The excitement of their first ventures had been intense. More intense than either of them had expected. After their first scene, he knew he only had to use a certain tone of voice and her eyes would fall. Then they both knew a scene was coming, though never exactly what would happen. Each time in the past, he had felt her cunt before he started to cuff her to the bed, and it had always been soaking, the scent pungently announcing her need. Every time he had bent over her to secure her helplessness, his cock dripped on her supine form as it seldom had before they started exploring.
This time they both knew it would be different. They had discussed it endlessly, and she had been quite open. She had assented to him to taking it further. She seemed to want that. He shivered in anticipation. Anything, she had said. Christ knew, he wanted to go further. But her verbal assent, and how she might react to what he would perpetrate on her, were two different things.
She stripped slowly before him, taking each garment and folding it carefully on the chair. When she was naked she lifted the collar and fastened it round her delicious neck, raising her sensuous long hair in a clasp so the leather and buckle wouldn’t trap any. Then she put the mask over her eyes.
He knelt and she parted her legs so he could lick her moist aromatic cunt. Christ she was ready, and incredibly excited. She knew she wasn’t allowed to speak, but gasped when his tongue and lips tasted her sex. He moved behind and fastened the ballgag on her, his dripping cock rubbing her arse. She tensed to avoid reacting to this. Then he led her to the bed. The waterproof sheet was already secured. He pushed her onto her back and lovingly crouched over her, securing her wrists to the stout wooden verticals of the headboard. His cock dribbled on her fine tits as he worked to ensure that she was stretched tight. Then he turned to face her feet and attach her ankles to the footboard. His cock dripped on her cunt as he did so and he heard her slight groan. Now she was secure, could hardly move, spreadeagled for him. Her being was presented for him to use as he wished.
– My sweetness, I know we’ve talked endlessly. But now we’re here. Are you sure you want to do this? Just nod or shake your head? She nodded vigorously.
– Darling, you know I can’t tell you what I might do. But you know that this time I want to hurt you. Are you absolutely certain? She nodded again.
– Well love, we’ll discover what that means. His face was a frown: he wanted this, wanted to push her, find her limits. But he was scared. Scared of himself, and what made him want to hurt her. He loved her as he’d never loved anyone. He really didn’t understand why he wanted to do this, and understood even less why she seemed to want it too, or at least, was prepared to endure it for his pleasure.
He had wondered if it was in part her insecurity about herself, about his love for her. Something in her really didn’t believe that she was beautiful, and incredibly alluring sexually. She really didn’t understand why he found her so attractive. So he understood she sometimes felt insecure about his love for her, though he didn’t think he’d ever given her cause. Maybe it was this insecurity which led her to indulge him, in the belief that in this way if in no other, she could hold onto him? It was ridiculous he knew, he was hers, come hell or high water. She didn’t have to do this. No other woman interested him, or was ever likely to, except maybe in the most fleeting and harmless way. But fuck, now the two of them were here, he was going to take everything she was prepared to give.
As his eyes focussed on the moisture oozing from her beautiful cunt, a surge of excitement trembled through him, and his thoughts fled. She was already engorged, her lips puffy and spread open. She had said anything. Well, they would discover what that meant. He felt in the bag beside the bed, withdrew the new nippleclamps. She didn’t know he’d bought them. They were crocodile-clips, cruel metal prongs in place of the smooth leather-padded things he’d used on her before. He set them fairly slack and bent to fasten the left one. She shivered but didn’t make a sound. Then the second. Silence. He tugged the chain, gently. Nothing. More sharply. A muffled squeal then. He put his mouth to her ear, whispered his love for her, and tugged sharply. Her body convulsed and he bit her neck, then stopped the pressure on the chain. Her body settled. He asked if she loved him and she nodded.
He knelt back on the bed and regarded her. Fuck how his cock was throbbing. It was tempting to stop playing and just fuck the brains out of her, this exciting compliant lover of his. But he knew that further play would enhance his need. And, he knew also, hers. He raised the flogger — a new one, another toy she didn’t know about, leather thongs instead of the flimsy suede of the last one — and watched her flinch as she heard the swish.
The thongs splayed across her open cunt and her hips jerked. sex hikayeleri He watched her sex flushing pinker. Swung his arm again, and this time his cock jerked in excitement in reaction to the convulsion of her hips. Deeper pink. Fuck, how he loved her.
