An adult stories – Janet Needs More by belowzero007,belowzero007 Janet had a problem. It had been a long time since the needs she had felt so long ago had come into her conscious thoughts. Lately she found herself remembering events from her first real adult relationship in her early 20s and it scared her a little, but also gave her a warm feeling that could not be denied. She was now in her early 30s and while she had several serious relationships since, none had been anything like that first one. After it was over, she just couldn’t give herself like that to anyone else. What had been suppressed now seemed to rise to the surface of her thoughts more and more frequently, often unbidden and at the most inappropriate times.
The intimate relationship she currently had did not seem to be at the point where she felt comfortable exposing these needs she clearly felt. While he was a kind and gentle lover, a gentleman both in and out of bed, generous in every way, that was not what she needed sometimes. But he had never shown he could see her true nature, even after she had hinted about it several times. One time after she had accidentally spilled a drink on his pants, she apologized and said she deserved a spanking for it, and all he did was laugh and say she was too old for that. But she wasn’t at all! She knew she eventually had to be more direct and just tell him, but she just couldn’t do that yet. She also knew if she did not do something about it soon, she might do something impetuous that might scare him and affect this wonderful relationship that could be the best thing for her in the long run, or so she hoped. She knew she had to be patient to make that happen and get him to fulfill these deep needs, but that didn’t help her right now. So she thought that there must be someone else that could provide the outlet she knew she needed.
Janet thought long and hard about who would be a good person for this, to provide for her sexual needs yet not develop a permanent relationship that would be complicated with emotions and love, which she already had so deeply for her current lover. She had been conversing with a group of people anonymously in an on-line forum devoted to kinky sex to try and satisfy her needs vicariously, and asked there about how to get a vanilla lover to try what she wanted. Several there had discussed open relationships, male domination and female submission, and were experienced in providing the bondage and pain she desired. Most of the suggestions had been essentially to be direct with him, but she just couldn’t go there yet even though she knew it was the real answer.
In the meantime, she wanted someone already in a permanent but open relationship with a wife, to make sure that it stayed only about sex. Maybe she wanted to see if the reality would be as good again as the fantasy, or if she should just keep it in her fantasy world and accept a more normal relationship with her lover. After some time she started emailing several of the men to get to know them better, and found they were all “normal” people living normal lives, including one that was an avid gardener like herself, but their relationships also included the things she desired for herself. After a few weeks she explained to the one she thought was the best fit what she was looking for and asked him if he would be interested. He promptly replied he would love to, and would get back to her after discussing it with his wife.
He showed his wife the emails and they discussed it at length, and they decided to go ahead and set it up for a weekend coming up when she would be visiting her sister out of state so he could be alone with Janet. He contacted Janet and she made the necessary arrangements to be available for the weekend a few weeks away in mid-July.
The weeks passed quickly and on the appointed Friday afternoon she drove to his house about an hour away, arriving only minutes before the agreed upon time. She noticed immediately the lovely garden beds in front of the house with many unusual plants that she recognized was the work of a master gardener, and thought that was a good omen for the weekend. Hopefully he would be as good a master of her as well. It took her a moment to collect her thoughts and gain the courage to get out of the car, but she steeled herself and took the short walk up to the front door and knocked.
A man who seemed to be around 50 answered the door and invited her in. The first thing she noticed was his engaging smile, and he had a medium build, around 6′ tall, short brown hair with a touch of grey, dressed in a casual shirt and khaki’s. As she stood in the foyer, a small bag with a few clothes and toiletries in her hand, he saw she was as she had described herself. She was a little taller than most women, had curled red hair of shoulder length, not thin but also not fat, with a very pleasant face with full lips, bright green eyes and a few freckles scattered across her nose and cheeks, and was dressed in a light blue blouse with spaghetti straps and shorts. Her nipples were obvious through the light material of the blouse. He took her bag and set it on the floor.
“I’m so very glad to finally meet you, Janet. Now strip,” he said in a low voice. Surprised, she looked as if she did not understand for a second and did not move, so he repeated “Strip. And for the rest of the weekend I expect you to follow all commands quickly and without hesitation. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she answered and looked at the floor with downcast eyes.
“Yes what?” he replied.
“Yes sir,” she quietly responded softly. Her heart raced and she felt a familiar stirring in her pussy. She was convinced he knew of her arousal without even touching her, even as he looked at her without any expression to reveal his own emotions and she felt a little bit of anxiety as she realized she had placed her trust in this man standing in front of her, whom she had never before met in person. But she took a deep breath and slid off her sandals, then pulled her top off over her head to reveal her naked breasts, as she wore no bra, and let it drop on top of her bag on the floor next to her feet. She was in her mid-30s, a fairly tall woman around 5’10”, with creamy white skin and a few freckles scattered across her upper chest and shoulders to match the ones on her face.
He knew immediately her skin would easily show the marks of punishment and smiled slightly at that thought, which she mistook for his pleasure at seeing her breasts. She had a medium build, with just a hint of fat and lack of muscle tone in the tummy that came from a sedentary job and little exercise. Her breasts were not particularly large for her frame, maybe 34C’s, and while I’m sure they once were standing firmly out from her chest, now they sagged a little. Perky might best and generously describe them, capped by nipples that stood out at least a half inch surrounded by relatively small coral areoles the size of a half dollar. The nipples seemed particularly large on her pear shaped breasts, which tilted them up to his gaze invitingly. With the slight chill of the air-conditioned room and the slight sheen of sweat on her chest remaining from the heat outdoors, or so she told herself, they stiffened. She knew how sensitive they could be and also knew he would probably soon find out too.
She felt very naked and wanted to cover herself, but knew better. She took another deep breath and unbuttoned the shorts, pulled down the zipper and allowed them to slide down her legs. She stepped out of them and pushed them aside with her foot to join the other items on the floor. Still not looking him in the eyes, she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties, which were a pale blue, and slowly slid them down, bending over as she did so to remove them from her feet, leaving her completely naked as she stood up holding the panties. She realized with embarrassment the crotch had a dark wet spot that was obvious to him as well, as it contrasted sharply with the pale blue color of the panties. She intertwined her fingers in front and placed her hands holding the panties over her crotch, trying to hide it from his view, feeling more naked than she had ever felt before in front of this fully dressed man, who was coolly appraising her body from top to bottom.
“Turn around, slowly. Twice,” he demanded, and she slowly turned full circle twice so he could see her from all sides. She was always very self-conscious of her relatively wide hips and ass, which when combined with her smallish breasts gave her somewhat of a pear shaped body. Again, it was not fat, just a little large for her build. But all he saw was a perfect ass for spanking, and fucking. She did not know that and was worried he would be disappointed, but he quickly dispelled any notion of that. When she returned to facing him, he moved around her back and caressed her ass soothingly, obviously delighting in its’ fullness, and he gave it a sharp smack that surprised her. The red handprint it left did not go unnoticed by him before returning in front of her.
“You are lovely, my dear Janet, quite perfect indeed.” At these words she blushed and relaxed a little. He continued, “There will be a few rules for the weekend, and the first is you will never close your legs together unless I say so, and you will keep your pussy, breasts and ass exposed for me to see at all times, unless I cover them. The second is you will not talk unless I ask you a question, but you may ask a question if you do not understand a command, or when you need to use the bathroom. Unless it requires more, you will answer every question or command ‘Yes sir’ or ‘No sir’. Do you understand? And give me your panties.”
