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Pain1.asm by Tigger (Door 22)
I have known for some time that you were becoming more and more eager to
be punished. More eager to feel the pain that fueled your ecstacy.
And I want to give it to you...but you are going to have to wait as
long as I could make you.
It has only been a few days since I last punished you, taking ruler
slipper and hairbrush to your gorgeous bum. I had watched it redden as
you sqealed and gasped in pain and pleasure and had felt the effect that
it had on you.
Since then, daily, you have been displaying your "battle marks", parading
your red bum in front of me and taking every opportunity to talk smut,
as though I may forget...how could I forget - it's you who forget who is
calling the shots around here, who is in charge of this whole scenario
and, most importantly, who wields the hairbrush!
This time is to be different, not greatly, but in the ways that we get
things done; too much I have let you decide when we will retire to our
bedroom, how you will arrange yourself over the chair, how you
pleasure me and what you should wear. This time, as I said, is to be
different.
I tell you to change into the black body-shaper that you have. You can
attach black stockings to it and wear high-heeled shoes. I also
insist that you should wear make-up, not overdone but bright and
inviting. Your role has changed from being a wife who is excited by
punishment to that of a whore, a slut, whom I will hurt because that is
MY wish, and whom I will pleasure because that, also, is My wish.
You are allowed to return to me covered either by your silk kimono or
your white negligee - each are to be discarded soon and are there more
for warmth and modesty than for excitement. You will sit and be
occupied at our computer, maybe you will create some depraved messages
for your telephone lovers or you could talk through the computer to one
of these men, tell him what you are wearing and what I am doing to you.
And what shall I be doing? I shall, as I have before, lie at your feet
and stroke and kiss your feet and legs, not because I wish to be
dominated, far from it, but because I know that there is little you can
do about this - there are few intense feelings but the feeling of
excitement rises and heightens as I touch you and you long for
more...but I just carry on, gently touching and kissing you.
After a while I shall stroke not only the lower parts of your legs but
shall sit myself up, and stroke your from your hip to your thighs and
then ease my hand up the inside of your thighs and kiss all the way up
your legs, firmly, not tickling, inching towards your ever-moistening
mound.
Having lots of time to play with you is very important; I know how much,
and how soon, you ache to be loved again but to draw out the sensations
with small but meaningful touches, kisses and caresses will heighten
these feelings to an agony of want.
Standing behind you I run my hands over the outside of your kimono,
feeling the hard buds of your nipples and deliberately running my hands,
slowly, backwards and forwards over them. The words you produce on the
computer screen become more and more garbled as your concentration
strays from the message you write to the messages about which your body
is agonising.
Gently I part the folds of your gown and now my hands are running over
the taut, snooth material that forms to your body. I can feel the swell
of your breasts, the hardness of your nipples, and the way that your
pelvis pushes up to meet my hand as I run my fingers towards your moist
hole.
With your hands continuing to be busy I reach for your nipples and,
getting a firm grip between my thumb and forefinger, I squeeze them ,
not too gently, to intensify the sensations in them and to increase the
want that you feel...but I have hardly started and I slip back under the
desk, open the hooks that hold your lingerie together just between your
cunt and your ass, I play with your cunt lips and feel the moistness
that, already, is so evident. Soon I will rise again, slip my hands
inside your body-shaper and grip your tits and play with your nipples,
licking stoking, pulling and sucking as they offer themselves to me.
In time I will take you down to our bedroom; I have no particular desire
to use you in our bedroom rather than in the kitchen, lounge or
bathroom, but, for now, that suits me so we lie together on the bed as I
slip off your kimono and hold you close, feeling your warmth and
exciting myself on you. But the closeness of your body is not enough and
I tell you to stand, drape yourself over the chair and then, when you
are "in the position" i bind your hands to the chair with stockings and
do the same to your ankles. Your ankles are bound, one to each leg so
that your legs and ass form an exposed and inviting inverted "V".
You cannot move, except for your head and the swinging of your tits
above the seat of the chair; if your lucky your nipples may touch the
fabric of the chair cover as they swing from side to side but, even
then, the effect will be short and unsatisfactory and you will ache for
what you know will come soon.
