1 comments/ 15231 views/ 3 favorites Pleasure & Pain By: Spider_Fingers My first story. Please enjoy. * I shivered as his hands traced a slow and lazy path over my naked body. I had been lying in the bed with my arms clasped tightly above me for what seemed like an hour as he had stroked and touched and pinched my body. His fingers had roamed from my ears and face, down the hollows of my throat, stopping lightly to press on my windpipe, cutting off my breath for a short, exciting moment. He held tightly until I couldn't resist struggling just a little as a tiny thread of panic threatened to overwhelm me. Finally, I had to toss my head sharply to the side, and he released me, his hands continuing their downward path as though they had never been interrupted. My nipples were already hard and erect and his fingers slowly and surely traced circles around them, not touching, teasing. I let out a pleading cry as I pushed my breasts up into his waiting hands, willing him to touch me, to hurt me. He obliged to me by slowly pinching one nipple, squeezing just a bit too tight, and then loving it with his tongue. I shuddered, feeling it all the way down to my clit. My body shifted on the bed, the chain holding my arms in place jingled obligingly. His hands left my breasts and roamed further, running down my stomach with a light feathery touch bringing my body to a tingling peak. I felt his hands run down my thighs. I shifted again, whimpering, growing impatient, and with that movement I felt his hands clamp down hard on my legs, squeezing, hurting, holding me still. "Shhhhhh," he whispered , his fingers pressed tight into my flesh, it made me want to writhe, or kick, but I didn't dare to try. Not yet. With a slow sure movement, he slid his hands to grip the insides of my thighs, and pressed them outwards, spreading my legs wider and wider until I felt the muscles strain to their limit and I couldn't possibly open them more. He held me there, legs as wide open as they could go, exposed to him as he stared at me. One hand slid higher, and lightly ran along the length of my slit. I was wet and trembling. Waiting for whatever pleasure or pain he wanted to give me. Carefully, he slid one finger deep into my cunt again, curving it to caress the walls inside of my body. "You like that baby?" he whispered to me as his fingers started slow circles inside me, I murmured my consent as I settled into his stroking. "I like to feel you like this, all tight and wet. You like it." he said, this time it wasn't a question. I shifted my hips as he continued to stroke me. He slid another finger inside me, this one going in easier since I had already been worked, but it was still tight. I squirmed, and he smiled. "Yeah... you like that." And with no further play, he shoved another finger to join the other two, it hurt, felt like he was splitting my inside. I let out a short cry that turned into a moan as he pushed his hand hard up against my cunt, twisting his fingers in slow quick circles. "See how I work your cunt? It's mine to do with as I please. I will violate you, if it pleases me," he snarled. He fucked my cunt hard with his fist but sensuously stroked my clit. Even though I trusted him and loved the feeling I begged him over and over. I needed release. My body shuddered and shivered uncontrollably. I was gonna spasm violently if he kept it up. He spanked my clit merciless. As he worked me, his other hand came down sharply, slapping my thigh. I jumped, and that small move ground my body closer to his talented fingers and hand. Instinctively, I pulled away from the invasion, causing him to spank me again, harder. I cried out. His hands stopped their work on my cunt and pulled out of me entirely with a soft pop, it left me feeling empty, aching for his touch again, I felt like I'd brought it on myself, like I'd been bad. I reveled in the feeling. He rose up over me as I writhed. My legs were still wide open and I felt him, hard and hot as he came into contact with my body. He crawled over me, his legs on each side of me settling down and sitting on my chest. I had trouble breathing, but noticing that, he didn't rise up, but just gave me a second to get used to the pressure. I could see his cock in front of my face, almost there but, not quite ready for me. He grabbed my hair in the front. "You have some work to do." He said as he pulled my head up to meet him. I turned my face to run my lips along the side of him, licking lightly. He gripped my head with both hands though, centering me, showing me what he wanted. Slowly, achingly slowly, showing the care that he'd shown my nipples, I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock. I slid my mouth down, massaging him with my tongue as I sucked him in. He moaned low in his chest and the sound encouraged me, inspired me, as I knew that he had meant it to. I started to suck him harder. He began to give me short, low thrusts into my mouth as I sucked him, wanting him to go deeper, harder into my throat, but unable to tell him. I made small moaning noises as I sucked him, my hands still held tight by the chains above my head. He started to thrust more deeply, more slowly, he was growing larger and larger as it went on. I wished for the use of my hands. I knew that I could tantalize and taste him for a long time as he fucked my mouth when I was able to hold him in my hands, but tonight I was just a willing mouth, just a hole in my body for him to use and fuck. He moved faster in his thrusts and I wondered if he was just going to cum in my mouth, leaving me to finish myself off while he watched later on. He went deeper until I started to choke, not able to breathe around his impressive cock as it touched the back of my throat as he thrust and I started to see stars. Finally, he stopped, pulling out of me. He slid down my body again, stopping to torture my nipples for a while longer licking, stroking, sucking until I thought that I might go mad. I bucked against him, wanting him to get on with it, to get to where I wanted him. He bit down my nipple making me scream for the first time tonight, then pulled himself up and knelt above me before his hand came down lightening quick, slapping me hard across the face. I felt the delicious rush of pain and disorientation right before he struck me again. He grabbed my chin and brought his mouth close to mine. "Be good bitch. Or I'll hurt your pretty little cunt more than I already plan to," he said ending in a hot, sloppy kiss. I nodded and whimpered as his hand pinched my already sore nipple. I kept my teeth clenched shut but couldn't stop the noise of pain and pleasure that escaped me. He smiled, then slapped me once more, hard enough to send my had rocking, before heading back down my body. I was tingling with pleasure. I was already aching when he pulled my legs apart again, shoving them wide and exposing my cunt to his view. He stroked me. I was still wet, still trembling with want for him. He slapped my cunt then rubbed it while I squealed and bathed in the sharp contrast of feelings. "Beg me." He told me. And while sometimes I would think to tease him, to defy him until he had me beaten and bruised, pinned the floor, begging him to fuck me, tonight I had been teased to long. I raised my hips to offer myself to him. "Please.: I whispered. He slapped my cunt again. "Please, what?" He said. His voice rough and unsteady with his own lust. "Please fuck me, please, please, please, fuck me hard." He moaned a little, rose up above my body, taking my legs and draping them over his shoulders. I felt his cock pressing tight against my cunt, pushing in slowly. I was tight, but so wet. "Please, harder. Please, Please." I couldn't stand that he was taking so much care with this, not when what I wanted was to be fucked hard, pounded into the bed until I felt bruised all over. But he ignored me, pressing his body into me, inch by slow inch. Teasing me. I begged until he clamped one hand over my mouth and nose, cutting off my voice and my breath. I struggled, but he held me until I felt a light buzzing in my head. The sensation of him pressing deep into my cunt was magnified as the blood