The Pleasure of Pain
Funny, you know, I never actually got to know his real name...
The sudden realisation that I only knew his online username hit me suddenly, and I hesitated just as I was about to enter the suite. I stood motionless for a few moments in the doorway of this stunning, well-appointed suite. This was some very upscale accommodation.
This guy must have had some serious cash...
He answered the door, smiled at me with a broad smile, kissed my cheek, said a brief “Welcome” but then turned back and started to walk inside. Realising I hadn't moved, he turned back to me and he spoke again “You seem nervous, even a little surprised to be here, I told you, I only bite if you want me too” he said softly, his voice soothingly smooth.
“I am nervous,” I admitted to him. I really was a little unnerved at what I was about to do for the afternoon. “For a little while I didn't really think I was going to come at all.” I continued.
My hand still gripped the door handle. His smile however was reassuring, but I could feel the heat from his intense dark eyes. I hesitated for another couple of seconds, then building my nerve, I stepped fully into the room, pulling the door closed behind me.
“Come over here, Shona.” He had sat down, his voice drew me deeper into the room, I moved over towards him until I stopped myself just a little from his chair. I looked down into his dark eyes. They were darker than I’d remembered from the images we had shared; almost black. His voice, previously heard only by phone, was now warmer, richer, much more intimate. Only his hair seemed familiar, rolling in thick silvery-black waves. God, his hair was gorgeous.
“You are more beautiful in person, more than your pictures revealed,” he said to me, echoing, as I said, my thoughts of him. His voice was warm and calm as his eyes intently scanned the curves and form of my clothed body. I nervously smiled as I watched him checking me out. Starting at my hair, lingering over my 36D breasts and then down over my plush womanly curves. My breasts and all my curves were clearly outlined by the pale blue stretch material, wrap-style dress as it tightly clung to my body, then finally finishing his inspection right down to the tips of my toes. “Elegant, Graceful, you are exactly as I had hoped, sexual and curvaceously beautiful.” he said, nodding his head in approval.
“You asked me—,” I began, and then I was stopped when his voice interrupted me:
“I simply asked you to dress in such a way as to reveal to me the woman you are, and you are more than satisfying my expectations Shona.
I know you are nervous about standing here in front of me. I know you are — somewhat uncertain, somewhat concerned your body may not be enough — about actually doing all of the things that we’ve planned on doing here today, but let me assure you, you and your sensual womanly body are more than I could have hoped for and we are going to have a great afternoon together.”
He paused, allowing me to process his words, even somewhat giving me the chance to object to them, had I chosen to, but I wasn't about too, I was, in his eyes and by his words, a warm, proud, curvaceous, sexy woman. He continued “My question to you Shona is, are you willing to explore your sexuality with me today, to expose to me even more of who you can be?”
I knew perfectly well what he was asking of me and I had come here, ready to explore and bare myself, bare everything of myself and to explore and expand my sexual limits with this very hypnotic man.
All of our original and early conversations had begun some weeks ago in an online chat room late one night when I was intrigued by his online profile, but our online conversations had quickly (and hotly) progressed over the following weeks, moving into some very intimately specific web chat and mobile phone calls. We had gradually narrowed our subject matter from "generally erotic and vanilla" to eventually very open specific, blatant "explosive fetishism."
There was no question that he was a Master. Indeed, he acknowledged it directly, when I first asked him. He told me he had practiced BDSM and explored his sexual uniqueness for much of his adult life. But rather than expecting my participation from the beginning, he was willing simply to discuss the subject with me over the weeks, accepting both my curiosity and even my ignorance at face value.
During our chats, he had asked if I could “be instructed, take direction and also if I enjoyed being directed – sexually?” I readily admitted that I do, but had never really pushed any major boundaries. He also made clear his need to be completely in control of me if I eventually chose to spend an afternoon in his company, and I had found myself more and more intrigued as we chatted, then eventually I was strongly drawn and attracted to the power he began to project over me. I began to get really excited, hungry and willing to try his "something new."