The crotch of your lingerie is still undone and I move it so that you
ass is completely exposed and the lingerie lies well up your back. I
pick up the ruler and carress it over your bum cheeks, you gasp at its
chill and I tell you that the first reason for punishing you is because
you are a slut and DESERVE to be punished...you are a whore to those men
you meet on the computer and for exposing an image of yourself to them.
The ruler whips steadily at you bottom, rythmically swatting at each
cheek, a little higher, a little lower, just warming the area, making it
glow red, making it feel just a little warm in order to prepare it for
further onslaught. I start to make the stroke harder, the ruler swishes
through the air and the crack on your ass is quite audible. It stings
more than a little each time it lands and I can hear you gasp a little
but then, did I hear right, i hear you sigh "OH yes, yes!" Maybe you're
enjoying this? Maybe but not THAT much...I speed up the stroke and
really lay into your scarlet cheeks, you flinch at the sudden increase
in the pain but I know that this is the right time and I bring down the
ruler, harder, harder, harder, over your ass.
When I know I can inflict no more pain with the ruler I drop it and pick
up my leather slipper. It is strong and heavy and, again, I slide it
over your bottom. I tell you that this next bout of punishment is for
enjoying the ruler too much but also not pleasuring me enough. The
object of all this effort and preparation is to form you into a person
who takes pride in loving, caring for and pleasuring me. You should be
meeting ny every need and ESPECIALLY my sexual needs. Until I am
completely satisfied then I will continue to punish you for these
failings.
The slipper lands quickly on each of your ass cheeks, it slaps in turn
on each of them and the added weight and effort brings tears to your
eyes and small cries from your mouth. Soon I begin to lay in a little
more pressure, a little more increase in the swing. I tell you how hard
I am yet you seem not to care about satisfying me, I tell you how hot I
get for you but, too often you are "busy" with something else. And each
time I mention one of these faults on your part I increase the drive in
the slipper until I am bringing it down, as hard as I can, on your
exposed cheeks. Over and over I ravage your ass, hitting every exposed
part, laying in to the bruised and crimson skin.
There is no quick reprieve from this punishment and even when you squeal
that I should stop, even when your hips are violently jerking in order
to avoid the lash of my slipper, I carry on beating your tender but
excited flesh.
At last I do stop, breathing heavily, you too are gasping for air and I
quickly drop the slipper and slide my fingers into your sopping cunt.
You are so excited that they slip into the warm wetness of your hole and
I feel you groan with pleasure as my fingers start to fill you. I slip
my fingers out and replace them with my hard cock. it slides easily
into you from behind and fills you as I reach underneath and grasp your
tits in my hands, cupping them and feeling your nipples dig into my
palms. I tease your nipples with my still wet fingers, mould your
breasts in my hands and squeeze them, making you ache, more and more for
satisfaction. My hips start to move and cock is pulled out and then
eased back into you. You tell me you love it, you beg for more but I
just move, slowly and dispassionately into you, extending your agony.
Some time passes, your bottom remains hot but the glow seems to have
eased from it and I decide to follow up your punishment with the
hairbrush.
I take it from the dresser and tell you that you have worn too much
underwear and so have been too inaccessible to my touch for the last few
days. I tell you should have pampered me more, been quicker to do my
bidding and less argumentitive.
I tell you that your punishment is the hairbrush...and so it too starts
to land alternately on your ass-cheeks.
I start off gently with the hair-brush but even a gentle stroke is
painful with this tool of torture. I tell you how much you need to be
punished. How much I want to punish you and how much punishment I shall
administer; I tell I will not stop until you beg me to.
The strokes land loud and hard, faster and faster and I use all my
strength trying to drive the brush through your bum. I don't care how
much you squeal, how hard you cry or how many times you say "no more"
for, until you beg, I do not stop.
You tolerate it for nigh on five minutes. Five full minutes with this
hairbrush laying into you, making your ass smart and inflicting its
agonising heat into your cheeks.
At last you DO beg me to stop, gyrating your hips as though trying to
escape from the lash. My arm, begrudgingly, stops and I immediately
reach for your soaking hole, again sliding my cock into it and once more
tormenting your nipples with my ever-probing fingers.
As I slide my cock in and out my hands play, grope and maul your tits
I feel you, thrusting, as much as is possible in your restrained
position, against the slow rythm of my hips. You want me so much, to
screw you, to reach in as far as I can with my aching tool, to come in
floods inside your wanting body...but I have other plans...even this is
too easy and I let go of your tits, letting them swing free and I ease
my cock from your vagina.
