PAIN SLUT –
Chapter 5 – More jewelry
Our sessions progressed each Saturday night where he would find new ways to torment and please my body. My Dom had me bound in his apparatus, as usual, where I could not move. He admired the rings in my nipples and flicked them with his finger. And he commented about my labia rings too, and how lovely they all were. But he said he could do better.
I did not know what he meant until he pulled a clamp from his tray and showed it to me. He asked, “where do you think this clamp is going, Slave?”. I was afraid he was about to attach it to my swollen clit, but I could not make any words, just incoherent gibberish. He used one hand to stretch out my clit while positioning the clamp where he wanted it. He relaxed his fingers and the clamp snuggly bit into my clit. I howled in pain, and he laughed at my torment. He was not done. He ***********ed a needle from the tray and showed it to me. My eyes bulged out as I realized that he planned to skewer my clit, as he had done to my other intimate areas. I fought my bindings to escape, but also was desperate to feel the steel penetrate my most tender flesh.
He lined up the needle and positioned it to pierce me. He told me I had better be still or the needle would miss the mark and he would have to do it again. I craned my neck down to watch but did not really want to see. I felt the clamp stretch out my clit, then the needle quickly stabbed me. I screamed bloody murder as the searing pain took over my body. I had a crushing orgasm as the needle broke thru both sides of my clit. I was now pierced in all my most intimate body parts, and my brain was flooded with pleasure signals.
He wrapped the needle, which protruded on either side of my clit, with twine. He then tugged the twine so that my clit was wickedly stretched out from my crotch like a tiny male erection. He tied the twine to another bracket suspended above my crotch and stood back to admire his handiwork. “How do you like being pierced, Slave?” Again, I could form no words, until I meekly mumbled “Thank you, Sir”.
“Just like your other piercings, your clit must be adorned with jewelry”, my Dom said in a calm voice. He let the twine loose which had been stretching it up, and this allowed my clit to retreat somewhat, but it still was extended outside my labias. Then he replaced the needle with a lovely clit ring. It stung as he slid the new ring into position. He said this ring would allow him to latch on to my clit for future fun.
One session he strapped my arms into his contraption, but my feet were on the floor. I was in a standing position. He had a spreader bar to hold my legs apart. He attached lead weights to my nipple rings which pulled them down, stretching them in a new direction. He pulled out a vibrator and held it against my clit ring. The sensation of the vibrations focused thru the metal ring was incredible. He would add additional weights to my nipple rings until he knew I could stand no more, then he used the vibrator on my clit to bring me to the edge of orgasm, then stop. He moved down to my cunt and hooked a weight on each of my labia rings. Then he went back to using the vibrator on my clit ring. He would add more weight to my labias until I felt that they must be stretched out a foot. He nudged them so that they would swing after he added weight. He began again with the vibrator on my clit ring and soon I had a crushing orgasm.
Chapter 6 – too much
Another session was when my Dom had my arms again strapped into his apparatus and my ankles were suspended from the ceiling with ropes. He had my legs pulled up so that my torso was parallel to the ground and most of my weight was suspended by my ankle straps. My legs were splayed apart as far as they could go. He connected my two labia rings to bindings that were around my upper thighs and stretched them out as far open as he could manage to pull my cunt lips apart. I was laying there, suspending in the air, with my dripping cunt wide open and begging to be assaulted.
He left my clit ring unchained. It was swollen and throbbing, as if it had a mind of its own, as to how and when it would be molested. My head was at an angle where I could only see the ceiling, so I was unaware of what might come next, and this anticipation made my crotch tingle with anticipation.
I heard my Dom digging around for something, then I detected that he found the device he wanted. He touched my breasts with some kind of strap, like a wide, leather belt, and teased me with it. Then he stepped between my spread legs. Nothing happened for a long moment, then I felt the air move as his arm rose up and quickly snapped downward. I felt the hard sting of that leather strap land directly on my stretched open cunt. The searing pain caught me by surprise, and I screamed in agony. I felt his arm rise again and another blow struck my exposed clit. He flogged me mercilessly with this strap until I was in pure agony. The pleasure I might have received from the leather was masked by the severity of the pain it caused. I began to scream and cry and begged him to stop. He finally did. Then he lowered my legs and unbound me. This was a short session. I did not speak. I found my clothes, got dressed, and quickly left. He was sad that I did not stay the night. I just couldn’t. My Dom had gone too far.
Chapter 7 – Taken from behind
I will have to admit that the intense pain and lack of pleasure that my Dom inflicted on me during my last Saturday with him caused me to re-evaluate my situation. I was voluntarily acting as his slave and submitted to his will. But I did not have to be a volunteer. I still had free will. I showed up at his door the following Saturday with trepidation. Not knowing if my Dom would punish me for leaving early last week or would feel contrite for inflicting too much pain.
