Every single orgasm sent convulsing waves through her body. The girl’s gasps for air were desperate and unyielding as an hour and a half felt like forever on repeat. In the darkness of her own mind, all she had was the feeling of a thick vibrator on its highest setting holding its place inside her tight, shaven pussy. She had never felt so vulnerable. She had never felt so helpless. She had never felt so alive.
Another orgasm. Her wrists pulled hard against the metal of her wall-mounted cuffs but they gave not an inch of grace. She knew her wrists must be red, if not purple, from that very same pull happening with every orgasm. Her knees needed every bit of focus that she could give in order to not buckle and leave her dangling every time her body reached climax. In the first thirty minutes, she had given special attention the cool sensation of her pussy’s wetness running down her inner thighs. By the end, she didn’t know if she had any wetness left to give. The room no longer had the chill that had hardened her nipples when this all began; instead, it was replaced with heat and sweat running down her face.
She could feel another orgasm building. Coming closer. Closer. Gone. The vibrator clicked off in an instant and left her imminent climax falling away to the abyss of the past. She rallied her thoughts and asked herself if she was disappointed that she couldn’t have one more. She wasn’t certain. Her mind came in and out of a blur.
When the blindfold came off she noted that the lights had been turned low. She stared now into the blue eyes of her keeper. Her master. His expression betrayed no emotion as his eyes broke away from hers and found themselves settled on her nipples. His hands reached up and removed the clamps at the same time. The pain caused her to whimper and attempt to move away from him, but her back was against the wall. She glanced down at her nipples which were sure to bruise from the time under the pressure of the clamps.
He lowered himself and took hold of the vibrator’s base and began to pull downward slowly. She let out moans and forced herself to keep her legs open upon feeling the final sensation of the toy exiting her body. When he uprighted himself, he held the toy up directly in front of her face. The scent of her pussy filled her nostrils.
“You’re quite the mess maker,” he finally spoke, “Clean your toy.”
He moved it away from her face a few more inches, forcing her to have to lean her upper body forward against the metal cuffs that still held her wrists firmly in place. Her face flushed in embarrassment as she took the toy into her mouth and began swirling her tongue around the tip. Her own taste now complimented her scent. She struggled to reach as she took it deeper and then removed it and licked up and down the shaft.
“Enough,” he said, “well done.”
Her body fell back against the wall. He set the toy down on a nearby table and reached up to undo the cuffs. As soon as she came loose, all strength seemed to flee from her body and she stumbled forward away from the wall. He wrapped his arms around her, steadying her against his body. After a minute of letting her come to her senses, he issued his next command.
“Stand up straight now,” he instructed.
The girl wasted now time in regaining her composure and standing back up straight, her eyes not leaving his feet. She saw his hands reach out and take hold of her hands, examining her wrists. They were deep red and would absolutely need to be covered after the weekend was through when she went back home.
“Does your boyfriend take care of you when he’s done using you?” He asked.
“He doesn’t use me hard enough to require taking care of me afterward.”
His hands began to tighten on her wrists.
“…Sir!” she amended her previous statement.
“It is important that you understand that any man who you give the privilege of your body to must also take responsibility for that same body when he is finished.” His voice sounded like that of a college professor giving a lecture. “Come with me, let’s ice your wrists before we continue.”
She followed him down the stairs to his kitchen as he pulled an ice pack from the freezer and placed it over both her wrists on the countertop. He was certainly no stranger to having to do this for the women he trained. She wondered how he had come into this position of training women who needed to explore this darker side of themselves. She knew better than to speak out of turn though. The ice pack laid on her wrists for ten minutes before he removed it and returned it to the freezer. He returned to her and ran his fingers through her hair gently, giving a faint smile.
“You did very well,” he affirmed.
He gestured to her to follow and they returned to the second level of the lighthouse. He led her to the opposite end of the room from where her vibration torture had taken place and there she took in the sight of a smooth, triangular wooden fixture with metal cuffs at the front and back. Her mind tried hard to recall any porn where she had seen this before but nothing came to mind.
“Get on and bend over,” he instructed.
“Yes, Sir.”
She climbed onto the fixture and immediately felt the focused pain against her pussy. The pain intensified when she felt his hand upon her back pushing her to lean forward so her torso touched and her clit was taking all the pressure. He secured her wrists in the front metal cuffs and then her ankles in the rear. Her heart began to pound intensely in her chest when he was silent for a long period of time. Finally she felt the cold liquid running between her spread ass cheeks and then his hand spreading it. The next sensation was one she had never felt as something began to enter her ass. It spread her just a little. Then a little more. More. She tried hard not to tense, but it was no use.
“Relax,” he said in a calming voice.
She took a deep breath and closed her eyes as he continued to push before she felt her ass close around it. She let out a gasp at the feeling of fullness inside of her. He circled around to the front of her and crouched down to look at her.
“There will be no ice for ass when this is done,” he informed her and then stood upright and walked away for a moment.
She felt the wide object lay against her exposed ass and immediately knew what was about to happen.
“Remember to count. We go to thirty. If you lose count, we start over.”
The paddle left her ass and then…nothing. It didn’t return. Not quickly anyway. It was a long silent vacuum of time before the heard, ever so briefly, the paddle pushing past the air and felt, ever so intensely, the paddle making solid and heavy contact with her ass, no doubt turning the white skin to a bright red.
He watched as her whole body seized against the pain and listened as the girl let out a loud and long screaming cry before he retracted the paddle again.
“…One,” she finally said.
He gave a slight smile and then brought it down on her ass again. The scream this time wasn’t as long and the count didn’t take nearly as long to come.
“Two.”
Again, he drew back his hand and brought the paddle flat against her ass.
“Three.”
“Four.”
“Five.”
“Six.”
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