your dick?"

Steph grinned at him, and stuck her tongue out for a moment.

"Yes, here we have poor sissy-boy who doesn't want to clean the living room competently. Look at how he's whining." 

Doug, who at one time was a pal who I watched football with and went for beers with, surveyed me contemptuously.

Here I was, the former Goblin party dude, stark naked and covered with welts as my girlfriend stood over me with a cane.

I was bending over and rubbing my butt and crying, and she was touching up her lip gloss and flirting with my housemate...who she's slept with once or twice, and you know she's never fucked me! (really)

Once, Doug and a couple of my other friends came in, including a couple of girls, and I was standing in the corner with my pants and shorts down, and Steph sat and flirted with them while I had to just crouch in the corner, my welted bare butt on view for all!

"This is what Gobby wants, and I'm givin' it to him." Steph said gaily. 

"And seriously, Doug...if you don't like the way the house is kept, you should hit him now and then with the belt...

I know you're old buddies, but now you know what Goblin's really like."

I hung my head in shame as Doug laughed. 

"Yeah, maybe I'll get him to suck my dick, too...Take care, Steffi, you too, you pitiful piece of shit." 

Doug left, laughing. I began to cry in earnest, feeling intense humiliation. Doug had already told the boys down at the Montgomery Grill that I was a wimp...and now it would be worse!

I envisioned Doug and his friends taking their belts and whacking my ass and making me clean the house, scrub things and generally jump to their command...oh Jesus.

But then Steph sat me down and began stroking my cock. 

"I'm just trying to teach you to be a good and obedient boy" she reminded me, as her hand gently squeezed my poor organ. 

She knows how to make me feel better, that's for sure. "I want this fleabag house of yours to be chirpier, you should be grateful to your Mistress for that, dearie!"

Stephanie kissed my ear and pulled my cock, and God knows, it's been too long since I last had a release...

And soon I was moaning and gasping and her long nails were running up and down my shaft as I rubbed my face in her cashmere covered tits. Orgasm approached and I began panting.

SMACK! Stephanie's hand crashed across my face and she threw me on the floor! My cock now was just bouncing. 

"Look here, big boy...we have more to clean, the bedrooms and the bathroom...do you want Doug and the fellows to come home and beat you with a belt?"

I stripped the beds, vacuuming the mattress and box spring. 

I flipped the mattress. and then I polished the wood furniture in my room. I remember my mother doing this, vaguely.

"Now comes the kitchen, the most hygienic part of the house." 

Stephanie patted my ass as she guided me in there.

"Now, I want you to clean out the garbage disposal, that's right, get your hand down in there." 

Stephanie smiled as I put my hand gingerly down in the drain in the sink. 

She leaned into me, and began toying with my cock as I wiped around down there, and I got to panting.

Stephanie even twisted the mousetraps that were attached to my cock and balls, and I cried a little, but I was soooo horny.

Stephanie put her other hand on the switch. 

"Think, darling, of how your hand and wrist would be mangled if I flick this." 

I began to panic, and Stephanie moved her hand away from the switch and stroked my hair. Her other hand was still playing with my stiff cock and balls, and I was oh, so horny.

"I feel like playing with your dick till you cum, I'm so proud of your work here in the kitchen." she crooned. 

"Why don't you keep cleaning down in the disposal, and I'll play with your wee-wee..." her fingers toyed with my cock again and I began to pant. 

But then I saw her finger moving toward the switch again, and I began pulling my arm out of the disposal. Steph noticed this and yanked her hand away from my cock. 

"Don't you trust me? You must know I don't want to mangle your hand, darling...it would be the ultimate domination though." she reflected.

"Why don't you keep pulling all that crap out of the disposal honey-bun...and trust me" 

Stephanie stroked my cock some more, and I gingerly put my hand back down in the disposal, and all of a sudden she flicked the switch, there was a brief grind, and she flicked it off. But I hadn't moved my arm.

"That's trust...I am so proud of you!" Stephanie smiled.

"But what about my orgasm?" I asked. Stephanie slapped my face hard." Get your hand out of the disposal and clean the rest of the kitchen. This is not about gratifying your disgusting desires!"

I whined I didn't want to stick my head in the oven to clean it. 

This because my schizophrenic grandmother committed suicide that way, Stephanie grabbed a spatula and whacked my ass, grabbing my hair and pushing me in there. I sprayed and scrubbed the stuff off, oh it was horrible.

Steph stood over me while I wiped the stove vents, the coils, and the counters.

She lent me her blow-drier to speed up defrosting the freezer, and she threw nearly everything away in my fridge...but I guess it had been there a while!

"Now you mix three tablespoons of baking soda and a quart of warm water, and we'll clean out the freezer with that, and then we'll clean the outside of the fridge with glass cleaner." 

Then came washing out the trash can. 

Steph didn't like the job I did at first, so she knocked all the mousetraps off my nipples and crotch area. 

I sobbed, but I cleaned the trash can out better. Fortunately, she then put the mousetraps away.

I had a real aversion to cleaning the bathroom, and Stephanie got quite annoyed with me.

She took off her sweater, and under it she was wearing a tiny white T-shirt that poked out her marvelous breasts, and she threw me down on the bathroom floor and stood over me. 

With the T-shirt tucked into the tight jeans and the high boots, one hand on her hip, I felt like I was being threatened by a biker girl!

"I want you to get your head into the toilet and look at the mess in there!"

Stephanie ordered me, pushing my neck into the commode. 

"You make me sick. Who the hell cleans like this?" 

It was true that the john had not been cleaned in some time, and there was dried puke from where my housemates had drunkenly thrown up in there the night before.

"I want you to lick it out." Stephanie pushed my head further in. "NOW!" I began trying to pull my head out.

"Ma'am, please don't make me do that." I whined. "All of Doug and Chris and Travis's puke.." 

As Steph pushed my head in further, she took her other hand and grabbed the cane and began whacking my up turned butt. WHACK! WHACK! 

"Get your damned head in there! Lick it out NOW!" I resisted, but kept feeling her grip on my neck, and the cruel cane slashing my chubby buttocks. 

Then I felt Stephanie's boot kicking my butt, but I kept my mouth closed.




Pain of the Goblin



Finally, Stephanie pulled me out of the toilet and ordered me to lie on my side on the bathroom tile. 

My cock was rock hard throughout all of this, and Stephanie stepped on it. Ohhh! The pain was just unbelievable, and as her heel ground the glans of my penis into the tile I screamed and cried. 

"Now are you going to lick out the toilet, or am I going to cut your dick off?" Stephanie asked with gritted teeth.

In the end, it didn't taste all that bad. I think Travis ate French Fries for lunch yesterday!

Steph got the cane and began whacking me as she gave further instructions on cleaning the bathroom. 

"Now WHACK WHACK spray the shower, yes and scrub the tub HWACK WHACK WHACK! That's not clean enough, darling scrub harder, do I have to hit your balls? WHACK WHACK SMACK! 

Now we're going to clean the mirror, the light fixtures...you seem like you're slacking, Goblin!"

All in all, it was quite a day! When everything was finished, Stephanie marveled at the beauty of the clean house, and stuck her tongue down my throat. Then we made love!

But of course, I still wasn't allowed to cum...and that's hard, guys! 

Try not cumming when you're pushing your dick (denied 3 months) in a tight little pussy like Miss Stephanie's! 

She left, and I took a cold shower, and tried not to touch myself.

11/4/05

"You know I don't like those kinds of jokes, Goblin." Stephanie said, looking at me severely. "It's degrading to women, and offends guys sometimes as well." I looked nervously at our friends, Adam and Martha and Derrick and Jolene.

Yes, last night Steph acted up again. 

I had so hoped that we'd have a nice dinner with our friends, and she could just be a normal girlfriend, and not humiliate me as she'd done on so many occasions. I'd warned Steph that these were vanilla people and that I couldn't get exposed, but there was so little hope.

Stephanie had spend most of the afternoon teasing me, milking my cock slowly and joking about how she'd like me to serve our friends their drinks while dressed in a pink tutu.

Oh, and as I gasped, praying that she might let me cum (no such luck) I thought, certainly she's not going to act up this time.

But with Stephanie you never know! 

Once at a picnic at my church, she gathered a jar of crickets, wasps, bumblebees and a garter snake or two, and she forced me to put my dick in it in front of everyone, I cried and screamed and it was quite a horrible situation!

Another time, we were on vacation, and Stephanie stripped me naked and tied me to a chair in the hotel room, and went for a walk. 

The maid came in to clean, and Steph had left a HUGE tip for her, and so she made amused conversation with the blindfolded, bound, nude man cowering in the corner! And that was at the Mayflower Hotel!

But tonight she'd PROMISED...

Oh my God, I thought, as I watched Stephanie stand up from where she'd been sitting on my love seat, entertaining our friends, to go and get the cane from behind the piano.

"No, honey, please, our friends don't have to know about..."

"I'm sick of your attitude, and your filthy mouth!" Stephanie said loudly, and she clicked her heel. 

"Take off your clothes now." Martha gasped, and almost dropped her Cosmopolitan. 

"Look, um, Steph, we can come back later." Jonathan protested, but it was too late.

"Please, darling...lets do this anther time...she's just kidding." I looked at our friends with panic in my eyes. 

But she was implacable. 

She tossed her gorgeous raven hair, and bent the cruel rattan cane. "Goblin, you don't know what I'm going to do if you are going to be more disobedient.

You said recently that you wanted to be more obedient, and by God, you're going to learn how!"

Jolene chortled, and Adam looked at me in astonishment.

My lower lip trembling, I stripped naked in front of all these people who knew me--Adam was my racquetball partner and a fellow Rotarian, Jolene was a fellow broker in my office, and oh, the humiliation.

But what could I do?

After I'd removed my clothes and folded them carefully, I stood in front of Stephanie and my friends, stark naked. 

My cock, of course, hardened immediately. Martha looked at it with a repulsed look like I've never seen.

"Isn't he revolting?"

Stephanie asked, and lightly hit my right nipple with the tip of the cane. 

"Check out that pot-belly, girls. Think, Gobby, you'll never see these people naked. but they've now seen you in the nude, like you're a child whose humility is irrelevant. It's funny in a way." Steph laughed, and to my horror, Jolene and Adam giggled as well.

"Look at this dick of yours...it's erect!" 

Steph looked at my hard cock, as did everyone else in the room. I was blushing terribly. 

"I want you to lose your erection before I punish you, or I'm going to make you lose it!"

Steph tapped her cane in her lovely palm. I tried to think of baseball scores, changing a tire, one of my uglier mothers, but it stayed stiff.

The humiliation was exciting me, and also, Stephanie is so beautiful! Staring at her always made me so enthralled!

Steph was wearing a tangerine colored velvet tube top with one of my Brooks Brothers blue shirts over it, but opened.

Her "peanuts" poked through the top evidently. She tapped her cane against her short pleated skirt, and smiled at me.

"Can't you get your mind off of sex at all? What is it, do you wish Marsha here would fuck you? Or Jolene?" 

"It's Martha." Martha volunteered shyly. 

My God, I thought, standing there with my dick swinging. Steph barely knows these people, they've been friends of mine for five years or more. How can she do this to me?

Steph got up close to me, and looked at my cock critically. "It's not a big dick,but it's certainly offensive. 

Well, I guess I'll have to calm it down then." Stephanie smiled sweetly at me. "Now put your arms behind your back like I've trained you.

"Like I've trained you." Adam whispered to Jonathan derisively. 

My friends were making fun of me! I blushed harder, and put my hands behind my back, and grasped one wrist with the other hand. "Good boy." Steph said pleasantly.

"Now I'll get you to calm down!" 

Steph called out, and raised the cane over my dick. WHACK! The cane came down hard on my glans and I screamed, but I didn't let go of my wrist, I just bent over, gasping. 

"All right, stand up, let's see..did it calm down?"

Steph said, examining it. My cock was still half-hard, but she began toying with it, rubbing her finger on the underside, and of course, the soft thumb with the long manicured magenta nail got my dick nice and hard again.

Part of the problem, of course, is that I haven't cum since the 6th of July.

It's especially hard when you think about the fact that I am forced to keep my hands off of my dick by my own volition, and God, watching the hot girls in the street, rubbing up against the secretaries in my office.

Unfortunately I live near a junior college, where young women in tube tops and jean shorts are always coming and going. So I'm always in a state of horniness.

Stephanie always wears hot clothes whenever she's around me, or really cute lingerie. Stephanie comes over two or three times a week, and when she's not punishing me, she's teasing me, tying me to beds, hassocks, kitchen tables, etc. and stroking and pulling my dick for hours.

She also calls me during the day and gets me to go in the bathroom and jerk my dick on and off while thinking of her, and that's so difficult. 

So my balls are always quite full! And my poor dick has constant stimulation because I am only allowed to wear silk shorts and they are so smooth.

"Well, apparently your dick isn't getting the message." 

Steph said with a rueful smile. "It needs more training, nest ce pas?" WHACK WHACK

The next two lashes with the cane caused me to let go of my wrist and grab my dick and fall on the floor, gasping. "Oh dear...did you make a messie?" Steph looked down, and Jolene and Adam gasped. I had peed on the rug!

This was because of Steph's bladder training. 

You see, often when Stephanie is in my house, I am not allowed to use the bathroom. I have to hold all the pee and poop in for hours, and beg her, sometimes bribing her with cash to get her to let me go to the bathroom.

