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“Waaaaah” – the radio blared its way into life – startling him back into the land of reality. He reached out, silently cursing the so called friend/(fiend?) who had visited the thing on him, a birthday gift straight from hell… His fingers found the snooze button, pushed hard and he settled back into his pillow – relishing the silence that brought so much pleasure.
Glancing down he saw the raised sheets and chuckled to himself, amused that he hadn’t noticed, surprised at the strength of the erection, and all for the want of a pee! He reached down under the sheet and fondled the wiry bush surrounding the base of the shaft – making a mental note to remove the hairs that evening – and tutting at the stickiness which his fingers encountered. His hand moved effortlessly up the shaft – comfortable in a journey made many times – knowing its destination – eager for the summit. As it enfolded his cock head he twitched, feeling the hard ridge – remembering the night’s pleasures. “Damn!” – he thought – “need that piss bad!” – and jumped out onto the clothes strewn across the floor – stumbled – cursed and steadied himself as the first involuntary drip seeped from the tip of his thickened, swollen cock.
Standing by the bowl – scratching his stomach – wandering when the taut washboard had found the curves that bulged under his fingers – he took aim, missed and watched the golden jet splash his feet. “Fuck – fuck fuck!” Quickly redirecting his aim, the reassuring splash of water in bowl confirmed his success – and he let loose a victory fart – laughing loudly at both the sound and later – nose twitching – the smell. “For fucks sake – where had that come from?”
As he washed his hands – not something he normally did after pissing – he was a real man after all – he thought of the night before…
Picking the towel from the floor he determined to follow up on his thoughts, and strode briskly down to the cellar he’d lovingly created from an old and dusty storeroom. Pausing – listening at the door, he slowly turned the handle and moved silently into the room, illuminated in the far corner by a naked bulb that threw distorted black shapes that struggled to hide away in the deep dark corners of the room.
Illuminated in the lights harsh glow she still hung as he had left her – seemed to be sleeping in fact – the rhythmic rise and fall of her breasts the only reassuring sign of life. He noticed the wet pool between her tied ankles – and the streaks that ran down the inside of her thighs. He also took in the bright and livid weal’s that glared moodily at him from her ass cheeks and thighs. Proud, raised, mottled, red and purple – a testament to his nights work. He smiled – not out of pride – but in remembrance at her part in the activities, and her shrieks of pain mixed with her thrusting bodies strident demands for him to hit her harder. How she had thrust against each stinging stroke – how she had reacted as the sweet sting left her flesh marked – hot and alive to the next that might follow. As he moved closer he could still see the purple dildo sticking out of her ass – and closer still – the streaks of his cum that had escaped her tight holes embrace – adding more glistening tracks to those that spread down her legs. The scent of their combined juices was a tangible presence – his nose gathered the faint odours and helped form the slowly curving movement as his lips rose in a smile of pleasure.
His eyes moved up her body – alive with bright red pinched bruises where the pegs and clamps had bit deep – and he marvelled at her endurance – and her desire for more. Her stood high – natural, well curved and proud, a real joy to his eyes. They were fulsome breasts – topped with nipples of deep brown that capped the mounds with peaks that drew the eyes, mouth and tongue. They were breasts he’d milked forcibly, first with vacuum and then with his mouth and tongue. Their natural beauty added lustre to his desires, and reaffirmed his disgust in those enhanced with implants – hard – unnatural and unyielding to touch. He’d whipped some once – and worried for days whether the foreign bodies might have been damaged by his onslaught. “Never again” he mouthed, to no-one in particular. So her tits, full, striped by cane and pegs were admired with real passion and real lust. His tongue licked his lips – perhaps attempting to bridge the distance – as they had in the small hours of the morning – as he had suckled hard as she thrust against him.
Her nipples were soft – conjoined with the surrounding aureole, as though they knew he were there, and feared the inventions of his perverse mind. Certainly they had risen at his bidding last night, risen to clamps that bit deep, risen and twitched to the shocks he’d shared so freely from that wonderful machine he’d purchased for a mere £15. How she’d jumped as the first shock passed from wire to clamp to nipple. And how she’d strived for more when he’d switched it off, the wet musky excretions from her cunt, the engorged lips, shouting for more of the same.
He’d been happy to oblige – happy to fasten the same clamps to her external labia – happy to see the mixture of pain and pleasure crease across her face as the small pulses provided the same stimuli as those before, except this time so close to the heat and muskiness of her womanhood. He’s watched in amazement as she’d shuddered and the deep dark folds of her cunt filled and thickened, and the sticky secretions of her sex slid their way to the outer folds of her sex, and glistened brightly, regaling his senses with her sweet perfume.