“Yes sir,” she replied and quickly lifted her arm to give him the panties. He took them and put them to his nose and sniffed deeply her scent of arousal before tossing them on top of her blouse on her bag. She put her arms to her side and spread her legs so her feet were about 6″ apart. Her red pussy hair that matched the hair on her head was cropped close and there was a patch above it that had obviously been shaved in shape and trimmed. He walked up to her and felt her firm breasts, caressing them and giving a short pinch to each nipple. She took in a deep breath at his touch.
He moved around behind her, pressed against her back and reached around and cupped his hand over her pussy as the other arm wrapped around her chest holding her naked body to his clothed one. Holding her like that for a moment she sensed his physical strength before he pressed one finger between her slightly open pussy lips. It was wet already, and he moved the finger back and forth across her clit a few times before removing it, eliciting a low moan from deep in her throat. He removed his hand from her pussy and brought it to her face, putting the wet finger just under her nose. She could smell her own excitement and knew he knew that she was ready and willing for the weekend to come.
“Stay here,” he told her as he released her from his grip and left to go into a room off the living room that she could not see from where she stood. She waited, uncomfortable in her nakedness, not moving from where she stood, her mind racing as to what would come over the next two days. Well before their planned meeting, he had made her write down what her hard limits were and what discipline she craved and those she had received in the past, and she wondered how far he would go based on what she had told him. He also detailed the safe words she could use at any time to slow or stop whatever he was doing. He had told her he would respect all her limits, but would push them. In fact, none of her hard limits were anything he enjoyed or had planned to do anyway. She thought about what she had told him she did want over and over in her head as she stood in place waiting for him to return, wondering if the reality would fulfill the fantasy.
Although it was actually only a few minutes, time seemed to slow and it seemed like he was gone for an eternity before he returned. But now he was not alone. A woman was holding his hand, dressed nicely and he was carrying a small travel suitcase. Correctly she assumed it was his wife. She was short at only around 5′ but now taller in heels, petite in build but with rather large breasts for her small frame, which contrasted greatly with Janet’s own naked body, with her small breasts and substantial ass. Her brown eyes were a seductive almond shape on her youthful face, a legacy of her Chinese father.
The wife smiled warmly at her female guest, as if having an unknown naked woman in her foyer was no big deal for her, and reached out to shake her hand, which Janet hesitantly responded to in kind. “Nice to meet you, my dear.” Janet had assumed his wife would already be gone on her trip and if possible felt even more naked in front of this fully dressed woman, who must know exactly why she was here, and could only smile and look down at the floor in silent submission to the situation. She unconsciously crossed one arm across her breasts and used a hand to cover her pussy, until she saw his stern look and consciously placed them by her sides again.
“No need to be shy, dear,” the wife pleasantly said to the girl, and reached out and caressed her left breast to soothe her before grabbing the nipple and giving it a firm squeeze, causing Janet’s knees to buckle a little in surprise. She opened her mouth as if a sound was to come out, but she remained stoically silent.
“Oh my, you are going to have so much fun with her, dear. I can’t wait to be back on Sunday afternoon to see you both again. You will save some for me, won’t you?” she asked as she turned to her husband, releasing her grip on the girl’s nipple while giving her a good smack on her rear. She then pulled a leather collar out of her bag and placed it around Janet’s neck, and attached a leather leash to the ring on the front of the collar, wrapping the leash over her shoulders to hang between her breasts..
Janet wondered what she meant, what could be saved for her, if she would be expected to serve her too when she returned, and how. It was a question she had not considered before, her mind racing about what else would happen before the weekend was over. She had not been with another woman since a little fooling around with a girlfriend in high school after they had a few drinks stolen from her father’s liquor cabinet, and she was sure that the kissing and clumsy fondling then was nothing like what she could expect with this very adult woman. She felt herself have a tingle between her legs at the thought.
He opened the front door and accompanied his wife out to the car, leaving Janet to stand alone and naked again, realizing she did not know his wife’s name. He placed the suitcase on the back seat and then gave her a long, passionate goodbye kiss. It was obvious they were in love to anyone that saw them, as Janet could through the open door. She then realized that anyone on the street might also see her and she moved a little more inside and away from the door. The wife got in the car and drove away as he watched, and once out of sight he returned to the house to play with his new toy, in the form of a lush female body both ready and willing.
He returned, silently took hold of the leash, unwrapped it from her shoulders and led her to the room he had come from with the wife, which was a large bedroom with plush carpeting, as opposed to the hardwood floors of the foyer and living room. She soon was glad for the carpeting. There was a king sized bed with a head and footboard that she recognized was perfectly suited for bondage, end tables on each side, two large dressers with large mirrors and a comfortable looking armchair in the corner. There were two additional doors on one wall, and she assumed, again correctly, they were for a walk-in closet and en-suite bathroom.
“I am sure you know that collaring often means a permanent submissive relationship, but we both understand this is only for this weekend, so this is just a symbol to put you in the correct mindset… and until I know you better need to keep you under control, and I needed something to attach the leash to. Understand, my pet?” he said with a hint of humor, playing on her need to be treated like a pet. He had lots planned for that tomorrow.
“Yes, sir.”
“Very good. Now since all good pets are trained, there are eight positions I expect you to remember so when I give you a number, you can get into position quickly and without my having to explain what I want each time. I will describe each and I want you to get into position as quickly as you can, and then we will practice for a while until you know them all. Do you understand?” He picked up a riding crop that was on the bed.
“Yes, sir.”
“Good, then we might as well start right now.”
He removed the leash and told her to get on her knees, buttocks sitting back on her heels, hands on her knees facing up, back straight, breasts out and head up, and told her this was position number one. She sat down as he described, but her knees were touching each other. He used the crop to indicate that she should spread them apart and said “I told you before your legs are always to remain apart unless I tell you otherwise. Did you forget already?”
She replied, “Yes sir, I’m sorry, sir.” and quickly spread her knees as far apart as she could. He stood above her and brought the crop down swiftly and hard on the area of sensitive skin on the inside of her left thigh about three inches from her pussy, and quickly repeated the same on her right inside thigh. She felt the sting and realized it elicited a hidden response in her nearby open pussy.
“Just to remind you for the future. What do you say?” he asked.
She quickly replied, “Thank you for helping me learn, sir.” He smiled to himself that she was going to be an excellent plaything, a natural submissive that already understood what he might expect.
He stood in front of her and had her open his belt and pull down the zipper, pulling his cock out from his underwear in front of her face. It was circumcised and beautiful to her, around five inches and fairly thick even though it was still not erect. Her eyes went wide in appreciation, and she opened her mouth automatically and her tongue licked her lips in anticipation. When he placed the cock head in her mouth, she raised her hands to hold the shaft and cup the balls hanging below, as she had done with men many times when sucking their cocks. But immediately the crop landed with a sharp blow to her left ass cheek and then her right, back and forth several times, making her gasp around his cock.
