Author's note: Parts I through III should be read first...
When the six boys had finished fucking her, Monique came to Sarah’s side and ran her nails down her neck and spine. “Good girl my little pet, the audience is enjoying your performance. And now I want you to thank Alexander.” At that, Monique called for a large ring gag to replace the ball that held her jaws so wide apart. Sarah’s heart raced as she wondered what would come next, but as the muscled black slave moved in front of her, she knew what was in store. With the ring now firmly in place and Sarah’s mouth completely defenseless, Monique grabbed her hair and pulled her head up. “Start fucking her throat Alexander, and don’t stop until you fill her with semen.”
Alexander’s erection was long and thick, and its black skin glistened in the light. Sarah panicked as it slid in to her mouth and he pushed down her throat. She fought the gag reflex at the back of her mouth and held her breath as it cut off her air supply. Steadily he pushed his shaft forward until her lips were touching the skin of his belly, and then he pulled out, and then in again, and out. Sarah could tell he was very aroused by the hardness of his cock and the copious amounts of precum that were flowing from his engorged head.
“My, my, what a good little cock sucker she is”, Monique observed. “Richard has trained her well. Let’s see if we can provide her with a little discomfort Alexander. Push all the way in and then stop. I want to see how long the little bitch can go without air.” Thrusting in as deep as he could go, the large slave obediently stopped. The audience watched in silence as Sarah soon started to struggle for air. Tears were flowing from her eyes and the bells on her nipple clips were jingling as she jerked in her restraints.
Alexander was watching his Mistress and waiting for the order to withdraw his erection. “Hold still Alexander, don’t move until I tell you, just a few seconds more”, directed Monique as she watched her agonized victim writhe on the frame. Finally, and when it seemed like Sarah would pass out, Monique gave the order for Alexander to pull his penis from her throat. “Give her a few seconds and then keep fucking her“, Monique ordered, “and fuck her hard.”
Sarah gasped for air when Alexander pulled out but the relief did not last long. As instructed, he continued pumping in and out of her throat, making her strain to pull in as much air as possible with each thrust. As he neared orgasm he quickened his pace. And then, holding Sarah’s head firmly with both hands, he exploded in a powerful orgasm, pumping streams of semen deep in to her mouth and throat.
As Alexander withdrew and disappeared from view, Sarah could feel semen dripping from her cunt and mouth. Her neck was sore from keeping her head up. An attendant took out the ring gag and removed the nipple clips and bells from her nipples.
“Excellent Sarah, and now the only thing that remains is to prepare you for tomorrow, to make your nerves tender and sensitive for the caning that I have so mercifully withheld from you today. One of the attendants is going to use a belt on you until your ass is black and blue. Are you ready Sarah? Head up, look at the faces of my guests Sarah, and count out each of the twenty strokes.”
At Monique's nod the strokes began. With each one a loud "thwack" filled the room. The pain was intense as the attendant worked the tip of the leather belt over her buttocks and upper thighs making a bright red welt with each hit. She counted out as ordered; one... two... three... and so on. After seven hits of the belt she was in tears and hardly able to speak but she continued as directed, all the way to twenty, when finally, it was over. At Alexander's direction, the attendants now undid the restraints that had held her in such a helpless position and a female attendant then escorted Sarah out of the room and back to her quarters...
To be continued...
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Undone - Part ll:
John now moved to her nipples. Bending over her upper body he firmly sucked each one to make them fully extended and deep red in color. Her mouth was next. From the side table he produced a ball gag. Fitting it in place he tightened the straps to secure it firmly. Justine’s heart was pounding furiously as the large bulb pulled back and forced her jaws wide apart. Tightly restrained, unable to see, and silenced by the gag, her vulnerability was magnified yet again. She wanted him inside her badly, but she knew this man. She knew he would go slowly and she knew that any eventual sexual fulfillment would come with a great deal of distress and anguish.