Once I was writing "I will not serve Stephanie cold coffee" 5,000 times, and was not allowed to get up until I finished, and I had to shit all over my chair!

Steph took me out in the yard that night and hosed me off, laughing.

The worst times were when Stephanie would order me to not go to the bathroom all day, and I had to go to WORK.

Steph would often accompany me, reading her old-fashioned Booth Tarkington novels while sitting in the office, and she'd watch me squirm uncomfortably as I worked at my desk.

Whenever I went to the lavatory to wash my hands, Steph would time me, and often pull my dick out and hold it, to see if I'd emptied it...

Yes, this was awful...and more than once I'd peed my pants there in the office, and then of course Steph had caned me, and pointed out my urination to my employees!

Now, Steph looked at the mess on the floor. I hoped she wouldn't order me to lick it up...and she didn't, but she slammed the cane repeatedly on my shoulders until I stood up. 

"Now go get a towel, and finish doing your bathroom duty in the bathroom." Oh God Bless! I got to pee and poop, and then ran back into the living room to clean up my pee, my friends holding their noses somewhat disgustedly.

"So now your erection is gone, thank God, and we can move on with your punishment, Goblin"

Steph noted, and indeed, I had little interest in getting excited again!

"Now step over here and bend over the piano bench. NOW" Steph ordered. I bit my lip and tears came into my eyes, but I obeyed, bending my naked body over the chilly wood of the bench.

I did notice the contemptuous looks on the faces of Martha, Adam and Jolene.

Jonathan just looked fascinated. Stephanie bent her cane again and smiled at the guests.

"You see, if Gobby wants to act like a child, it's incumbent upon me to treat him like one.

And jokes like the one he told aren't even funny...just stupid." Stephanie raised her cane and brought it down hard against my bare bottom.

WHACK! The slash was incredibly painful, as my ass has just been getting over the savaging it had during our "housecleaning" a few days ago. 

Oh, God, there's her arm again WHACK! WHACK! As the cane made a cruel connection with my bare bottom, I felt my crotch bouncing cruelly into the piano bench, and I was worried I might get a black-painted splinter in my dick or stomach.

WHACK! I gritted my teeth. WHACK WHACK! I closed my eyes.

I made up my mind I wasn't going to cry no matter what, but oh, it hurt. Stephanie smiled and winked at Adam. "

The Goblin never learns. but I keep teaching him!" Stephanie lifted the cane again and landed it right on the sensitive spot where my thighs meet my buttocks. WHACK! I screamed, and then began to weep loudly.

"Crybaby, isn't he?" Stephanie asked in a friendly way. "But he can't keep from telling offensive stories. It's a real problem." 

Stephanie lifted the cane again and slapped it across my thighs, my calves and up towards my buttocks again and I sobbed and sobbed.

Finally, she got me to stand up in front of the group again, tears coursing down my cheeks. "Now why don't you apologize for telling those filthy jokes, honey." Steph smiled, and bent her cane again.

I bit my lip, standing in the nude in front of my friends. My cock was starting to get excited again, but the rest of me was mortified.

Wanting to die, seeing the contemptuous, horrified looks of Adam, Martha, and Jolene, and the hypnotized gaze of Jonathan, I blushed and said.

"Sorry I told the uh, off-color joke." It was more of a mumble, but it was truly the best I could do.

"Hey man, um that's cool" 

Adam tried to smile, and it looked like he wanted to drag Martha out of there, and Jolene was just weirded out. I hoped this would be good enough for my Electric Stephanie.

WHACK! I felt Steph's cane lash my buttocks and I bounced and roared. 

"That was pitiful. Try to show what a pathetic little slave you really are...something along the lines of, 'I am not manly enough to tell such jokes, and I want to be forgiven for trying to be so macho' 

Can you do that, or must we put you have to go across the piano bench again."

I burst into angry tears.

This was outrageous. 

I knew Steph wasn't really upset about the jokes, she'd been telling even more of them than myself. Filthy jokes that girl knows. I should've known that she just wanted my friends to see me as the pitiful creature that I was--and I could see Adam's dumbfounded stare as he saw hot pink polish on my toenails from the last time Stephanie had me go in drag and hang out on the town.

Oh, wasn't that horrible...sucking off all those soldiers in the men's restroom at Badlands in D.C. 

And then Steph had given me a vicious tawse whipping because I'd gotten runs in my stockings from kneeling on the wet tile floor of the Badlands restroom.

I remember breaking a heel walking home in the rain and how Steph made me take it in my mouth and fellate it. Oh she was so cruel to me that night.

But now it was even worse! She just didn't think I was enough of a big boy to enjoy telling jokes and being a regular person.

But I knew I didn't want to go over the piano bench again. Steph whacked me on the butt again. "Now tell them that you are a pitiful little boy who will only tell knock-knock jokes from now on."

I tried to open my mouth to say this, and I couldn't. I just couldn't. I did four years in the Marines, with another eight in NROTC, it wasn't going to happen. I bit my lip, and Stephanie tapped her foot.

"Well, apparently you just haven't gotten enough of a lesson in obedience yet." Jolene jumped up. "No, please, it's okay, Stephanie. 

Let's just let it go, and let Goblin put his clothes on, I mean, he's naked in front of his friends, he's covered with welts, let him get dressed and then we'll just relax, and no more jokes."

It was evident that Jolene thought she was negotiating with a madwoman. Steph snorted.

"No, no, Jolene. Gobby's lost his clothing privileges for the night. We're going to socialize till eleven or twelve tonight--the night's young! But after I've finished punishing Filthy-mouth here, he's going to spend the rest of the evening with his nose in that corner" 

Steph pointed a magenta nail to the corner of the living room, and my heart sank.

I couldn't imagine it, ruining my nice evening with my friends by facing the lonely corner, and feeling embarrassed as my butt was on display for the rest of the night. I'd spent so many hours standing in various corners of my house, and Stephanie's apartment, and sometimes for HOURS. 

Needing to pee, wanting to shit, and my legs feeling like I had ten pound weights attached to them. Why couldn't she let it go now? But I could see the glint in Steph's eye. She really wanted to cause me some pain now!

"Across the piano bench again, honey." 

Steph smiled sweetly, and I shook my head, and then felt her grasp my nipple and drag me to the piano bench, and push me across.

Stephanie went to the bedroom while I lay across the piano bench silently.

My friends talked amongst themselves curiously, but none bothered to speak to me. 

"Pretty weird huh?" I tried to joke, but Adam and Martha and Jolene just ignored me and chatted, as if I were an irrelevant servant in the room. Jonathan just sat in silence, still staring at me. Was he erect? I couldn't believe it, but I thought I saw a poke in his pants.

As experienced a cocksucker as I am, with evil Steph's tutelage, I am trained to spot these things.

Stephanie came back in holding a short stick with a long thong on it, and I bit my lip again. Her scourge!

"Now you'll see something" Stephanie said to my friends, pleasantly. 

"This is Goblin's scourge...I only use it in serious instances, because he's such a baby." "I've never seen one before" said Jolene. Steph handed it to her to examine. 

"The scourge was used a lot in the old times, and is referred to in the Bible, you know." Steph said conversationally, as Jolene swung it experimentally, nearly grazing Martha's leg. "In Proverbs 20:30 in the Bible they refer to flogging as a way to cleanse evil and wash the heart." 

Steph said," and the very devout flogged themselves to drive off fleshly temptations...it's what I do to work on Goblin here." Stephanie took the scourge and swung it lightly. "As you know, Jesus beat the gamblers in the temple with a scourge--it was in the book of John." I had had no idea that darling Stephanie was so up on her Bible quotes!

Stephanie felt the 

thongs of the scourge lovingly. "This scourge is a Roman item, called a Scorpion.

As you can see, it's got five long leather thongs and inserted in each leather strip there are little sharp pieces of metal up and down, like the string of an abacus. Many scourges like these are called flagrums, but the Scorpion is especially interesting because it has these little hooks at the end of each leather thong."

I looked up in horror. 

I was accustomed to the scourge...at first Steph had used a regular scourge without any little metal things, and then she'd ordered a flagrum,or flagellum, with the metal pieces up and down the thongs...but what was this? HOOKS?

As Stephanie swung the Scorpion around, she serenely went on with her history lesson, and truly, Adam and my other friends were fascinated. Jonathan appeared to be drooling. 

"When punishing a criminal, they limited it to thirty-nine strokes, or as they said in Deuteronomy, 'Forty less one'. But of course I'm not limiting myself to that. Perhaps eighty less one." Stephanie said to herself.

Adam looked concerned. "But Goblin didn't do much wrong, Stephanie. He just told a dirty joke, honey. You could kill him with that thing. 

Those hooks look like they could rip his skin off." Stephanie looked severe. "Now Gabriel, my lad. You know there's a slippery slope. 

My brother Tunstall, Tunny for short, used to steal cookies from the jar, and Mum let it go, and now he's doing life without parole for bank robbery and murder..." Stephanie shook her head severely. 

I groaned. Stephanie doesn't even have a brother. Tunstall is the name of her teddy bear!

"But it's just too much, you know?"

Adam was still my buddy, and he was trying to save me.

I guess he figured that if I was hypnotized into the S&M thing, he had to at least get me past this point without my entire body being lacerated by the evil Scorpion, with its zinc sharpies and hooks on the end. "Yeah, it's not safe, Stephanie" Joline chimed in.

Martha smiled and tried to take the Scorpion out of Stephanie's hand, and had her own hand slapped for it.

"You might really hurt him, and if we had to take him to the emergency room, there might be questions." 

Ah, Adam was threatening her. That might work, but I felt like I should now defend Stephanie. If she wanted to thrash me, it was up to her, but on the other hand, I was terrified.

"It's not that bad." All of a sudden, Jonathan's voice came out. We were all startled, because he'd not spoken since this nonsense had started, he'd just sat there with a dazed look on his face.

"I could take that thing on me, I bet, and if I could do it, Gobby could too." Jolene, Jonathan's girlfriend, looked horrified. Jolene was a friend of mine, and I understood she and Jonathan had only been dating a few weeks, and none of us knew much about him.

Stephanie looked at Jonathan with a new interest. She slowly ran a tongue across her upper lip and smiled at him, and he grinned at her dazedly.




Pain of the Goblin



"You'd be willing to prove this, Jonathan dearie?" Steph slapped the Scorpion in her palm, and winced a bit, because of course the little zinc pieces hurt. "Sure, of course Miss Step--I mean, Stephanie. If I can take it, Gobby can." 

Jonathan smiled at her.

Jolene freaked. "Wait a minute here. You're not going to let her hit you with that thing, Jonathan. You're--" Jolene waved her hand in front of Jonathan's face, but he just gazed at Steph dumbly. 

Now, Stephanie is very pretty, and quite curvy, but Jolene is a former model, and quite stunning. But for all her boyfriend's attention to Steph, you'd think Jolene was a Raggedy Ann doll that was covered with mud.

"Really, Miss Stephanie, I can take it, and I want Goblin to realize that-that you're doing this for his own good." Jolene sighed hard. "To think I was going to take you to meet my parents." Jolene burst into tears.

Steph smiled at Jonathan.

"Well, I'm hitting Gobby's bare skin with this thing, Jonathan. I hope you can take it, would you consent to taking down your drawers in front of everyone? It might change your um, relationship with little Joelle here--"

"JOLENE!" Jolene interrupted rudely. "Jonathan, if you go through with this, I'm leaving. And leaving YOU."

Jonathan didn't even hear her

. "Miss Stephanie, I will do better than that." Immediately, he began removing his clothes--all of them! In fifty seconds he was bare naked, standing in front of the astounded Adam, Martha and Jolene, who didn't move a muscle, despite her threats to take off.

From my position lying on the piano bench I saw Jonathan's body...he was tall and slender and I could see vague scars on his back, buttocks and thighs, and realized he was a genuine submissive.

Jonathan knelt in front of Steph, his eyes downcast. "What can I do to please you, Miss Stephanie?" Steph smiled widely. "Well, we do have the erection problem, AGAIN." 

And sure enough, Jonathan's dick was super-hard. Jolene was staring at it. I'll bet anything that despite her extraordinary good looks, Jonathan's schlong had never gathered that much interest before.

"I understand if you need to correct it, Miss Stephanie. You may do so with the Scorpion if I need it, ma'am." Steph stood back. 

"Well, no dear, I can see that you're not a newcomer to the S&M scene, but I think the Scorpion Flagellum Scourge would be a bit too damaging to your little--" 

Jonathan looked into her eyes intensely. "No, ma'am...I can take it. My previous Master often had to correct my naughty penis."

"Oh, you had a male Master" Stephanie snickered, and Jolene looked as if she would faint. 

Adam and Martha just sat in horror at what their evening had become. A den of perverts! Stephanie shook her head. 

"No, no...I think I know more about the power of the Scorpion than you do, dear. But I will correct that naughty thing with my cane, and it will go down. Stand up!"

Jonathan stood up, obediently putting his hands behind his back. 

Stephanie surveyed his stiff erection as she laid down the Scorpion and picked up the bamboo cane. She lifted it. 

"Now this will make your darling wee-wee calm down, I think." WHACK!

Jolene burst into fresh tears. 

" I was going to marry him, Martha, he's an associate at Bulstrode, Carded and Weinburg..."

Stephanie looked at Jonathan's cock, and at Jonathan.

Nothing had changed. The dick was stiff as a rock. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Stephanie shook her head.