left my brain. I was getting dizzy, and the second I stopped struggling, he released me. I gasped for breath as he pushed himself that last inch home, then he stopped, his head back, reveling in the sensation of being completely inside me. "Please." I whispered, when I had my breath back. My cunt was begging for punishment. I felt like I would do anything to make him move. Suddenly, he pulled back, nearly out of me and then slammed himself back in. I shrieked and yanked on the bindings holding my arms, wanting to scrape my nails down his back, claw at him, slap him, anything to make him want to punish me harder. He started thrusting into me in earnest then, almost pulling completely out of my body before slamming himself back in with increasing speed and strength. He drew his body up so he was kneeling above me, bending my body almost double as he hammered into me, harder and harder. I felt pressure building inside me and cried out below him as the first wave of my orgasm took me. He felt it, and slowed for a moment before thrusting sharp and deep inside me. I shrieked below him, trying to sink my teeth into his shoulder, but he kept himself out of reach, still thrusting, fucking me hard as I spasmed around him. I came hard. His face was a mask of pleasure as he fucked me, I moaned and cried beneath him as he thrust his cock into my cunt like it was never going to end. My body ached and cried for him to release me, to let me move, to make him stop. I couldn't stand the teasing anymore. I begged him to come, to come inside me and stop. He let go of one of my legs and slapped me again, my head jerked painfully far with the force of his strike. "Shut up bitch. I'm done when I'm done." And returned to his fucking with full force. I was slammed into the bed with each movement, my cunt sucked hard on his cock as he drove into me with increasing speed. Finally, with a moan of his own, he shoved hard and deep inside me, forcing my body to fold on itself, hurting me, delighting me. He made this sweet little sound that let's me know he is close. His body shook as he came hard, shoving into me sharply one more time, jarring my sore and quivering cunt making me cry out below him. He collapsed on top of me, weighing me down with his body, sweat soaking both of us. It was uncomfortable but somehow pleasant. He rose up, finally finished, and rolled off my body, trailing his hands across my stomach, then up to my hands where he released the chains. As soon as I was free, I curled my sore, bruised body so it touch his as he stroked me. Running his finger down my red and bruising cheek. "I'm sorry," he whispered kissing me slow and soft. Running his hands through my hair. "I love you," he mused. And then we asleep to prepare for tomorrow's play. Pleasure and Pain The ranger perched on a large rock for the night's watch, a granite wall at his back and scrub, rock and heat spread out before him. The sun had sunk below the horizon an hour or more ago, he'd lost track of time in this desert, and left an eerie glimmer of light through the seemingly dead branches of the brush that littered this strange landscape. The moon cresting the horizon just opposite where the sun had been gave a surreal spirit to the whole scene. The man thought he might hear the whispers of those long dead if he listened to the descending darkness. A wry smile crossed his lips, an experiment, he thought to himself letting his dark eyes drift to the form lying under a tree a few paces from him. He noticed the dance of shadows across the pale and sweat beaded skin of her bare shoulders, neck and face, strands of her dark hair falling in a veil along her cheeks. Her cloak was haphazardly wrapped around the curves of her body. She looked more entangled than covered but that only made her more enticing. The ranger let his vision blur just past her and cleared his mind. Letting his thoughts drift idly by without acknowledgment he listened to the empty silence that lingered in the heated desert air. Carefully he began to pick his way across the ether to the woman still sleeping near him. He brushed a lock of her hair from her face, tracing her cheekbone with his finger to her temple, then down across her long, narrow ear finally resting on her neck just behind her jaw. He listened to the rhythmic beating of her heart through his fingers, trying to tune himself to the song of her life-force. His heart began to race as he saw images flash in his mind. Her fierce eyes looked into his, her soft lips moving to form words that he could almost make out, almost. Her hands small, but strong, pressed hard against his chest and her body near enough to raise the hair on his neck but he did not feel threatened. The ranger pushed deeper, seeking to hear the words that she would say to him in this other plane, words he did not believe she would say to him while awake. In his mind, he reached out to touch her face, to offer comfort for the anguish he could see in her eyes, refuge for the thoughts she might want to share with him. He could hear her voice a whisper now, only, and then the anguish turned to rage, the hands at first pressed into his chest now pushed hard and the Ranger rocked back on his perch, nearly falling from the rock as he came back to himself. He glanced down at the girl. She still slept albeit restlessly, her hair still veiling her pale skin. Then the man on the rock realized it had worked, he'd made it past her defenses. He was beginning to master this new found talent she had awakened in him. Now if only he could master the feelings that she'd awakened as well. He thought back over the last moon cycle since they'd met. They were an unlikely pairing neither needed the other to survive and yet perhaps they needed each other to live. He'd seen her fight and the results. He'd been set upon by a harpy just over a fortnight ago and had held his own against the undead flying creature for some time. But the silver winged, screaming beast would not be deterred and the ranger was tiring fast. His fortune turned when an arrow whistled past his head and caught the harpy in her shoulder, bringing her down in a rage to fight on foot against the man and this new cloaked ally. The mysterious warrior raised a rowan staff and swung it with both hands catching the harpy in her ribs, and pulled the staff back for a wicked jab to the chest, deflecting a blow by the harpy in the process. The ranger had backed off a step to catch his breath and was amazed by the rage and precision with which this new warrior fought. A final blow was struck to the harpy's head and she fell hard to the stone ground. The cloaked warrior, the same in stature to the ranger, turned to him. The voice was deep, quiet, and laced with distrust, "You should leave now for Carrion Birds linger here and won't be long for the feast." The ranger watched as the cloak billowed out from behind this warrior stalking away from him, his mind in a whirl. Was that a woman's voice under the cowl? He couldn't be sure, but the sandals laced up over baggy breeches couldn't be mistaken. She was several paces in front of him before he realized he hadn't even moved. He jogged to catch up with her. "Wait! What is your name please?" He asked forgetting to thank her for the rescue. "Irrelevant," she replied in the same dark voice. She regretted the loss of her arrow as he came within a few feet of her. She sensed his magic and pulled her cloak more tightly about her in defense. "Look, she was gravid. You can not be merciful with them when they're gravid. Now you know I doubt you need me around." She quickened her pace. The ranger was not to be put off, and stepped up his own pace to match hers. He asked no more questions though, grateful enough for the presence of another human in this wasteland. That had been how they'd met, and the weeks passed in an uneasy trust. Each sensed new things about themselves through the presence of the other. The ranger noticed an ability to pick up the woman's thoughts, to finish her rare sentences. The woman noticed sensation evoked within her while in the ranger's company. She became troubled by her disease when they