“Position one, your hands remain on your knees until otherwise following a command.” And the crop landed several more times before she was able to return her hands to her knees again. He placed his free hand on the back of her head, holding her by the hair in place. His cock head remained in her mouth, but he did not move it in and out. She sucked on him and expected him to shove it in further and fuck her there, and looked up at him with seemingly begging eyes, and felt a strong need to be used by him as he held just the head of his cock in her mouth, and she felt it grow erect to its’ full length of around eight inches. She had always loved to see and feel a big cock grow to its’ full size inside her mouth, but she was also glad he was not any bigger, given she was sure it eventually would be going down her throat and into her ass.
“Don’t worry, my pet, you will get more at a later time. Much more.” He knew that denial and anticipation were powerful aphrodisiacs, and tools of control. He removed his cock from her mouth and stepped back, replacing it back into his pants and zipping them back up. She understood the control he was showing by not just taking her until he came like most men would have done. She also realized if he could control himself, he could easily control her as well.
“Position number two is the same but I want you to clasp your hands behind your head.” She raised her arms and put her hands behind her head, interlacing the fingers. He used the crop to push her elbows back even with her head, where she held them. This made her breasts lift and stand out from her chest even more. He took advantage of this and used the crop on each one in turn, slapping her rather large nipples with the leather flap end several times as she struggled to maintain her position. They were always very sensitive and today was no exception, but the pain felt good to her and she silently was glad to feel it after so much time, and hoped he would do even more to push her limits. She knew her pussy was responding as well. It was just not the same when she did it to herself, and it had been so long… too long. She winced at each blow but internally sighed in delight.
But he was in no hurry as he had an entire weekend and knew it was best to build up slowly, so he stopped hitting her nipples with the crop, and told her, “Now put your arms up straight over your head and bow until your face is on the floor. That is position three.” She bowed down as a supplicant would, her forehead and nipples both touching the carpet. He moved in front of her, and placed his now bare feet on her fingers, not pressing hard but she was surely unable to easily remove them. He then told her, “Very good, but I want you to raise your ass in the air more,” and she lifted her ass up off her feet.
When it was as high up as she could get it, the crop landed, very hard, on her ass. She flinched from the blow, but recovered and resumed the correct position. And it landed again, and again, and again, and again. With her hands held in place under his feet, all she could do was try to accept the blows with some dignity. She really did not want to disappoint him so soon and struggled to maintain her position and not try to avoid his cruelty. If she could not take this, how would she manage with whatever was to come? But then she realized the blows had stopped, and the toes had released her fingers, even as she wanted more and her ass seemed to move upwards again, begging for it. As he stood above her, he knew what she wanted, needed, but would not give it to her, not yet. She would have to wait, as there were more positions to learn.
When she had calmed down, he told her, “Reach back with both hands and pull apart your ass cheeks.” As her arms moved back her face pressed into the soft plush carpet, and she was glad for that mercy, and placed her hands on each ass cheek and pulled them apart exposing her rosebud of an asshole above her exposed pussy, as she had remembered to keep her knees far apart as was required. “Very nice. You are now in position four.”
He went around behind her, knelt down and pressed a finger against the rosebud, but did not press it in. He enjoyed as she involuntarily pulled away slightly before moving back again, as if she wanted more than just the pressure of the tip of his finger. She wanted him to violate her, but he again frustrated her by pulling back to stay only with just the lightest contact. She mewed in need and wiggled her ass seductively, and he used his thumb to press against her exposed clit, again with barely any pressure, and she moaned with increasing frustrated need. How long would he deny her, keep her on edge, make her wait for the ravishment she craved and was sure would come, hopefully soon? She did not fully realize the control he could maintain. He knew he had plenty of time and he enjoyed watching her squirm, torturing her with denial and making it last for them both. After a few quick movements across her clit, he slid his thumb into her wet pussy, moved it in and out once, pulled away and stood up, leaving her pussy gaping suggestively as if it was begging to be penetrated, which it was.
“OK, now stand up. Place your arms at your sides like you were in the foyer, this is position five.” She stood as ordered, her arms slack at her sides, legs spread apart around eight inches. She was not ready to make a mistake that would get her punished, at least not yet. He placed her in front of a large full-length mirror, stood behind her and reached around, lightly caressing her breasts, stomach and down to her pussy, touching all the exposed flesh with his strong hands. She watch it happen as she felt herself grow weak in the knees to his soft, somehow tender touch, but maintained her position.
And then the hands covered her breasts and her nipples were caught between his thumb and forefinger, and they closed tighter and tighter, and pulled the hard nubs outward from the firm orbs of her breasts. And he pulled even more until she once again moaned from the pain, and he held them there, not moving, seeing if she would move forward to reduce the stretching and pain it caused. And when she did not, he whispered in her ear, “Lean back against me,” and as she complied he held on tighter, not moving his hands, until she was leaning against his chest and her nipples were pulled even further from her chest and her breast flesh became stretched taut, and he enjoyed that she was willing to hurt herself for him.
He would surely use this knowledge again later. After a short time, that once again seemed much longer to her, her released the nipples from his grasp, and as the blood returned she felt a new rush of pain. He left one hand to rub the pain from first one nipple and then the other, and moved the other hand down to her pussy, dipping two fingers in to find it even more wet than before, as he expected. Once his fingers were soaked with her juices, he brought them up to her mouth, and she opened it without his asking, and she licked them clean.
“Good girl, now place your hands behind your head for position six.” She brought her hands behind her head, intertwining her fingers as she had done when she was kneeling. She tried to remember the number of that position, number two she was pretty sure. And again it caused her breasts to be thrust out proudly from her chest. Again he caressed her from her shoulders to her hips and even down her thighs, and it felt so good to her to be touched like this after so long.
When he went behind her she could not see him picking up a short whip that was also on the bed. It had a handle about eight inches long, with around ten thin strands of leather each about fifteen inches long. It shocked her as it came around from behind to land across her right breast, thin leather strands cutting across her now even more sensitive than usual nipples, and she cried out in pain. From the surprise, she involuntarily brought her arms down to protect herself, but quickly recovered as she realized what she had done and put them back in position again. She was still in front of the mirror and could see the whip indent her breasts as it hit, and the red marks it left.
He waited for her to recover and then brought the whip down across her ass hard, which hurt but not with the sharp pain felt on her breast. And then it came from the other side to land on her left breast, but this time she stoically kept her arms in position, and still did so as it came from the other side again. He repeated this several times on each side, the pain on her breasts and the sting increasing on her nipples each time, until he finally did so with so much harder force she could not remain still and finally had to cover her breasts with her arms. He just returned to whipping her ass until she placed her hands behind her head again, knowing she was inviting him to whip her breasts again. But instead he stopped and put down the whip, caressed her breasts from behind, feeling the welts the whip had left, as if he was rubbing the pain from them, and whispered in her ear, “You did very well, my pet, I will forgive you for covering yourself…. this time.”
And she replied with a sincerity that even shocked herself,”Thank you, sir. Thank you for forgiving my weakness.”
“Now lay down on the bed, face up, arms outstretched to the corners, legs spread wide, which is position seven.” She was grateful to lay down as he described and expose herself to his gaze, knowing her open pussy was wet with arousal. She imagined him tying her wrists and ankles to the corners of the bed, and taking her over and over, satiating her deepest needs. She watched as he undressed himself, revealing a lean, tall body with a fair amount of hair on his chest, arms and legs. He was surprisingly well toned and muscular that was not evident when clothed, and had a flat stomach with good six-pack definition. She looked on with admiration and more than a little lust since he was definitely not your typical 50 year-old man. Her gaze continued down to the eight inch long, perfectly thick cock she had already seen and had in her mouth earlier.