I was astounded, Jonathan stood there, and didn't make a noise. His dick bounced like a tiny diving board under the cane's slash, but it didn't seem to phase it.

Stephanie smiled, Adam looked green, and Martha, having had enough jumped to her feet and ran for the door. 

"Adam, are you coming?" Adam finally got to his feet, and gently led Jolene away too. 

She had lost all ability to speak at this point. Well, no. Her voice floated back from the hall. "I had picked out the china pattern. Boo-hoo-hoo!"

The door closed behind our former friends, and it was just me, Stephanie, and Jonathan.

"Alas, no audience" Stephanie sighed.

"Wait, I just thought of someone who might enjoy watching this!"

Stephanie went into the bedroom and made a phone call. I didn't know what to say to Jonathan, and I was still lying over the piano bench, hoping and praying I might get out of my flogging.

Steph came back in, and there Jonathan was, still quite erect. "It seems to be the only disobedient part of you, dear." she said critically.

WHACK WHACK CRACK! Steph laid the cane about Jonathan's hard penis for about five minutes, and it just bounced and bounced. Certainly it was covered with welts and red marks by now, but it didn't seem to be receding at all.

"Part of this is your fault, ma'am." Jonathan said, smiling. 

"You look so beautiful tonight, and I am overcome by you." Steph smiled, and put down the cane, to my relief. Really, compared to Jolene, Stephanie isn't that hot--she has a slight overbite and a little cellulite. Not much! But I was astonished at how appreciative Jonathan seemed to be. She did look good that night.

Steph had changed her clothes while making the phone call, and was now in a lavender lame minidress. Apparently, she wanted Jonathan to have a treat. 

"Well, I just don't know what to do about Mr. Happy there." she indicated Jonathan's penis. "What about the Scorpion, ma'am?" Jonathan asked shyly.

"You are a sweet young man...what are you, twenty-six? That Jolene is a cradle-snatcher if I ever saw one." Stephanie said, laughing. 

"But no, the Scorpion might really injure your poor wee-wee, and you might want to use it again. Here, let me give you a few lashes on your back so you'll see. No, Gobby, you don't have to get up from the piano bench, you look cute there."

Stephanie pointed to the armrest of the sofa. 

"Bend over that, dear, and you'll understand soon."

Jonathan bent over, his white ass shining in the lamplight. Stephanie lifted the Scorpion. 

"I rarely give a sub more than two or three of these, as it usually wipes him out. I haven't even TRIED the Scorpion on sissy-boy over there." 

I blushed hotly. 

It wasn't my fault I didn't want to have hooks ripping through my skin! Stephanie lifted the Scorpion and slashed it across Jonathan's buttocks. I closed my eyes and waited to hear his scream, but there was nothing.

I heard the whisk of the Scorpion land two more times, and nothing. I opened my eyes and looked at Jonathan's face. It was very white, and he evidently was in a great deal of pain. 

He was biting his lower lip, and there was a little bit of blood there, but nothing compared to his heinie. 

Jonathan's buttocks, upper thighs and lower back were a maelstrom of red bloody streaks, welts and weals,and Stephanie was trying to free the Scorpion from one cut. She pulled the handle, but the hook was embedded in Jonathan's skin. 

Finally she ripped it out, and I closed my eyes again.

I heard the whisk of the Scorpion two more times, and then Steph's voice, concerned" 

"Jonny darling, are you okay?"

I opened my eyes took one horrified look at Jonathan's rear, and jumped off the piano bench and ran to the bathroom, where I hurled.

"When you come back, Gobby, bring a towel for Jonathan's rear, would you?"

I brought one of my late mother's clean white towels, cringing, and Steph gave it to Jonathan, who wiped his bloody butt off.

"I should probably put disinfectant on that..."

Steph said, but Jonathan shook his head, smiling.

You could tell that he had gone through a great deal of pain from the hooks of the cruel Scorpion. 

He was sweating, and he'd bit his lip quite a bit. His skin was gray now, but Jonathan was smiling, and indeed he had not uttered one word or shriek. "Jonathan, I am very proud of you," Stephanie said, hugging him,

"But I am not going to use the Scorpion on your thingie." 

Jonathan looked terribly disappointed. "But you are in for a treat." Stephanie said kindly, noting that Jonathan's dick was still quite hard.

"I have a friend who is coming over to entertain you, dear heart."

Steph looked at me and at the Scorpion. "No, Stephanie" I said loudly. 

"I am not at that level of masochism. Forget it." Stephanie shook her head, smiling, and tossed the Scorpion in a corner. 

So the three of us sat around and smoked a joint until my doorbell rang, and in came three Black men, about six feet tall each. 

They whipped out their dicks, and sadly, Jonathan and I were pressed into service. Jonathan is a much better cocksucker than I am, and he's welcome to the talent! I still had to do quite a bit of it!

It was quite an evening, and at the end, Jonathan went home with one of the rougher of the Black Masters, which gives me the impression that he and Jolene are done. But certainly he seems happier this way.

I am happy too, despite my humiliation in front of my colleagues...mostly because I didn't have to suffer the lash of the Scorpion! 



Pain Relief



Since I was twelve or thirteen, I'd been fantasizing about fucking my mother. Just like every other kid, huh? Well, the good Lord was obviously smiling upon me last week, because I actually got to do her. 

See, unlike my older sisters, I didn't go off to college right after I finished high school. I had decided to work awhile first and save some money. Then I'd go off to school. Besides, I figured Mom could use a little help paying bills and everything. Well, that was 4 years ago, and I was still there. Now, at 22, I was making pretty good money working at a travel agency. I guess I've gotten complacent, but that's beside the point. I will eventually move out of the house. Whether it's to school or to my own place, I don't know yet. 

Mom is 46. She and Dad have been amicably divorced for about 10 years now, I guess. We still see him at holidays and everything. He remarried shortly after the divorce and moved about 3 hours away from us. Mom hasn't remarried; she hasn't even had a serious relationship, that I know of, in the past ten years. She's not unattractive. She has, in fact, very beautiful features- nice, long, brown (if slightly graying) hair, pretty eyes, and an infectious laugh. And a killer set of breasts, I must add. She has let herself get bit overweight, but I still think she's the prettiest mom on the planet. 

So, we have a pretty boring life. We both work during the day, come home, eat dinner, and watch TV. Occasionally, I'll have a date, or go out drinking with the boys, but I try not to do this too often. I feel too guilty leaving her alone. 

It was on a night that I'd been at the bar, having a few drinks, that all of this occurred. I got home around one in the morning or so, a little tipsy and ready for some serious sleep. I walked up the stairs, removing my shirt. After stopping at the bathroom to take a REAL long leak, I was passing Mom's room on the way to my own. From inside her room, I heard something strange. 

It sounded like moaning. No, not THAT kind of moaning, you perverts. It sounded like Mom was actually in some serious pain. 

I knocked lightly on her door. "Mom, are you okay?"

"What?"

"I said, are you OK?", opening the door. I stuck my head inside to see. 

She had her reading light on and was sitting at the edge of her bed, vigorously rubbing her lower right leg. It looked as if she had been crying. 

"I got a sleep cramp in my leg, and it won't go away," she said painfully. 

"Do you want my help?" I offered. 

"If you don't mind. I've tried everything-- stretching, getting up and walking around the room, rubbing it myself. Nothing works, goddamnit." 

"Here," I said, kneeling down beside the bed. "Let experienced hands take care of it." I had long been acknowledged as the undisputed massage master. 

As I knelt, I glanced at her more closely, hoping to catch enough of a peek of something to fuel a masturbation session before I went to sleep. She was wearing a long T-shirt, panties, and nothing else. The light from her reading lamp caused enough of a silouhette for me to clearly make out her breasts, as they rose and fell with each breath. 

I pulled her foot into my hand, propping it up on my thigh. Without raising my head, so as not to be obvious, I looked up between her thighs to the crotch of her panties. I could swear that I saw a few curly hairs sticking out. I developed an immediate hard-on. 

I started to rub her calf muscle first, kneading and pulling with a strong but gentle touch. I had to admire her legs. I hadn't really ever noticed them before, but they were really nice. 

"Is this OK, is it helping yet?" I asked.

"Mmmm, just keep it up, please," she said. 

For about five minutes, I rubbed her tightened calf muscle in silence, until it had relaxed a little. The whole time, I kept taking peeks at her mound, wishing I could reach out and feel it. 

"All better?" I asked, looking up. 

She almost looked disappointed. "My thigh... my thigh hurts too." 

"Yeah, I hate leg cramps," I said agreeingly. "We'll take care of it."

I placed both hands on her thigh, just above the knee. I started to rub and was amazed at how tightly her muscle had locked up. No wonder she'd been crying. That had to hurt like a bitch. 

She had been breathing heavily and sighing the whole time, much like we all do when we get a massage. As I started to inch my way up her thigh, her breathing became even heavier. I hadn't planned on going more than 3 or 4 inches above her knee, but her entire leg seemed to have been cramped up. Soon, I was rubbing no more than 2 or 3 inches from her pussy. I thought my dick would burst out of my jeans at any second. 

Her muscles had all relaxed, and I could tell that her cramps had gone. I decided to keep rubbing for a minute, though. I could tell she was enjoying this and, also, I wanted to try to let my hard-on go away before standing up in front of her. 

As I continued rubbing, her breathing deepened even more. It changed somehow. If I hadn't known any better, I'd say it sounded like she was starting to get turned on. I know I sure as hell was. I didn't want this to end. 

I "accidentally" let my massaging hands brush up against her panties once or twice. Each time I did this, she drew in a sharp intake of breath. All I could think of was how much I wanted to fuck her. Another minute, and my dick was going to erupt inside my pants. 

I looked up at her. She was looking down at me, her mouth slightly open, as if she was about to say something. Her cheeks were flushed. Damn, she was fucking hot. I didn't care anymore. I didn't care if she kicked me out onto the street, I didn't care if she had me arrested, I wanted this too much. I needed this too much. I hadn't gotten laid in close to three months, and I know Mom hadn't even been on a date in well over a year. I was going to take my chance. 

Putting my one hand on her other thigh, I pushed her legs apart and immediately drew my face to her crotch, licking her panty-covered pussy. 

She immediately tried to push my head away, saying, "What are you doing? You can't do that, it's wrong!!" She said it with absolutely no conviction, however. It was as if she didn't want me to stop. So, I didn't. 

"No, baby, don't do this... we can't," she murmured. I knew she didn't mean a word of it. The smell of her sex, inches from my nose, gave her away. She relented. 

Her hands stopped trying to push my head away, and began pulling me to her, grinding my face into her satin shrouded cunt. I couldn't believe this. I was actually fooling around with my mother!!

I was licking all over her panty crotch. She began thrusting to my mouth, humping my face. 

"Oooh baby, that feels soooo good!!," she panted. "I love you so much!"

I, being more than slightly occupied, couldn't respond. I began to taste her through the fabric, so delicious. Out of all the pussies I'd ever eaten, this one was the best, and I hadn't even really started eating her out yet! She was moaning and bucking her hips, obviously enjoying this treatment more than the massage. 

She took my hands from her thighs and placed them on her breasts, saying, "Let's see how those magic hands feel on mommy's tits."

I began squeezing her round knockers, pinching and tweaking each nipple through her shirt. I had to get her naked!!

I took my face away from her cunt. Looking up at her, I said, "I've always wanted to do this to you."

She began to talk dirty, which excited me even more. "What, you've always wanted to eat mommy's pussy out? Do you want to fuck mommy's pussy, too? Do you want me to be your little fuck whore?" With that, she pulled my face to hers and jammed her tongue into my mouth, swirling it around until it found mine. We deeply french kissed for a minute or two, and I reached down to pull her shirt off of her. She lifted her arms over her head to assist. 

Once I got her shirt off, she said, "That's it. Take these fucking tits. Bite them and suck them. Mommy wants you to shoot your hot cum all over her fucking tits!" I couldn't believe the word coming out of my usually demure mother's mouth. 

Her tits were fabulous. I hadn't seen them since I was nine or ten years old. They were large, round, and soft. Her belly now had a bit more to it, and she had love handles now, but I couldn't have been hotter for her. I took one into my hand and squeezed it as hard as I could. 

"Ooh, yeah, baby. Mommy's a fucking whore. She likes it rough. Play rough with my titties!!" 

I nibbled on her nipple, and this drove her wild. She was grunting like a wild animal now. After playing with her tits for a while, I reached down into her panties to pet her hot muff. Sinking a finger inside, I felt how wet and open her hole was. I was sucking on her tits and fingerfucking her as roughly as I could. 

I wanted her panties off. I stood up and made her lay back. Lifting her ass up, I withdrew her panties, soaked with a mixture of her juices and my saliva, in one motion. As soon as her panties were off, Mom spread her legs before me, allowing me my first look at the cunt that bore me. 

She was beautiful. Puffy, red, glistening lips. Her bush saturated with her own cum. I dove back down there and began licking her swollen clit. 

"Yes, honey!! Mommy's baby likes my pussy!!" she screeched. She reached down and stuck a finger inside of herself. Bringing it back up to her face, she stuck the finger in her mouth and started sucking. She was such a horny bitch. 

I lifted her legs up onto my shoulders as I ate her cunt, this time without her underwear getting in the way. I licked my tongue up all the way inside of her and swirled it around, tasting every inch of her pussy. How could Dad be such a moron as to leave her? She was the hottest fuck I'd ever had!