Over time, he began asking me very specific questions, exploring and testing my personal and sexual boundaries. He asked if I had ever played with various sex implements, specifically with nipple clamps, restraints, blindfolds, ropes, bondage, personal sexual submission, and with each question he asked, we would talk about that item and then explore many of the scenarios, talking about and understanding the applications of the items or subject in question. He showed surprising consideration for such a dominant man, never trying to force me to participate in any activity, even an imaginary one, never asking for anything I wasn’t ready to embrace.
One evening we chated about my desires and fantasies, he asked me if I had ever had kissed, touched or had sex with another woman. I told him I hadn’t, but I admitted that with the right instruction and support, I would be willing, even eager, to certainly play many a role for him. I found I was prepared, again as I said, even hungry to expand my sexual horizon. Another woman actually became such an exciting thing for me to consider. He told me he knew another woman who was experienced and keen to also play out this fantasy for herself, and asked me if I was willing to join he and her one afternoon. I answered, with trepidation in my voice, very bravely for me "I would love to try something new" He was clearly pleased at my answer and said “not to worry my love, he would arrange everything, all I would have to do was bring an open mind, an obedient mind, and show up at his appointed time and place.”
And here I was, I was here right now. That decision had already been made, I had made it for myself and I was nervously ready...
Without any further talking or fanfare, I exposed myself, I opened the fastening of my soft blue dress, I pulled my dress wide open and shrugged it off my shoulders letting it slide down over my back and crumple into a pile on the floor. I now stood there before him, fully exposed, steadying myself and offering him all my curves. Now stood there, inside this luxurious apartment, in only my black soft bra and matching bikini panties. I showed him outright I was ready to begin. He smiled in approval, eyes gleaming. He pulled me towards him and pressed the palm of his hand softly against the front of my knickers, he brushed his fingers upward. I couldn’t help but shiver, his touch sent a jolt of electricity through my skin, his hands were warm and he gently massaged my mons. He then stood, took my hand and steered me, in only my underwear, into the plush bedroom.
I was surprised, caught off guard. I had no idea she was already here. He never did say her name and we were never introduced. She was older like me, standing quietly beside a large open window. The blinds were also open and anyone from the opposite apartments who cared to look into this window would have seen her completely naked form as she submissively stood for him. She had to be in her 50's, had clearly also had children and was about 5’4″, with smooth pale skin and shoulder length, blonde hair.
"She wishes to remain a submissive participant today" he told me. "Don't be mistaken it is what she wants from you and I, Shona" and, I thought to myself, "was also required by him." "She has agreed with me earlier, to do whatever you instruct her today Shona, your instruction is exactly what she wants from you" He continued to say.
I was momentarily shocked and surprised. Myself, I had no idea what that "instruction" might be yet for her or what I might ask of her, but I knew he was now testing me. I thought about them both for a few seconds then walked over to where she stood, her eyes were down, her hands submissively folded behind her back. To cover my uncertainty at their outrageous offer I started quite simply, I instructed her to go over to him and strip him naked. She smiled a small smile, clearly pleased at these instructions, and moving to him, began to remove his clothes. Her eager fingers eventually revealed his lean, smoothly muscled body and a thick, quite long cock. His cock was already swollen, but she did not touch it.
I thought about what he might enjoy having her do, what I could ask her to do that might please him. I told her to stand before him and run her hands up and down her body, starting with her breasts. I asked, and she told me she was a 36D cup also. She touched herself for him, her fingers lingered over her brownish nipples, and admitted, when I asked, that they were tingling. I could see they were tightening as we spoke, but she didn’t pinch them. I assumed that she was waiting until I gave her permission. Boldly, I told her to put her fingers between her legs, run them over her slit, and spread the moisture from her pussy over her own nipples. She spoke, told me how "kind and gentle I was," which annoyed me; I wasn’t trying to be "kind and gentle," I didn’t want her thinking I was also a complete submissive like her. Abruptly, then, to prove I was in control, I put my hand behind her head, pushed her to her knees, having her kneel directly in front of him and pushed her lips onto his cock. I wanted her to take his cock in her mouth.
