****** Special Session by Jennistoy ******
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Special Session


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Special Session

I entered the hotel, my pack-hanging heavy on my shoulder. I was rushing to
meet with a new client, one who required a lot more than most of my others.
This was to be our first face to face meeting and I wanted to start the evening
on the right foot.

I knocked on his hotel door, waiting patiently for him to open it. The door
swung open, and I looked down on the floor. There beside the door was a naked
body of a young man in the submissive greeting position I had told him he must
be in. I prodded him with the toe of my boot. He scooted out of the way of the
door. His face was buried in the carpet and his eyes covered with his hands. I
slipped inside and removed a blindfold out of my pocket. I covered his eyes
with it, gently slipping the mask in place and buckling it down on his head. To
that I added a ball gag, and a pair of earphones. The music exploded in his
ears. It was one of my favorites to work to, NIN, "Pretty Hate Machine". The
music pounded and ebbed and with the earphones over his ears, he couldn't hear
a thing. I was listening to the same CD only my side of the plug was into a set
of speakers. I could hear what the music was doing and could appropriately
change what I was doing to him in time to the mood of the music. I got out my
video camera and set it up so that I had a good angle to tape the proceedings.

With the stereo blasting in his ears, the blind fold in place, and a gag in his
mouth, he only had a few senses with which he could use to sense the world
around him. I bound him across a sway-backed folding chair that I carry with
me. The curve of the canvas is great for exposing the stomach or back of a
client and it is lightweight enough to carry with me.

After I exposed his cock and stomach upward on the chair and gave him a
handkerchief to hold between his fingers. If he dropped it, it was over. I
pulled a long flogger out of my pack. He lay passive and quivering. I ran the
flogger through the air a few times to allow him to feel the breeze of it
passing by him. I watched as his skin bumped up. The first impact of the
flogger was directly on his stomach. He jumped as the stiff leather strands cut
first through the air, and then sliced across his sensitive skin, leaving thin
red lines that began to welt almost right away. He tensed against his bonds,
arching upward and the soft sound of his wail escaped around the gag. He sagged
against the chair, shaking against the initial burst of violence. Again the
flogger cut across his stomach this time abusing the other side of his stomach.
Again he arched, his hard penis forming a drip of pre-cum around the slit in
his tip.

I stood for a second, waiting for the music to catch up. Right as is started, I
swung the flogger again. It connected with his abdomen over and over in time to
the beat pounding through his ears. I watched as his stomach contracted over
and over, how his chest rose sharply with each breath and how he shook with
sobs. His strong fingers clenched the handkerchief tightly, as though his life
depended on being able to take what I dished out to him.

His hips arched in time to the pounding and the music, engulfing his whole body
in rhythm. His ass slapped on the chair as he alternately fought against, or
moved with, the beat on his stomach and in his ears. I stopped and cuffed his
balls and attached them to a chain. I pulled them away from his body, pulling
them very taunt, stretching the skin to the point where I could see him scream
from behind the gag. Still his fingers gripped his flag of surrender, refusing
to let it float to the ground. Tears began to leak out from behind his mask,
dripping on to his arms where they were secured. I reached into my pack with my
right hand and brought out a long thin strip of wood. It was about the 1/2 the
length of a yardstick, only about 1/2 as thick and the center had holes punched
out of it. It was painted black and had a black leather wrapped handle attached
to it with fringe that could also be used as a whip.

I continued to pull the skin out and I faced the length of it. With a short
controlled swing I brought the stick whistling down on his tight balls,
connecting on the skin I had stretched. He screamed behind his gag and his
whole being tensed up. His toes curled and he seemed to freeze as the shock of
it went through his system. When he started to breathe again, I brought it down
again, this time with a much longer stroke. Again he cried out, his body was
shaking uncontrollably. His cock was literally spewing pre cum. He had soaked
his tip and it was running down the sides. He sobbed in pain, crying out, but
as I watched he got a better grip on the white scrap of cloth. He clutched it
in his hand, desperately holding on to it almost as though he seemed to get
strength from it.

I brought the slender piece of wood down again, and again, crashing it down on
the tender exposed skin of his balls. He screamed at each one. I secured the
chain against the dresser in the room. I then proceeded to slap at his actual
balls, huddled together at the end of the cuff. I slapped them with the wood,
beating each one until it began to hurt me just to watch. By the time I had
finished, his balls were purple and beginning to swell some. I released the
cuff knowing how much pain that would bring him alone. He moaned as his balls
slapped his thighs.