"Unh, unh, uhh, ohhh, my, oh god," she was moaning. I had to pat myself on the back for turning this woman, who taught English for a living, to speak such gibberish. 

I lifted her legs up higher so I could have access to her ass. Her firm cheeks were beautiful. Even more beautiful, the puckered rosebud laying between them. I gripped her asscheeks in my hands, eating her cunt with fervor. I licked down into her asscrack now, and ran my tounge over her asshole. As I did this, she started shaking, trembling, and moaning even more. Her asshole tasted great, and I decided to slip a finger into it as I ate her. I teased my index finger over her saliva coated opening, working it inside of her a little ways. 

"Fingerfuck mommy's dirty ass, baby," was what I think I heard. 

I sucked her clit in between my teeth and drove my finger all the way up her butt. This was all she could stand, apparently, as her body rose up, stiff as a board, and remained locked that way for a second or two. 

"Aaaahhhhh, fuck," is what she called out as she came. 

With that, I stood up, my rock hard dick ready to receive some attention now. She lay panting, and when she saw the tent in my jeans, she sat straight up. Unzipping me, she helped me out of my pants. 

My dick jumped straight out at her. Reaching up and stroking it, she pulled it into her mouth. Goddamn, Mom could suck some cock!! She went at it like this was her last meal. The sounds of her loudly sucking me filled the room. I figured it was my turn to talk dirty now. 

"Yeah, suck my cock, you dirty little bitch. You horny slut," I said. I hadn't ever done this during sex before, and I gotta say, I enjoyed talking to her this way. 

She looked up at me as she sucked. I realized that I wouldn't last too much longer. Luckily, she let me out of her mouth. Mom then proceeded to rub my wet dick all over her beautiful face, jacking me off with her hand. I could only watch, amazed at what a fucking nympho Mom was turning out to be. Why hadn't I tried this years ago? Damn! 

I pushed her back onto her back. She once again spread her thighs for me, showing me her exhausted and abused cunt. "Fuck me now," she commanded. 

I lay down on top of her. I easily slid in (hey, three kids'll do that for ya) and was immediately in heaven. Although not as tight as many girls I'd fucked (not by a longshot), Mom was hotter and wetter than any other pussy I'd been in. My dick felt like I'd stuck it into a butterfilled, velvet box. 

We began kissing again, passionately. I thrust in and out of her, filling her with my cock. It felt as if I would fuck my cock all the was through her. Thrust after savage thrust brought me closer to orgasm. It was the most primal experience, fucking my own mother like animals do. 

She wrapped her legs around me to pull me in further. "Fuck mommy's pussy," she whispered in my ear. "Cum for mommy. Cum in me. Knock me up. Fuck me."

I couldn't stand it any longer. With a final powerful thrust, I pumped my load deep inside of her. As I did so, Mom's hot cunt clamped down on me, seemingly holding me there so I wouldn't pull out and abandon it. I collapsed on top of her. 

"I love you, Mom," I sighed, meaning it more than ever. 

"I love you, too, baby."

I slept inside of her that night. We woke up the next day and fucked again before we each left for work. Since then, we've spent just about every minute we've had together going at it like a couple of horny high schoolers. I wouldn't have it any other way. 

And to think, I owe it all to a leg cramp...



Pain Relief



This story was inspired, and contributed to, by a very special and wonderful woman. She of the red hair and green eyes. Without her, this story would not have been born. To her go my gratitude. And my love.

Enjoy.

Closing my office door, I sat in my desk chair, reached for the phone and dialled our number. After 3 rings I hung up, waited a few seconds, then hit the re-dial button, smiling as I remembered our agreement on this signal to let you know that I was calling.  I was aware of my increased heart rate and pulse throbbing in the side of my neck, as I waited for you to pick up the handset, and suddenly you were there. My face broke out into a soft smile, knowing you were on the end of the line, smiling back at me. You hated telephones, at least using them, speaking into them to strangers. This was why we had devised the code, so that you would answer when I called with no anxiety.

"Hullo, darling. How are you? How did it go?" You had been for a long treatment at the dentist, a root canal, intricate and painful, I had been worried about you all afternoon.

Your deep, throaty voice floated back down the line to me, a little slurred, but still able to make me shiver, every time I heard it. "I am fine, a lil' loopy, a lil' randy and only uncomfortable, not really in pain."

"Mmmmm what a delightful combination, loopy and randy. And no pain. Will I be allowed a very gentle, soft kiss?"

I heard you chuckle softly, making me shiver again. "Only if you are very careful, it is still very painful to the touch."

"Then I won't. I would hate to hurt you. I'll be leaving shortly, should be home within the hour, traffic and weather permitting. I just wanted to check you were ok."

"I'm fine love, drive carefully, I'll be waiting for you." You blew a noisy kiss down the phone, and I laughed at the thought of your numb face trying to contort into a kiss.

Just over an hour later, I was home, quickly closing the door on the cold outside, "Abi...darling, I'm home." I called, as I removed my coat, and gloves, and moved into the sitting room, where I found you sitting in an armchair, watching TV. You smiled lopsidedly up at me, as I bent to carefully take your poor swollen face in my hands and softly kiss your forehead, then knelt in front of you, gathering you into my arms.

"Mmmmmm," you murmured, snuggling back against me.

My arms tightened around you, holding you against me for a few moments. It still amazed me, how much pleasure it gives me, simply to hold you, feel you against me. 

After a few moments, I released you and leant back slightly taking in what you were wearing. I could see pair of slate grey satin panties, and a huge sweatshirt. I grinned up at you, "What on earth are you wearing child, its freezing outside, and you sit in here in your underwear?" Grinning more as my hands stroked the sweater, and dropped to gently finger the panties, "Not that I mind; the less the better"

"It's an old favourite set of mine, very soft, but one of the sets I've had for a long time and so very comfy." Smiling gingerly at me, you reached for the sweatshirt and lifted it to show me the bra, with your beautiful breasts, all but tumbling out of it.

Before you had a chance to cover them, I leaned in and softly kissed over your breasts, just along the edge of the bra, loving the way you moaned softly at my touch. I moved back again, looking up at you, chuckling softly. "You are so easy, woman. One kiss and you're moaning for more." You said nothing, but smiled and wiggled your eyebrows at me suggestively. 

I laughed happily at your expression, "Oh my, when you said you were feeling a 'lil' randy', you weren't joking. I'm barely through the door, and you are teasing me. I had no idea of the added benefits of anaesthetic. Shall we go sit on the sofa, you in my arms, curled up against me, so I can stroke you, make you shiver? You deserve some pleasure after today?" 

Taking a few moments to reply, I watched your face, trying to guess your next move, and when you spoke, I exhaled slowly, delighted with your choice. 

" I think..........I would prefer...........that you take me to bed, my darling Jen."

Trying to keep the pleasure from my voice, I replied, "I guess it would be best for you at the moment." I tried to sound reluctant, but the smile on your face told me I had failed miserably.

Remaining on the floor in front of you, I placed my hands gently on your thighs, slid my hands softly over your silky skin, following the curves, around the sides, and gently dipping underneath, then back towards the edges of your panties, lightly sliding my finger tips under the edge. As I looked up, I saw the delighted, if slightly painful smile on your face, telling me you like what I'm doing. You reached out and shaped my face with your fingers, scraping your nails over my scalp, making me shiver, and my eyes to briefly close.

Beneath my hands, I felt your thighs part slightly, and at that invitation, I bent my head, my lips brushing the skin, working up from your knees. My hands continued to stroke the outside of your thighs, as I leant closer to you, my body filling the gap now appearing between your legs. I heard you moan softly, "Oh! Mmmmmmmmmm," which made me smile, happy that I was making you feel better.

I stopped for a moment, looking up at you, frowning at the sight of the sweatshirt. "Take it off please love, I would like to see you." Smiling you did as I asked, and I sighed deeply at the sight of you as I sat back on my heels, my eyes roaming over you, taking in the hair, the twinkling eyes, and pouting softly at your poor swollen jaw. I wanted to kiss you so much, but I would not, I didn't want to hurt you. This was going to be a test of my control. My eyes roamed from your face, over your elegant shoulders, down soft clinging arms which framed your wonderful inviting breasts barely encased in that teasing satin bra; then on down past your ribs, over gently swelling hips, and then to my treasure, that wonderful prize, hidden in sexy satin panties; and finally your soft teasing hands resting lightly on my shoulders, as you watched me absorb the picture before me.

All the time, my hands were gently stroking and teasing the flesh of your thighs, moving inside, and moving closer and closer to your centre. I smiled at your moan, and then your frown as the arms of the chair restricted the movement of your legs.

"Yes, love," I agreed, "there's not enough room," and smiling I stood, but before you could follow, I slid one hand between your legs, and under your bottom, making you gasp slightly as my fingers slid over your moistening and sensitive lips. My other arm slid encircled your back, and in one movement, I lifted you from the chair, my first arm moving further under you so that my forearm was pressing firmly against your lips, with your legs hanging either side, the hand pressed firmly against your backside. I could feel your dampness on my arm, and an answering dampness between my own legs.

As I held you against me, you lifted your legs, lessening the pressure between them, and gripping my arm tightly. I could feel the heat against my skin and it brought surges of pleasure to my body, making me tingle. I smiled into your face, speaking softly, "How are you feeling now, my love?"

You smiled your lopsided smile, speaking softly, "Now I am very randy, and more than a little damp."

With your head resting on my shoulder, your arms around my neck, chuckling softly, I carried you to our bedroom, and as we entered, you moved your arm to close the door. 

Resisting the urge to ravage your mouth, I crossed the room to the bed, and gently lowered you onto it. As my arm moved from between your legs, my fingers gripped the waistband of your panties, drawing them down. You lifted your hips allowing me to remove them all the way, sliding them down your legs, and off your feet. As you watched me, I brought them to my nose and inhalee deeply, closing my eyes in delight at that special aroma.

I laid them carefully on the chair behind me, and after removing my boots and socks, moved to the bed, perching myself astride your hips, leaning my hands on the bed each side of your head, looking down at your face. For a while neither of us moved, and then your hands moved up to my sweater, sliding underneath. In my position, the sweater hung away from my body, giving you room to tease me. Your hands slid over my skin, up and down my sides and ribs, which you know just drives me crazy, making your eyes sparkle in delight. Then you softly moved your hands to my breasts, and cupped them, shaped them, over and round, making me moan, my eyes closing at the pleasure of your touch. 

"You have too much on love, take them off, please," you asked. I sat up and quickly pulled the sweater over my head to reveal my favourite soft, clingy black bra which fits like a second skin. Your fingers reached up again, and gently stroked, finger and thumb teasing and squeezing the nipples which were already hardening.

While your fingers worked their magic on my breasts, severely restricting my ability to breath, you spoke softly, looking directly into my face. "Not being able to taste them is going to drive me crazy, you know that don't you?"

I managed to focus on your face, despite the effect of your fingers, and replied, smiling softly, "Driving each other crazy is half the fun. I can't kiss you, so you have to have restrictions as well. Enjoy it."

Wanting to feel your fingers against my flesh, I managed to croak "Take it off, please," and you reached round to undo the clasp of my bra, slowly, oh so slowly, sliding the straps over my shoulders and down my arms. Your eyes caught sight of a movement as something fluttered down on the bed, and as you reached for it, and see what it is, you smiled sweetly as you softly fingered the small photograph of you that I carry inside my bra. "I had forgotten about this love. You still carry me with you?" 

I remembered your reaction when you first discovered I carried your picture there. You were very touched, told me it was sweet, and that the thought made you 'misty-eyed.'

"Every time I move, I can feel it lightly against my skin, it makes me tingle, to think of your face resting against my breast, not too close to the nipple, that would be asking for trouble, just tucked in the side, against the deepest curve, and where my arm can brush up against you all day, reminding me of your presence in my life" 

I took the picture from you, briefly kissing your face on the paper, and leaning over you placed it under the pillow next to you. As I leaned, your hands took possession of my breasts again, and begin to stroke, squeeze, knead, in ways that brought every nerve ending to attention, over my shoulders and chest, down my arms, my sides, and straight down my stomach to my pussy. Shivering slightly, I laid myself against you, your hands now trapped between us, and stretched my own hands around and behind you. You lifted your shoulders slightly, pushing your hands and breasts against me, as I released the clasp of your bra, and pulled it free from your body, revealing your breasts. Moving my breasts languorously against yours, nipple caressing nipple, I smiled lecherously down at you, growling in my best gangster voice, "OK, baby, you want me to fuck you or not?"

"Oh God yes!" was your breathless reply.

Now it was my turn to touch, as my hands, needing no bidding from me, reached for those soft mounds, and gently stroked the skin, my fingers sliding around them, echoing their soft shape, finger tips trailing over the skin producing goose pimples and delicious shivers and moans from you.  Slowly, so slowly, my movements came closer and closer to your nipples, and very lightly, I stroked a fingertip over each hard nub, delighting in the way you moaned softly, lifting your chest against my hands to increase the friction.

I took each one between my finger and thumb, rolling the hardness and gently squeezing. Your hands moved up my arms and urged my head downwards. Not wanting to disappoint you, I lowered my head, and engulfed one nipple and part of the breast with the heat of my mouth, sucking to draw the nipple deeper into me where I can tease it with my tongue, flicking back and forth over it.