A sharp slap to her panting cunt made her cry out and brought her quickly back to the moment. As hot stinging pain radiated through her groin she could feel herself starting to sweat. Her nerves were on fire.
John opened a small wooden box and selected a thin metal stick that resembled a short toothpick, each end of which was sharpened to fine point. Leaning down over her spread thighs he took time to inhale the musky fragrance of her wetness. Lowering his mouth, he slowly sucked the lips of her cunt and allowed his tongue to massage the inner parts of her bare sex. Moaning with pleasure, Justine arched her back and strained to push herself into him, but she could not move.
Stopping short of bringing her to an orgasm, he gently pulled her outer lips wide apart and placed the small stick between them to hold them open. Slowly he released her lips onto the sharp points. John watched her carefully as the burning pain coursed through her sex. She was arching her pelvis up as though she could open her legs farther to relieve the pressure of the sharp steel on her nerve filled lips, but it was to no avail.
Justin had never felt so open and exposed. She could feel his lustful eyes upon her and nervously wondered what would come next. Her cunt was stinging, but at the same time she was in a sexual frenzy. She wanted to feel his hard cock inside her, to fuck her, to open her even further.
The sound of John lighting a match broke the silence in the room. With a lighted candle in hand, he started dripping hot wax on to Justine’s erect and very sensitive nipples. With great care and precision, he allowed the hot liquid to fall on to each nipple, drop by drop. She groaned through her gag. The burning heat of the wax was magnified by the slap of each drop. Over and over they fell, each releasing a shot of stinging pain, and then a warm radiating glow which aroused her in a strange and erotic way.
John now moved the burning candle over the open lips of her wet cunt. As the hot wax hit her sensitive inner parts Justine screamed and pleaded through the gag for him to stop. Again, however, the gentle slap of each drop and the lingering warmth from the hardening wax caused her to become increasingly aroused. An orgasm was building within her.
As she approached climax, John stopped. He deftly removed the cruel device that held her cunt so wide, and then, the hardened wax from her tender skin. With strong fingers and rythmic strokes he began masturbating her.
The pleasure that came from John’s fingers was overwhelming her. She bucked her hips and tried to fuck his hand. Her frenzy was growing, and within minutes she spasmed with a blinding orgasm.
As she lay gasping on the bed, John released her from her restraints. He directed her to kneel on the floor in front of him and thank him. As John fondled her hair, Justin undid the zipper on his jeans and pulled his erection in to view. She obediently slid it in to her mouth and proceeded to felate him to a powerful climax.
Thus starts the weekend visit and a host of many other kinky activities…
A sharp slap to her panting cunt made her cry out and brought her quickly back to the moment. As hot stinging pain radiated through her groin she could feel herself starting to sweat. Her nerves were on fire.
John opened a small wooden box and selected a thin metal stick that resembled a short toothpick, each end of which was sharpened to fine point. Leaning down over her spread thighs he took time to inhale the musky fragrance of her wetness. Lowering his mouth, he slowly sucked the lips of her cunt and allowed his tongue to massage the inner parts of her bare sex. Moaning with pleasure, Justine arched her back and strained to push herself into him, but she could not move.
Stopping short of bringing her to an orgasm, he gently pulled her outer lips wide apart and placed the small stick between them to hold them open. Slowly he released her lips onto the sharp points. John watched her carefully as the burning pain coursed through her sex. She was arching her pelvis up as though she could open her legs farther to relieve the pressure of the sharp steel on her nerve filled lips, but it was to no avail.
Justin had never felt so open and exposed. She could feel his lustful eyes upon her and nervously wondered what would come next. Her cunt was stinging, but at the same time she was in a sexual frenzy. She wanted to feel his hard cock inside her, to fuck her, to open her even further.