She thought again it would wind up at some time over the weekend in her ass since she had told him she was a virgin there, which she really was, and deliberately did not list it as a hard limit. She was glad it was of such good size for her pussy, but hoped it was not too big to make it too painful or difficult for her to take it in her ass, although she knew that would not be an obstacle for him. She wanted to show how much she wanted it there to please him, giving him the ultimate pleasure of breaking her anal cherry. While she was considering this, he got up on the bed between her legs and she was so glad when he lay down on top of her. He positioned his fully erect cock at the entrance to her pussy, looked her directly in the eyes and pressed hard in one swift stroke, forcing the air from her lungs.
“Unnggghhh…. Oh yes, thank you sir, please fuck me, please take me,” she pleaded. She hadn’t fully forgotten his instruction to not talk, but she was so desperate and afraid he would pull out too soon, she couldn’t help herself.
He held her tight and kissed her hard, silencing her as he started to stroke all the way in and out, his pubic bone hitting her clit hard as she gasped each time he pounded into her, her legs held spread uncomfortably wide. She was already soaking wet and as he felt her getting closer and closer to an orgasm, he pressed it all the way in and pressed hard into her, his pubic hair rasping against her clit. But when she cried out, “Oh God, I’m going to cum,” he pulled all the way out and got off her and the bed quickly, his cock glistening with her juices, leaving her lifting her hips and pussy up against just air, begging for penetration, a look of ultimate need on her face.
“Nooooo. Please don’t stop, please let me cum, pleeeease….,” she cried out desperately, until she saw him looking at her coldly and realized she was again disobeying his instruction not to talk.
She realized she had gotten all she was going to get for now, understanding now how much he could torture her without any pain, as no one had done to her for so long. Denial of pleasure was a special kind of torture. He watched patiently as her breathing returned to normal, slowly calming down with her arms and legs still spreadeagled wide, her wet pussy still gaping open obscenely as if it was begging for anything to enter it again. He got on the bed next to her head and brought his cock up to her mouth and coldly told her, “Clean off your mess, slut.”
Yes, today, here and now, she was a slut, wanted to be a slut, his slut, her body most willingly available for his use, needing to be used for his sexual pleasure, and thereby satisfying her own depraved needs. She opened her mouth and sucked the wet cock into her mouth, tasting her own sexual excitement, to take as much as she could without moving from her position, wanting it all. Sucking it with a desire she could not hide, when it fell out she licked it all over, and then licked his balls before capturing the head once again to take him into her mouth and push it down her own throat, fighting the feeling she would gag, her nostrils flaring as she needed to breath. She wanted it all in her, if not in her pussy, then in her mouth, or wherever he wanted. She looked up at him and her eyes said that all her holes were his to use, but she knew he already knew that. But again he did not wait to cum, and pulled his cock from her mouth and got off the bed to look down at her, again leaving her wanting more with her gaping mouth open like a goldfish out of water.
“Turn over, on your stomach, arms extended to the corners and legs spread. This is the last position, number eight.” And she turned over and centered herself on the bed, hoping he would take her from behind, the only hole he had not yet used. She even lifted her ass up subtly, hoping to entice him. He noticed and smiled to himself, making an mental note for later. But all she heard was footsteps as he left the room, leaving her to think about what had happened so far, and ponder what was to come.
He knew it was time to pause and let her imagination and anticipation grow before he continued the next part of the evening. She pressed her breasts and pelvis into the bedcover, trying to get some relief from the razor’s edge of frustration she felt from being brought so close but not achieving an orgasm. She needed badly to orgasm, and have him cum in her pussy and her mouth, to taste him again, and have him use her for his pleasure, but knew better than to move from her position to use her hands to play with herself.
Her orgasm was under his control. It seemed like much longer, but she had only been here for about an hour since she arrived, and there were many more hours to go, and now the seconds ticked by slowly. She wanted more of the taste of pain he had already given her, much more, and she knew she had received only a tease of what he was capable of. She hoped he would make her scream for relief, and could she orgasm just from the pain, she wondered. She had already felt how wet she got just from what he had done so far, but could it take her over the top? And then a quiet bliss came over her, and she relaxed in mind and body as she surrendered to her situation. She was so lost in thoughts of sex and torture and pain, even imagining it was her sweet, vanilla lover at home doing it to her, she did not hear him return, and was startled to feel him caress her ass, and then give her a shocking smack with the crop to bring her out of her reverie.
He had her get up from the bed, and spent the next half hour going through the different positions, watching her scramble from one to the next, giving her incentive with the crop, or using it to correct her if she was too slow or got it wrong, or sometimes just hitting her because she was available and it was his right. She worked up a sweat keeping up with his demands, which glistened on her naked body. But in the end, she had them down pat, and was able to go from one to any other smoothly and effortlessly. He finally had her stand in position five, came up to her to stand so her breasts pressed against his chest and grabbed her by the hair tightly, pulled her head back as he kissed her again, deeply and crushing her lips with his own.
He finally pulled away, leaving her breathless, and said, “I am very pleased, you are better than I ever could have expected, and it really is my pleasure to have you here.” She looked up at him in adoration, almost beginning to tear up with happiness at this unexpected compliment, knowing now that this was what she needed for the rest of her life. Giving her submission and accepting the pain was part of her true nature, and could not be denied any longer.
“Thank you, sir, and you have already given me more than I ever could have hoped,” she replied with all her heart. “I only hope I can continue to make you want me.”
He kissed her softly as a lover would, then moved back away from her and stripped naked, as he had dressed when he left the room before. He sat down on the bed, called her over and once she was near, grabbed her hand and pulled her to his side and then face down over his thighs. Her toes and hands were on the floor on either side of him, her stomach pressed against his thighs and her lovely ass was sticking up exposed and available to him. He softly caressed first one cheek and then the other before the first slap came down sharply, startling her even if it was not really that painful.
She let out an “Ahhhh” that only begged for more. He knew that it was not the strength of each spank, but the accumulation of them over the course of the spanking, so he started out with a series of smacks that were sharp but not that hard, moving back and forth from cheek to cheek. She actually raised her ass whenever he hesitated for a moment as if she wanted more, as she did. She did not make much noise, just a series of “ooh’s and aah’s” as the spanks landed, which was natural. And every now and then he landed one a lot harder, which elicited a stronger response of “ugh” or a sharp intake of breath.
After a dozen smacks he stopped and caressed the slightly reddened cheeks, giving her a chance to relax her buttocks again, and again suddenly gave her a hard smack to bring her out of her reverie. He continued to spank her, sometimes hard, sometimes less so, intermittently stopping to caress softly, and maddeningly so to her, her previously perfectly pale white ass cheeks becoming increasingly redder and redder.
After a while he moved a hand down to dip a finger in her soaking wet pussy, and he was pleased to see that she had left her legs apart and her pussy available, even during the spanking. After rubbing his fingers over her engorged pussy lips and pressing one against her sensitive clit, he slid several deeply into her before removing them and bringing his hand coated in her juices to her face. She could smell her arousal, as if she didn’t already know it, and opened her mouth to take his fingers into her mouth and clean them off.