separated, even for short periods of time. Both welcomed the chance to truly sleep instead of being on guard all the time. And so it went for 20 days. Today was the 21st, and the Ranger tired of the silent truce. He pushed her. He'd been watching her, noting the toss of her hair when she was nervous, her tears in the darkest hours of the night, the ripple of the muscles in her soft white arms as she released her arrows and the strength of her long, strong legs as she swung her staff. Her wide hips balanced her shoulders and the ranger found himself wondering if she'd ever tasted a man. He had, on more than one occasion over the last several days, traced her neck with his fingers, wrapping gently his hands around her supple breasts, rubbing each nipple with his thumbs until they were hard. He'd touched the silky skin of her neck with his lips, tasting her pulse as it quickened. Of course all of this had been within the confines of his mind. Yet each time he'd made that journey in his mind he'd catch that same nervous toss of her hair and one time when she was not near, he'd heard her catch her breath. She was not beautiful, but she was not ugly either. She was strong, graceful, and intelligent. He found her quiet and her deep distrust intrigued him. He felt her equal, no greater than her and no less than her. She walked with a proud stride and a strong gait and he matched it. He found that he enjoyed even her sulking silence, but more than that, once during the last 20 days she had smiled. Laughed actually, and he wondered how long it had been since she'd done that. For one moment she seemed to have forgotten the pain that had driven her to this solitude. That moment had elated the ranger and he felt forever connected to this pale, cloaked creature. That day, the 21st in their association, he stopped her. The heat cast waves over the still air and rippled the horizon. They had been walking through the heat and the sun was at their backs now. She turned to see why they had stopped, drawing her cloak around her and tossing her hair back yet again. The action was not lost on the Ranger and he heard that silent gasp again. He looked at her firmly, trying to see into her mind. "Don't!" she warned dangerously. "Tell me why I can do this with you, when I've never been able to do it before." He pushed. "I don't know why," she waved off the question and turned back to their path. The ranger would not be moved. Tell me why! He pushed into her mind. She pushed back, turning on the ranger with her staff leveled and ready. The grey cloak fell from her shoulder and her loose tunic dipped low on her chest revealing her ample breasts. The red sash around her waist grabbed his eye from her chest and he imagined the soft flesh that was beneath it. You don't know what you are doing! You're a fool! She pushed into his mind. "You don't know what it is you are seeking. It is not this!" A light breeze brushed her tunic against her breast and the Ranger could see her nipples hardening in the standoff. He sensed the tightening of her abdomen as she began to anticipate sensations she'd not had in an age. She felt him in her mind and pulled back, turning and stalking off. He raced to catch up to her. "There is something between us! Do you deny it?" She did not stop. Do you deny it? He pushed. She stopped for a moment with her back to him and he imagined his fingers running down her bare back, wrapping around her hips. He pushed himself up against her in his mind, feeling his own stomach tighten, his pulse raced. His breeches became suddenly too tight. "Do you?" he whispered. "I deny nothing!" she quipped back in that dangerous whisper she'd used the first day that they'd met. "You deny everything! You trust no one! You allow no feeling and yet there is so much within you. I hear it, I feel it, and I see it everyday I am near you! You still deny it." He whispered as he walked slowly up behind her, stopping just short of pressing his body against hers. The desert air felt strangely cool in contrast to the heat between the two. She could sense his anticipation as readily as he could sense hers. He reached with his hands to touch her hair, a hand on either side of her head. Fingers floated down to her shoulders and much as he wanted to touch her, he suddenly feared inflicting damage. His hands were hot and desire ravaged his body. "I won't hurt you," he whispered against her neck, standing the hairs on end. He pressed his lips against her neck, slowly turning her around to face him and working his way across her chest. He found her pulse and pulled on it with his teeth running his tongue along its length. He followed it down to her breast, slowly and ran his tongue over her hardened nipple. His fingers traced down her neck and chest in tandem on the other side. She caught her breath and he felt a tear fall on his hand. He stopped and looked into her anguished eyes. She looked as if someone had taken her life from her and she had yet to feel the cold death she knew to be immanent. Did she want to speak? He wouldn't let her. Not now. He kissed her, softly at first and then harder. Suddenly her passion awoke. She kissed him back. Her small hands found the opening of his tunic and, for a moment pressed hard against him, then tore the fabric down the front, baring his chest. She pulled at the buckle that held his sword belt as they kissed even more deeply. The ranger wrapped one hand around her neck as the other pulled the red sash away from her waist, letting her breeches fall to her ankles. The soft wool of her cloak brushed against the bare skin of her round ass. The ranger's belt fell away and she dropped to her knees, pulling his breeches down with her. She looked up at the ranger with a glimmer in her eyes and then wet her lips as she took him into her mouth. Careful not to let him touch any part of her mouth until he was wholly in, she closed upon him running her tongue over the length of his shaft, exploring each bulging vein and wrinkle of skin. She pulled back on him and then went back down on him hard, sucking his scrotum into her mouth as well. She let her fingers, feather light, run up and down his legs as she gently took him in and out of her mouth. The ranger felt at once as if he were going to explode and lose consciousness. He'd not felt anything quite like this before, then suddenly he felt his scrotum in her mouth and her hand wrapped around his swollen penis, her thumb wet and rolling over the tip. She was alternately sucking and rolling them around in her mouth. He reached down and ran his fingers through her chestnut hair, pulling lengths of it up trying to maintain his balance. Finally, when he wasn't sure he could stand much more, he pulled her back from him, laying her down on her cloak. Gently he took her sandals off and pulled her breeches from her ankles. Her legs were smooth and glistened in the evening light. He ran his tongue up one leg and down the other, pausing at each hip. Her abdomen quivered as she anticipated each touch. Gently he returned over each leg until he had them spread quite apart. He pulled at each of her lips gently suckling her clit. He could hear the same gasps he'd heard in his mind over the past days. Running his tongue against the bones that encased her vaginal canal he slid his tongue deeply into her and heard her groan. He came back up and ran his teeth gently over her clit pulling at it and then sucking it and then pulling at it again. He walked his fingers up her abdomen massaging her belly on his way up to her now hard breasts. He rolled her nipples between his fingers as he continued pulling on her clit with his teeth. He could hear her cries in his mind; there was no thought, just a melding of spirits as they sensed each others' pains and pleasures. He pulled himself up on top of her sliding his swollen erect penis gently inside her and at once they gasped together. He came down and pulled on her nipple with his teeth, then sucked it in and ran his tongue over it. He pulled on it, sucking gently and then persistently on it. He ran his tongue over her breast and back up to her neck, gently kissing her up to her chin then to