The sound of John lighting a match broke the silence in the room. With a lighted candle in hand, he started dripping hot wax on to Justine’s erect and very sensitive nipples. With great care and precision, he allowed the hot liquid to fall on to each nipple, drop by drop. She groaned through her gag. The burning heat of the wax was magnified by the slap of each drop. Over and over they fell, each releasing a shot of stinging pain, and then a warm radiating glow which aroused her in a strange and erotic way.
John now moved the burning candle over the open lips of her wet cunt. As the hot wax hit her sensitive inner parts Justine screamed and pleaded through the gag for him to stop. Again, however, the gentle slap of each drop and the lingering warmth from the hardening wax caused her to become increasingly aroused. An orgasm was building within her.
As she approached climax, John stopped. He deftly removed the cruel device that held her cunt so wide, and then, the hardened wax from her tender skin. With strong fingers and rythmic strokes he began masturbating her.
The pleasure that came from John’s fingers was overwhelming her. She bucked her hips and tried to fuck his hand. Her frenzy was growing, and within minutes she spasmed with a blinding orgasm.
As she lay gasping on the bed, John released her from her restraints. He directed her to kneel on the floor in front of him and thank him. As John fondled her hair, Justin undid the zipper on his jeans and pulled his erection in to view. She obediently slid it in to her mouth and proceeded to felate him to a powerful climax.
Thus starts the weekend visit and a host of many other kinky activities…
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Gap in Posting:
There has been a gap in my posting activity over the last couple of weeks due mainly to a trip I recently took to New York. The city is mind numbing and sensuous, especially during the steamy hot nights of early September. From the backstreet bars in midtown Manhattan to the endless number of jazz and blues spots that one can hit in the Village, I love it. Posting will continue soon.Thursday, August 28, 2008
Undone:
The flight had been a good one, but Justine was glad to finally arrive at John’s condo in Toronto. Inwardly she felt nervous. Up until now their relationship had existed only by way of an online exchange. And even though she had planned this trip for months, now that she was actually with him the whole thing seemed a bit surreal.
John was a smooth and gracious host however. After she had relaxed in a hot shower and dressed for the warm summer evening, they shared wine on the terrace. He asked her many questions. He wanted to know about her; likes and dislikes, her career, her past, her future, and her dreams. They chatted for hours.
The transition to sexual play had been equally smooth. With a penetrating look in his eye, he had simply reached out, grasped the back of her neck, and pulled her toward him. The deep and probing kiss that followed assured them both that the desire they had enjoyed by the written word was very much alive in their physical presence.
Taking her hand, he led her to the back room where his bondage table occupied centre stage. Her calmed nerves quickly sprang to life as the reality of the situation surfaced once more. She had read his stories and knew his methods. He would apply pleasure and pain to slowly build her to a state of frantic desire. He would sexually intoxicate her and slowly undo her. How would he make her come, she wondered? Would he spank her cunt until she climaxed in a hard shattering orgasm, or would he bring her over the top with wet slithering strokes of his soft warm tongue?
John kissed her and then unzipped the back of her dress and let it slide off to reveal her naked form and erect nipples. Guiding her to the padded table, he secured her with soft leather cuffs in a spread eagled position. He then produced a blindfold and secured it firmly in place over her eyes. Justine was very aroused and pulled on her restraints. She could feel wetness between her legs and desperately needed his touch. She sensed John was sitting next to her, looking at her and watching her test the leather that held her so open and exposed.
John used his fingers to further arouse her. He trailed them over her breasts and nipples and eventually slid them down to her open cunt. He slowly inserted his index finger deep inside her wet lips and stroked the inside of her vagina. Pulling it out, he put it to her mouth and watched as she obediently sucked the pungent lubrication from his finger. John was satisfied with her performance, but to remind her of her vulnerability he delivered a stinging slap across her face.
Justine gasped aloud and jolted in her restraints. John returned his fingers to her cunt and began massaging her clitoris between his fingertips. The stimulation was exquisite and she could feel an orgasm growing in her. Her breathing was deep and he watched her stretched ribcage rise and fall as her arousal grew.