I reached inside my bag again, and twirled three pre-lubricated q-tips between
my fingertips. The music was soft, mellow, but I knew a good jolt would be
coming. I took his hard cock in my hand and right as the drums came crashing
through the music, I inserted one of the q-tips into his slit. He tried to sit
as I pushed and twirled it inside him. He was openly crying now, his mouth as
slack as it could be with the gag, tears pouring around the side of the mask. I
added another and finally a third. He was shaking from head to toe and I lay
back as the music subsided again. I reached into my bag again and brought out a
much- loved candle. The well around the wick was deep. I lit it, and then
started to stroke his poor abused flesh, he moaned and arched against my hand.
I twisted a couple of the q-tips before stroking the shaft.

When the candle and melted enough wax, I proceeded to start dripping it over
his chest. Each drop caused him to flinch at the fleeting pain. I slowly moved
the candle from his chest to each nipple, coating them in wax, watching as he
reacted to the liquid heat that dripped from the candle. His breath caught only
to be expelled slowly. I started working my way down dripping the wax around
the outline of his cock, down his inner thighs, and on his balls. He arched up
when the wax hit his balls. I waited for a few, expecting to see the cloth
flutter to the ground. Nothing, he sobbed and shook, but did not break. I
started dripping the molten wax along his shaft. He started to soften. I
slapped gently at his member and it stiffened up under the assault. I moved the
stream of wax further up his cock, dripping it on the rim of his tip. He arched
upward, screaming behind the gag. I waited a second more and did it again. I
kept a close eye on him as I continued to coat the tip all around the hole in
wax.

He was breathing heavily and sweating. His beautiful black hair was soaked and
his whole body trembled. I set the candle down and spread his legs. Slowly I
ran a finger up behind his balls. Earlier on the phone he had confessed to me
he had a fear of his ass being penetrated. I worked my finger slowly back down
towards his asshole.

He started to shake his head, but I ignored both the verbal protests and the
motions of his head. I focused instead on the scrap of cloth in his fingers. He
gripped it so tightly I wondered if he had forgotten it was there. I reached up
with my left hand and tugged on it. His hands moved as far out of my reach as
they could. I understood the message. He knew it was there and was not going to
give it up.

I continued back towards his ass with my finger and scratched at the entrance.
He tensed and I chuckled and swatted him on his buttocks. I reached into my bag
and pulled out a small bottle of lube. I coated my finger and slid it in,
meeting some resistance, but not as much as I expected. He arched up against
it, and then subsided. I wiggled my finger around in him. He stiffened up, but
soon relaxed against my hand. I withdrew the finger and pushed it back in,
getting him used to the sensation of it moving inside him. He relaxed quite a
bit and started thrusting back against me. I added another finger and got him
used to that as well.

I withdrew them and lubed up a thinner vibe. I slowly pushed it in and then
turned it on. He moaned at the sensations that assaulted him. I moved it in and
out. He started arching against it, moving toward his final release. I slapped
at his cock and he stopped, confused. I wanted to set the pace and didn't want
him becoming too comfortable. I kept fucking him with it, but watched him
carefully.

I freed one of his hands and directed it to the vibe. As soon as he was forced
to move it himself, he seemed to get even harder. Slowly he started to fuck
himself with the vibe. While he did that I started slowly pulling the q-tips
out. He cried out at the pain that lanced through his system. Finally each of
the three were out. He lay there sobbing and panting. I pushed the chair around
and unbound him. From there I lay him on the bed and repositioned the camera so
it could record what he was going to do next.

I lay him flat on his back, removed his ball gag, and then started moving his
legs over his head. His spine was curled and the tip of his cock was only
centimeters from his mouth. I slipped a small pillow underneath his head and
then he had the extra height needed to suck it. I allowed him to run his lips
over it, slowly getting used to the sensation. I continued to move the vibe in
his ass as his tongue and lips caressed his tip. I applied pressure onto the
back of his head and he started to suck earnestly at it. With in what seemed to
be seconds his cum shot into his mouth and he struggled to swallow it. His face
was creased in disgust and humiliation, but he did eventually get it down. I
quickly pulled everything out, leaving him blindfolded. I gathered my things
together, washed the vibe and packed up the camera, dropping the tape on the
bed. I removed the headphones, and he immediately went into the submissive
posture on the bed. I removed the blindfold and quietly left closing the door
behind me gently.

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