Eagerly she fell to her knees and her head came back as she began licking his erection from underneath, all the while looking up into his eyes. I couldn’t see her expression, but her pose was so adoring towards him, I had no doubt what I’d have seen.
He was watching me, not her and I felt a sensation, like he was reading my thoughts; perhaps it was my face he was reading. He realised I needed more help in establishing my position of power over our little sub. He put his hand out and stroked her hair, the silky strands slipping through his fingers as she now had moved to suck his cock. Then suddenly he gripped her hair, hard, and drove his cock deep into her throat. Unprepared for his oral assault, she gagged and spat, she made wet gurgling, whimpering sounds, as he roughly thrust in and out, I watched him smile at me as he used her throat.
“Look how she accepts me, good job Shona” he groaned through gritted teeth. “Look how submissive you have her. Oh yes, look at her joyously choking on my cock,” his voice trailed off. He loved doing this to her. I could see it in his eyes as they now burned into hers. I could hear it in the way his sexy voice deepened and trailed off. Every little gagging, choking, groaning sound she made as he fucked her throat drew an answering groan of pleasure from him. I was shocked, but so fascinated, way too fascinated to think about look away. I found I lusted for more of his encouragement and was really beginning to embrace my roll in this sexual adventure.
As if knowing he could not last long that way, he pulled his cock from her mouth as abruptly as he’d driven it in. Our submissive coughed, and strings of saliva clung from her lips to his cock and linked her for a second to his cock as he pulled away. She made a whimpering little cry of disappointment, she had really seemingly liked the roughness, and he laughed, holding her head between his big hands and then rubbing the sticky head of his cock over her wet lips, chin and face.
As he massaged his cock on her face, he instructed me to come and sit on the floor behind her, but back a little. He told me to spread my legs, then with my fingers, spread my pussy lips open, so that over her head he could see me sitting there, my vagina wide open, totally exposed to his view.
"In for a penny, in for a pound," I thought to myself. Of course I did as he asked, I sat, spread my legs wide and exposed my sex to him, looking up into his eyes as I did, they were now fastened on my open vagina, burning like hot coals in his head as he again slid his cock into her mouth, but slowly, more gently this time, but he was not even looking at her, he was intently, hungrily, looking directly at my pussy as he fucked her throat. He licked his lips, and embarrassingly I knew he could see, in my exposure, how wet I had become. My excitement fluids were thickly wet on my thighs, and as he was fucking her soft mouth more deeply, I was getting even more excited by the second. I suspected some of her moans were exaggerated, precisely for that effect. Taking back my control I sharply told her to stop whimpering and to put on the nipple clamps near her. She hesitated for a second, her throat being full, not wanting to disappoint her master. She, without releasing his cock, reached onto the bed and picked up the clamps, but the hottest thing to me was that she had just obeyed me! That turned me on...
Heat rocketed through me. I had never felt such awesome sexual power like this before. I was so wet, so aroused, and watching her respond to that which I instructed her made the whole situation diabolically hot. He laughed at me, I knew then that my excitement, my reaction, was exactly what he had been waiting for. I was also giving him exactly the fetish that he desired. Our sub stretched out her nipples and fitted the clamps midway. I watched her wince as her nipples were pinched as the clamps closed. Our master, now breathing heavily, he pulled his gleaming wet cock out of her mouth and stepped back. "She was all mine, enjoy" he told me, and turning to her told her "he would be watching her." She shot him a pleading look, but still sat there obediently on her knees as he moved to a big leather chair a few feet away and sat, his wet erection still proud.
I thought for a moment, my anticipation and excitement a huge needy ache in my loins. I knelt behind her, and ordered her to bend forward in front of me, but facing him. I heard the thin metal chains from the nipple clamps brushing the hard floor, and saw she was now trembling. I imagined it was a little from the pain of the clamps, a little from excitement, and a little from pure trepidation.