From the pressure of your hands on the back of my head, holding me against you, I know you are enjoying this, and I briefly lifted my head to move to the other, not wanting it to feel left out. After a few minutes of attention, you were gasping and moaning, and then I felt your hands move to my face to lift my head, your eyes meeting mine. "Please darling... Jen ..... please. "

Seeing the need and the want, which matched mine, I rolled off you, on to my back, and reached for the button and zip of my pants, wanting all my skin to be touching yours. You turned onto your side to me, your hands stopping mine. "No. Let me." It was not a question, but a statement. You undid the button, and slowly slid down the zip, then, rising on your knees, you slid your hands inside and around cupping my hips, the heat of your touch almost burning my skin. As you eased the pants off my hips you looked into my eyes, smiling at me, pulling them down and off my legs and feet, throwing them carelessly to the floor. 

Then, as I knew you would, you turned the tables, and began to caress my thighs, as I had yours. Up and down, round and between, urging my legs apart, as you slowly dragged a finger over the crotch of my now very wet, black panties drawing a long hiss out of me, my hips surging involuntarily against your fingers. Your hands reached for my panties, and quickly pulled them off my hips and down my legs, throwing them to join my pants. Gathering my senses, before you had time to continue your 'attack', I quickly moved to you, and pushed you gently back on the bed, rolling my body to lie against your side, my thigh pushing between your legs, which forced yours between mine. Slowly I moved my thigh against your wet lips, and lowered my lips to your skin, kissing softly over your shoulders and neck, speaking between kisses, while your hands roamed over my back and hips. You replied to each playful question perfectly; you knew how to play the game.

"Do you want me to continue, darling?"

"Oh hell, yes!"

"Are you getting bored, my love?"

"No, getting hot."

"Tired?"

"Some, but not of this!"

"Hungry?"

"Yes, but you know for what, and it isn't chicken soup no matter what the old wives tales say!"

"That's good. So, you want to get fucked do you?"

"Oh yes, Jen, more than anything I want you to fuck me silly."

"I don't know if I can do 'silly', but I'll have a damn good try, at slow, long, deep, lovingly and whenever and however you want. Will that do?"

After a brief pause, and with a soft sigh, you made your answer, "Perfectly," and with a low moan of happiness, my hands and mouth resumed their ravaging of your breasts. 

I moved one hand down to lift your leg at the knee, gently pushing it to lie sideways, opening up your glistening pussy to me. I pushed my thigh firmer against you, moving it slowly back and forth against your lips, as my mouth continued to suck and lick your breasts and nipples and my other hand stroked over your hips, your belly, your sides, and reached down your thigh.

You began to moan now, very low, but definite, "Oh god, please love, I want, please." I lifted my head and looked at your face. It took all my will power not to move to your mouth, the urge to kiss and nuzzle you almost overpowering. Instead, I slid my hand under the pillow and retrieved the dildo I had left there. I held it up to your face, and whispered, "This love, or my hand? The choice is yours. Always yours."

Breathlessly, you replied, "Your hand. I want to feel you."

I smiled happily at you. I am delighted, I too wanted to feel you, deep inside you, and keep that feeling in my head and my heart. Dropping the dildo, not taking my eyes from yours, I whispered to you, "Keep watching me love, as long as you can".

You nodded briefly, and moaned as you felt my thigh replaced with my fingers, gently stroking your silky lips, occasionally dipping a finger into your growing wetness. "Yes, oh yes." you gasped, your hips moving against my fingers. Breathless with my own longing, I moved down your body, kissing your delicious skin as I went, licking and sucking your succulent flesh.

I moved on to my stomach between your legs, now spread wide, as wide as you can. I moved closer, not quite touching, breathing gently against your wet slippery folds, directing my breath against your clit, loving the way you shuddered. Using the fingers of both hands, I gently move the outer lips apart to reveal the deep red, luscious prize, and gently swiped my tongue from the bottom upwards to stop just before your clit. 

Your deep moan told me you liked what I am doing, as did the way your hips lifted to me at each movement of my tongue. Gradually I began to push my tongue inside, licking your walls, tasting your essence, loving every drop. At the same time, I gently stroked over your hard clit, but when your trembling began, and you gasped to me, "Please love. Please." I moved away from your clit and replaced my tongue with two fingers, entering you slowly and deliberately, twisting them as I fucked you.

Each movement of my fingers produced more and more of that delicious cream, which I used as lubricant, enabling me to withdraw my hand, and add another finger, pumping and filling you, and very soon another. 

My own breathing was becoming laboured now, as I slowly, carefully, deeply filled you and fucked you with four fingers. Filling you completely. I made my way back up your body, leaving my fingers inside you, ecstatic at the feel of your satin against my hand, taking one hard nipple in my mouth, matching the rhythm of my sucking with my deep pumping inside of you.

After a few moments of this dual assault, I lifted my mouth from you, your movements and trembling telling me how near you are to coming; your hips were pushing against my hand, driving me deeper into you, your moans and whimpers telling me you needed and wanted more. I whispered softly, asking. "All of it darling, do you want all of it?"

Gasping in your desire, you replied, "Please.... please all of it.... now..... please."

With a brief kiss on your breasts, I moved to my knees, taking my weight from your thigh and urged your legs wide apart, and reached for the lube at the side of the bed. I withdrew my fingers from you, and while coating my hand lowered my head to lick your lips, up one side and back down the other, inhaling your scent, marvelling at how open you are for me, how wet. 

Your hips are moving urgently as I returned my fingers to you, pushing the four back into you, so easily, gliding smoothly, as I resumed my pumping, matching the rhythm as you pushed against me. Once more, I heard you gasp, "Jen, please, more. Fill me". I withdrew my fingers, curled the thumb into my palm and with great care, and even greater love, slowly pushed against the soft, slippery, yielding tissues, and before I know it, the ring of muscle had given way. I am inside you.

As always, the feeling of being enclosed within you, your silkiness surrounding my hand, almost sends me over the edge. I closed my eyes, savouring the exquisite sensation, but forced myself back to you, your pleasure. Very slowly I began go twist my hand, and move it back and forth, just teasing your lips with my wrist. You trembled almost uncontrollably gasping, moaning, pleading, "Oh god, oh god, oh god, please Jen, please, FUCK ME!" 

My movements became firmer, deeper, my fingertips stretching to touch your cervix, scraping along the walls inside you, and as I curled the hand into a fist, and begin pumping, I lowered my head to take your hard nub between my lips and sucked on it deeply. Your hips lifted against me, a wail of ecstasy left your lips and you surged again and again, pounding yourself against my fist moving inside, your movements pushing me deeper and deeper into you. Your back arched in a final seizure of pleasure, and as my lips left your clit and moved up your trembling body to your breasts, your hands reached for my head and held it tightly against you. I could feel the pulsing of your sweet flesh against my hand, hear the pounding of your heart against my head, as your chest heaved, desperately trying to take in gulps of air and your body slid back to the bed.




Pain Relief



For a while, for a sweet passage of time we laid like that, my hand enclosed within you, your nipple in my mouth, and the feel of you against me. My delight was such, that for a while I have no comprehension of two bodies, just one softness.

Slowly reality returned, your breathing slowed, and wanting to hold you against me, I softly asked you to release my hand. I slid both arms around you and rolled on to my back, bringing you with me to rest against me, the length of your softness melting into mine, your head resting on my shoulder, my arms holding you tightly to me.

We are both so desperately wanting to kiss, but know we cannot, not yet, so you simply took my face in your hands and rested your forehead against mine, a gesture of such tenderness I was almost overcome, hugging you even tighter against me.

I took your hands in mine, and moving them from my face, placed them on my shoulders. With my arms around you, hands resting lightly on your hips, I began to talk softly. "When I was a little girl, my brothers and sister and I had a favourite story tape, called 'Plop the Owl who was afraid of the Dark'. In this story, Plop learns all about being an owl in many different ways, and finally learns about owl food. His catch phrase, every time he was fed a new food, and one which we all learned and chorused together as we listened, was... "Mmmmmmmmm, that was nice, what's next?" 

I held up my recently coated hand, between both our faces and slowly licked it, grinning at you. "To borrow a phrase from Plop, my darling Abi, "mmmmm that was nice. What's next?"

The End 



Pain Relief



Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to rozezwild for her editing to make this a better story.

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I got the idea the day before when I visited a sick friend at the same hospital. When walking the corridors, it occurred to me that there were a lot of females in the place, between patients, staff, and visitors. What better place to use my special talents than a hospital? I could maybe bring some pain relief to some of the patients, at least on a temporary basis, and maybe ease some of the tension for workers and visitors alike.

I had taken a little tour of the facility then and found that women patients were on every floor. Each floor was divided into two corridors running from the central nurses station in every direction, giving a total of eight corridors in each direction. Most of the corridors had rooms on one side only, with common use areas down the center area. Patients rooms were mostly two-bed suites and the rooms actually bore the numbers of the beds, instead of a room number.

With surgery and emergency room on the first floor, I decided to skip them and start on two. While in the elevator, I surrounded myself with a command block, radius of twenty feet in every direction, which would let people think I was a staff doctor and see nothing unusual about any thing I did. When I went by the large waiting room by the elevators, there were few people there. The nurses station was abuzz with activity so I went into the first corridor, beds 2201-2218.

I stopped right outside the first room and built a second command block to go with the first. It ensured that everyone in the block would cooperate, would have no qualms obeying my commands, would become very horny as soon as I entered, would pull their hospital gowns up to shoulder level at a nod of my head (or in the case of staff or visitors, would bare their bodies), would spread their legs when my hand touched her abdomen, would climax the instant I said "Eureka", and after I said "Eufalla" would relax their anal sphincter enough to take any finger or cock with exquisite pleasure and no pain.

The first bed was empty, as apparently its user just recently been discharged. The one by the window, 2202, was still occupied by a woman 38 years old and rather bedraggled looking. A quick search of her mind revealed that she was married, had 3 kids, and had just had surgery to remove a growth on her liver. She was in some pain even though she had a self-controlled injector for a pain killer.

When I nodded, she pushed down her sheet and pulled her gown up above her breasts, revealing a nice large pair of breasts, a belly with a little extra meat, and a nice little brown bush above two shapely legs. She was sporting a modest sized bandage where a small incision had been made for the operation. I leaned over and captured both of her jugs, rolling her flaccid nipples between my thumbs and forefingers until they became hard and rubbery, watching her face go from a frown reflecting her pain to a smile showing only pleasure. 

Pinching her nips lightly, I pulled them away from her body and said "Eureka!" Her face displayed shock first, then lust, and finally satisfaction. I began to knead her boobs and her right hand dropped between my legs and her open hand grabbed a handful of my balls, giving them a careful massage. I gave her a second, third and fourth climax while she worked that hand over my nuts and up my shaft. I suppose it could be considered a "mercy fuck" but I loved the feeling that we were both getting pleasure where she had been feeling pain.

I leaned over and whispered that she was a really sexy woman as my right hand traveled down her body, finally finding her crease. I sank my middle finger into the squishy opening as the pad of my thumb found her clit. The woman was soon moaning her pleasure through orgasm after orgasm while she tried to milk my now-exposed cock. By the time she had cum a dozen times as I repeated the trigger word, she had directed the streams of my milky white cum over her body and the hospital bed and she lay totally exhausted and feeling good. I pulled her gown down and the sheet up and bent over to kiss her.

Moving on to the next room, I found 2203 occupied by a wizened old lady whose face brightened considerably when she saw me. No doubt she didn't have many visitors. At a nod she pulled her gown up and I massaged her withered tits until she had cum three times and then I slid my hand down to her cunt. Seven more times she climaxed before I covered her up. She was already asleep with a smile on her face as I walked around to 2204.

The bed was occupied by a younger woman, just 23 years old and nearing discharge after having her tonsils removed. At my nod, she bared her body and I couldn't help but lick my lips in anticipation. I grasped her firm knockers and began to work them. Quickly I brought her to five cums; her hand found my crotch after the first. I moved my left hand down her smooth body and into her slit, where my middle finger found her wet opening and my thumb teased her clit, but after only two more orgasms, I said "Eufalla" and shifted my middle finger into her open anus and she continued to climax. A pretty nurse came in to check on her and stood across the bed fascinated by our actions. Finally after cumming almost constantly for several minutes, the woman was exhausted and I let her curl into a ball of satisfied flesh.

I went to the sink to wash up and returned to find the nurse still in the same position. I beckoned and she came around the bed. At my nod, she striped naked and I had her sit on the unoccupied foot of the woman's bed. When I raised her legs, she lay back without comment. I squeezed her tits and watched her through three cums. When I pulled out my dong and poked it at her slick opening, she smiled lopsidedly. I didn't bother to fuck her but just stood with my cock completely buried in her cunt. As she went through orgasm after orgasm, her kegel muscles worked at my shaft, sending great feelings to my fevered brain.

After she'd had several more climaxes, I said "Eufalla" and watched a puzzling look come over her face. I eased my cock out of her cunt and shifted to her anal valley, pushing it back into her. She was startled that it went in without pain, having never had successful anal sex before. This time I began to fuck her slowly, slow enough to say "Eureka" eight times before my balls spit out a fresh load of cum. I rested against her upraised legs until my cock finally plopped out of her slick tunnel and then sent the nurse, still naked, to get wet cloths to clean me up. The patient happily fondled my balls until the nurse had my cock squeaky clean again. I hugged and kissed both women and slowly wandered to the next room.