“You want this, don’t you?” he asked.
“Yes sir,” she responded.
“And you are enjoying this too, aren’t you?” he asked as he once again probed her wet pussy, flicking across her engorged clitoris several times with his thumb, her body reacting involuntarily to his touch.
“Yes sir,” she admitted, as it was evident to them both.
“And what do you say?” he continued. And landed another smack, harder than any previous one.
“Thank you, sir.”
“Thank you for what?” he pressed.
“Thank you for… for spanking me, sir,.” she responded in a soft high voice, sounding like the little girl she felt like, contrite and with more than a little embarrassment in her voice.
“And what do you want?”
“Please spank me more, and harder if it pleases you, sir,” she said with great sincerity in that same little girl voice.
So he began to spank her, quicker and harder, and continued without stopping until her ass was a much darker shade of red and her legs began to flail, the legs bending wildly up and down at the knees. She did not try to avoid his smacks, keeping her hands on the floor, and stayed balanced on his thighs. But he stopped momentarily and immediately she realized he had picked up a wood flat backed hairbrush and was using that on her already sensitive ass, alternating from one cheek to the other. As it no longer affected his hand no matter how hard he smacked her, the blows landed very hard, and she began to cry out in pain.
“Owww.. sssstt…yowch….aaahhh….owww… please, no… more… I’ll be good… owww…,” and on and on her pleas and cries went out with each slap of the flat back of the hairbrush on some part of her ass, or occasionally her upper thighs, until eventually there was no spot left untouched. She eventually had to bring a hand up and behind her to try to protect her ass from the hard blows. But of course he was easily able to catch her wrist and pull her arm behind her back, adding to her immobility and causing her some discomfort as he pulled it up on her back. Worse, to make her even more exposed to his punishment he brought one leg over hers, immobilizing them and bending her over tight at the waist.
And continue he did, until she was a sobbing, screaming mess that just collapsed in exhaustion and the realization that she could not escape until he let her go. Her ass was on fire, as blow after blow hit where another, or more than one, had already landed. Just when she did not think she could take any more and was about to scream out the safe word they had agreed upon, he suddenly stopped, put down the hairbrush and gently rubbed her now flaming red ass. How he knew the exact moment when he had pushed her as far as she could go she never knew, but that was only one of several times during this weekend that happened. Maybe that was why she knew she could trust this man, but the caresses of his hand on her ass slowly brought her out of her thoughts, each touch a combination of pleasure and pain.
He gently lifted her up and led her over to stand in front of the full-length mirror and turn around, to look at her own flaming red ass. And red it was, with blotches from pink to burgundy, from her upper thighs to where her ass joined her lower back. It looked hot! And when she reached around to touch it, to try and rub some of the pain out of it, she found it really was hot! Hot to the touch, and it only enhanced what she knew was her most prominent feature anyway, her big butt. In the mirror she could see him cup his hand under her crotch from behind and felt it press into her dripping wet pussy to coat his fingers, then bringing the juices back to her ass hole, where he pushed in and out with first one finger, then another, lubricating her very tight rear with her own juices.
She began to plead in her best little girl voice, continuing the role she told him she desired to play when the time came, “But sir, you know I am a virgin back there, and not that type of girl… only bad dirty girls let boys do that, and my mommy told me it would hurt … you are so big, sir… I’m sure I’m just too young and small for you… please don’t… I’ll do anything… my pussy is soft and tight… or I’ll suck you… don’t, don’t rape me, not there … not there… my poor virgin ass… ohhhh….” her voice trailed off as he pulled her over to the bed, two fingers now inside her ass as his other hand roughly took hold of her hair to guide her rather forcefully across the room and pushed forcefully face down on the bed. She continued to whimper as he massaged and lubricated her rear hole with his fingers, and begged softly, knowing it was useless, “Please no… virgin…saving… you can’t… not there, not raped… mercy, please…”
But she went silent when he pulled his fingers out of her and released her hair and commanded, “I take what I want, and you will give it to me. Position four”.
She slowly moved up on her knees, bent forward with her face pressed into the comforter, ass up and arms pulled back, hands on her ass pulling her cheeks obscenely apart to expose her rosebud. She could not see, but he had retrieved a bottle of lube and coated his own cock, then told her, “Spread your ass cheeks wider.” She complied, soon after feeling the warm, wet gel-like substance coat her asshole.
He worked some deep into her, eliciting a few “unngg’s” and “ohhhh’s”, until he removed his fingers, and she actually felt empty, like something was missing. She realized she had been getting pleasure from his fingers inside her, but tried her best to not let him know that. She continued to protest in her best girl voice, knowing he knew her body said differently than her words.
The next thing she felt was the bed shift behind her and the tip of his erect cock pressed against her tight rosebud, holding himself with one hand as the other pressed down on her upper back. Once again she began to plead, muffled into the bedsheets “Please sir… don’t rape my poor ass… it’s too big… will hurt me… too tight… virgin back theeere… aaiiiaahhh”
She never finished her thought as he pressed forward just enough to press the head of his cock past her tight anal ring, bringing forth a primal, high pitched scream from her lips as her anal virginity was taken. That part of her act was true, as was the pain she endured. When she ran out of air in her scream and gasped to take in a breath, he held himself still to let her begin to accommodate his cock, but it did not stop the whimpers of pain that continued, muffled in the sheets. Some part of her mind thought of her hands pulling her own substantial ass cheeks apart for him, his thick cock stretching her small tight hole for the first time, lube and her juices dripping all around, which was exactly what he did see as he looked down, and found quite arousing. Although from the pain she thought he must be completely inside her already, he could see all but the head of his cock was still outside that tight hole, and began to press forward, his cock very slowly disappearing into her rear passage.
“Oh, my god… aaaaiiiihhh… sooo biggg… no… more… virgin… help… raped… raped me…aaaaaiiihhh,” she cried as she felt it slide slowly but surely into her too small rear hole, the pain of her anal ring stretching beyond its’ normal limits as she felt his girth fill her. She knew he was finally fully inside her when his hips pressed against the back of her hands, still on her ass and holding herself obscenely apart for him.
He took her hands and allowed her to let go and bring them to her sides to help support herself, which also allowed her to lift up her face from the bed making her more comfortable, in that way at least. But now her mouth was not muffled and as he held himself still but deeply inside her, she continued to plead like the little girl in real pain she was at that moment, “…Please …no more …sniff, sniff… raped… ass… sniff… too big… please no more… rape… don’t fuck…my poor ass…”
But they both knew her pleas were not only futile but actually told him what she wanted, and he slowly pulled back until just the head was inside her, pressed tightly on all sides by her still very tight sphincter, with her soft ass cheeks now also surrounding his cock as it slid out. Pressing forward in one stroke until he was pressing his hips once again against her warm, red ass, she groaned loudly.
She held the sheets tightly in her hands as he grabbed her by the hips for leverage and began to slowly pull out and press back in several times. Mercifully at one point he pulled almost all the way out and stopped to add more lube, and then continuing to press back in and began to fuck her. Now that her hands no longer held herself apart, his cock also slid between the fleshy ass cheeks outside of her asshole, the friction only adding to his pleasure even if he could no longer see his cock stretching and disappearing into her hole. She continued to cry out in protest and pain, begging him to stop raping her, but he ignored her. It actually made it worse when she seemed to be accepting her fate, finally accommodating his cock in her tight hole, even pressing back into him as he pushed forward.