Knowing, sensing all of that, sent surprising pleasure through me. I slid my hand over but past her anus and delved between her legs. I played in the very slippery liquid drooling from her excited pussy folds. Her submission clearly turned her on too. She was actually dripping juice down onto my fingers, and I slid my hand slowly back up, smearing that sweet hot juice onto her anus and then up, painting the sticky fluid over the curves of her round arse. My thumb painted, trailing up her bum crease as, with firm, slow, steady pressure, I teased and tantalised her anus and pussy. To my enjoyment she moaned in response. I leaned forward, covering her back with my body, and I licked the outer edge of her ear, but without warning her I then sank my teeth, only gently, into the soft sweet skin just below her jaw line.
“That’s good, you smell so good, you feel so good, you taste so good” I whispered into her ear, and she gasped. “You’re such an obedient thing. That’s very good,” and I moved my hands up her back till they lightly scratched at the base of her scalp. Then I took a handful of her silky hair and pulled her head back upright, sharply, biting her again, farther down her neck, harder now, hoping this time I was leaving a mark. This time she didn’t just gasp, she cried out sharply, as I bit her, and I smiled to myself softly chewing her damp, creamy skin, overwhelmed at the power I felt, each time she jumped as I sank my teeth into her.
With her head held back against me and her rapid, panting breath fanning my excitement, I reached around her and took one of her breasts in my hand. They were so smooth, so heavy, firm to the touch. My fingers brushed the nipple clamp. It was smooth metal, and her nipple tip stuck out between the prongs of the clamp. They looked tortured and already very reddened and tender looking. I felt her body sway toward my fingers as I brushed them over her clamped nipples, and then I repeated it on her other breast, she closed her eyes and whimpered a little.
I had her attention now. I let go of her hair and now used both hands, fondling her breasts, licking my fingers and smearing my saliva on her nipples, my saliva mingled with her vaginal fluids, already smeared earlier on her nipples. My saliva made her breasts all wet and slick, and then I licked a path down the back of her neck. She gave a high-pitched little groan, and as I moved my tongue down between her shoulder blades her head dropped back. I released her nipples and moved my hands down over her ribs, and then continued moving them further down her body as my tongue moved farther down past her hips and spine. She was shivering under this treatment, and began pushing her backside out against my tongue as I licked down her arse crease. Then she surged forward as my fingers moved once again past her anus and underneath her. I now found her stiffened little clit. I rubbed her clit, something I never imagined I would ever have done in my life. My rhythmic masterbation of her button was building her excitment, she was starting to get off, and already moving very close to an orgasm, but I wanted to be in charge and I abruptly stopped massaging before she could cum. I admonished her “not yet” and changing tack, I moved to stand directly in front of her.
“No,” I said firmly, leaning in close to her face. “You don’t get to cum unless I tell you that you can. You are mine and you will do as I say, do you understand that?” She nodded, her eyes desperately wide, her breathing ragged. The scent of her juices and the liquidity of her vagina confirmed her heightened arousal. I held her face between my hands and looked her straight in the eyes “You will have to satisfy me first, won’t you. You’ll have to make me cum, and then make me cum again, and if I tell you to, you can satisfy him too, and then maybe I will want to cum again. And if you’ve been very good,” she was trembling in anticipation, all panting in her eagerness, “if you are really, really good, and do everything I tell you, and take everything I want you to take care of, then, and only then, will I think about letting you cum too. Is that clear?”