her lips again. Suddenly they were in an enraged passion, he was beating down hard on her as she pulsed herself up against him, each kissing the other hard. The ranger grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, sucking on the vein he'd found earlier as they slammed against each other. She wrapped her lithe strong legs around him and pulled him up and into her hard as she arched her back up. He sensed the release a moment before it happened, hearing her sigh in his mind, he too released against her throbbing walls. They were transfixed in a pose of ecstasy for a long moment as the full moon crested the horizon and cast Her rays down on the couple. Finally she relaxed and collapsed against the hard stone. The ranger gently withdrew from her as she took a long deep breath and rolled over to one side. He pulled her cloak up over her and left her be, replacing his own clothing as best he could. One question had been answered, yet another one unanswered. He surveyed the landscape of where they'd stopped. He faced a granite wall with a large stone in front of it. She lay underneath a withering scrub tree and there was nothing but scrub and flat stone to the horizon. The ranger sat on his rock, satisfied with his recollection of the day, and with the outcome of his experiment. He would continue to pry gently into her mind, until he one day, could uncover the source of her grief. Then he would find a way to relieve her pain. Pleasure and Pain Chapter I The End Gives Way to a New Beginning "Well, if you feel that way you should leave! Just fucking leave, than I won't have to constantly put up with this shit." "I will then. Shit, like I wanna keep going through this. Time after time it's the same fucking thing, money! I told you I would do better and I'm trying... but shit don't change overnight. Damn! So I spend a little money on weed, so what, it ain't like the bills don't get paid." No this motherfucker didn't just say 'so what'. Is he kidding me right now? I say to myself; as I stare at Jonathan my mouth agape. He is furious! His eyes are blazing and this time it's not because he's smoked out. His lips are tight and his shoulders squared into a position of stubborn defiance. I start to respond but all that comes out is "Ah..." and before I can complete the syllable I stop. I am sooo tired of this. It seems like every few months we find ourselves back here. Yelling at each other at the top of our lungs barely able to contain our anger, I'm not sure how much longer we can go on like this. Especially!!!...when he says things like the bills get paid...Hell yeah they get paid because I pay them! Jonathan slams the door to our master bathroom, where we've been held up "talking" (which as usual has turned into us being at each other's throats) in an effort to keep the kids from hearing us arguing...again. I am so angry right now I could spit! How can he think he's right? This is the third time in the past 10 months that I've checked our bank account to find that he has spent hundreds of dollars without consulting me and as usual I have to figure out how the monthly bills will get paid after he's went on this spending spree; and to add insult to injury this is after the umpteenth time he's promised he will stay out of the account! I walk out of the bathroom where I've been held up for the past several minutes trying to calm down and gather my thoughts. As I open the bathroom door I see Jonathan sitting on the bench at the bottom of our bed. His face is softer, the creases of his brow relaxed. As I enter the room he looks up at me, his big dark eyes peeking through his long curly eyelashes, so black that if it weren't for his doubtless heterosexuality one might think he was wearing mascara. His pout lips make him look like a mischievous five year old doing their best to look innocent in an effort to get out of yet another fix. I roll my eyes in anticipation of what I know is about to come. "Baby I'm sorry. You're right I should have told you I was taking money out of the bank." I fold my arms and twist my lips. How many times have I heard this before? "Come on baby don't be like that", he says as he rises from his position and walks toward me. We're separated by less than two paces and before he can finish his sentence he standing in front of me reaching for me. I swiftly pull away twisting my body in an effort to resist his embrace. But he continues to move in, pinning me to the wall as I take two steps back to escape him. It's no use though, he is embracing me in an almost bear hug, my folded arms pressing against his stomach, my turned head forced against his chest. "You know I hate to see you upset." "Well you have a funny way of showing it." I grunt. "I know, I just didn't realize I had spent so much. You know going to the gas station, running to the grocery store and I guess I just lost track." I sigh, knowing he's just feeding me a line to appease me. "I love you and the boys so much I don't want to lose you." "Then stop doing the same stuff over and over." I say through clenched teeth. The anger in me slowly dissipating. What am I gonna do with this man? He can be so irresponsible sometimes. It's his mother's fault, she didn't teach him anything about money growing up and now I have to teach a grown man how to budget and save. It's not fair to any of us, me, him or the kids. I sigh and I feel Jonathan reaching at my chin pulling it up to meet his lips. I forcefully jerk loose but within seconds his hand is back on my chin, gripping tightly, forcing my head around to face him. "Do you want me to leave, baby?" "What I want is for you to keep your word and stay out of the account!" "I said, do. You. Want. Me. To. Leave?" he says in a stern, low husky voice and my belly quivers as I feel the tears begin to well in my eyes. I slightly drop my head but he tightens his grip on my chin and pulls my head up so that our eyes meet. As the tears breaks away from my lower lids and trickle down my face, Jonathan repeats his question with increased intensity. His eyes dark and peering into mine he says again, "Do. You. Want. Me. To. Leave?" I slowly shake my head and drop my eyes, the tears increasing from a trickle to a steady stream. He jerks my chin up again. "Answer me!" he spits through clenched teeth. "No", I whisper, my voice barely audible through my choked tears and the increasing lump in my throat. He kisses me hard pulling down on my chin to force my mouth open. His mouth engulfs mine as he pushes his tongue into my mouth. "Kiss me back" he says into my mouth squeezing my chin to let me know this was not a request. I begin to sob a little. My breath is shallow and my head is beginning to ache from trying to contain my cry. I raise my eyes to his and feel a heaviness in my chest. My body begins to heat all over. I slowly return his kiss. My tongue entangling his, my lips parting with every turn of our heads. I am panting now, my mouth greedily at his, sucking, biting at his mouth in an effort to get more. I feel the warmth of my body concentrating between my legs and I can no longer control my breath. Jonathan slides his mouth away from mine trailing kisses down my cheek, over my chin where he still has a firm grip between his thumb and two fingers, down to my neck. My chest is heaving now from my passion his kisses are so warm and sensual. And now he's gently sucking at my skin, using his lips and tongue to bath my neck with his passion. My arms no longer folded have dropped to my sides like heavy logs, and although Jonathan still has a hold of my chin my head has slumped to one side in an effort to give him full access to my neck. He's at the base of my neck now and his warm breath is brushing my skin making it tingle in anticipation of his tongue. The moisture between my legs has begun to acts as a glue drawing my panties up between the lips of my vagina and sticking them to my clit. My body gives way to our passion, falling back into the crook of his arm, Jonathan suddenly, in one fell swoop, forcefully jerks my body forward while pushing me flush against the wall his body leaning forward into mine anchoring me there. He quickly raises