To be continued….
John was a smooth and gracious host however. After she had relaxed in a hot shower and dressed for the warm summer evening, they shared wine on the terrace. He asked her many questions. He wanted to know about her; likes and dislikes, her career, her past, her future, and her dreams. They chatted for hours.
The transition to sexual play had been equally smooth. With a penetrating look in his eye, he had simply reached out, grasped the back of her neck, and pulled her toward him. The deep and probing kiss that followed assured them both that the desire they had enjoyed by the written word was very much alive in their physical presence.
Taking her hand, he led her to the back room where his bondage table occupied centre stage. Her calmed nerves quickly sprang to life as the reality of the situation surfaced once more. She had read his stories and knew his methods. He would apply pleasure and pain to slowly build her to a state of frantic desire. He would sexually intoxicate her and slowly undo her. How would he make her come, she wondered? Would he spank her cunt until she climaxed in a hard shattering orgasm, or would he bring her over the top with wet slithering strokes of his soft warm tongue?
John kissed her and then unzipped the back of her dress and let it slide off to reveal her naked form and erect nipples. Guiding her to the padded table, he secured her with soft leather cuffs in a spread eagled position. He then produced a blindfold and secured it firmly in place over her eyes. Justine was very aroused and pulled on her restraints. She could feel wetness between her legs and desperately needed his touch. She sensed John was sitting next to her, looking at her and watching her test the leather that held her so open and exposed.
John used his fingers to further arouse her. He trailed them over her breasts and nipples and eventually slid them down to her open cunt. He slowly inserted his index finger deep inside her wet lips and stroked the inside of her vagina. Pulling it out, he put it to her mouth and watched as she obediently sucked the pungent lubrication from his finger. John was satisfied with her performance, but to remind her of her vulnerability he delivered a stinging slap across her face.
Justine gasped aloud and jolted in her restraints. John returned his fingers to her cunt and began massaging her clitoris between his fingertips. The stimulation was exquisite and she could feel an orgasm growing in her. Her breathing was deep and he watched her stretched ribcage rise and fall as her arousal grew.
To be continued….
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Safety Tip Page:
Interacting with others we meet on the internet requires caution. Not everyone in the online theatre has the best of intentions, and all too often I see people revealing personal information which might allow a total stranger to identify them and even find out where they work or live.
To this end, I have created a link to a separate page which will be used to catalog tips for personal safety. You can find the link (Personal Safety Tips) over to the right. Please feel free to email me with any comments or additional information regarding this topic.
You can check out the link by clicking HERE
To this end, I have created a link to a separate page which will be used to catalog tips for personal safety. You can find the link (Personal Safety Tips) over to the right. Please feel free to email me with any comments or additional information regarding this topic.
You can check out the link by clicking HERE
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
To The Dark Side:
Mary and her husband Bill were neighbors of Richard, having moved in to the loft just down the hall from him about five years earlier. Bill traveled a lot so Richard had come to know Mary quite well. They had flirted on many occasions and had a definite attraction for one another. She, in her late thirties, was drawn to the older and more experienced male figure that he represented. She had, however, absolutely no idea what he was all about. Unknown to her was his love of sexual domination and bondage.
He had often reflected on the possibility of having sex with her even though the vision ran dry without the trappings of his craft. She was beautiful though, and radiated sex with every move of her body. To make matters worse, she had made clear the point that she would like nothing better than to engage him in an evening of intense fucking when her husband was out of town.
It was a hot afternoon in late August when they met for drinks as they had many times before. This time was to be different however; he decided it was time to lure her in to his sadomasochistic world. With that, he began to tell her a detailed but made-up story about something he had recently dreamed. He told her that he came home from work one day to find her in his bedroom in a most unusual situation. He had seen her standing in the center of the room wearing high heels and a light summer dress. Strangely, her hands were tied together with a rope and pulled high over her head and attached to a hook in the ceiling. He wanted to know her thoughts on this and what it might possibly mean.