She made some small sign of rebellion, as if thinking, “I’ll cum when I want, and there is nothing you can do to stop me.” I wanted her to know that I already knew what she was thinking, so I placed my fingers onto the clamps holding her nipples. She seemed to believe I was going to stroke her again with soothing, sweet pleasure, so the shock she felt when I squeezed the clamps, they really pinched her, and then I twisted those nipple clamps. The pain must have been electric and sorted that insolent attitude immediately. Her high-pitched pained wail drew a response from her Master; he growled his approval at my admonishment, and told her how much her pain pleased him. I reached down and again put my fingers between her legs. That pain should have dried any other woman up but this one, she was smouldering wet, and seemingly scaldingly hot for more as I touched her up. I firmly said again, '`when I am ready, not you, when I am ready, do you understand?’ She returned to her submission and nodded her understanding..
As I felt her up, I don’t know what came over me, I had now become so hot and I had the most insatiable overpowering urge to work her entire body, to use her for my own pleasure.
I had heard of scenarios like this before, but had never understood how something like this could actually feel for the instructor. With adrenaline pulsing through my veins, I literally dragged her over to the leather couch, but at the opposite end from her Master, and pushed her back down onto the floor, her back against the couch. I pushed her head back onto the seat. I wanted her to eat me out, I was the boss and I spread my legs and climbed over her face. I straddled her lovely face, one thigh on either side, my hands gripping the back of the sofa.
I told her to "stick out her tongue, but hold her tongue still. I have her no permission to do anything else. Not until she proved she could obey me. To test her, I rubbed my hot, sticky excited pussy all over her face, not letting her move that tongue at all. I forced her to sit perfectly still, with her tongue thrust out, and I used her tongue like a dildo, massaging it into my own clit. My pussy was on fire and surely dripping down her throat, but I wouldn’t let her swallow , I wouldn’t let her open her lips any farther, and it didn’t take long at all before I was squirming on her tongue, gripping her hair with both hands, riding her face like I was ‘On-Heat” smearing all my dripping, sticky, hot honey juices across her face. I was forcing her to not even taste me. My power, my excitement exploded as one, and I came, I orgasmed as I fucked her face, by fuck I came, I nearly collapsed I orgasmed that hard.
But I didn’t collapse. After I came on her face, I moved down and rubbed my face and lips on her lips. She must have thought I was going to kiss her. I felt her mouth begin to open, and I even initially put my tongue inside. But what I wanted was, I only wanted my juices back, I took as much of my juice back as I could, and then licked all the rest of my orgasm cream off her cheeks, leaving her whimpering, I was being outrageously bossy. I didn’t care what she was whimpering about and I slapped her, only hard enough to sting of course, and she gasped with surprise. Her Master made a sound, a deep muffled groan, and I glanced over to see him smiling and slowly stroking his big cock, his fingers gripping his hard cock tight. Turning back to her, I told her again that she was my sub, and I would only let her have "whatever" she proved to me she might deserve. She was breathing hard, half-crying; her frown told me she wasn’t quite ready to totally submit, and I smiled directly into her face, amazed at my exhilaration, my imagination running wild, thinking of my next task for her. Then an idea came boldly to me...
I pulled her up and I had her sit on the edge of the sofa with her thighs spread wide apart. I buried my face between her legs, I ate her. Her pussy was swollen and soaking wet, I revelled in her fluids, the smell, the taste, her arousal was intoxicating, and though I had never eaten out to a woman before, I couldn’t believe how intoxicating it was to eat this woman, to feel and taste her body respond to me.
I pushed two fingers inside her hot hole as I licked her, fingering her hard enough to make her gasp, and then I pulled my fingers out, leaving her vagina gaping open so my tongue could go right inside her heated body. I licked her slot up and down, slowly, moving up from there, pressing the flat part of my tongue hard against her tender, puffy pussy folds, all the way up to her clit. When I felt her begin to tighten, I moved away.
“No,” I told her sternly as I stood up. “You don’t yet deserve that pleasure yet. You deserve only to get close to pleasure and then have me deny you. I will torture you with pleasure. But now I will show you what pleasure you could be having if you truly learn to be the obedient sub that you must become.”