his face to mine and with a voice that shakes my whole being he says "Don't ever tell me to leave again, do you understand?" I'm so shocked that all I can do is shake my head yes, as I stare dumbfounded into his eyes. "Answer me, Tanya!" He almost screams. "Ye..yes" I say my mind and body confused by this sudden change from passion to fear, my panties inexplicably drenched by his intensity. "Good" he says, as he pushes down the straps of my nightgown. "You belong to me and I will never leave you." He murmurs against my lips. Engulfing my mouth again with his, he slowly pulls his weight from my chest and my nightgown falls to the floor. He lifts me forward, his mouth still firmly attached to mine, his tongue darting deeper into my mouth, and turns me around away from the wall. Before I know it he has lifted me off my feet and is walking me toward our bed. He stops at the bottom edge of the bed, breaks away from our kiss and steps backward. I am standing at the edge of the bed naked except for my sticky panties. My chest is heaving so fast and hard that my small breast are rising and falling at a record pace. Jonathan continues to step back until his back is against the same wall he'd pinned me to moments before. He leans his body back against the wall and crosses his arms, a mischievous half smile slightly curl the ends of his mouth, his eyes still cold and piercing. "Take off your panties and lay back on the bed. I want your ass right at the edge, your legs spread wide." I pause for a second, trying to gather my thoughts and process the steps of his command, when I hear him snap "Now!" I quickly pull at the waistband of my thongs trying to unglue the crotch from my lips and push them down to the floor. I then bend my knees slightly and lean backward onto the bed. The cool Egyptian cotton sheets attempting to cool my skin. I scoot my bottom to the edge of the bed. I look up to see that Jonathan's eyes have never left my body and as I spread my legs I feel his dark piercing eyes burning into my vagina. My legs are shaking as I struggle to balance myself on the edge of the bed. I feel my overflowing juices begin to drip down between the crack of my behind, warming my bottom. Jonathan has not moved from his position against the wall. He's just standing there, watching me, naked and spread eagle, I am completely under his control. The look in his eyes sends a shiver through my entire body and all of a sudden I feel cold. My body is shaking uncontrollably and my teeth begin to chatter. "Cold baby?" he says I begin to shake my head but decide I'd better voice my answer. "Yes" I mutter. "Do you need me to warm you up?" Jonathan asks slyly. "Yes" I say in the same low voice. "I like you like this", he says, "agreeable and demure". "I'm going to spend the rest of the night teaching you how to act, as it seems you've forgotten" My bodies shivers again and I'm shaking so hard I'm not sure I can keep my balance on the bed, and just as I think I might roll over to the floor....I feel Jonathan lifting my legs up by my ankles. He's on his knees between my legs and as he pins my ankles back against my buttocks he dives in between my legs. I feel his warm breath warming my body bringing the heat of my passion back to the forefront of my body calming my shivers. Until that is, I feel his tongue parting my lips at the top of my anus, slowly moving up to my clit, then pull away. My body convulses from his tongue. "You like that, huh?" I breathe in sharply then sigh," yesss" and before I can exhale he is at my lips again parting them with his tongue, licking upward until he reaches my clit. Then slowly sucking and nuzzling it until my hips buck forward. "Oh, no, no, no bad girls need to lay still and take their punishment" I moan and raise my hips higher but Jonathan stops me. He removes his lips from my clit and using his chin he pushes against my pubic bone forcing my hips back down onto the bed. I moan louder wanting him to continue. "Stay. Still" he says. I quickly comply doing my best to plant my hips into the mattress. Over and over again he continues his berate on my sex. Licking me from bottom to top like my vagina was a delicious scoop of chocolate ice cream he is determined to lick every drop of. I struggled to keep my hips down holding my breath with every rotation of his tongue. I can feel the wetness of the sheets drenched below my bottom from my juices and his saliva. Oh, God what am I gonna do with this man! My head is swimming and pounding at the same time. I thrash my head back and forth feeling his tongue delve deeper and deeper into me. "Oh, baby it feels so good" I moan. "Shut up" he hisses in a firm but slightly playful tone. You wanted me to leave remember? Now you can't get enough of me. Lay still and be quiet!" I am so over whelmed and confused by his tenderness and simultaneous cruelty I almost cry, But I do as I'm told and steady myself for his tongue, biting my lip to keep from making a sound as I feel his tongue against my clit. He uses his thumb to pull back the hood of my clit and gently, teasingly begins to circle the nub of flesh with the tip of his tongue. I bite down harder on my lip almost breaking the skin. Although my eyes are clinched tight I can feel them begin to roll back into my head and against my best efforts I let out a deep throaty groan. My hips have risen from their position on the bed and I am twirling and grinding them in rhythm with his licks. I feel it deep in my loins; the emptiness. I squeeze my vagina in an attempt to capture a phantom penis to fill my longing. "Umm", I groan, as I feel my orgasm rising from the depths of my body and just when I am about to explode he suddenly stops leaving me empty and deflated. "You are so fucking hard headed. This is why we fight because you don't listen" I hear his words but I am unable to respond. My bottom rising and falling on the bed, my head tossing and turning, my mouth agape with passion. "If you cannot stay quiet on your own than I will shut you up" and it seems my body understands his words before my brain does. Before I realize what I have done I have rolled up to my knees and positioned my head at the end of the bed. My eyes closed, my mouth open in anticipation of what I know is to come, my ass wiggling uncontrollably in the air. "That's my nasty girl, he smiles. "You're ready for Daddy's dick aren't you?" "Ummm", is all I can articulate as I feel his length pushing into my mouth. I inhale deeply as I attempt to take his entire length in my mouth without choking. He grabs the back of my head and takes hold of my ponytail yanking my head up and back. "Quiet, I said." He peers into my eyes and then pushes my head forward so that I engulf his dick. "That's right baby he sighs as he rotates his hips. Your mouth is so fucking good" I half smile as I slide my mouth back and forth over his length, flattening my tongue so I can take him deep in my throat, my tongue stroking the underside of his dick. "Goddamn, baby. You're Daddy taught you right, didn't I? You know just what to do with that dick. Ahhh, fuck, you gonna make me come." Before I know it he's yanking my ponytail back and pulling himself from my mouth. I groan in protest licking my lips in an effort to regain his taste. "You think you're out of trouble don't you? That you're lesson is over? Well, I'm not letting you off that easy. Turn that ass around and spread your knees", he commands. Punishment, huh? I am more than happy to do so. My sex is throbbing and my juices are trickling down my leg from the excitement of having my well-endowed lover in my mouth. I can't wait for him to satisfy the longing in my loins. My orgasm is at its hilt. So much so that I am sure I will explode as soon as he penetrates me. "I'm gonna show you that you are mine completely", he says. His voice trailing as I feel him move away from the bed and me. I rest my head in the soft cool sheets my hips rotating in anticipation. I hear movement in the bathroom and then in my closet. I am aching all over it seems, my sex pulsating, my head pounding from the increased blood flow, my legs shaking. What is he doing? I think, but lack