At first she laughed, but then she took the bait. She explained how she thought the bound hands were not so unusual for young people who had a more liberal view of sexual play. Mary asked him what he did when he saw her in this unusual state. Richard turned away for a moment, and then looking her directly in the eyes, said that he walked up behind her and ran his hands up under her dress to caress her. Again, nervous laughter escaped her lips, but Richard was watching her carefully and sensed arousal within her.
Indeed, she was very aroused. Mary reached over and ran her fingertips across the back of Richard’s hand, a signal of the still present offer to have sex. Richard decided to advance his motives one step farther. Taking her hand in his, he explained that he was a little different when it came to sex. As he gazed in to her eyes he went on to tell her of his love of performing oral sex on his partner, but coyly suggested that not all women enjoyed this activity. Mary quickly indicated that she, and most women she knew, very much enjoyed oral sex but that not many men were very good at it.
After assuring Mary that he was quite adept at oral sex, Richard could see that the conversation was intensifying the strong sexual urges within her. He pushed her again by detailing how performing oral sex was sometimes a problem because he found that his partner could never keep still. For that reason, he elaborated, he liked to secure his partner to enable an uninterrupted session. Richard could tell by the look in Mary's eyes that she was captivated. They left the bar.
Once inside his loft, Richard removed her summer dress, wet panties, and lacy bra, and then lay her down on the bed. He secured her ankles to the corners of the bed with some dock rope he had in a closet. After ensuring her comfort, he then pulled her wrists above her head and tied them to the headboard. And there she lay, open and exposed, panting for his touch, and oblivious to his real being.
Richard used her in various ways throughout that afternoon and evening. He performed oral sex on her, ever so slowly bringing her to several intense orgasms. He fucked her in to ecstasy with his long and thick cock and watched her body jerk each time she climaxed. Thus began Mary's journey to the dark side and her inauguration in to the world of BDSM...
He had often reflected on the possibility of having sex with her even though the vision ran dry without the trappings of his craft. She was beautiful though, and radiated sex with every move of her body. To make matters worse, she had made clear the point that she would like nothing better than to engage him in an evening of intense fucking when her husband was out of town.
It was a hot afternoon in late August when they met for drinks as they had many times before. This time was to be different however; he decided it was time to lure her in to his sadomasochistic world. With that, he began to tell her a detailed but made-up story about something he had recently dreamed. He told her that he came home from work one day to find her in his bedroom in a most unusual situation. He had seen her standing in the center of the room wearing high heels and a light summer dress. Strangely, her hands were tied together with a rope and pulled high over her head and attached to a hook in the ceiling. He wanted to know her thoughts on this and what it might possibly mean.
At first she laughed, but then she took the bait. She explained how she thought the bound hands were not so unusual for young people who had a more liberal view of sexual play. Mary asked him what he did when he saw her in this unusual state. Richard turned away for a moment, and then looking her directly in the eyes, said that he walked up behind her and ran his hands up under her dress to caress her. Again, nervous laughter escaped her lips, but Richard was watching her carefully and sensed arousal within her.
Indeed, she was very aroused. Mary reached over and ran her fingertips across the back of Richard’s hand, a signal of the still present offer to have sex. Richard decided to advance his motives one step farther. Taking her hand in his, he explained that he was a little different when it came to sex. As he gazed in to her eyes he went on to tell her of his love of performing oral sex on his partner, but coyly suggested that not all women enjoyed this activity. Mary quickly indicated that she, and most women she knew, very much enjoyed oral sex but that not many men were very good at it.
After assuring Mary that he was quite adept at oral sex, Richard could see that the conversation was intensifying the strong sexual urges within her. He pushed her again by detailing how performing oral sex was sometimes a problem because he found that his partner could never keep still. For that reason, he elaborated, he liked to secure his partner to enable an uninterrupted session. Richard could tell by the look in Mary's eyes that she was captivated. They left the bar.