I turned to her Master, smiling. When I moved within his reach he seemed to leap, as if to have me, pulling me onto his lap. His teeth bit sharply enough to leave marks on my throat as he quickly stripped off my bra. He then attacked my breasts, my nipples, and his long, skilled fingers drove deep into my pussy and by fuck I needed that! He had me moaning and groaning in a very short time. But he knew that although this is what I wanted; this wasn’t simply about getting me off. He immediately understood I wanted to show her what she was missing out on, and he knew what to do. So he held back, letting me set the pace.
I went right onto my knees and went down on him, sucking him, slurping the precum that was bubbling from his cock, and he crooned to her how good a cock sucker I was. He was showing his pleasure so openly, so freely to her, it was thrilling. I lingered over him, lapping up the precum, playing with it, rubbing it along my cheek and lips and then there was also the excitement of having her watch my every filthy cocksucking action.
I squeezed his cock and asked him to fuck me in front of her. He nodded, smiling at her as I spread my legs and he held me by the hips as I positioned myself above his cock. I was so wet, so needy, I sank myself down fast, I buried his cock up in my body in one thrust and ground down hard onto his stiff shaft as he smashed my cervix. I buried him inside my body. I was on fire and I bucked on him, facing away from him, directly facing our little sub.
She was looking a little sad now, and I asked her if she wanted some of this, if she wanted his big, hard cock shoved into her little cunt hole. Her lustful eyes sent something like hot molten lava down my vaginal passage, soaking his cock. I laughed at her. I told her to watch, to look very closely, and I made her bring her face right down in front of my pussy to see how he was spearing me. She knelt close in and stared. I saw her licking her lips as I moved up and down on his long shaft, my juices rolling down, soaking his balls. His hands gripped my hips and he fucked deep up into me, and I knew he was enjoying torturing her too. His cock heat seared through me, making me wild, but I was not done with her. I knew she could take more pain and I wanted to torture her more. I raised my body up off his cock and instructed her to lick me again. I was the boss and she just jumped to it and ate me again, she was like a cat lapping at a saucer of milk, and I nearly lost consciousness at her eager hunger.
When I pulled my body away from her eager mouth, she actually whimpered. She seemingly really liked being given the task of eating my pussy, there was no doubt about that. I moved myself up higher, so the head of his cock re-aimed and now was pressing into my arse. My body, my needs were on fire, I knew what I was about to do was going to eventually feel good, but I knew it would burn like fire and hurt in sweet torment, he would feel like it was too big to go in me, for me to take up there, but for so many reasons I was aching for it, so much so I could barely wait. But I momentarily did, I still wanted to torture her, even more. I pushed her head down, below my pussy so she could see between my legs, and I told her to watch my anus kiss the head of his cock, then watch as I shove his cock, watch my arse as he sank inside my arse, deep up my dark tube, and as I said it, I pushed her closer as I began work on taking the head of his cock inside my arse, I was gasping, swearing out loud, but take his cock up my arse I did. His deep groan in return was music to my ears and clearly audible even over my swearing. My little sub, her eyes were glazed with lust, passion, and with pain, as she watched me analy bury his cock.
“Oh, you want that cock too, don’t you,” I said, gasping, my eyes never leaving her, my voice fierce. She nodded, her eyes were glued to his cock as it was swallowed up by my tight dark hole. “I know you want it, you want to feel as good as I feel right now, but you can’t, you can’t have it, not yet. Show me how bad you want it. Lick my cunt again, eat my pussy as I bury this cock, I gritted my teeth and winced out the instructions, in pain myself as I endeavoured to open my rectum. I’ll see how well you do, make me cum and scream it out loud.”
