Her eyes went wide and she squeezed down on the vibe to make sure it stayed inside her. After all, it was the only thing that might even slightly take an edge of this new level of pain. She moaned wantonly as squeezing down on the perilously positioned vibrator upped the intensity.
He continued to crop her without mercy, his smiling growing with each wicked hit that was designed to keep her jumping and jerking around, maximising her pain at every moment. He was enjoying her suffering. And, from the distinctive smell of her arousal and the wet shine between her legs, however much she sobbed and squealed and begged, one thing was undeniable – she was getting off on this as well.
Her knees buckled a little and she squealed louder as she was jolted back to attention by the heavy duty clamps that twisted and tugged at her agonisingly squeezed flesh. Yet her moaning started to change, her body clearly gearing up towards the most awesome orgasm of her life.
He twirled the crop over his hand thoughtfully, still undecided on whether to give her any kind of release while she suffered. After all, he was thoroughly in control and knew of any number of ways to thwart her desperately needed orgasms, even at the last second.
He struck the crop against her inner thigh, close enough to her pussy to cause her moan to deepen. He smiled. Maybe he would let her cum. After all, letting her cum and then leaving her in pain as she came down from her surely epic high might be even more fun – as then she’d be in even more unthinkable amounts of pain, but have no quick release-option from it any more…!
She moaned lustily as he cropped her once more, her arousal at her predicament finding a way to overcome the thwarting nature of pain so that pain and pleasure blended together inside of her in a heady cocktail. He smiled. Yes, he was going to let her fly to the freeing heights of orgasm where even pain only registered as pleasure – it would make it far more fun when she was once more greeted by her inescapable pain. A pain that she would surely wish she didn’t get so wet for, even as she inevitably sobbed, squealed and squirmed her way towards a potential second orgasm. After all, he was the puppet Master, and he did enjoy pulling her strings…