She had come to him willingly – oblivious of what he had planned – but eager to accept all. She knew what SHE wanted, but could only hope that her designs fitted in with his devices. She’d come prepared too – naked under a cotton dress that was torn off in but a moment. She hadn’t minded – he was sure – had even seemed to enjoy his mastery and his aggression. He remembered squeezing her tits hard – pulling her head by hair wrapped tight in his fist, down to his groin – pushing the swollen cock hard against her face. She’d watched wide eyed as he’d pulled that same cock out of his trousers and gasped as he rubbed the purple head against her face – oozing hot cum onto her cheeks to mark its journey. Her mouth opened – and he was in… Thrusting, hard – pushing his erect cock deep into the rear of her mouth. Holding, no pulling her hair, he withdrew until the shaft was just resting at its crown on her lips, and then he quite simply used her mouth – holding her head tight, her hair in both hands– daring her to move her head on pain of hair torn out by the roots.
He knew it wouldn’t, couldn’t last. When the moment came, his release was the all of his mind, white, blinding, numbing, and it was as sudden as it was expected. The familiar heat - the urge to sag at the knees – and the numbing pain as the cum shot from the tight tip of his cock. It hit her tongue and dripped over the edge.
He pulled her head back violently and watched transfixed as the hot spurts still flew to find refuge on her cheeks and eyes. Her cum laden tongue withdrew into her mouth, and the spunk was seen no more – swallowed – no – gulped back in an instant.
He reached down – catching a trickle on her cheek – rubbing its hot stickiness between enquiring fingers before pulling her head back hard and dripping his sticky juice into her open mouth. He’d spent a consummate amount of time engaged in the same play – and had been rewarded each time by her greedy acceptance of his sticky offerings. He liked that, in fact he had stiffened to the sight, and his throbbing cock seemed to beg for a repetition – a continuance of the game.
Ignoring his flailing organ he had grasped her wrists and dragged her to the St Andrews cross he’d built with his own hands. Hands he’d injured with blister and wood splinters in its creation. The rings held securely by bolts shoved through its depth a measure of its design and its purpose. She came willingly face to cross, and raised wrists to the black leather straps that waited upon her acceptance. Fastened – probably too tightly – he’d turned his attention to her ankles – and secured the silver chains three times around each ankle before snapping frail aged padlocks firmly against grudging lock plates. Each leg was then drawn by rope to stretch her open – and test the conviction of her desire. If she doubted she did not voice it, if she was concerned her body did not show it – rather she meekly, meekly? No not meekly, eagerly, yes eagerly, accepted the privations of his desires. His acts should have forewarned her – but if it did she showed no signs. Or perhaps her own desires had captured her mind, and enslaved her body to what was to come. Whatever the reason, she reacted and supported each and every action. Where he tugged she followed – what he bid she did – what he did – she endured…
Once secure he had covered her eyes – shut out the only light that had so far been a friend – an ally in her pleasure, in her finding out what might follow. True she’d seen whip, and cane and rope and a myriad of familiar objects under its watchful glare – but there were other things – unfamiliar objects that tested her intelligence and excited her by their newness. When the darkness came she felt deprived, but in its coming she felt a new feeling too – depravity. This was an unfamiliar feeling – bound as she was by the conformity of a job and family life – but the feeling, the heat of the feeling grew – and she knew that this was where she wanted to be, no this was where she needed to be. She felt dirty, vulnerable, and open to all and anything that followed.
When he covered her ears she was shocked – there was no light – and now no sound – it was surreal. She opened her mouth – and he took the moment to push the gag against her tongue – she balked – aghast at the unfamiliar object holding in her cries. It tasted of plastic – of leather – and of her own fears…
She gagged – and he noted this – but he didn’t remove the object – simply retied it –but with concern for her well being. Finally the rough canvas bag was drawn over head and she was alone in her own darkness – alone with her thoughts and her imaginings.
Alone and vulnerable – cunt spread wide and body already aching – she was without purpose – or ability to act on any purpose she might have had. The musky smell of the bag only added to her sense of abandonment, it was rough , it was unfamiliar and it was heaven.
He entered her ass unbidden, and he took her as only a man could – roughly, harshly, forcefully and with complete disrespect for the lack of preparation or the hot burning pain of his cock pushing deep on virgin flesh.