Immediately, obediently, enthusiastically, she buried her face between my thighs, her tongue working furiously on me and by fuck she was so good. In that moment she was the best I had ever had, thrusting her tongue into my pussy as his cock was finally fully anally swallowed. I knew she wanted his cock too. I felt her moving her tongue down like she intended to lick his shaft or balls but I thrust one hand into her hair, and pulled her head up, hard. “Not yet, no sub, not yet, me, keep licking me, use that nasty tongue of yours right here, and I pointed at my pubes, get right in on my clit,” I opened my pussy lips wide with my other hand and shoved her head back in, pushing it firmly against me. She hungrily obeyed, her tongue lapping and flicking up and around my clit, she would lick me once firmly, and then move just a fraction away so she could flick her wet little tongue over my clit, so fast I couldn’t count how many times she brushed me, I just pressed the back of her head closer, trying to get her right into me,, fuck she felt good..
“Finger me, push your fucking fingers up in me right now, do it, finger fuck me, do it now!” I literally screeched at her, and suddenly I felt two of her fingers jam right in, and then a third, she pushed them in brutally hard just like I wanted and then slathered her tongue all over me like a snake and I was blown away, I orgasmed, I orgasmed gripping her hair so hard as I came, she squealed in pain, but she never stopped, I was the boss and she was not about to let me down. My thighs squeezed her face so tight she couldn’t move, she couldn’t do anything but keep licking, keep fingering, keep pleasuring me. I came so wildly, my bucking hips ground his cock right up my arse, as deep as it would go, and he fucked me while I was orgasming like that, fucked me hard, he was really turned on. He pounded me with his cock, pushing deep up into me and then pulling nearly all the way out before shoving himself back up inside me again, he now attacked my anus way harder than before.
I was trembling, sweating and still heaving, but as I recovered from this “One hell of an orgasm” I managed to ask our sub “Was that good for you, did you see everything?” I sneered at her, still gripping her face between my thighs, holding her twisted hair in one fist. She tried to nod, and I felt a shiver run through her, just under her skin. I harshly spoke to her again “Eat me again, one more time, or I’ll tie your bare arse to the bed and leave you there, with your sweet spread open pussy just aching to be fucked, but you'll be getting nothing, there will be no cock for you.” Her anguished moan was sweeter to my ears than I had ever dreamed about something like that could sound, she bent her head forward and attacked my slot with renewed passion.
“Swallow it,” I ordered her harshly. “Drink it, eat my juiced up cunt, by fuck I love anal. I am so juicy, you know you love it, don’t you, my little whore, ” and then when I could take no more, I jerked her head back, enjoying the cry of pain, excited by the panting I heard from her, while her Master’s cock continued to ream my arse.
I made damn sure she saw how good he was at fucking me, how hot he kept me, and how hard he fought to keep from coming himself. Every time he moved his hands onto my hips to guide me, to stroke me, she gritted her teeth, her face glistening wet with my excited fluids, fresh flowing from my fucked up cunt.
“Come, fuck you, come,” I breathlessly panted, to him, “I want you to come, spray me, I want you to shoot your spunk all over me, I want you to spray your cum on my chest, while our slut watches. Oh, fuck me god, come here and toss off for me, toss off onto me,” and he panting hard, laughed, a deep and excited laugh, then he literally ripped his cock from my arse and he threw me onto my back on the couch.
He stood next to the edge, and all sweaty and straining, jacked his pulsing cock at my chest. Our sub obediently knelt at his side, watching, and every so often he would let her lean forward, she would attempt to lick his shaft while he pulled the skin tight, but he would have none of it. She clearly wasn’t allowed to touch his cock at all, and he kept one hand threaded into her hair, gripping it tightly, holding her off.
He pulled her face to him, it looked for a second like he wanted her mouth, and just before he came he pulled her head backwards so she would get none, twisting his hand in her hair, and she cried out. I saw his face change at that moment, I saw him lose control, he groaned out like a man possessed, I heard him go off when her pain seemingly seared through him with a pleasure so deep he could no longer resist his orgasm.
His pleasure in her pain and her total denial, took him over the edge. I felt it too, but was too fucked to care about her at all. Shocked at myself, I was glad he was hurting her, in some secret, nasty, perverted little way. I was only concerned about me, I loved it, I was about to be painted in spunk and I had waited all afternoon for it. When he came it was joyously copious, he shot thick heavy ribbons of creamy spunk all over my breasts, I found I was unconsciously massaging my clit and I nearly came again myself, but was too exhausted.