I took my time as I worked my way down the wing, fingering 17 of the 18 women patients to at least multiple orgasms. I also included all seven staff members, including 2 nurses, 4 nurse's aides, and 1 doctor, plus 6 visiting females. 

Two of the visiting women were with their husbands and another was with a boyfriend. The men watched me explore their partner's cunt and then joined me in a double penetration fuck. I used the ass hole of two of them and the pussy of the third ... that one may be pregnant now since she was in her fertile time and is not on birth control pills and her husband has a low sperm count.

After I had fucked the last nurse's aide, I had her walk naked with me to the nurses' station, where we found 5 other RNs, 8 new aides, 3 female doctors and 4 male doctors. All of them participated in the subsequent play ... and nobody complained of pain.

Not a bad day's work, I thought. Almost without exception, the patients had thanked me for taking their mind off their problems. I decided I would visit another wing the next day.



Pain Relocation



Most people hate going to the dentist. But not Matt. Not when the dentist was the sexy, middle-aged Dr. Maria Larusa, a dark-skinned, high cheek-boned gal of 53, a woman of Italian lineage and one of the most beautiful women he'd ever set his sights on.

Matt was a randy young man to say the least, always eager to bag older prey, counting them among the easiest of lays, wanting to hang onto their fleeting youth by pleasuring a younger man, like Matt. It was a philosophy that had served him well, gotten him laid many times, usually working his lines in bars and parties. Shagging a dentist would be his first, but the instant he visited Dr. Maria, as she liked to be called, he knew he had to. He'd been here once before, for a cleaning, flirting with her endlessly, she laughingly tolerating it, telling him he needed to return the following week for a filling in a small cavity she'd found.

He was doubly blessed this day. As he lay in the chair, accompanying Dr. Maria, looking up at her big brown eyes on that smooth face framed by shortish brown hair streaked with occasional gray, he saw her assistant walk in, Paula, a pretty 40-something blonde. He'd snag them both, he thought to himself.

"How are we today Matthew?" Dr. Maria smiled, Paula busying herself at the tray full of tools.

"Good, good, Dr. Maria," Matt smiled. "And I must say you look absolutely ravishing! Even in those unflattering baggy medical clothes, I can tell you both have great bodies, really great bodies. Be nice to get to know you a little better, if you don't mind me saying so."

"No, Matthew, we don't mind at all," Dr. Maria purred, winking at him and snapping on her rubber gloves, smiling at Paula, smiles evident even beneath their masks.

Matt smiled proudly. This was working out nicely.He imagined the sorts of things they could do in a dental chair and felt his cock stiffen watching the women move about the cramped space, especially when Dr. Maria loosened the top two buttons of her smock.

"Warm in here today," she said in a whisper. "You don't mind if I get a little more comfortable do you?"

Matt's dick stiffened more as he watched the cleavage of his dentist come into view as she leaned over him for something on the other side, warm and inviting, smooth brown flesh with just the slightest touch of sexy wrinkles of an older woman.

"Hell no, take it all off it you want!" he gushed bravely.

"Matthew, today we're going to try something a little different," Dr. Maria said, slowly shutting - and locking - the door behind her. "Uh, it's an alternative anesthesia."

"Really, what is it?" he asked, watching that splendid, full ass that was evident even in her baggy uniform pants.

"It's called 'pain relocation', she said. "I think you'll like it. Well, maybe not, but I know WE will."

Matt looked to one side, then the other, from Dr. Maria to Paula, a puzzled look on his face.

"Hell, sure, why not?" he shrugged with a goofy grin. "Pain at the hands of you two babes might be a little exciting, ya know?"

"We know," Paula giggled. "We know."

The women moved, suddenly lifting up arm and leg cuffs from under the dental chair to lock down Matt's feet and arms.

"What the..." he said, looking at his trapped limbs, then back at the women. "Wow...kinky...shit, yeah, bring it on!"

"It's simple, really," Dr. Maria said, unbuckling Matt's pants and slipping them down around his knees, exposing his half hard cock and balls, Matt's eyes widening and that smile getting bigger. "We simply relocate the pain from your mouth somewhere else."

"Holy shit, holy SHIT!" he said, watching his cock go fully stiff now as Paula's gloved hand lifted it out of the way and gently taped it to his belly, his balls full below that she then fluffed in her hands. "Fuck, ladies, whatever it is, I want some!

"Good, good," Dr. Maria cooed, smiling and forcing Matt's mouth open to probe at his ailing tooth with a metal pick.

The pain shattered his sexual existence as the tip hit the cavity sending white-hot sheets of pain coursing through his body and he screamed, struggling against his bonds. 

"Paula, pain relocation please?" Dr. Maria said over the whirring drill she now used on Matt's tooth, beads of sweat forming on the young man's brow, fear in his eyes, his cock shriveling beneath the surgical tape strapping it to his belly. "To the patient's testicles!"

He didn't see it but felt Paula's rubber-gloved hand come down in a fist directly into his exposed balls. He tried to scream again and did this time, but the noise of the drill drowned him out. Dr. Maria was smiling down into his terror stricken eyes as she worked the drill deeper into his tooth, all without Novocaine. She drilled and nodded to Paula every few seconds and the assistant, in between suctions of Matt's mouth, brutally punched her gloved fist into his unprotected balls. Finally, Dr. Maria stopped and pulled out of Matt's mouth. Tears ran down his face and he tried to speak. 

"Ple...no 'ore...no 'ore..." he babbled, unable to form whole words.

"Almost there, Matthew, now I'll just stuff that hole full of filling, you just hold still," Dr. Maria said calmly, as if nothing was out of the ordinary. "How's the alternative anesthesia working out, doesn't the pain in your testicles offset the pain in your mouth?"

She nodded to Paula who didn't punch his nuts this time, but grabbed them in her rubber-clad hand and squeezed so hard Matt strained against his arms and leg bonds, cutting his skin.

"I asked you a question, Matthew, is that better?"

He looked at Dr. Maria through teary eyes and nodded, anything to relieve the pain in his balls from Paula's crushing hand. The pretty brunette smiled down at him with her eyes.

"He's doing well, better than most of the men who flirt with us, Dr. Maria," she said.

"OK, then let's increase the dosage!" Dr. Maria laughed.

With that, she probed Matt's open tooth again, this time stuffing it full of filling and jamming it in with a metal hook. As she did, Paula slipped off her sandals and sat back on a stool at the end of the dental chair to lift her legs and ram both heels of her feet into Matt's bludgeoned balls. Again and again she hoisted her legs up and slammed them down again, the hard bones of her feet pummeling his punished nut meat over and over as Dr. Maria worked on his tooth. 

"Why don't you finish this up, do the burnishing of those rough edges, and I'll take over the anesthesia," the doctor told Paula.

Paula went to work inside Matt's moaning mouth while Dr. Maria methodically lifted Matt's flaccid cock away from his mangled 'nads. She used her other hand to caress and fluff up his battered ball bags, rolling the hard orbs of them under the wrinkly skin, feeling them in her fingers. She nodded to Paula who plunged her hand into Matt's mouth. And as he screamed from that pain, Dr. Maria casually squeezed down hard with her fingers, tugging left and right, twisting his agonized balls in her strong hands, pulling them apart and rolling them in her powerful grip.

"You're doing well, Matthew, very well!" she laughed. "Now then, let's show Paula a trick I haven't shown her yet."

She sat on the stool at the end of the dental chair and slipped her shoes off, extending her long legs up and putting her sexy, red-painted toes into Matt's tortured nut sacks, digging them into the flesh and with precision, pushing the meat up into their holes. Matt screamed around Paula's hand as the pretty blonde smiled.

"Nice technique, Dr. Maria, shoving his testicles up inside his body like that, that has to hurt quite a bit!" Paula laughed, completing the filling as she watched her boss's sexy toes practically make their patient's nuts disappear inside his body.

"Yes, indeed," Dr. Maria said as Paula finished her work and pulled her hands from Matt's mouth, the young man's head lolling side to side in agony. "And with my toes, I pull them back out again!"

Matt was practically out now, in so much pain, as Dr. Maria's talented toes clamped around the base of his crushed balls and wriggled, pulling none too gently, yanking the meat of his balls out of their hiding place. With one foot, Dr. Maria lifted Matt's agonized nut flesh out of the way and wiggled her incredibly long big toe beneath them, pressing into the space between his asshole and balls, making the young man moan and his cock stiffen again.

"I think a prostate massage would be a nice finish," the doctor said, holding her foot aloft for her assistant to squirt lubricant on, then moving it to Matt's puckered hole.

"No..no please, Dr. Maria, please!" Matt begged, watching in horror as she fit that long big toe into his virginal entrance.

"Nonsense, you've been such a good patient, we should allow you a little pleasure!" she laughed. "Paula, if you would..."

She nodded toward Matt's pre-cum oozing cock and Paula lay a gloved hand beneath the tip, palm up, as it twitched and Dr. Maria slowly inserted that big toe directly up Matt's ass.

"SHIT!" the young man screamed, watching the toe disappear up his butt, the tendons in Dr. Maria's sexy old foot dancing beneath her smooth, dark skin. "JESUS H. CHRIST!"

"Feels nice doesn't it, my toe nudging your prostate?" she laughed, wiggling the digit and making Matt feel as if his dick would explode at any second. "Doesn't it?"

"Shit fuck yes yes yes!" Matt babbled, unable to fight the feeling, marveling at how incredibly good it felt, looking down and watching the doctor's muscular calf flex and ripple as she pulled her pant leg up to hold her foot into place. "Goddam, doctor, goddam!"

"Let it go, Matthew, let it go," she said calmly, fucking him with her toe harder and harder. "Paula will catch your ejaculate so we don't make a big mess!"

He came harder than he'd ever cum in his life, his cock, strapped into place, jetting rope after rope of thick, lumpy sperm into Paula's cupped hand, filling the space, pearly white against the gentle blue of the rubber-clad hand, the dental assistant smiling as she felt the warmth of his seed on her flesh. Matt grunted, came again and again, watching his spunk fill Paula's palm, the last few drops oozing out. Paula smiled, and used the finger of her other hand to scoop the clingy last bit of sperm from the head and wipe it into the rest on her palm.

"Very well," Dr. Maria announced, slowly pulling her toe from Matt's ass and wiping it with a towel, standing up and putting her shoe back on. "That wasn't so bad was it?"

"Fuck no," Matt said dreamily, overcome by the post-orgasmic sluggishness of the freshly fucked, looking up at the two women.

"Now, you've been through a lot, young man, and you do need your protein," Dr. Maria smiled mischievously, nodding at Paula who stood there with palm aloft loaded with sperm.

"Uh, no, please, Paula, please," Matt babbled, closing his mouth and twisting his head away from the pretty blonde who stood with her cummy hand directly over his face.

"Oh, don't be such a baby!" Dr. Maria laughed, standing by the head of the chair and holding Matt's head steady, gripping his hair in one hand and pinching his nose with the other. "Now open wide and take your medicine!"

He had no choice, unable to breathe and popped his mouth open, Paula tipping her hand and the entire load of hot, lumpy cum streaming down into his sputtering mouth, eyes closed. She quickly clamped her hand over his lips as Dr. Maria held his head steady, peering over him. His eyes widened in horror as his load sloshed around his mouth, but then saw those amazing, brown-skinned tits inches from his face and it somehow lessened the pain and humiliation.

"Swallow, Matthew, swallow!" Dr. Maria practically sang down at him, smiling.

Gamely, Matt gulped his load down, smacking his lips under Paula's gloved hand, surprisingly easily, not really minding the taste, or accompanying shame, at all. He felt his cock stiffen anew under the tape. The women looked at it twitch and grow, laughing.

"Every time, Dr. Maria, it happens every time," Paula sighed, gently removing the tape and tucking Matt's cock into his shorts and pants that she pulled up for him as Dr. Maria undid his bonds.

Matt sheepishly smiled, getting to his shaky feet between the women.

"Now then, Matthew, there is another small cavity that really needs to be filled," Dr. Maria said, leading him to the door and unlocking it. "Do make another appointment soon at the front desk!"

"Anything you say, doc, anything you say," he smiled weakly, his mouth in a little bit of pain but easily offset by the pleasurable memory of Dr. Maria's alternative anesthesia. "You're the boss.."

"Yes, yes I am," she said proudly.

He left and the two women cleaned up the space.

"A couple more of these cases, I think I might have a paper to publish in the dental trade journals," Dr. Maria laughed.

"Or Ball-Buster's Weekly!" Paula added.

Matt heard their laughter from the front desk as the technician asked when he'd like to come back.

"As soon as possible," he sighed. "The sooner, the better..."



Pain Replaced By Pleasure



This is another letter from Catherine to her husband Michael. Catherine is a beautiful 46 year old woman who is in excellent shape. Her husband loves when she writes stories to him about any exciting adventures she has or remembers. She uses the descriptions he likes her to use when describing herself.

RELIEVING PAIN AND ADDING PLEASURE

Hi Honey,

I sure had an exciting day today. I can't wait to tell you about it and for you to read this when we are together tonight. 

I was at my friend Jeanie's house. We were talking and she noticed I was limping a little bit. She asked what was wrong. I mentioned how I had pulled my groin muscle running and how much it hurt and that it caused my sciatic nerve to hurt again now too.

As we were chatting, her husband John came in the house and greeted us. Jeanie introduced me saying, "Catherine this is my husband John." And then to him she said, "John, this is my friend Catherine. We exchanged pleasantries.