– So how’s the new flogger? More sensation than the last one? She nodded.
– I’m going to do it harder. His arm swung again, but this time with the force and accuracy he’d been practicing. The thongs dug into her cunt, between the lips, across her clit. A muffled scream came from behind the ballgag. Fuck this was beautiful. His cock throbbed and jerked. Her hips settled and he heard muted sobs. The pink was turning to red. Just once more, he had to do this. He wanted to hurt her, yes, but not impair his enjoyment of her later. Just one more perhaps … maybe not so hard.
She tensed with the cool swish, jerked hard as the tongues of leather caressed her cunt brutally. More sobbing. He bent to examine what he’d done, and never had he smelled her want so strongly. Licked softly and cautiously over her mons where the wee red weals were rising, then between her lips, tasting, lapping, loving. His cock dribbled on her belly. She sighed deeply. Delicately he teased her clit, took it between his lips, sucked gently. A wee moan now, but this one not of pain. He rose a little and moved so he could take her pulsing nipples in his mouth, angrily red and distended by the clamps. Christ they were always gorgeous, but he’d never seen them like this, tortured. As he sucked and bit to her muted scream, his hand slipped to her cunt.
So wet and slimy. Palm down on her mons, he slipped two fingers into her, felt them glide effortlessly into the warm cavity. He needed her to cum. He curled the fingers against the gspot, and began wanking her. Slow and gentle at first, harder and faster as his excitement grew, the ball of his thumb crushing her clit as his fingers pressed into the front wall of her vagina, soaked by her excitement. Her hips were raised from the mattress now, writhing as she sought release, and his hand was wicked in its hard grinding. Then she spasmed and he watched as his wrist and hand were soaked by her sweet jet of release. He continued working her for a few moments, then moved his hand and bent to lick the clear ejaculate from her cunt and arse. He raised his wet hand and wiped it round her mouth and nose, beautifully distorted by the gag. Raised the mask momentarily and kissed her eyes:
– I love you darling.
He replaced the cover on her eyes. Raised the thick leather belt he used for his jeans, and cracked it down hard between her legs. She convulsed violently as the leather curled over her cunt and the tip kissed her exposed anus cruelly. His practicing had paid off, it landed exactly as he wished it. She didn’t make a sound this time. So he raised the leather again and brought it down harder. This time a groan sounded round the gag and he dropped the belt, bent to lick the angrily red cuntlips, lave into her swollen flower. He was suffused with an excitement he’d never felt before, a need to test her love with his wickedness. He pushed himself from the bed and sipped his ale before raising the camera. He wanted her to know how he saw her.
She lay on the bed trembling slightly.
He removed the clamps now and she moaned as the blood started flowing back into her tortured nipples. He sipped his beer to give the process time, then turned to the ice-bucket. He’d gone to some trouble to devise the ice-mould, which made a cavity under the blocks so they would lie on her sore tits without sliding off.
She squirmed as the freezing objects covered her nipples, and he reached for more ice to place on and in her cunt. The shape was cruder, and he pushed a shoe between her legs to stop it slipping off as she gasped at the icy intruder. Then he drew the duvet over her and switched on the TV screen at the foot of the bed. Video images of a woman being tortured in a dungeon emerged on the screen, and her screams filled the bedroom. He removed his lover’s blindfold and pulled her up to put pillows behind her, so that she was better angled to see the film.
A woman dangled in an elaborate ropework contraption, body almost upside-down. A huge head-shaven man fucked her mouth viciously. Her lips were held apart by an evil-looking metal device, and it didn’t look or sound as though she was enjoying herself at all. Another man on a raised platform attached electrodes to her cuntlips, then, it appeared, a further one to her clit. The woman screamed in agony. The man on the platform watched as the cock rammed cruelly into her throat, and the camera zoomed in for a closeup of her face. It seemed that the woman was on the point of being suffocated. Then the cock was abruptly withdrawn, and a fountain of spunk erupted on her face.
The focus moved to the man on the platform; then, as he pressed a switch, back to a full view of the woman. Her body contorted as jolts of electricity surged through her. She porno hikayeleri went limp. The man on the platform removed the electrodes and fucked her apparently lifeless body till he grunted and spasmed, and when he withdrew from her, his spunk dribbled from her sex.