When she let her face press back into the bed sheets and he could only hear her muffled whimpers if pain, so he reached over and grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head up sharply and her cries echoed loudly in the room. He turned her head to the side, and she realized she was looking at herself in the mirror again, face down on the bed, her ass sticking up as he knelt behind her, moving back and forth at the hips, and with each thrust she felt him the pain as he filled her so deeply. Each time he pushed forward, his abdomen and hips slapped against her still red, still very sensitive, well-spanked ass, adding to the pain.
She found the scene she watched so erotic in spite of the pain she felt each time he thrust into her, and as her asshole finally seemed to relax in spite of being no less tight, she began to feel a warmth spread throughout her groin. His cock moved against her innermost vagina from inside, a feeling she never knew before, and she brought one hand underneath to her pussy. She pressed a finger inside herself, actually feeling the large cock, even to the head and it’s engorged veins moving back and forth, separated only by the thin inner membranes.
She pushed another finger inside herself, and he could feel the extra pressure as well on his cock, and began to use her thumb to rub her clit, to try and bring herself to an orgasm. He knew what she was doing and allowed her to continue for a minute or so, but realized she was getting close to an orgasm, and he was going to be responsible for that, not her. So he released her hips, reached down and grabbed both wrists, pulling the one hand pleasuring herself from her pussy, which brought from her almost as many complaints as her anal violation. He pulled her arms painfully behind her back and held her by the wrists tightly, and quickly began to use them to leverage her back and forth on his cock. He started to fuck her ass harder than before, crashing painfully into her red ass each time, and began to taunt her.
“Little girl likes to play with herself? Slut needs to cum? She just needs cock, doesn’t she… a big cock in her ass… virgin ass needs cock… needs to be raped… raped!” pounding her hard and fast, his fully engorged and erect cock squeezed tightly by her virgin ass.
To which she could only reply in delirious desire “Yesss, yesss, yessss, rape me!!! Yes, need cock… your big cock… rape my virgin ass…oh, god… Raped!!! Raped!!! Oh god don’t stop raping me… I’m cummmminnng!!!” and for the first time in her life, Janet had an orgasm without something directly touching her clitoris, and it built up deep inside her, radiating out to include her entire lower body and up to include her breasts and nipples as they pressed into the bed.
The pain of her stretched anus and spanked ass being raped so perfectly by this man… a real man… combined with the sublime pleasure of her complete submission coursed through her to create an orgasm that just went on and on, and just when she thought it would never stop and she would pass out, she felt a new warm sensation deep in her bowels as he pressed hard into her ass, and felt spurt after spurt of his warm seed being deposited inside her body. She was still convulsing and barely aware, but he had stopped fucking her and released his grip on her wrists, letting her arms fall to her sides as she calmed down, her orgasm still causing twitches emanating from deep inside her.
They were both exhausted and he rolled them both together as one onto their sides, his cock still embedded in her ass. He held her close as he spooned her body from behind, caressing her shoulder and breasts, kissing her on the back of the neck intermingled with little bites that made her squeal in mock pain, which was funny to them both after what she had just gone through. His cock began to soften and finally popped out of her in spite of her best efforts to hold it there with her anal muscles, and she groaned in protest as it left her feeling so empty.
They lay still for a while when she said softly and hesitantly, as if she was holding back tears of happiness, which she was, “Thank you, sir, for taking my last virginity… I really was a virgin there. All the other guys stopped when I said no, even when I wanted them to do it… you knew, and you raped me so good and it hurt so much, and you did it for so long, and so hard… and I couldn’t stop you, didn’t want to stop you, after… after I saw us… saw you, raping my ass… in the mirror… and I came, over and over again… and you shot your cum inside me, deep inside me… I hope I pleased you, sir, with my body…my mouth, my pussy, my ass, my tits are all yours… for your pleasure… but I’m a bad girl, will you spank me again for talking dirty like that?” she smiled as she asked, picking up the hairbrush that lay nearby on the bed, offering it to him.
He took it from her and instead of smacking her with it as she expected, took it and combed the bristles gently through her hair, somewhat of a tangled mess. The bristles still had the remains of her own squirting orgasm from before, and left a sheen on her hair as he combed it. He imagined it could be good for her hair, and wondered if it might make a viable product to sell- imagine the infomercial! She calmed and quieted down as he soothed her further by combing her hair as she lay with her back to him, fully expecting another hard slap on her still sore ass, which she kept wiggling in invitation, until she couldn’t stand it anymore and declared “I hate you!” in frustration.
“In that case, it is time for you to get up, go use the bathroom down the hall to clean yourself up. Your choice if you want a shower, bath or to just wash up, and a towel and everything you might need is there for you. I’ll be waiting here when you are done. Take your time… but not too long… I’d missed you,” he finished with a smile as he nudged her out of the room. He went into the bathroom off the bedroom to clean himself up properly after such an anal reaming by taking a fast shower, and putting on a fresh robe. Soon he was sitting comfortably in his armchair, with a glass of wine on the small table beside it.
She went down the hall to find a very large full bathroom with both a tub and a glass stall shower. On the way she retrieved her bag, with her cosmetics and her own hairbrush, and she found there were small personal bottles of shampoo and such provided. She looked at herself in the mirror over the double sink, and saw a somewhat disheveled, very well fucked lady, possibly standing a little bowlegged. She could feel the juices running down her legs, both from the front and back, hers and his.
She knew a wash up would never do, so she turned on the shower and quickly got under the warm water, feeling it rinse off the evidence of what she had been through. It stung on her still enflamed ass, and she felt again the welts on her breasts from the whipping that seemed so long ago now. She used a coarse loofah with soap to scrub herself clean, particularly in those most private places that were private no more, but it could not rinse away the feelings inside. The pain that lingered, and the memory of greater pain that lingered even more, and his hinted promise of more, and her desire for more, to have him take her again. Whenever, wherever and however he chose… just to have him inside her, or to spank her, or whip her breasts, or punish her nipples. All these things she thought about as she let the water envelop her as she sensuously caressed her own body with the soapy loofah, until she finally realized she was being watched. He had come looking for her, and was standing in the bathroom door looking at her touch herself, obviously lost in thought with closed eyes. Suddenly ashamed, she unconsciously brought her hands to cover her breasts and pussy, until she realized what she had done and let her hands fall to her sides.
“Ok, that’s enough of that. Finish up, make yourself presentable and get down to my room. My patience is not unlimited, you know,” he said with some seriousness, but she couldn’t tell if mocking or real. Anyway, he turned away and left, and she rinsed off, turned off the shower, got out, dried herself in the large plush towel he had provided, combed out her hair and put on some light make-up in what she considered record time, at least for her. There was a short cotton robe on the back of the door, and she put it on before returning to the bedroom as he had instructed. But she left it undone so her breasts and pussy were left open to see, and it was short enough to only cover the top of her ass. If he was going to punish her, he was going to have to work harder than that for a reason, as if she really thought he needed one.
When she arrived in his room, he looked up from the book he was reading and appraised her carefully, putting it aside. Looking down, she saw the book cover illustration had a man in medieval garb and a young woman hanging from her wrists naked from the ceiling in a stone walled room, whip marks across her breasts and stomach and tears streaming from her eyes. What story went with such a picture? Whatever it was he had been reading it as casually as if it was the Saturday Evening Post. Would she be that woman, she asked herself, fearing and hoping so at the same time.