He guessed she was a virgin there – and the tight resistance confirmed this status. Still he pushed, and just as he felt she might split – he withdrew- slowly adding a new stinging sensation to the heat of his entry. It hurt – but it felt so good – and she waited for the next thrust – with fear and longing. When it came – it felt better and the cock slid easily into her ass hole – but it still stung. Each thrust bought pain and pleasure in equal measure – until as his thrusting grew harder – and his cock seemed to grow even tighter –he juddering against her back – pushing her body roughly against the coarse wood of the cross. She felt – yes felt – the hot flood of his spunk in her ass hole. It added its own heat to the stinging flesh – and eased some of that sting.
As he slowly withdrew she felt it follow his exit – felt it trickle as his cock head popped from the bruised ring of her ass. It slid its way down her thigh – and she marvelled at the fact her body knew every inch of its route. To the flows source he added a dildo –and fixed it deep –so she would know it was there to stay. In fact it had entered easily – and slid home as though it had travelled that way before – and was where it had been made to go.
Her ass was on fire – and she thought the pain would stay forever – and it might have – except the pegs he fastened to her skin pulled and lulled her senses to the site of each fixing. Each peg bit hard – bit deep –dragged resisting pink flesh into a tortured crumpled mound of intense pain – that felt so good. She knew not how many pegs he put on her – only knew that another had joined the many already nestled onto her taught skin.
The clamps on her nipples felt cold – her nipples stiffened – and she thought it was nice – until the first shock took her breath away… Shock – well perhaps not a shock – more a tingle that tore at her core because it was so unexpected. After the first came many – little jolts that shook her senses and that had her reacting to each with a spasm that started high in her cunt and effused her groin with a longing for more. She thrust wantonly, only to find air – and she wanted so much more – needed so much more.
The cane took what little breath she had completely away – the unexpectedness of the stroke heightened by the total absence of noise. It hit like a bullwhip – and she pushed her hips back – eager for the next – and the next and the next stroke.
He did not disappoint her insistent demands – and his arm worked her ass and thighs methodically – careful not to cut – but oblivious to any thought of her pain. He was lost to the swish and the contact – the noise denied her only acting as a spur to more blows. He did not count – he did not think – he just watched the growing criss cross of marks and marvelled as the pattern spoke of insatiate lust and perverse desire.
Finally – the blows ended – and her body still pushed back – begging for more – despite the growing awareness of the pain that would follow. He resisted the urge to touch the angry weal’s – resisted any vestige of pity – instead savouring her abandonment, and his mastery of that abandonment.
Her body still twitched to the electric shocks pushed hard into her raised nipples – and still her cunt dripped her own juices – her body anticipating each pulse – and rising to meet it – and embrace the pain and the intensity of the pleasure.
He stood watching – smiling – noted the drying cum along his cock and deliberated his next action…
The choice was simplicity itself. He switched off the unit, attached it to her labia – and watched for 10 minutes as she writhed in apparent pleasure. As an aside he began to insert the fine acupuncture needles to their shaft length into each breast. Stopping at 20 to a breast he looked with admiration at the woman and smiled.
After standing for ten minutes, simply watching he switched off the machine, removed each needle and left the room, climbing the lonesome road to his bed. It was late – he was tired – and she would be there in the morning – ready for the fuck he already salivated upon – and the thoughts which even as dreams took him – made his lip curl in anticipation. “Mmm” – he mouthed – to his pillow – “tomorrow will be fun!”
In the cellar the girl smiled into her gag – her body ached –the pegs hurt and as she flexed her tied body – fell off – adding to her pain. Her ass felt like shit – she tried to laugh – but couldn’t – it was full and sore and it felt good. Her nipples felt weird – she didn’t know what he’d done – but roll on the next time.
She was desperate for a pee – but she knew he’d let her loose soon – and perhaps he’d fuck her. Whatever he wanted was fine… She was his to use – and she knew it – and she liked what might yet be coming her way.
As the pee shot from her she sighed – not shocked as she should have been at pissing herself – “God if my parents could see me now” – she accepted the fact that it was not her choice, as she had accepted the whole evening. As the warm liquid splashed her ankles she laid her head against the wood and waited for the return of the light – and the touch she craved.
“Soon” she mused “soon” – and as the minutes became hours she dropped off into a sleep unaffected by the bonds on wrists and ankles. But even as sleep took her – held her close – she knew that at the end of her journey there would be more waiting – and even in her sleep she sighed…
Twenty four hours – a twinkling in a life – but how many twenty four hours might a man and a woman enjoy? Ask yourself how many twenty four hours wait for you – and how you would like to fill them…
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