The woman’s body was lowered to the ground and as she lay supine, still rope-bound, the two men urinated on her, one on her face and the other on her groin. The woman’s eyes fluttered open and her groans filled the room, then the screen went blank.
*****
He drew the duvet off his lover and it fell on the floor. The ice was melted, and water pooled under her.
– Did you like that, my dirty slut? She made no movement.
– Would you have liked to be that woman? She shook her head. Then nodded, very slightly. He gasped, then bent and raised her head to unbuckle the gag.
– Explain? He demanded as the device fell from her face.
– May I drink something? his partner croaked. He held the beer mug to her mouth and she drank. Withdrawing the mug, he growled:
– Tell me what you felt as you watched that horror film? She shook her head:
– Darling, I can’t. I’m sorry — but I can’t. He placed the mug on the bedside cabinet, raised the belt, and brought it down across her breasts with a loud crack. She screamed as the leather bit into her tortured nipples.
– Yes you can slut. But maybe it’ll help you if I tell you what it roused in me? Disgust that anyone could make a film like that, and horror that anyone would want to watch it, could be sexually excited by it. That’s what.
Her tear-swollen eyes looked at him in proud defiance:
– You fucking hypocrite! You take pleasure from abusing me sexually, then condemn others for enjoying something not so different. What sort of twisted mind does that take? I’ve had enough of this. Unfasten me. Please.
He was stung by the accuracy of her words, but angered too at this deviation from the path he had expected the scene to take.
– No fucking way will I unfasten you. We’re going to complete what we began, what you agreed to. But first — he raised the belt again — you need punished for your bloody impertinence. The belt crashed into her cunt and his lover’s scream seared his ears.
– And second — his hand slapped hard across her breasts — you’re going to tell me what that film did to you.
She gasped, more at his venom than from pain. This was somewhere they had never been before. He was hurting her from anger, and not for the sexual pleasure she knew he derived from doing so. And which she relished, for reasons she didn’t yet understand. But she knew she was trapped. This was way beyond where she’d expected it to go, and she was entirely at the mercy of a man she suddenly found herself unsure of for the first time.
– OK then. I’ll try to tell you. I was … I was horrified. It was truly obscene. I can’t pretend that I don’t get off sometimes on the fantasy of being used by two strange men. But … I was appalled by that. There was no pleasure in it for anyone, there can’t have been. Or if there was, they were sub-human. But, darling. I have to say this to you. In a sense it was just an extension of what you do to me sometimes, and I know how that really gets you off. The charge of hypocrite stands. Now, I’ve had enough of this. Release me.
Her voice was hard. He knew she meant what she had just said. But he felt a ferocious charge of sexual energy flood him. Well, fuck her sensibilities. He bent to kiss her mouth, and for once her lips didn’t respond.
She lay sobbing, still restrained and open to him, her cunt and tits red and raw from his violence on her. He was dripping again, a thread of precum linking his cocktip to his knee.
He wanted her as he never had before. Wanted to hurt her and take her, abuse her. Her accusation, harsher because he recognised the truth in it, had somehow absolved him from blame for anything he might do to her. He felt love, anger, disgust at himself, lust, more emotions and feelings than he could disentangle. His mouth moved to her sex and he absorbed her, drank of her. He knew the depth of his love for her, but also knew things he’d never felt before. He really needed to hurt her.
– I have to turn you over slut. He unlocked the cuffs on her left wrist and ankle. He didn’t secure the ballgag. Then turned her listless form so she lay on her side on the edge of the bed. Recuffed her wrist and ankle, and looked at her, lying totally vulnerable. His to use. Lubed the huge vibrating buttplug and rammed it into her tight arse. She flinched as it drove into her. He knew it must have been painful as her legs were secured close together by the cuffs on her ankles. He moved round and stood beside the bed to face her as she squirmed at the vibrating object in her arse. Shoved his dripping cock at her mouth and picked up the belt.
– Suck me whore.
Her mouth remained tightly shut. He raised the belt. Brought it down on her arse. She jerked and seks hikayeleri her mouth opened in a scream. He rammed his cock into it.
– I said suck me. The belt came down again, and this time she kept her lips closed tight round him, her suction hardly interrupted as the leather bit into her.