“I like that you wore the robe, my dear. It conceals some but shows you know you must be uncovered and available as ordered… and I’ll enjoy watching it come off. So please, take it off for me.” He watched as she slowly brought her hands to her shoulders, catching the material and shyly lowering it slowly down her body and legs to clump on the floor at her feet. She stood naked once again, facing him sitting casually in his oversized chair with her legs spread and arms at her sides. He was holding the glass of wine and took a sip.
He told her to get into position number one and she knelt between his legs, facing him as he sat in the armchair. He told he she could use her hands and gave her the glass of wine to drink. They shared the glass of wine over the next ten minutes or so, and he let her talk about other things like her favorite plants and gardening in general. Each time he gave her the wine, she thanked him and he just smiled and nodded his approval. After a while it was almost gone and he told her in a caring tone, “Every good pet gets a treat as part of its’ training… and since today was such a special day for you “back there”, you deserve a special present.”
She blushed as her sore ass and a surprisingly empty feeling inside reminded her of exactly what he meant. She responded in her little girl voice with as much sincerity as she could muster, “But sir, I must be the luckiest girl in the world, getting raped so perfectly in my virgin backside after you let me suck you and fuck you, and now I get a present too? What else could happen to make this an even more perfect day?” she asked as she looked up at him in desire and anticipation, regardless of whatever he might do next.
“You may suck me now, and you may use your hands,” he told her quietly, and she immediately brought her hands up to hold his cock, leaned forward as her mouth enveloped his cock to take it down as far as she could, gagging some when it hit the back of her mouth and pressed into her throat.
When she brought her mouth off the hard cock for a second, said, “Thank you sir, thank you, thank you for letting me suck you… thank you.” And she devoured the cock again, and began bobbing her head up and down with as much enthusiasm as she could muster, to give him the best blowjob she knew how. All she wanted was to please him, to be taken by him, and if she was to be punished by him to get it, she would take whatever he would give her, endure whatever pain he devised.
He sat above her looking down, smiling knowingly as she sucked him, forcing him down her own throat until she made herself gag and had to remove the violation, slobbering her drool all over his member and using it to massage his cock and balls with her two hands, and just wanting more. She removed herself from his cock and began to lick his balls, and moved back to take his cock in her mouth again as if she needed it more than anything she had ever needed before.
When he felt his balls swell and his cock was ready to erupt, her grabbed her hair and positioned her so just the head was in her mouth, and the spurts of cum filled her mouth, and when he was done it was dripping from the corners of her mouth as he pressed on the back of her head to push the cock into her throat one more time. When he pulled her head back and off his softening cock, he ordered, “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.” He could see her mouth was filled and her tongue coated with his cum, which pleased him. “You may swallow it now. And clean me off.” She closed her mouth and gulped it all down in several swallows, and laid her head down in his crotch and gently licked the softening cock in front of her face clean, and softly whispered, “Thank you, sir, thank you, thank you.”
When they had both recovered, he had her get in position five, standing with hands at her sides.
“Now we are going to play with some rope,” he told her.
She smiled inwardly since she loved to be bound, to lose the ability to move, to feel the constriction on her soft, tender body. He picked up a long length of soft rope, about a quarter inch thick, found the middle and placed it around her neck from behind for the loose ends to fall down over her breasts. With her small breasts a wrapping type binding would not do. Instead, he tied the ends together with a knot at the level of her nipples, and took the ends above her breasts and around her back and under her breasts in front again, tying it above the original knot. This created pressure from above and below her tits. He then took the one end and, coming out a little from the center tied the two horizontal ropes above and below to each other, and then brought it out to the outside of her breast and did the same again, pulling the two ropes together, further squeezing her breasts and making the nipples stand straight out. He then repeated this on the other side. Both breasts were pressed on four sides by the rope, and jutted out firmly between them. She could feel the tight pressure but it was not too painful, and in fact she reveled in the feeling. He gave her tits a few quick slaps with his open hand and she realized how sensitive the binding had made her now swollen tits and nipples.
Picking up another length of rope, he again found the middle, and fed the ends through the loop he made around the knot between her breasts. He pulled the ends up over her shoulders and down her back, and made two large knots after determining exactly where they should be located. He had her squat somewhat to spread her legs some more and when the combined knotted ropes were brought up between her legs and across her pussy and he held it in front of her, one knot was placed exactly over her asshole and the other directly on top of her clit.
When he pulled it up tighter and she was forced to lift up onto her toes, she felt the rope dig into her pussy and the two knots pressed against those most sensitive places before he finally lowered her to flat feet again. He made another knot at the level of her belly button and spread the two lengths apart, and told her to bring her arms to the front bent at the elbow. He then attached the ends to her wrists and told her to keep the tension tight on the rope. With another short rope he tied her elbows behind her back and tied that rope in the middle to the two vertical lengths that went down her back. Finally he got a pair of large adjustable nipple clips with a chain between them, and carefully placed them on her nipples, adjusting the pressure so they were not too tight but would definitely not come off. He tested them by pulling on the chain a few times, eliciting a strong “Ohhh,” from Janet as each was applied.
Using another short length of rope, he tied it to the center of the chain and the ends to her wrists, pulling the rope through her pussy tight and making sure there was no slack in either that rope or the one from the nipple clips. She quickly realized that if she relieved the pressure on her pussy it pulled on her nipples, and if she relieved the pressure on her nipples it pulled the rope up into her pussy and pressed the knots into her asshole and clit harder. The way she was tied, there was no relief either way, as he had planned. But she did not understand that he had more in mind.
He left for a few minutes before he returned with a glass of wine. He sat back in the chair facing her, coolly assessing her predicament, watching as she tried to find the balance between the pain on her nipples and the knots pressing on her asshole and clit. The one on her clit began to cause her a level of arousal not welcome to her right now. He casually picked up his book, the one with the girl hanging from her wrists and marked from a whipping on the cover, and read from the bookmarked page, ignoring her as she stood there. After a few uncomfortable minutes more standing there wondering what he would do next, he finally told her, quite casually as if he were asking her to get a glass of water, “Make yourself cum. You have three minutes or I will have to give you some incentives.” He picked up the riding crop and softly slapped it against his own palm as he looked at his watch to register the time.
She did not understand at first, but realized what was expected when he pressed her right arm upwards with the end of the crop, and she began to move her wrists up and down, slowly and as little as possible at first due to the pull on her already sensitive nipples. She wondered if she could she create enough movement and pressure on her clit to bring herself to an orgasm, and could she do it in time, and how much would it hurt? The first minute passed before she understood it would take more movement and pressure to get to a climax in time, and she picked up the pace of movement of her wrists, pulling harder on her own nipples on the down stroke as she realized the pain there would only help increase her arousal, and then pulling up harder and harder with each upstroke, sometimes holding it up tightly to press harshly against her already sore clit.