Jeanie says, "Catherine, John is a chiropractor you know." Then to John she says, "John, Catherine pulled a muscle. Could you take a look at it for her?" 

He replied, "Oh sure!" I tried hard to refuse, but they simply would not hear of it. 

She said, "Trust me Honey, my guy knows how to make a woman feel better!!!"

John led me to his home office which was small but very nice. We both went in and he shut the door. I hopped up on a table in the middle of the room. He said, "So, Catherine, Jeanie said you pulled a muscle, why don't you show me where it hurts?"

I said, "I pulled my groin muscle while running and now it is causing my sciatic nerve to hurt too. I had an issue with that almost twenty years ago from a difficult delivery."

He said, "Let's have a look, shall we?"

I was wearing a sundress and said, "What should I do about this?" I was looking for him to give me a gown. 

John said, "It's best if you just take it off so it doesn't get wrinkled or ruined. I can hang it up for you."

I didn't really know what to do because he wasn't offering me a gown. Maybe he didn't realize that I was only wearing tiny sheer panties and no bra. I turned my back to him since he obviously wasn't leaving and pulled my sundress over my head.

I was embarrassed knowing he could see my nearly bare bottom in my tiny panties, but what could I do? I figured he'd surly have something for me to cover with when he saw my situation. 

I covered my breasts with one arm and turned back around, facing him, and handed him the dress. 

John just calmly took it and hung it on a hook on the back of the door. I guessed he was expecting me to remain topless and since his wife Jeanie was right outside the door, I figured it was normal. 

My friend's husband was looking me over with a pleasant smile, obviously noticing my near nakedness and he seemed to be gazing at my panties. He somehow managed to not seem like a pervert, but just like he was admiring me. He said, "Go ahead and lay down on your back Catherine." 

I stretched out my legs and as I lay down I was keeping one arm across my boobs. He noticed this and said, "Oh I'm so sorry Catherine, are you modest? Do you want something to cover your breasts with?" 

I replied, "Well isn't that normal?" 

John said, "Actually now most women don't bother, but it's up to you, I'm good either way, I can go find you something."

Well Honey, please don't be mad, but since he was helping me I didn't want to be any extra bother so I said, "I guess this is fine then." And I remained topless.

As I laid there and looked down I was a bit shocked. I was happy with how tummy looked so firm and tight, but my mound seemed to be poking way up and I noticed how well we could see right through my panties. And I mean see everything through them too. 

I said, "Oh John, I am so embarrassed. I didn't expect anyone to see me and my panties are see through!" 

John responded reassuringly, "Oh Catherine, please don't feel the least bit embarrassed. Actually lots of women don't even wear panties anymore. I am very used to it. You look just fine, believe me."

Well my new friend John began to touch and move my leg around asking me, "So Catherine, help me figure out exactly where it hurts. This will determine if I can get rid of the pain for you right away." 

He continued, "Now do I have your permission to touch you as necessary to help you feel better? I don't want to push any boundaries."

I said, "Oh sure, go ahead. If you can make this pain go away and I can feel great again, you can do whatever it takes." 

Thinking back now, I realize that may have sounded weird, but I really just meant it in a clinical way. I hoped John understood that. Plus his wife Jeanie was just in the other room so what could happen?

He began and he was not shy. As he firmly placed his hand in the crease of my thigh, he was touching the side of my pussy, actually pressing on it a lot. I was a bit surprised, but it didn't hurt me at all. I guess if I am to be totally honest, I was surprised at how exciting it felt.

Jeanie's husband held my bare leg and pulled it way out to one side, then to the other side, then way up and then way back out to the side. I could feel my pussy spreading open and getting a little wet too.

The seam of my panties slid and slipped into my slit. YIKES!!!!! I was half exposed!

I reached down and had to 'fish' the seam out of my slit and move it to the side to cover me. He kept with the moving of my leg and the seam kept sliding in. My panties were just too tiny and there wasn't enough fabric to accommodate all that movement. 

After about four times of me interrupting him and pulling the seam out of my pussy slit, John said, "Would you be o.k. if I just remove these so you we don't have to keep stopping the treatment?"

I couldn't believe I said it, but I said, "Sure I guess that makes sense." He took hold of them and gently slid them down and off of my legs. As he held them, I found myself lifting up my butt so he could slide them down and then instinctively bending my knees with pulling my legs up, just like when you take them off me, so he could slide them all the way off. I was shocked thinking of the view he was getting. In seconds I realized that I was now lying there completely nude!!!

What kind of a man was this? One minute he and I have just met and we're all standing in my friend's kitchen chatting and ten minutes later I am laying stretched out on a table completely bare naked while her husband touches me and moves my legs any way he wants to.

John stood at the end of the table and a little to the side with my right leg in his hands and he was holding it straight up. He pulled my leg up nearly to my chest. I could feel my labia separate as they were stretched and spread open by the movement.

I noticed John appreciating my body as he began to massage and feel and rub the crease of my leg and more on the edge of my pussy. He looked very concerned like he was a safe cracker listening for the tumblers to drop. 

He pushed deliberately on one spot right where my labia meets my thigh crease and said, "Your pulled muscle is right in here, isn't it?

I flinched as he pressed exactly on the source of the pain. I said, "Oh ouch! Yes that is right on the spot!"

John continued, "Now Catherine I will need to slip my fingers inside of you to rub the pain out. Are you O.K. with that?"

He was handsome and seemed so business like and matter of fact that I said, "O.K."

I felt John carefully ease what felt like two fingers of his right hand into my vagina. It didn't hurt a bit and I realized I must have had enough natural lubrication from all the moving and excitement to allow them to glide right in.

He pressed way over to the side with them. He began to sort of pinch and rub the inside of my vagina against my leg. I have never had anyone ever do that and it was the most amazing feeling!

And the pain actually began to go away! The fact that it was working made me relax about this being so highly unusual.

John goes on, "Now Catherine, if you are willing to bear with me, I think I can get you pain free. This is a new technique and I know it must seem strange. It only takes between five and ten minutes, but it cuts the time you feel pain from the pulled muscle from two weeks down to hours. Are you O.K. so far and should I continue?"

This man had a way of getting me to tell him to continue to remove my clothes, to continue to touch my skin, to continue to spread my legs apart and to continue to put his fingers in my pussy. It was all so incremental, that I guess I was going along one little step at a time. 

I said, "O.K. go ahead then if it's necessary." I was already getting used to being naked.

John continues with his work. He was obviously enjoying what he was doing and as he manipulated my leg he was also enjoying the sight before him.

He looked my body over and said "Catherine, you have a beautiful body and you are so fit. You must train a lot."

I was embarrassed as I realized he was looking every inch of me over. I said, "Thank you. Yes I work out and run when I can." 

As I am lying there, I could really feel his experienced fingers moving back and forth inside my pussy and slightly in and out as well. 

The entire time he is keeping a lot of pressure against my thigh from the inside. Well the sensations spread all through my entire pussy. Not just my lips, but up to Miss Clitty too.

I could feel my clitoris getting huge. And as much as I tried to resist it, all of the intimate touching was causing me to pant and buck a little bit making it hard for him to hold me. 

I embarrassingly panted, "John ... I'm sorry about this. I can't help it."

He said, "Catherine, don't worry a bit. It's one hundred percent normal for any woman and it happens every time. If you are O.K., I can get that reaction to conclude its natural progression and be out of our way. Is that alright?"

I wasn't 100% sure what he meant, but I said in a broken panting whisper, "Oh sure, I guess so." 

John said, "Just go ahead and close your eyes." 

I did as instructed. He temporarily changed the direction of his finders from the side of my pussy and pressing against my thigh to a direct upward position. 

He curled his fingers and began to rub my gee spot. At the same time his well trained thumb joined in with the two fingers. His thumb began to makes circles around Miss Clitty. The second he touched her I bucked my hips. I began to buck more and move and breathe so hard and fast till I was panting. 

I put the side of my hand in my mouth and bit it so I wouldn't cry out and suddenly I came like crazy in an amazing rush of an orgasm and then lay limp trying to catch my breath. It was fabulous!!!

He said, "That was great Catherine. Now I can fix this muscle for you. I am going to use a muscle massager, O.K.?" 

I panted out in a whisper, "O. K."

He removed his fingers and reached in a drawer and took out what looked like a large vibrator. After spreading some lubricant on it he slid it into my vagina. It felt quite big inside me and that gave me weird sensations too. He tilted it way over to the side again, right next to my pulled muscle. 

He turned it on low and it felt wonderful. I was keeping my eyes closed tightly. He slowly sped it up till I was again bucking up and down. My perfect little butt must have looked like a sexy jack hammer on that table banging up and down. Good thing that table was padded! I realized I had been tugging on my nipples, but I just didn't care anymore. It all just felt so fabulous!!!

John's other hand began to gently touch Miss Clitty. Soon he had oil on her too and I could feel his left hand massaging her. I could not control myself at this point and came again for about 90 seconds. 

It was so great that it was actually exhausting!! But I must admit I could feel the pain melting away. It was wonderful!!!

John gave me a minute to recover as he used two hands to rub and massage my thigh crease and he actually placed his hand flat over my entire vulva and gently and slowly just rubbed my whole pussy from the outside. It was wonderfully relaxing after that powerful orgasm!!!

Once my breathing was back to normal, John had me roll over for my sciatic nerve. He put a pillow-like cushion under my hips as I lay on my tummy. This really made my fine little bubble butt poke up in the air. I know you and I know you would have just loved to have seen all this going on. That's why I am telling you every detail of it.

Well, he just calmly slid my legs apart and began working from my mid thighs up to my butt cheeks. He massaged both silky soft cheeks for a few minutes. Again, wonderful!!!! I didn't even care that I was naked. 

It seemed a fair trade for all the pain relief I was getting. Not to mention all the pleasure I was experiencing. Women are willing to trade letting men see them naked if the man can deliver enough pleasure. We both know you sure can and I must admit, John can too.

Within a few minutes he tracked down the area that needed help. He pressed exactly on the spot again and said, "Right here, right?"

I flinched again and said, "Ouch!! Yes, right there."

He said, "Catherine I need to do a similar thing. Are you O.K. with that?"

I said, "Sure, do whatever you need to do."

He gently opened my butt cheeks and I felt some warm oil drip down my butt crack. Then he slowly slides in what apparently was a smaller and thinner vibrator. Again he presses it on the side right near where I had the pulled muscle. 

Fortunately he didn't put it inside me, just right next to the pain. 

Within minutes the sciatic nerve pain is going away. But can you believe it, the vibrating was so stimulating that another orgasm was building!

In three minutes I am about to cum again. I was right THERE, but I couldn't quite get all the way if you know what I mean.

John must have sensed my frustration because I heard him soft of half say and half whisper, "Catherine, would you like some help?" 

I just nodded. 

I could feel his hand open my legs apart even more. He slipped one hand under my pussy and I involuntarily began to slam my sweet pussy onto his hand again and again!!!! 

Between slams I would grind a bit with my clitty and then slam again. Both felt so good!!! I finally ground my clit down on his hand and began to just rub her back and forth. My entire pussy was pressed against his hand and hard as I could push her.

Soon an orgasm swept over my body and my entire body shivered and even my toes curled!! I had just had my third orgasm in ten minutes!!!!! 

At some point he must have slipped that little vibrator into my butt because I just barely felt him slide it out and set it aside as I lay there recovering. 

The he masterfully massaged my perfect little butt cheeks with his left hand while my pussy remained slowly grinding on his right hand. 

It felt so nice with his one hand squeezing and massaging my butt and the other gently caressing my sweet, hot, wet pussy. The coolest part is all the pain was going away. It was all being replaced by sheer pleasure.

I finally rolled over, not even embarrassed. I felt a little out of balance so I just pointed at my boobs and he stood next to me and happily massaged them for five minutes. 

He made cones out of them pointing my nipples straight up. It felt funny but nice. I just loved having my breast massaged.

While he is working away I wanted to reward him for all this wonderful pleasure he was bringing me. So I reached up and gently put my hand behind his head and as I slowly guided his head down toward my pussy. I whispered, "Kiss it."

He did kiss it, for about five minutes. He did not go down on me and I'm glad he didn't. That is just for you. But just having his face and lips move around while he kissed my smooth little pussy and clitoris all over felt wonderful. 

As he finished, John patted my pussy and tummy and thighs and he said, "There you go Catherine! I think you will find the pain is either all gone or greatly diminished." 

He left first as I lay there still totally naked and unashamed. I got my wind and wits about me, put on my dress and sort of staggered out into the kitchen to see Jeanie again.

She saw my flushed face and dazed look and she just laughed and laughed and came and gave me a nice big hug and she whispered into my ear, "See, I told you he knew how to make a woman feel better!!!!"

I said, "He sure did alright!" Then I asked her, "Did you know that would happen?"

She said, "Oh sure I did. That's why I wanted to let you enjoy it. John is just way too much fun for one woman to keep all to herself. Don't you agree? Plus he LOVES doing it and helping women."

I said, "Wow, you really know how to share!!! Thanks!!!!" and I gave her a huge hug.

We sat around a while and I eventually left for home, one happy woman!!!!



Pain Session



It had been a month since I had seen my sub. We had dated for a couple of months, touched on him submitting. He always claimed to want it, but rebuked when it came down to game time. The time away had opened our eyes, both or our eyes. I seen him for the true pain slut he is. Me for the desire to control, push limits, mentally break brains. 