the strength to turn to look. Within moments I feel him behind me again. He begins to knead the cheeks of my behind making my vagina open wider with every rotation. "Here use this", he says and hands me the bullet he obviously took from my closet. My lower body begins to convulse as I think about the roar of the small but powerful bullet against my clit and I hurriedly switch it on to maximum power. As I begin to bring the bullet into place I feel a slick liquid pouring over my cheeks and down the crack of my buttocks. He must have gotten baby oil from the bathroom. He is so kinky, I think to myself just as the buzz of the bullet touches my overly ready clit. I gasp in response to the sensation that is now pulsing through my entire sex. I grind my hips moving the bullet in a circular motion around my nub just as Jonathan had done earlier with his tongue. Oh God, this feels too good. Jonathan's hands feel like silk over my bottom as he continues to rub the oil in spreading my cheeks wider with every rotation. I drop my chest to the bed giving him better access an my eyes roll back into my head. Jonathan runs his finger down the crack of my bottom and before I can protest I feel his slick, slippery finger sliding into my anus. "Ummm", I lick my lips as the sensation overcomes me. Against my own will I press my buttocks back to meet his finger driving it deeper into me. "That's my nasty bitch", Jonathan boasts from behind me. "Daddy's got just what's needed to tame you." His words ignite a fire I didn't know was smoldering inside me and I begin to buck my hips faster against his finger. "It feels good right baby?" "Oh, yes", I reply. I can't wait to feel him inside my sex, pounding me deep and hard, stretching me beyond capacity. "Oh baby, please. I'll be good I promise, please just fuck me." "As you command", he says in a sly voice and withdraws his finger from me. The bullet has worked me into a frenzy and my vagina is convulsing and contracting like crazy. Jonathan places his hand on the left cheek of my behind and draws back to enter me. I raise my ass in anticipation of his tool and he pushes my hips down. I feel his penis against my lips as he rubs it up and down searching for my opening. I gasp with anticipation. He's right there, at the lips of my vagina. I shudder with passion, my body convulsing, waiting to explode as soon as he pushes forward. He lifts his hips holding his penis taught in one hand and the cheek of my buttocks with the other he pushes me downward, lifts his hips, and with a strong thrust forward penetrates my anus. "Ahhh!" I cry out in a combination of pain and surprise my vagina convulses and I squeeze together the cheeks of my bottom trying to shield my anus from this assault. But it's too late he has already crossed the threshold. Jonathan bends forward and wraps his arms around my waist steadying himself while holding me in place. "Oh yeah baby, I knew it would feel like this", he hisses, as he slowly grinds his hips pushing himself a little deeper in my virgin anus. My mouth is wide open in astonishment. How could he do this to me? We'd talked about anal and even tried it a few times but I was always to tense for him to penetrate me. I drop my head as the tears begin to flow. I push back against him with my insides trying to push him out of me, but it's no use he won't budge. "Now you are all mine", Jonathan moans. His hips thrust forward, continuing their slow grind into my anus. I half cry, half moan, "Why?" "Because I love you and I want to own every part of you baby. You made me feel so scared tonight when you told me to leave. I want to possess you, all of you. Show you that you're mine and no one else's. You deserve to be punished for making me feel like that." He pauses for a moment, and his demeanor changes. In a soft voice he whispers, "It will only hurt for a little while I promise. I'll be gentle baby and you'll learn to love it." I begin to whimper and he flexes his hips again moving in deeper. I take in a deep breath and let out another cry. "Shhh, baby, keep that bullet on your clit and relax, OK." I adjust the bullet in an effort to distract myself from what's going on behind me, inside of me. If I just concentrate on the bullet maybe I can concentrate on the pleasure my clit is receiving and pretend my husband is not raping my asshole! I close my eyes and try to relax. I slowly move the bullet around my hard clit that has swollen to twice its normal size, trying to find the right spot. I feel Jonathan rotate his hips again and a dull pain radiates through my anus. I take a deep breath and rotate the bullet again. Ahhh, that's better a little more to the right.... and bam! A shot of electricity shoots through my vagina pushing my chest deeper into the bed and my hips back towards my husband's loins simultaneously pushing the last bit of his length into my anus, I gasp, he moans and stills my hips. All of a sudden I feel the most intense sensation throughout my loins I have ever felt. Everything is pulsing at the same time. I can feel the pressure of his penis pushing against the walls of my vagina expelling my fluids down my hand. My clit has come alive with a pulse beating in time with the rhythm of my bullet, and my anus feels full, satisfied as it pulses and squeezes my husband's penis. Pleasure and Pain I sat there kneeling on the cold floor looking up into his eyes knowing full well not to take my eyes off his and let them drift beneath whenever he was speaking to me. Whenever he spoke, I had to give him my whole attention. It was difficult because my mind kept wandering down below. As he spoke to me, teaching me of what he expected my eyes drifted from his eyes partially covered by glasses which did not take away from his manliness. They sat upon his regal nose, which was on top of a smile that took your breath away. He was not smiling now. When he taught, he taught with a passion. His face was intense believing what he spoke. His lips were firm and his jaw was square. His jaw made you want to run your fingers lightly to each side and then to where his chin peaked out. As he started speaking again, I watched him glance to his other subs in training. Quickly making eye contact again for if broken, his wrath would be fierce. People came to him because of his fierceness. When he possessed you, it was heavenly. Your body would be fucked and you will beg and plead for more until you were limp with exhaustion. Feeling myself react to the memory, I tried to control myself but I just couldn't help it. I just had to look down from his eyes; my eyes etched his throat watching his adams apple bob as he spoke. My breathing began to get uneven as my eyes roamed down to his broad, expansive chest seeing the power flow into his arms. I see his body turn my way and I look up quickly and look back into his eyes. His body etched into my mind and the hunger starting. He looked around as if he already sensed one of us about to mess up as if he knew which one of us already and he was waiting to make an example out of them. He turns to another side of the classroom and I feel relief as nobody wishes to anger him. To anger him is to be so thoroughly used. Pleasure and pain in itself. Having remembered messing up before I couldn't help but to remember how his expansive chest slicked down into his torso. He was as handsome as a Greek god and taught in the nude. He looked as if his body would marbleize at any moment. Looking into the heat of him you saw his member sticking out as he enjoyed what he taught. Showing his perfection as he taught teasing his students and teaching them self discipline. To look upon his maleness during training was to earn punishment. To look upon such magnificence again, I tried to control it but it was too late. I drew my breath in as I could feel his eyes on me and his body turned towards me slowly, menacingly. As if he meant to stalk me, skin me, and devour me in one gulp. I look up into his eyes and see his anger, his passion, and his disappointment. His eyes bore into me as he grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up to him close. I felt his breath on me as he melded