I tell you that I know how much you want me but I need to FEEL how much
you need me, I need to know just how wet, how wanting and how ready for
me you are. Really I know that you love to feel my fingers inside you,
filling your hole, stretching, not so that it hurts but so that you are
filled by the width of my strong hands...I untie you.
Your body shaper is now rucked-up under your breasts and above your
pubic mound but your stockings
You are told to lie on the bed, there is no quilt on it, only a pillow,
in the centre of the bed and you lie, as instructed, face up on the
sheet-covered mattress. My cock is standing erect and so hard, having
felt but been left wanting by the feel of your body and your cries of
passion...and in my frustration I have become more angry and more immune
to any cries to stop that you may soon utter. I move around the bed
and, at each corner, I reach for another stocking; one end is tied to
the castors of the bed and the other is fastened securely around your
ankle or wrist - now you are spreadeagled, comfortable but unable to
move.
I lie next to you on the bed and reach to slide my hand over your
breasts, stretched firm by the position of your arms, and your hard,
still hard, so hard nipples. I lean over you and kiss your lips gently
and then eagerly move down to kiss the swell of your breasts and to kiss
and suck on your nipples. As I do this I rub the palm of my hand over
your pubic mound and then, on the second pass of my hand, I slip my
second finger into your wet and eager cunt. I feel the wetness envelope
my finger and I hear you gasp as your hips move to try and force my
finger deeper into you. In my dominant and unrelenting mood I pull my
finger away a little so that it exerts no pressure on your clit but then
I move it forward and up and gently stroke and tease your little bud.
You emit small cries and gasps as my fingers touch and stroke, touching
occassionally on your most sensitive spots and stoking, gently on and
around your clitoris. After a few minutes I slip another finger inside
you, then another; I know that to slip the whole of my hand inside you
would probably be too painful at present but I dream of being able to do
this, of you being able to accomodate me, of me being able to turn you
on so much and to be gentle enough so that you just allow me to slip
inside you...I would gently move my hand, wherever it gave you the most
pleasure, gently moving my fingers and just letting feeling the fullness
that you gain from my body.
After a while I slip my fingers from your hole and continue to stroke
your tits, nipples and, occassionally, your cunt, but now my finger
slips down from your cunt, towards your asshole, slipping gently back
and forth between your two holes. This is, I know, exquisite torture,
your body wants to be filled by my fingers, my cock, anything, but I
just gently soothe you towards MY pleasure as my fingers gently pleasure
YOU.
Although you whimper and sigh almost constantly now I am under the
impression that your feelings are not intense enough, they do not excite
ME enough and I determine to change the situation; after all it has been
some minutes since you last felt any pain and your bottom must be losing
its fire.
I untie you and once again you are positioned over the chair. I make no
introductions, no warnings and I pick up the hair-brush again, swinging
it so that it lands sharply on your ass. I bring it down sharply on
each of your cheeks in turn and, over the next minute, my swings come
faster and harder until I am bringing the brush down on your now flaming
bottom. The pain is too great for you not to cry out at this onslaught
but I pay no heed and continue for at least two more minutes. As my
movements stop you are gasping for breath, crying at the pain and your
hips are gyrating, trying to complete the arousal that the beating has
brought upon you. But I am not finished and, eager to continue without
giving you time to "cool off" I pick up your broad leather belt and
bring it down sharply on your ass. You squeal in surprise and pain and
then cry out that I should stop but I have no intention of stopping
until you beg me to stop and that takes another minute before you
finally realise that you should plead rather than order; a whole minute
while the belt rains ceaseless blows on your smarting cheeks, stinging
harder and harder with each forceful slap.
When I do, at last, stop, your legs seem weak and I untie you and lay
you on the bed. The pain in your bum must surely be great but I lie you
down and, whilst you are still a little dazed by the shock I pull your
legs apart and enter you. My rock-hard cock slides easily into your
soaking pussy and I thrust, un-caring, aching for my own relief and
pleasure. Initially you lie, almost inert, as I ride you but soon
you're hips ar thrusting up to meet mine, your legs are moving to try
and obtain a greater grip on my body to pull me into you and you seem
just a little satisfied as I come, thrusting hard, deep into your body.
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