I knocked on his door and began to undress outside. He opened the door and said “stop. You do not need to strip outside any longer”. I am sure I had a puzzled look on my face but came inside fully dressed. He kissed me and told me to sit and enjoy a glass of wine. I stayed dressed, and this was the first time I had been offered this while still clothed. I sensed a change. He smiled and was full of compliments and interest in me. It was like he was seeing an old friend, not a sex slave. I was soon under his spell and wanted nothing more than to go to the playroom and get my session started. He acted almost reluctant to do it, and I assumed he felt guilty that he had over done it last time. I was ready to move on from last week and see what tonight had in store for me.
He had an ottoman, which is a large, leather covered footstool, that he had brought into the playroom. I was naked, of course, and he had me lie face down on it. My knees rested on the floor. My tummy and chest were on the ottoman. He tied my legs to the base of the ottoman which spread my thighs apart. My upper body was strapped down to keep me from being able to get up. I was tightly secured and he, as usual, would walk around me, in my helpless condition, and admire his work. “You look like you are ready to take a good ass fucking, slave”, he smirked. I craned my neck sideways to see him and told him I was his to use as he wanted. He just laughed at that remark, as if, in my helpless position, there was any question about him doing just that.
He was naked and kneeled behind me. I felt his skin touching my bare thighs as he nestled in against me. He rubbed his erection against my cunt to swab my juices around his dick head to aid him in insertion. He gripped my waist, then plunged his hard-on into my eager cunt. It felt delightful to be crammed full of his manhood. I cooed softly as he stroked in and out of me. I expected pain, in some form, but he was doing nothing like that during this session. I patiently enjoyed his use of my cunt. He then shoved two fingers into my pussy, along with his dick and began working them in and out of me. The sensation was lovely, and I had a series of small orgasms from his attention.
He pulled those fingers from my cunt and eased them into my asshole. This was something I always wanted to experience but for some reason, my stepfather had never used my ass before. I was ready to be sodomized in the worst way, and barked back at my Dom, over my shoulder, to “fuck that asshole”. He did not have to be told twice. He pulled his swollen cock from my cooch and inched it into my rectum, while keeping his fingers in my asshole too. I was stretched beyond what I thought I could take, but then got accustomed to the feeling. He eventually managed to bury his prick balls deep into my ass and began slowly pounding away. It felt incredible. The sloshing noises of my juices and the lube that he had on his fingers made a lovely nasty sound to break the silence of the playroom. I grunted like an animal with every inbound stroke that he gave me.
After several minutes of this, he pulled his cock out and went around to my face. I looked up and saw his slimy prick in front of my mouth, so I did the proper thing and sucked it clean. He delighted in this and returned his cock to my ass to get another coating of butt slime for me to clean off again. This was repeated several times, to my delight. I loved sucking his dirty cock clean.
He then got more lube on his hand and began working several fingers into my rectum. His cock was back in my cunt by this time. I could not tell how many fingers he had in me, but between both holes I was filled with him. Eventually I could tell he had his entire fist in my ass. I couldn’t believe I could accommodate it, as he shoved his fist in and out of me. I felt a finger stroking my clit with one hand as he fisted me with the other. I unexpectedly had another mind-blowing orgasm. He kept his fist inside me until I was done quivering, then he slowly pulled it out. He came around to my face with his cock in his hand and feverishly jacked off. His cum shot out and I felt his sperm blast onto my face. I valiantly tried to capture some of his jizz as it dripped past my lips. Then, he shoved his dick in my mouth, and I sucked it until he went soft.
I slept in his bed with him that night, as had become our regular practice. Then I got up on Sunday, dressed and kissed him goodbye. My Dom looked depressed and lonely as I broke our embrace. I looked into his eyes and told him I was looking forward to seeing him again next Saturday. He smiled. Something had changed in my Dom. The evil persona was gone. I did not know if this was good or not.
Chapter 8 – The last Saturday as a slave
I had a busy week. I had found a job and was quickly learning the ropes of what I needed to do. It was very fulfilling to be a productive person and I enjoyed making the effort to get the job done well. By the end of the week, I was ready for a break, and my Saturday night session with my Dom was exactly what I needed.
I showed up, and knocked on his door, and he invited me in as if we had never had the “strip first” requirement. He handed me a glass of fine wine and we began catching each other up on our past week, just like lovers might. Not like a Dom and a Slave. It was nice.
My Dom was a very handsome man, who was probably two decades older than me. And he had an important career with many financial successes. But this evening he spent a lot of time telling me that all his successes did not match what he had discovered by meeting me. He began to tear up as he looked into my eyes. He said he no longer wanted to beat me or give me pain. He told me that he wanted to stop being my Dom. He told me he loved me. He wanted me to marry him.
Needless to say, I was dumbfounded. It never occurred to me that anyone would ever want me as a girlfriend, lover or anything that was respectable. My stepfather told me I was trash and that I needed to be treated as such. My Dom felt differently. He got down on his knees and looked into my eyes. He told me how much he loved me and what I meant to him. And he asked if I would be his wife.
I took a sip of wine to calm my nerves and stared into his desperate face. I told him there was only ONE way I would marry him. He had to PROMISE me that we would still use the apparatus every Saturday night. I told him “A girl has needs too, you know”. He said yes, and so did I.
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