Once inside his loft, Richard removed her summer dress, wet panties, and lacy bra, and then lay her down on the bed. He secured her ankles to the corners of the bed with some dock rope he had in a closet. After ensuring her comfort, he then pulled her wrists above her head and tied them to the headboard. And there she lay, open and exposed, panting for his touch, and oblivious to his real being.
Richard used her in various ways throughout that afternoon and evening. He performed oral sex on her, ever so slowly bringing her to several intense orgasms. He fucked her in to ecstasy with his long and thick cock and watched her body jerk each time she climaxed. Thus began Mary's journey to the dark side and her inauguration in to the world of BDSM...
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Disciplined by Monique:
A cruel and exacting Dominatrix, Monique loves to play with both males and females. Now she had Jason in her lair, having again borrowed him from Richard. He was lying on his back and she had spread his legs wide apart and secured his ankle cuffs to the lower corners of the bondage table. His hands were cuffed behind his back and tethered to his neck collar. A blindfold covered his eyes and Monique had sealed his mouth with a large ball gag.
Jason could smell the intoxicating fragrance of her perfume. Though greatly adoring her, he was nervous of what she might do after he failed her so miserably at her last gathering. "I know Richard has punished you for our last session, but I have a lesson in mind for you as well my pet", she announced as she slowly circled him. “Do you have any idea how much embarrassment you have caused me? Do you understand my reputation in the community? I think these points need to be driven home to you Jason, and the application of pain is an excellent way to do that.”
Pangs of fear were washing over Jason as he struggled in his restraints. He knew full well that Monique could be exceptionally cruel. As she watched him squirm, she ran her fingers and sharp nails over his chest and torso, playing and teasing as she went. Eventually, she slid her fingertips down his erection and grasped him by his balls. “Do you know how inmates punish other inmates in prison Jason?” she asked. Jason shook his head from side to side. “A group of men will hold the victim down, gag him, and then they paddle his balls. Do you have any idea what that might feel like Jason?” Unable to speak, Jason was sweating. He was well aware of the pain she could inflict. “That’s what I’m going to do to you Jason, I’m going to paddle your balls and listen to you scream like a baby.”
With that, Monique produced two long black stockings. She wrapped several turns of one stocking around the base of his balls and his erection, tying it off in a snug knot. This served to lift Jason’s balls up and out from his body, holding them in the perfect position for hitting. Monique took the other stocking, wrapped it around his waist, and then tied it to hold his erection out of the way and firmly against his belly. Leaning over, she put her lips next to his ear. “Are you ready Jason? You will never forget what I am about to do to you. Think of me while you feel the pain that’s going to pierce your body.”
Monique mounted the bondage table, straddling Jason’s body with her thighs and facing his feet. His bound penis and balls were perfectly positioned in front of her. Slowly she started, gently flicking his ball sac from side to side between her two hands. Jason immediately tensed as even this degree of stimulation was painful. She gradually increased both the speed and intensity of the slapping. Jason started to scream in to the gag as the nerves in his scrotum produced a knife-like pain within him. On and on she went as each second felt like an eternity.
As she sat astride him she could feel the straining muscles of his torso against the smooth skin of her inner thighs. She was wearing only a corset with garters and stockings and could feel the wetness between her legs pooling on his chest as she continued to punish him. Jason continued to scream and was jerking in his restraints as she continued to relentlessly slap his balls back and forth.