– That’s better darling. You understand this is your punishment for saying such a thing to me?
She sucked him deep, into her throat.
– And part of your training for the new whore you have become?
She nodded without breaking her stroke. He knew he was close, but he wasn’t going to cum in her mouth. Not this time. He pulled his cock from her and she lay gasping. He knelt to kiss her mouth: I love you darling.
She whispered: Yes, I know. And I love you, more than anything in the world. Despite … even because of … this.
He unlocked the cuffs on her right wrist and ankle and piled pillows under her belly as he stretched her across the bed and re-secured her, so she was stretched for him on her front, arse and cunt raised by the supports. She squirmed at the plug, still quivering in her arse, and he pushed it deeper into her. He had to fuck her soon, to orgasm, but he had to hurt her more first.
He withdrew the new whip from the wardrobe. He’d practiced hard with it when she was out of the house, destroying a few old pillows in clouds of feathers, till he was confident in his control of the weapon. It’d taken him ages to sweep and vacuum to remove all traces of evidence before she returned. Then he put it on the chest below the bed, and clambered between her painfully-stretched legs. The buttplug still hummed in her arse, and she was twitching to its vibrations. He bore forward and bit her neck as his cock slid into her wet cunt. Bit harder, and was rewarded by the metallic taste of her blood in his mouth.
– You are my whore now darling. She writhed in pain as his teeth broke her soft skin, but she whispered: Yes love, I’m your whore. Use me. Punish me for saying that to you.
He withdrew his cock and heard her gasp. Moved off the bed and raised the whip. Positioned himself carefully. Brought it down viciously on her buttocks with an evil swish.
Her convulsion expelled the buttplug as the red weal rose on her skin. He removed it from the bed, noticing for the first time her shit on an anal toy. Repositioned himself, and brought the whip down again. This time the lash curled round her arse and kissed her anus. She screamed. He moved again, nearer her head, to lash her, and this time the vicious leather found her cunt. Her scream must have woken the neighbours but by now he didn’t care. His arm rose again and again and each time the whip brought her new agonies. He’d completely lost it now, was totally absorbed in hurting his lover. Her arse was a lattice of red welts, his eyes focussed fanatically on the results of his efforts. She was barely moving now, her groans hardly audible.
When the first smear of blood appeared on her he was shocked. His hand dropped the wicked instrument. As he slowly came to his senses he began to appreciate what he’d done. He knelt over the bed and licked his lover’s tortured arse, tasted again the metallic tang of her blood.
– Sweetheart?
She groaned, more audibly this time.
– Oh my darling. He gently unlocked all the cuffs and removed the facemask. He didn’t dare turn her on her back: knew the damage he’d inflicted on her arse was serious. Knelt and turned her head to him. Her breathing was shallow. He kissed her face and her eyes flickered open slowly.
– Oh my love. How could I do that to you …
She smiled weakly through her pain: I … I love you, sweetness.
– I need to fuck you now. I need to cum in your cunt.
– I know darling. Do it. Take me. Fuck your slut. Now.
She pulled herself onto her knees, still on her belly. Laid her strong hands over the collar on her neck. Wiggled her arse slightly, angrily welted and red from his anger. He knelt to kiss her, kiss her beautiful face, loving her totally. His head moved down her back and she winced as his tongue ran along the wounds he had inflicted on her. But when his fingers slid into her cunt she was hot there, and very wet.
He could hold back no longer. His cock was a throbbing torment between his legs, demanding release. He tore the clasp from her head and her hair fell around her face and shoulders. He grabbed a handful of lustrous hair as his cock, engorged as he could never remember, slid into her, and her welcoming muscles grasped it. Jesus, this was purefuck. He withdrew and thrust again, harder this time. She was his to use as he wished, and she had accepted that. He forgot her existence as he pounded into her hard. She knew he loved her, but in this fucklust he was unthinking and uncaring.
– Sweet … darling … you … are … MINE. My slut, my body, my love. His breath came harshly through an excitement he’d never felt. He reached under her to pull and twist her nipples, felt his balls tighten. The pure agonising inevitability, the surge of electricity up his cock, but he hung on the edge for aeons … felt her muscles tighten as the orgasm gripped her … and exploded, thrusting and loving, ohmysweetdarling how I love you.