his body onto mine his torso pressing into mine. Knowing I was going to be used my pussy started to drip even though I knew the torment lay ahead of me. How could you not knowing the perfection, hardness, and the skill powerfully holding you up to his steel profile. His maleness jutting proudly against you. Everyone knew the punishment for failing this training. You will be fucked, used, and pleasured till you can stand no more. Excitement and dread filled into me as I looked at him. His breath leaning over me. As his breath drew in he started to speak. You failed... Then he motioned to one of the other students who dared not disobey to bring the tools to the table. The student rushed over to do his bidding careful not to look upon the perfection. Rushing back with the tools, he set each one up and knelt waiting for further instructions. Waiting, hearing his breathing for his next command. My scalp started to tingle remembering his strong grip and then he spoke to the class. This one has broken the rules. Her task was simple. This class is to teach you self discipline. Distraction within this lifestyle can be harmful. For her to remember this, she will be fucked, beaten, and used as this lifestyle demanded. His arms looked to me and bore into my mind. Through all this, you have given your trust to me, earned your place in my house. Remember, I will do nothing to cause you permanent harm. If for some reason that trust be broken, speak your safe word and it will be over. He looked over the class and said listen up. Safe words are here for your protection. You hold the power in your hand to end this at any time. Giving the safe word is in effect is ending this. But be forewarned, giving it unnecessarily, will cause you to leave this training program. I have learned each of your limits and I will not cross them but sometimes you must be placed near to your limits to learn. He looks back at me with the fierceness boring into me as if he is looking deep to my soul. Do you understand this? Looking into his eyes, I say yes Master. I feel comfortable trusting him to know my limits and do what he saw fit in order for me to learn. This was not a punishment but a lesson to assist me into learning my control. Needing no further instruction he let go of my hair and strapped me on the table tightly motioning to the other sub to tie the silk rope around my hands and ankles leaving me immobile. Having been through this I know that this will be intense pleasure and pain. My pussy already dripping I feel a drop fall from my leg and fall onto his. Clicking his tongue, he raises it to my lips roughly knowing it was my cue to clean up my juices. I lick it up sensuously as he pulls his leg away making sure to have his manhood brush by my face teasing me, out of my reach. All I could think as I saw his manhood is I wanted it. I wanted it inside of in my mouth, in my heat, anywhere he wished. But if only it were so easy. I would come today...but I would come last. He turns around and speaks once more to the class. You may look elsewhere than my eyes. You will watch her torment, her pleasure. You will see what it is to be truly possessed. He turned around and it began. The table was I was tied to was barely enough for my belly to lean over and have my arms tied out. By breasts hung hardening anticipating his torment. I liked pain so this was going to be a dream come true, but a nightmare at the same time. My legs tied wide apart. Wide enough for him to see everything and have access to my whole being. He paced around me watching every quiver planning every different move to prolong my suffering, my pleasure, my pain. This was his favorite part. He was a sadist. Pain made him swell. He loved it when his submissive loved pain too. He could let loose a little. Enjoy it more. He looked up and nodded to a person dressed in white a medic of sorts. A person who will keep watch over both him and his sub during their RACK (Risk Aware Consensual Kink) it did not pleasure him one bit if his sub did not enjoy it. Also this person made sure neither one of them would go too far. They had intense training to be sure they didn't but accidents could always happen. The nod signaled the beginning. His large muscled hand ran over my body and down my backside massaging my rear allowing my blood to flow. Confident that I was ready he picked up a crop and slapped it across his hands a few times getting a feel for the tool in his hand. Once again he runs his hand over my backside massaging it. He steps behind me out of sight and lays the crop down confusing me. I half feel disappointed, half relieved as I hear nothing. Then I hear him picking up metal and I freeze knowing what is coming next. He steps in front of me, his body flowing like sinew each muscle rippling as he stand in front of me his manhood standing proudly. My mouth starts to water once again forgetting what is to come. I see his member dancing in front of me through his movement. He lets it dangle within inches in front of my face so close I know he can feel my breath. Intentionally he arouses me keeping his manhood out of my reach. Swiftly he grabs my hair standing me upright on the table. In a look of fierceness he runs his finger possessively over my body and around my nipples. Losing myself in the sensation I close my eyes my hips arching against the unmovable table and then I feel what I have forgotten. I scream from the shock of metal clamping over my breasts. My rock hard nipples being clamped swiftly and without warning. Exquisite pain shocks through my body as my hips arch into the table as I begin to get damp again. Knowing my favorite part of bondage being breast torture and having experience in my nipples being squeezed in many different ways he knows how to bring me to the brink of pain and pleasure. My body shaking and my juices flowing. My nipples hard as rocks as I gasp my breathing into control. His face glows with enjoyment as I begin to open my eyes. He flicks each nipple several times to test it each flick bringing a moan. Knowing the clamps are properly on and will not fall he knows I can take more. Motioning for me to look into his eyes I look there drinking in his gaze. He holds up the nipple weights as I nod letting him know that I am alright and this is still SSC (Safe Sane Consensual). Smiling satisfactorily he allows me to watch as the weights gets placed on each nipple. As the weights pull down I moan loudly. The clamps squeeze my nipples and I feel the white hot pain affect me all the way to my inner heat. My nipples being pinched together as the weights pull my breasts down. It was exquisite. Every movement was a combination of pure pleasure and agony. I feel him tap on the weights as I unexpectedly lose control and my pussy lets loose an orgasm causing my body to shake the weighted clamps making the orgasm all the more intense. Lost in my orgasm for what seemed like minutes and my body hung limply. Moaning and spent from that one orgasm. Frowning, he comes closer and glares at me hard. Enjoying it are we? Exausted from that unexpected orgasm I lightly say yes Master. He frowns harder and asks, Did I give you permission? No Master. I lower my head looking ashamed. You were told you would cum last. But since you decided not to wait for my permission you will cum many times. With that, he snaps his head up and addresses the group. You may all masturbate, but only orgasm once. He shakes his head and tells me we are not finished while he goes behind me and picks up the crop. Sated I prepare myself knowing what is coming. TWACK! One, Master. I flinch but keep my cheeks relaxed so it will not hurt as much. Clenching makes it worse. I wanted to enjoy these. TWACK! Two Master. The bite from the crop gets harder as his other hand caresses my rear. TWACK! Three Master. The crop swishes into my other cheek I feel the sting spread. TWACK! Four Master. This one is a little softer causing my body to relax. My rear stinging and warm his hand rubs it and then lets down a final T W A C K! On my rear causing me to moan loudly and fight against my restraints a little before counting the fifth stroke. I sigh as he