But it was not enough and after it seemed like another minute had passed, she increased the pace and pressure in both directions even more, and tears came involuntarily to her eyes as she abused herself more and more. She had rarely masturbated in front of anyone before, and here she was doing it in front of him in this most debauched, humiliating and painful way. She would hurt herself in any way necessary to give him the pleasure of watching her orgasm, if that was what he demanded. He watched her efforts with detached amusement, sipping the wine and occasionally glancing at his watch, but indicating nothing about how much time she had to go. When he finally looked at his watch again, he shook his head, told her “Time’s up,” and stood up. She kept up the movement of her arms as she tried vehemently to reach a climax before he did whatever he was going to do, even if too late, and she worried that she had no idea what it could be. Her clit was rubbed raw and her nipples on fire, but she couldn’t stop now. Then suddenly she had no choice.
He reached up to her and held her arms still as he pulled them upwards, indicated for her to hold them in the lifted up position maintaining the pressure on her pussy, but releasing the pressure on her nipples. He freed the chain between her nipples from the ropes connecting them to her wrists, pulled the chain up and had her hold it between her teeth in her mouth. Barely long enough, the chain pulled up slightly on the clamps on her nipples, and he said seriously “Do not let the chain go.” He put his hand under her chin to push it up until the tension was all taken out of the chain and it stretched her nipples upwards quite a bit, lifting her breasts in the process. He gave her a soft kiss on the lips, which she returned as best she could without releasing the chain.
He went around to stand directly behind her and brought his arms around to the front, grabbing her wrists, his body pressed against her back and ass. And then he pulled upwards on her wrists, increasing the pressure of the ropes going through her pussy, and the knots pressed harder on her asshole and clit. She moaned loudly through her lips, her teeth clamped closed around the chain connected to her nipples. She lifted up on her toes to try to relieve the pain it caused, but it only helped until she reached that limit as well, and he kept lifting on her wrists using her back as a fulcrum. She was surprised he was so strong as she was easily lifted off the ground, and the rope dug even deeper and pressed even harder into her most sensitive region, and she started a scream that was stifled as she struggled to keep her teeth closed, refusing to let the chain go. Then he pulled back on her head by her hair, pulling more on her nipples.
She would long endure before she reached her own satisfaction, or limits. There would be no safe word, he knew her too well already and when to stop just before she reached a limit. She was bent slightly backwards as he lifted her up even more tightly against himself, and started to shake her up and down like a rag doll. She was being held up almost entirely by the horrible rope that felt like it was tearing her pussy in two, the knot brutalizing her poor clit as her entire weight was used against her. Reacting with tears and moans and a wetness in her pussy that she felt dripping down her inner thighs, hearing only the haze of words he spoke in her ear “Cum for me, cum for me, cum now…,” over and over,.
She tilted her head back towards him to voluntarily pull even harder on the clips that had already stretched her nipples tight. She started to shake, and the orgasm started in her clit until it spread to her entire pelvis and beyond, even to include her breasts and nipples, and she continued to involuntarily move her pelvis like she was fucking a cock, oblivious to the pain she felt there, until she finally exploded in a violent orgasm, spasming until finally worn out and limp, half up only by his arms.
He lowered his hands to let her back down to stand unsteadily on her feet again while he held her tight to keep her from falling down. He laid her gently down on the bed, and had her open her mouth to release the chain, which she had managed to hold there throughout out her orgasm. He gently unclamped her nipples, which she was glad for, even as it caused a new kind of pain as the blood returned. He untied the ropes from her wrists and had her spread her legs and carefully removed the rope that was now embedded deep into her pussy, the marks of its twisted knot pattern showing in the soft folds and skin, making her wince again.
But he left the ropes that confined her breasts, and laid down beside her, caressing her softly from her shoulders to her thighs, including the lightest touches to her now very sensitive nipples, brushing the unruly strands of hair that fell over her face, and she moaned and sighed, relishing the stark difference of this gentle treatment from what she had experienced just a few short moments ago.
But it did not last as he turned her over on her stomach, telling her “Position eight,” and she turned over on her stomach and spread her arms and legs accordingly.
She felt a cold wet feeling as he put some lube between her asscheeks, got on top of her, positioned his cock against her asshole and pressed forward, eliciting a loud “Uunnngggh” from her until he was fully embedded in her ass and his pelvis was pressing up against her still red, sore ass once again. Then he began to fuck her, bringing his hands around to roughly grab her nipples and hold them down to the bed. Muffling her moans as best she could, first of pain then turning into lust, she began to beg him for more and harder. She pulled her chest up from the bed, to pull on her nipples that he still held to the bed tightly in his fingers, and pressed herself back into his thrusting cock, to take the pain no matter how he gave it to her. He gave her what she wanted and pulled all the way out and drove himself all the way back in over and over for a very long time before finally erupting his cum deep inside.
She had reached orgasm several times as he fucked her ass and lay underneath his body, even more exhausted than before, not moving even as his cock pulled out and his cum began to seep out of her violated asshole. He used a small towel to clean her, then covered her with a soft comforter and watched as she quickly fell asleep, leaving her in peaceful bliss until the morning.
She fell asleep to dreams of whips and chains and slave girls of old, her body used for unimaginable pain and debauched pleasures in a whirlwind of castles and dungeons, but it never seemed like a nightmare to her. In her dream she was a virgin taken over and over, each time the first painful time of her ravishment. For each new medieval instrument of torture, she relished the ways pain was designed to cause her sexual arousal. If anyone had checked, her pussy was wet as she slept and dreamed fitfully, but eventually fell into a deeper and dreamless sleep, and stayed that way until waking up the next morning, or at least did not remember anything after that, and never talked about what she did remember.
After going to the bathroom to clean himself off, he sat in the comfortable armchair as he had another glass of wine, looking at this wonderful woman with whom he had so much fun this evening, and there was still two days to go. He began to plan the next morning with his lovely toy, after she made him breakfast. He sure hoped she could cook, he thought, since she sure worked up his appetite. So far they had done everything in the bedroom, which he felt would be safer feeling for her the first day, but tomorrow there was the backyard for some exercises and he would have her work in his garden, naked except for a collar and leash of course.
Then after dinner she would get to visit the finished basement, where bondage gear lined the walls and very special furniture he had personally designed and built filled the room. It was all just waiting for exactly a body like hers to bind and torture, and use every hole made available at his whim. And then when his wife returned, he mused, she could have her fun as well. But it was going to be a long day tomorrow, so he finished off the wine, got up and undressed, as he slept in the nude, and got into bed behind the sleeping girl, curled up on her side under the comforter and snoring lightly.
He thought he had done everything and more that she expected the first evening, and he hoped he could maintain that level of arousal for two more days. He wondered if she would continue to need pain to orgasm, and what were her limits now, or maybe he would find a few she did not yet know. Finally he put it all out of his mind and drifted off into a restful, peaceful sleep.
As was his normal routine he woke at dawn, got out of bed, used the bathroom and did his morning exercises. He did a few preparation for the day so it was several hours later that he let her sleep in, as he was in no hurry today. But as soon as she began to awaken, he demanded “Get your ass out of bed, use the bathroom if you must, but make it quick. You need to prepare breakfast. You will find what you need in the kitchen.”
Breakfast was actually not bad, and as he enjoyed his meal he fed her from his fingers as she knelt on a pillow he put on the floor beside him. After he finished and she cleaned up the dishes, he attached the leash to her collar and said “Follow me, slut puppy.” He led her on her hands and knees towards the back door. And so her new day began…
But that and the next day are another story…