****** Our Session ******
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Our Session


My heart beats steadily against my chest as I sit there looking straight ahead,
concentrating on every word he says. At his command I reach down, taking the
clamps in hand, my breath quickening. I lean back in the chair, sliding my ass
to the edge, my thighs moving to either side of the legs. My legs are never to
close, nor am I permitted to touch myself in any way be it out of pleasure or
to relieve the pain. Those are his words. I slide one hand down between my
legs, my finger sliding between my folds, my fingertip finding the firm hooded
swelling.

"Rub it, squeeze it, do what you must to make it hard," he orders.

I can't help but moan as my finger strokes my hungry clit, taking it between my
finger and thumb, working it back and forth like a tiny cock. .I look down
between my legs, placing my index and middle finger between the lips and
spreading them outwards, making a V with them, exposing my red throbbing clit.

"Clamp it."

I don't hesitate. The clamp hovers momentarily as I squeeze my fingers
together, the mouth opening. I hook my feet into the front legs of the chair,
bracing myself for what is to come. Then I release it directly over my clit,
gasping as I feel the sharp bite on the swollen flesh, like a lightening bolt
flashing through my cunt. I fight with all my strength to keep my legs from
coming together. I sit there, my body jerking, trying to adjust to the feeling
between my thighs. After a few moments I realize what I am to do next. I rise
unsteadily from the chair, the other end of the clamp held tightly in my palm,
my other hand clenched at my side. He doesn't have to tell me to spread my legs
wide.

"Release it NOW."

"OH GOD," I scream as I force myself to turn my hand sideways, the other end of
the clamp falling, pulling harshly on the mouth which pinches my flesh. I stand
there trembling, moaning each time the clamp sways between my legs. A pendulum
he calls it. And that is exactly what it is. Moving until it comes to a rest,
until it runs out of energy. My knees weaken, feeling nothing but the
unyielding pain between my legs.

"Lean down and take the end into your hand, hold it directly out in front of
you at waist level."

I shake my head from side to side, groaning as I lean down, trying desperately
not to pull or tug on the clamp. Wishing I was bound, finding it so difficult
to stand here before him, holding myself still as I await his command. And then
it comes.......

"NOW!!!!"

I moan once loudly, then scream out my agony as the clamp falls from my hand,
unable to make any meaningful sounds. The instant it is released my eyes fill
with tears, sliding down my flushed cheeks, onto the tops of my breasts. The
pain spreads as I stand there, becoming more unbearable as the seconds go by.
He must sense this as he tells me to sit. Reaching behind me I place my hands
on the seat of the chair, steadying myself as I rest my ass on the edge,
dreading each movement the clamp makes. Without a moment's hesitation he
instructs me to lean over and pick up the belt. Moving only my upper body I do
so, then sit back up and wait.

"Wrap it around your hand a couple times, leave enough so you can use it on
yourself. When I say use it I mean use it the way you know I would wield it."

I look down at my hand, winding one end of the belt around it, getting a good
grip on it. I breathe in, holding it until I am told to begin.

"Ten on each thigh followed by ten on your cunt."

Leaning my head back I raise my arm, then bring it down. The strap lands on the
inside of my thigh like a broad band of pain. Each time making the next harder
than the last. I try desperately to remain quiet but I cannot. Stinging pain
washing through my body as I move to my other thigh. Again and again and again.

"HARDER!"

An explosive crack filled the room as I do my best for him. I barely have
enough time to catch my breath before the next one falls. Each mark growing
white, then a bright red, then fading. Screaming behind clenched teeth as I
catch the clamp secured to my clit. Over and over. Having lost count long ago.

"STOP!"

And I do. My hands falling to my sides, the belt falling from my hand as I
release my grip on it. My thighs are a mass of red and pink crisscrossed welts.
Feeling the pounding ache of the parts of my body that I have covered with
marks.

"Reach down and pull hard on the chain between your legs. NOW!"

Again I listen. Air passing through my clenched teeth as I see stars. I try to
remain silent, but cannot. The sounds now are those of my screams.

"Remove it now. Do not touch yourself."

I tell him no....please......not yet. I do not have the strength to.

"NOW GIRL!"

What is worse? Leaving it there or removing it? It does not take long to find
out. The tops of my feet dig into the wooden legs of the chair, my fingers on
the clamps, feeling the rush of blood, the pain spreading like a brush fire as
I release it. I wonder how much more he wants me to take, how much more I am
capable of.

"Clamp your nipples. Starting with the right," he orders.

I gather what strength I have left and run my palm over my nipple, which
immediately springs erect. Without hesitation I raise the clamp to my right
breast, a moan rising in my throat as it pinches down. Then the left. There is
a dull throb coming from each nipple, every breath I take slightly shakes my
breasts causing sharp little pains to run through my chest. I look up, having
done what I was told.

"Take the chain connecting them and pull down HARD. Then up. Stretch those
tits."

Oh God the pain that goes rushing through me as I pull on the chain connecting
my nipples. Cruelly I yank on the chain in a swift upward motion. The pain in
my nipples increasing as I torment my breasts, drawing in harsh breaths with
each pull.

"Up, down, up, HARDER," he barks out. And then finally, "Stop."

The chain hangs between my breasts as I release it. My body trembling, aching,
my mind filled with nothing but the pain racing through me. Then he commands me
to release one clamp. I grimace, breathing deeply through my nose, waiting for
the pain to subside. Yet as soon as it does, he immediately orders me to remove
the other, sending another jolt of unexpected pain through my body. I ache to
soothe them but remember his words. After a few dragged out minutes I have
managed to catch my breath. I know what is to come next. It is how he leaves me
after each session.

"The plug, girl."

The chain brushing my thigh as I lean over, taking the six inch plug in hand. I
rise from my chair and bend over at the waist. Spreading my thighs I reach back
with one hand, the head nudging at my ass. With one savage thrust it tears into
my ass, causing me to scream out. I draw my hand from my ass, the plug resting
in its place uncomfortably. My ass stretching to accommodate the intrusion.

"You shall keep that in place until you see me tomorrow. Is that understood?"

I moan. "Yes, Sir. Thank you."

"You are welcome, girl. Good night."

I sink back down into the chair as I watch in front of me, wincing as the plug
is pushed inwards as my ass comes to rest on the seat. I bring my hand up and
touch my fingertips lightly to the screen, watching as the words Master_______
has logged off.

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