runs his hand around my ass and his finger stroke the inside of my legs. He slaps my warm ass with my bare hand and motions for me not to count. He then leans over me making sure his body lays over my hot, bare bottom. His manhood lying hard in my heat. My juices once again start to flow. He reaches over and I moan loudly as he releases the nipple clips as my blood starts to once again flow through my nipples. I struggled against his body as he pinched and caressed my already sensitive nipples. He bent over biting my shoulder hard causing me to groan with pleasure. Softly chuckling he moves me over to a different table making sure to brush my sensitive backside every chance he can. He ties me up with my legs high in the air where he and the whole class can see. My pussy drips shamelessly from my previous orgasm while he brings out a vibrator and places it beside me. I become disappointed seeing the vibrator unused to where I do not notice him mounting me. I really liked vibrators almost as much as his hard, nude body. Before I noticed he plunged into my pussy in one swift stroke. The size of his member impaling me and stretching me more than the average manhood. I started to moan loudly with each stroke as my pussy became more and more wet causing me to cum over his pounding cock but he did not slow as I came and used my fluids to pound harder. Grinning and grunting on his own he then grabs my training belt designed with a tool I've never seen before. He briefly slows his pace he slides the vibrator through the hole causing it to settle over my clit. My eyes widen knowing what is up now. He turns the vibrator to high causing me to initially scream in pleasure. Once he sees the vibrator on high pleasuring my clit beyond words he goes back to pounding my pussy. Each stroke harder than the last. Beyond words I pull myself against my restrains as he fucks me. His hard, lithe body pounding on mine occasionally squeezing my tender ass. Finally he roars with one final thrust and holds the vibrator in place over my clit causing my body to erupt in one more orgasm clutching his cock. As soon as his orgasm finishes, he turns off the vibrator motioning to another student to lick his member clean. Motioning to another student to lick my clean, he glowered at me. I do not believe you have orgasmed enough yet slave. Tomorrow you will be sore and remember every pleasure, every pain, and every punishment. You will not forget your lack of self-discipline anytime soon. He motioned for the students to go back to their spots and walks back over to me releasing me and grabbing my hair. Leaning in close like he is going to kiss me then bites my chin viciously. The Master of teasing, torment, and orgasms. He yanks me carefully so I do not fall and moves me over to spreader bars and motions for a student to cuff my hands and feet to them. He nods in satisfaction dismissing the other slave to their spot and walks around me eyeing each curve I have, the welts on my ass, and you can tell which tortures would drive me the most insane. He then walks to a cabinet behind me to where I cannot see him and I could hear him rummaging and finally hearing him grunt as if he has found what he wanted. You hear items clang on a small metal table and the table being moved behind me out of sight. Next thing I know, a silk tie is tied around my head blocking my vision. You will see nothing, slave. You can do nothing but feel. Next thing I know, feel a leather paddle slide over my ass as if Master is massaging it. I sigh out a soft moan in the teasing and next thing I know he quickly swats my ass with the leather paddle a few times then caresses my ass. He swats my ass a few more times a little harder causing me to moan loudly on my already sensitive ass. He feels my ass massaging it then I hear him set down the paddle. I listen intently as he tells a slave to come and whispers to the slave so I cannot hear. Next thing I know the other slave's hands were massaging my rear with oil. I moan as this feels so heavenly. I recognize which slave this is knowing I have played with her a few times. We have a closeness that few other slaves share and on top of that Master owns us both. Next thing I know her finger dips into my asshole causing me to moan and arch my hips. Feeling the oil heat up my juices start to flow again and Master says enough. I am somewhat disappointed as she stops but I know Master has a plan. Master dismisses her to her spot and the next thing I know I have something at my ass. He leans over and bites my ear and says to relax as he inserts it. I moan feeling the plug insert into my ass. He proceeds to turn on the vibrator function on low. Enough to torment me, not enough to cum. Next thing I know, I feel cold steel in-between my legs. Two balls connected together being rubbed into my juices before slowly inserting them inside me. My pussy seems to suck it inside as I feel whatever material connecting them hanging in-between my legs. This sensation gets my juices flowing more as I moan. I hear him walk around to the front of me and making sure the tie is still in place. He leans in close to where I feel his breath. You will love this my pain slut. My hips jerk involuntarily and I can feel his grin as the devices torment me. Please Master. I want him inside me so bad. Not yet my slave. I feel a pang of disappointment but gasp as he slaps my ass. The balls and the plug making it all the sweeter. I hear him step away and hear something being shuffled. I feel him at my rear turning up the butt plug on high. I moan and breathe getting myself under control. This orgasm you will ASK. He enunciates the last word knowing if I do not, I will not have an orgasm for a long while. I writhe as he places nipple clamps on me and feel his breath as he leans over rubbing his chest over the clamps purposely tormenting me. They are clovers slave. Next thing I know, he is putting weights on and I scream in the torment-pleasure. I feel myself close and I ask him if I can come only to hear a stern not yet. He says to get ready and next thing I know I hear a click and the balls in my twat are electrified. I scream but electricity is a turn-on that he rarely indulges in. OH MY GOD! I yell. And he waits just in case the safe word is said and when there is none, he clicks the switch again. Master, I'm so close I moan in-between the screams. Not yet he growls. Next thing I know the balls are removed and I feel so disappointed but his fingers are inserted instead fucking me hard. And I feel his breath coming close to my most intimate part as he suckles lightly and I become so close and he stops allowing me control over myself. Next thing I know I hear a vibrator turn on and he places it over my clit as he starts to finger me harder. The vibrator is on low but I hear clicks as he turns it on high and I buck. The butt-plug stimulating me as he turns it up to max as well begins to hold my hips to keep me still. Both the vibrator on my clit and ass on their highest setting I scream out a moan and I hear him say NOW. I let loose a strong orgasm that makes my toes curl and my body convulse. He turns off the vibrators and removes the plug and I hear them placed on a table as I hang limply while Master releases me and takes me to a bed big enough for two as he cleans me up and cuddles me. Aftercare I think lightly to myself. Stroking me and massaging my ass from all the swats as if making it all better. After what seems like forever but was only minutes later, I hear the medic walk over and stand patiently. Master nods to the medic in acknowledgement as he allows the medic to examine me. The medic gives the all clear and Master smiles then looks around the room. He stands back up to address the class. Class, I hope you all learned a lesson. Clean up the toys and the room. He smirks looking at juices on the floor. Then shower. With that he left the room and the other students began to clean the toys and the room and the sub that massaged my ass with oil before came over to me cuddling a few minutes and then helps me to the showers and bed. I will be sleeping like a baby tonight...Tomorrow is for reflection.