“Push her in here,” I told him when his groans subsided, I was so thickly lathered in cum. “Have her lick me. Have her eat your spunk off my chest.” He smiled at me, and pushed her toward me, forcing her face down to my body, and leaned over to whisper in her ear. “Do it, my darling,” he told her. “You belong to her now and must obey, or you will displease us both. Remember, you love this, you love eating the cream from my cock, don’t you little one, you've waited all afternoon. Just look, here it is now, fresh and warm, all spread over Shona's lovely breasts, so let me see you do it, let me see you open your sweet mouth and lick it all up.”
He released his grip on her hair, and I now whimpered, sharply disappointed. I realised what would have been unbelievable to me just a few hours earlier; I ached for him to force her to clean me, to have him push her onto my chest. I wanted to see that pretty face painted both in anguish and spunk. I wanted it, I really wanted it! At first he didn’t push her; he waited. She leaned down to me, her tongue just lightly lapping, in a first tentative little taste, she seemed just a tad reluctant, shaking her head. I thought she was going to refuse, but then I heard a loud smacking noise, and I saw he had slapped her on the bare arse, just once but very hard. I felt her whole body spasm and she cried out, and then he did it again, harder this time, and she tried to twist her arse away from him.
I didn’t even think, much less hesitate in that instant myself; I joined in with her punishment and twisted the nipple clamps she still wore. I twisted them tight, she stopped instantly, she couldn’t move at all or the nipple pain would only get worse, her face was twisted, but now she smiled at me, the dirty bitch. The heat in my pussy soared, scorching hot, and I nearly exploded at the sight of her joy in her suffering. I looked up into his handsome face, lost in rapture as she twisted, squirming in the nipple agony, and I pulled again on the nipple chains to now make him smile and he did.
This time she understood and much more eagerly came forward, leant over me and began to seriously lick me, this time like she really meant it, like she really wanted it, eager, hungry and with the knowledge that she was licking her Master’s cum off me, it was so erotic, so hot, that I found I was unconciously touching myself on the bed as she cleaned up my breasts. Her Master saw me fiddling with myself, and knew I couldn’t last, and he leaned forward. He put his mouth down on my burning pussy, his tongue inside me and his lips mouthed my clit.
I was lost in lust as the two of them ate me up, his tongue was devouring my pussy and her tongue was lapping his cream off my sizzling skin. Then a final afternoon orgasm exploded through me, rocking my whole body, my mind spun out of control as her tongue wetly licked my skin. I could do no more, I was so fucked and I just sunk backwards into the soft leather of the couch.
As my orgasm spiraled, swirled, then finally faded, I went numb; I fell silent while they now went wild with each other, they were both so hot from this nasty perverted game we had all played.
He was again ready and erect and now he fucked her, to reward all her torture. They had clearly done this all before, they clearly loved this game, and he now seemed to know her so well, because they were certainly ready to tear each other apart. The master had mounted her and was riotously pounding her body, she ached, she needed, she clawed, she was desperate and I watched them both for a little as he was now rewarding her for her total previous submission. I watched them go hard at it for a while, she was no longer a submissive, she was now a raging animal, but I wasn’t a part of it any more; I was now a discarded toy. I was fucked, I was finished with them and they were, no doubt, finished with me.
Without showering, still all juicy and sticky from my outstanding afternoon, I gathered up my strewn clothes, dressed and quietly left. My hair, my clothing were dishevelled but I made myself semi-respectable. I left them going at it, quietly left, and drove myself home, I could not wait to share this totally outrageous afternoon with my husband...
I have not chatted online to him since and I haven't yet heard from him again, but frankly If he called, I probably would do it all again, a fire certainly has been lit inside of me and a whole new world of opportunity has been shown to me...
