****** The Torture of Jenny by Hanley Strapmann ******
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The Torture of Jenny


She opened the e-mail with a little bit of fear. Her dom had made it clear that
if she misbehaved, she would be punished. Judging from the punishments that he
had given her in the past, she would remember the punishment for a long time.

The e-mail was short, he was coming over to deliver the punishment. She could
feel a slight trembling, at the same time though, she felt the throbbing in her
cunt. She stripped and waited quietly for him, resigned to her fate.

The door bell rang, she opened the door, never taking her eyes off the floor.
She prayed that her show of submissiveness and her wanting body was enough to
distract him from his task. It didn't.

He walked past her without saying a word and went straight to the bedroom. She
closed the door and followed.

Once in the bedroom, he sat on the chair facing the bed. She knelt before him
and started to unzip his pants. He slapped her hands away; she cowered, knowing
that he was not going to relent.

"Get the ropes ready," was all he said.

Jenny moved to the bed and arranged the ropes from the four corners. She felt
his eyes on her as she moved around the bed in preparation. She noticed her
hands shaking a little and worked to regain control of herself.

When the ropes were ready, she knelt.

"On the bed, put your hands and feet into the loops."

Jenny moved onto the bed and slid first her feet and then her hands into the
loops. The cool air swept past her wet pussy. He slipped the ropes tightly
around her ankles and wrists and then went to the drawer where she kept her
toys. Her hopes soared, "Maybe this won't be too bad," she thought to herself
as she saw him draw out her favorite dildo.

He returned to the bed, drawing out a roll of tape from his pocket. Pressing
the vibrator to her clit, he taped it securely.

As he placed the blindfold on her, he said, "You know you are not to come
without permission. You admitted that you fingered yourself without me. Now you
must learn."

She felt him leave the bed.

"Now you may come as much as you like."

With this, he turned the vibrator onto a low setting.

The vibration on her clit caused her to jump at first. She heard the chair move
as he sat back down to watch her. Her hip started to move, almost on their own.
The vibrations felt very intense on her clit. A low moan escaped her lips in
only a half a minute. The first climax arrived after three or four minutes.

Relaxation was not to be hers though; her clit is very sensitive after a
climax, but the vibrator hummed on and she gritted her teeth to escape the pain
and excitement. Her body screamed for escape from the relentless vibrating of
her clit; she started to jerk, trying to get the vibrator off her overly
sensitized clit. It was like getting tickled, and you gasp for air but the
tickling goes on.

She knew he was watching, but, all of her concentration was on her clit and its
relentless messages to her brain. Her legs and arms were twisting and she
pulled and grabbed the loops very hard. This pain lasted about two minutes
before she felt the heat again in her pussy and clit.

Her clit felt as hard as a rock. This climax was coming from deep inside her
womb, when it broke out she flooded the blanket with a gusher of her juices.

The climax was only a brief relief from the vibrator's assault on her clit. The
pain on her clit after the second climax was now even harder as the vibrator
went on. She turned and twisted around like a maniac, trying to move so that
the vibrations would have less effect, but it didn't work. The vibrations
crawled up her body, she could even feel the sensations in her teeth.

The third climax, and those that followed were lost in a haze of pain mixed
with intense pleasure. To this day, she describes the sensation as being in
another universe.

When she came back to her senses, the vibrator had been ripped off her pussy
and laid on the floor. Whether she did it or he did, she does not know. Her
right hand was clutched her pussy; her right foot was outside the loop. The
blanket was a crumbled heap under her right leg, it was thoroughly soaked.

When she removed her hand from her pussy, big thickly strings of my juices
stuck between her pussy and her hand. Her throat was hoarse; she hadn't
realized that she had been screaming.

She looked around the room, but, he had left. The clock told her that only 35
minutes had passed. She felt like she had been raped. She could still feel the
vibrations in her body, her clit was still popped outside its hood. She had
never seen her clit as big as it was. When she touched it, she almost jumped to
the ceiling.

Her clit was on fire, not wanting to get touched. No panties for her, she wore
a loose skirt that does not cling to my body. It took two days before she was
able to touch her pussy and clit.

For weeks afterwards, she caught herself touching the vibrator now and then,
every time shuddering when she remembered what it had done to her. Did she want
to do it again? Even she wasn't sure.

She had changed. Not only did she obey her master more readily, but now, even
if she touches her clit, even gently, it pops out of its hood immediately
begging for the attention that he had received. Is it slightly bigger now?


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