Three points of contact, “like a triangle,” I thought to myself with a devilish grin. Ally’s nipples were clamped, but over rubber bands. I had looped a string through the bands and ran it to rings on Ally’s fingers. But, the genius was that the rings weren’t where the string stopped. The string went between the rings and Ally’s skin, continuing to another set of clamps. That pair of clamps was attached to Ally’s labia. Three points of contact, controlling two very different points of pain receptors. If Ally pulled her hands too high, her labia were stretched uncomfortably – too low and her nipples received an extra force, making the buxom brunette squeal. Another viewpoint for the three points of contact would be: her tits, her pussy, and wherever my cock was. I took sick pleasure in determining where the pain in Ally’s body was amplified, simply by pulling her into whatever position I desired. If I put her in doggy, everything hurt her. If I fucked her against the wall, her hands reaching out to stabilize her made her labia the target. If I bent her into standing doggy, her nipples were set ablaze. And finally, if I made her kneel to take my dick down her throat, she only experienced discomfort from her hair being used to control her. I alternated her amongst various positions, watching her face contort in pain when I could, listening to her wail when I couldn’t. But, through it all, Ally wanted more.
“Yes, master! Oh, yes, hurt your dumb whore.” A slap to Ally’s pert ass reverberated in both sound waves in the room and ripples across her skin. Ally trembled in response, but kept backing closer and further from my cock. “That’s master’s good painslut. Does my stupid whore like being hurt for my pleasure?” Instead of another slap to Ally’s bottom, I pinched both strings above where they met on Ally’s finger. Ally yelped in response, before slipping into a pained moan. “Mmm, yes, master. Your slut loves being master’s pain doll.” I released the strings and pulled on her dark locks, arching Ally’s back and stretching her neck uncomfortably. “That’s a good whore. Fuck your master, fuckpet. Hurt yourself like the dumb painslut you are.” Ally increased her speed on my dick, as my free hand slipped between her legs. I began rubbing her clit in speed to her thrusts. It took her a while to realize the link, but when she figured out that my fingers moved at her speed, she nearly destroyed my cock in greedy need and anticipation of release. We came together, fuelling one another with our intertwined orgasms. My mind went blank as Ally’s tight pussy milked every last drop of cum from my balls. We remained connected for several minutes, until the sweat that soaked our bodies began to send chills up our spines. I finally pulled my shrinking member out of Ally’s warm confines and cut the strings that tortured her. She had one more card to play in an effort to stop our session from ending. Ally dipped her own fingers between her thighs and scooped out my sperm. I looked at her in slight disbelief as her fingers then disappeared into her mouth. My cock was hard again instantly.
*disclaimer: these stories are based on real scenarios between me and my slut. She even insisted I add this disclaimer to our stories.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/w03q1f/from_passion_to_pain_part_27_mf_age_gap_bdsm