Finally she stopped. Jason’s chest was heaving and he gasped for breath around the tight ball gag. He was covered with sweat. Monique spun around and removed his ball gag and blindfold. Taking a towel, she wiped the tears from the eyes of her young victim and stroked his face with her hand. “You have done very well Jason. I hope I never have to do this to you again. And now I want you to service me with your tongue”, she said. “First though, I’m going to fill my cunt with your semen, so you can think about yourself as you suck on me”. Monique slid back and lowered her wet cunt on to Jason’s erection. Slowly she pumped up and down with long strokes. She reached around with her left hand and grasped his aching balls, squeezing them as she fucked him. Jason was in agony but was approaching orgasm. “That’s it Jason, let yourself go, fill me up”, she whispered. Jason was arching his back, and then suddenly came hard, pumping his hips as much as he could in his restraints. Monique released his balls and slid forward to straddle his mouth and lower her dripping wet sex on to his lips and tongue. “Good boy Jason, and now show me how much you appreciate your Mistress……”
Jason could smell the intoxicating fragrance of her perfume. Though greatly adoring her, he was nervous of what she might do after he failed her so miserably at her last gathering. "I know Richard has punished you for our last session, but I have a lesson in mind for you as well my pet", she announced as she slowly circled him. “Do you have any idea how much embarrassment you have caused me? Do you understand my reputation in the community? I think these points need to be driven home to you Jason, and the application of pain is an excellent way to do that.”
Pangs of fear were washing over Jason as he struggled in his restraints. He knew full well that Monique could be exceptionally cruel. As she watched him squirm, she ran her fingers and sharp nails over his chest and torso, playing and teasing as she went. Eventually, she slid her fingertips down his erection and grasped him by his balls. “Do you know how inmates punish other inmates in prison Jason?” she asked. Jason shook his head from side to side. “A group of men will hold the victim down, gag him, and then they paddle his balls. Do you have any idea what that might feel like Jason?” Unable to speak, Jason was sweating. He was well aware of the pain she could inflict. “That’s what I’m going to do to you Jason, I’m going to paddle your balls and listen to you scream like a baby.”
With that, Monique produced two long black stockings. She wrapped several turns of one stocking around the base of his balls and his erection, tying it off in a snug knot. This served to lift Jason’s balls up and out from his body, holding them in the perfect position for hitting. Monique took the other stocking, wrapped it around his waist, and then tied it to hold his erection out of the way and firmly against his belly. Leaning over, she put her lips next to his ear. “Are you ready Jason? You will never forget what I am about to do to you. Think of me while you feel the pain that’s going to pierce your body.”
Monique mounted the bondage table, straddling Jason’s body with her thighs and facing his feet. His bound penis and balls were perfectly positioned in front of her. Slowly she started, gently flicking his ball sac from side to side between her two hands. Jason immediately tensed as even this degree of stimulation was painful. She gradually increased both the speed and intensity of the slapping. Jason started to scream in to the gag as the nerves in his scrotum produced a knife-like pain within him. On and on she went as each second felt like an eternity.
As she sat astride him she could feel the straining muscles of his torso against the smooth skin of her inner thighs. She was wearing only a corset with garters and stockings and could feel the wetness between her legs pooling on his chest as she continued to punish him. Jason continued to scream and was jerking in his restraints as she continued to relentlessly slap his balls back and forth.
Finally she stopped. Jason’s chest was heaving and he gasped for breath around the tight ball gag. He was covered with sweat. Monique spun around and removed his ball gag and blindfold. Taking a towel, she wiped the tears from the eyes of her young victim and stroked his face with her hand. “You have done very well Jason. I hope I never have to do this to you again. And now I want you to service me with your tongue”, she said. “First though, I’m going to fill my cunt with your semen, so you can think about yourself as you suck on me”. Monique slid back and lowered her wet cunt on to Jason’s erection. Slowly she pumped up and down with long strokes. She reached around with her left hand and grasped his aching balls, squeezing them as she fucked him. Jason was in agony but was approaching orgasm. “That’s it Jason, let yourself go, fill me up”, she whispered. Jason was arching his back, and then suddenly came hard, pumping his hips as much as he could in his restraints. Monique released his balls and slid forward to straddle his mouth and lower her dripping wet sex on to his lips and tongue. “Good boy Jason, and now show me how much you appreciate your Mistress……”
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