With this one it was sweet, he is so vulnerable. Almost to the point of naive. Giving me maybe too much power, too much control.

When he was dismissed before, my mind stayed on my Texan. Waiting long enough to give him time to fully ache for my touch, I pined for him. Until the time I could truly possess his body. I missed that rock hard body, quivering underneath mine. Could still see him kneeling between my legs, looking up at me after a hard orgasm. Could almost feel his tongue on me, hands roaming over me. The feel of his large erection inside of me, finally drove me to contact him. I missed my willing bitch. 

I got ready in front of the large vanity. Curling my long tresses around my face. Letting it fall over my shoulder, down my back. The red in the locks, popping the green in my eyes. Applying gloss to my lips, puckering them to my reflection. Dark green eyes shadow, fading to ice color at the edges. Circled in black eyeliner and mascara. Dark green silk kimono, black panties underneath.

Getting up from the chair I go to the bedroom, spritzing my scent in the air. Repeating this throughout the house, lighting candles in the living room. A few more in the hallway and bedroom. 

Picking a few belts out of the closet, setting them aside in a bag. Placing assorted toys and tools inside for the night ahead. Slamming back a couple shots of vodka and smoking a J. Getting relaxed, in the mind set to play. I knew that he needed true pain to get off. He requires what I normally would not care to admit I would enjoy, something so rough. That is the great thing with this one, true deep dark secrets can be realized. So open is his mind, you could almost think of him as a guinea pig. Willing to let me do anything, fully trusting in me. 

I await his arrival on the couch sipping another vodka neat. Fingers touching my already engorged clit. Phone conversations had drove me wild the last week. Plans not coming together for awhile after our contact, my core was dying for some attention. Already weeping juices aiding to my fingers slow strokes. Just one finger dipping inside to feel the heated walls, tightening around the slim finger. 

I hear him walk across the porch, boots scuffing the wooden porch. Knocking gently twice, I call him in. 

He walks in, beautiful and delicious as always. Tight shorts over his firm ass and thighs. Cutoff T-shirt showing off tan muscled arms. Coming towards me I stop him with my voice.

"Stop there stud, strip now bitch. I have no need for your clothes tonight."

I watch his eyes widen as he watches my hand fuck myself. Another look sends his hands reeling in to action. Clothes coming off quickly, pink panties last to crumple to the ground. The ones he was told to wear. I wanted him to feel the soft satin against his skin the long drive up. 

"On your knees, crawl to me. Take your place between my legs."

Dropping to the ground crawling to me, eyes never leaving mine. He doesn't stop till his mouth is inches from my mound. I could feel his hot damp breath on my pussy, inches from me driving me crazy. 

"Lick me now, please your Mistress boy."

His tongue delving in quickly, lapping up my sweet nectar. A low moan escaping his throat, vibrating against me. I grab the back of his head, pressing him hard against my clit. Telling him to insert his tongue deeper in my hole. Riding his tongue to orgasms, spasming in his mouth. Crying out I push him off of me.

"Now get back, middle of the room. Face the bedroom door."

Waiting for him to do so, I stand up. Walking in to the kitchen pouring cold water in to a small ceramic bowl. Dropping several pieces of ice in to the cool water, water line half an inch from the top.

Back in the living room, he is now in place. Looking straight ahead towards the wall, I can see his body slightly shivering.

"Are you nervous boy? This is what you have been asking for all these months."

"No."

A smile at his tone of voice, very soft. I lightly trace my finger nails over his flesh. Trailing up his thighs, buttocks and back. Kneeling in front of his head, I wrap the lace around his eyes. Tying it securely behind his head.

"Good boy, can you see?"

"No, Ma'am."

Standing back up, I go to the couch. Lighting a cigarette drawing in a breath, I watch his body still shivering. Finishing my cigarette, not saying a word. Wanting him to sit and stew, anticipate.

His experience was supposedly vast in this game. Boasted of hour long sessions, chastity belts, whips, gags. He always did have the affinity for leather and toys, props. My style being more simplistic, I was interested to see how he would handle the differences. How he would adapt.

I walk back up behind him. Swinging back, I hit his ass cheek, very hard. His body rocks forward with my contact.

"Do not move bitch, I do not use ropes. You will have to learn to control your urge to move."

Coming down hard on the other cheek, leaving two identical marks on each. I trail the raised edges of the print with my fingers, completing both. Pushing on his lower back, he ass rising higher in the air. I retrieve my bag, silver bullet quickly being pressed in his ass hole dry. Other hand on his shoulder blade, pulling him back on it until he was fully penetrated. Turning the power on low, he moans with the vibration. Taking the a larger dildo, I press it through his tight anal ring, penetrating several more inches. Pushing the bullet deeper inside of him. Withdrawing rapidly, a cry escapes his lips.

Letting him enjoy the toy for a moment, I rifle in the bag for my belts. Pulling out two, one with thick leather and wide metal buckles connecting the lengths of material. The other a lighten woven style completely covered in very small metal circular studs. Folding them twice in half, greatly increasing their widths and shortening their lengths.

"Are you ready boy?"

"Yes." His voice cracking with emotion, pleasure.

"Very good boy."

Starting at the top of his left ass cheek, I spank him hard with my hand. Moving to the right side, red covering both ass cheeks to my liking. Radio up, I watch more than hear his jerking. Grabbing the thick leather belt, I spank him hard on his upper back left thigh. He screams loudly, body almost crumpling in to itself.

I laugh a bit. "I am just getting started, get up now."

He struggles to get back up on his hands and knees, thigh screaming from my recent lash.

Going back to the kitchen I grab the bowl with now frigid water and ice cubes. I set it in the middle of his back. He arched in response to the freezing bowl on his hot body.

"I suggest you not move boy, you spill this bowl you will be punished instead of pleasured. You Understand?"

"Yes Ma'am."

His body was shivering worse now. Condensation rolling down his skin as the ice melted above his hot flesh. Groans racking his body as another drop rolled. 

Belt in hand, I go behind him once more. Focusing on his ass I swing several times. Lining his ass from top to bottom. The bowl of ice jiggling more violent the lower I got. Belt licking his tender underside of his ass cheek, he bucks. Water splashes over him. He whimpers loudly. Frigid water dripping down his burning red ass. 

"What did I tell you? Now you will see why I said so."

Not waiting for an answer, I strike again on his now wet skin. Water aiding in the sting, blood blister rushing to the top quickly. He jerks hard with contact and splashes more. Skin soaked fully with the cool water, I remove the cold ceramic placing it to the side. 

"Now you will regret your inability to control yourself. The water will aid my belt, the leather will soak up the moisture and grow very heavy. I pity you now bitch."

I hit the same angry mark again and again with the water laden leather. He screams, moans, whimpers. Five strokes in all, very precisely over the same lash. Body jerking hard, I let him settle.

"How did that feel?"

"Great Mistress."

"Would you like some more you worthless pain slut?"

"Yes."

Looking down at his ass, the red mark is very dark. Purple shades are already showing, blood just mere layers from the top of the skin. Knowing the belt will leave too many deep marks, I trade for the lighter woven one. The studs are rounded and small, but the belt itself had a lot less weight.

Straightening the folds, tightening the creasing to help it stay together. I reach out and gently rub his bruised ass. Fingers lightly touching the heated skin. I hear him moan when my full palm brushes over the lash marks and hand prints. Gasps when I squeeze the area hard, digging my nails into his flesh slightly. Very careful not to break the already fragile skin.

Getting up, climbing on top of him. I settle fully on him, my pussy wet and hot on his still cool back. Bending down I whisper in his ear how pleased I am with him. How much he has turned me on. I ask if he can feel the wetness he has created. 

"Oh yes, Mistress. Thank you for letting me feel it."

I squirm on his back, sliding in my own wetness on his skin heating it up. Hearing his grunts of pleasure flooded my pussy further. Turning around on him, I bend over with the belt in hand. Leaning down, taking the top of the belt on one hand. Pulling the bottom down hard releasing the top, in essence sling shotting the metal laden belt across his top upper thigh. Repeating this down one full thigh stopping at the knee crease. His body jerking and bucking hard underneath me, exciting me further. Wasting no time I continue my ministrations down the other. His body was shuddering hard now.

Rising off of him, I move to stand in front of him. Getting down to the ground, I scooted my ass closer to him. My pussy inches from his face now I enjoy his haggard hot breath against my core.

"Lick me now, bring me to orgasm and I will show you your limit."

Guiding his head to the desired area, I gasp with contact. His tongue pushing in, mouth closing over my slit fully. Sucking greedily on my nub I cry out with the beginnings of my orgasm. Climaxing hard I hold him to me, pinning him for a moment. Riding his tongue for the other one to come quickly. Hands off his head, I scoot back out of his reach. Getting up slowly, trying to compose my raging body. 

"Did you enjoy my taste?"

"Yes Mistress, thank you."

"That will be all you are allowed to feel of her tonight. Now to your limit."

I circle around his body, reveling in his marks from my hand. Eyes closing at the dark reds and purples of his ass. Inspecting his thighs I am pleased to see perfect circular upraised red whelps forming on his back thighs. Row after row of these wonderful patterns. A surge of pride at the perfect symmetry of them, I enjoy my works results.

"Now listen carefully. We will do fifty this first round, you will count them out to me as I go. I do not desire to keep count. Do you understand?"

Watching the effect my words have on his face, I am pleased to see a brief smile. I know that he has been dying for this for a long time. I had been holding back in fear of liking it too much. Bowing away for years from the more painful side of dominance, I was nervous about this first time back. Knowing the pain that can truly be caused, I proceed as such. Moving around to the side of him, dropping the belt down on his back mid ways up. His body was not ready and he violently moved with the belt's bite. Waiting moments, finally I hear him utter one.

"If you wish me to continue you are going to have to speak up, you understand boy?"

"Yes Mistress."

Continuing the circular patterns down one side of his back, I return back the way I came harder than before. Around twelve or so he went silent. Patiently giving him a minute to compose himself. 

"Mistress is unsure of the number, would you like to start back over?"

"Twelve."

Continuing on the same side. Pressure of my swing increasing with each strike. He calls out the numbers loud, voice cracked and broken. He starts gasping for air around 24-25. Walking over to the other side, starting at the top. Pattern continued till thirty. Voice was now several octaves lower than before. Breath coming in short burst, whining quality to the last five numbers.

"Are you done my love, have you found your limit?"

Minutes pass as he slumps to the carpet. 

"Have we found your limit my love?"

I increase my volume in my voice. Closing my eyes at the one word.

"Defeated."

"Very good, when have collected yourself, meet me in the bedroom. Mistress still desires you."

Reaching back behind him I pull the bullet out gently, turning it off and setting it aside. I enjoyed viewing his broken body laying there on the floor. All energy left from his limbs, just sprawled out. Eyes closed with a very contented smile on his face.

I walk in to the bedroom, lying down on the cool cotton sheets. Placing the desired dildo and vibrating egg from my bag, setting them beside me on the bed. I waited several minutes patiently for him to get his wits about him. Finally he walked in the room slowly, wincing with each step. Obviously in a whole lot of pain at the moment. Looking at the sparkle in his eyes I almost can bet he was milking it just a bit. The brief surge of guilt is pushed back as quickly as it had waved in.

"Come please me now, fuck me with this dildo hard. Your unworthy cock is still not ready for my velvet folds. You will have to work for it, understood?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

He comes closer to me, bowing his head and bending to his knees between my long shapely thighs. Taking the large dildo out of my hands, immediately feeling it press between my soaking wet lips. I cry out as he drives it into my fully, three strokes later cumming hard. I look up to see him looking in a trance at the point of penetration. Look of pure desire in his eyes as he stroked me hard with the large cock. The three big balls perfect point to grip hard, stretching the walls of my pussy. He pushes my climax to the brink over and over again. I watch him watching me transfixed. I place the egg on my hard nub turning it on high. Arching up matching him stroke for stroke, ordering him to go faster. Gripping hard, egg buzzing away I saw the end once more. 

"Enter me now bitch cum with Mistress now."

Withdrawing the cock sharply and rapidly I exclaim loudly. Climbing on top of me, he enters swiftly. His huge prick plummets inside of me stretching me further. I tighten my soaked walls around his cock, reveling in the drawn out response it creates. Pulling my legs high up on his shoulders allowing him to do deeper than before. Grabbing my hips, he drags me to his body again and again. My orgasms were becoming one massive moment of sensations. My body was shaking violently against him, no longer able to grip him the last climax taking the last of my strength. I am only slightly aware as he tightens his body above me, shouting out his release. Rocking hard a few times, milking the orgasm, spilling every drop of seed deep within. 

He pulls out slowly, steam rising from his member in the cool air. Gleaming in the candle light with our juices, he gets up. In the bathroom I hear the water running, coming back dipping between my legs. He washes my battered pussy lightly, I jump with the contact anyway. Pussy engorged and so damn tender to the touch. Pulling him up against me, holding me in his solid comforting arms I drift off. Waking up later to his moans and whimpers in the middle of the night. Looking at his still face I wonder if it was the dreams or the bruises making him call out in such a way. Knowing I shouldn't but unable to stop, guilt once again fleetingly crosses my mind. Touching his face a smile tipping his lips up. 

"What a crazy bitch you are." I whisper gently in to the night air. To him, me and to no one.