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 T.E.N.S.



   I let myself into His apartment.  I began to undress and heard Him rise
from the bed behind me.  He got busy quickly.  The long, sturdy coffee
table had been prepared for me.  He had added to it.  There was a long
wooden rod firmly tied to one end.  I didn't know if this would be for my
arm or legs until I noticed the pillow at the opposite end.  Ah, it would
be my legs then.  A folded blanket had been placed on it for my comfort. 
What an irony I thought....but most considerate.

   My thoughts flashed to the emails going back and forth between U/us for
the past few days.  W/we both spoke much of the pain aspects of a session.
I wanted more and it seemed He was quite willing to oblige me.  I had also
been told that there would most likely be little pleasure for me...if any
at all.  This was about my desire to feel the pain and my willingness to
allow Him to do as He wished to me.  I felt a thrill of anticipation
followed immediately by a tensing in my body as I began to wonder just how
this session was going to play out.  Pain.  Pain was to be the main focus.
And, face it, pain...well...pain hurts.

   "Put your restraints on."

   He spoke from behind me.  He wasn't wasting a second.  The restraints
were laid out for me and I put them on as quickly as I could.  Only then
did I turn to face Him.

   "Sit down."

   He pointed to the end of the table opposite the pillow and I did as I
was told.  He laid me down onto the pillow and adjusted it and my position
to His liking.  He went to one knee so He could fasten one wrist restraint
to the rope He already had in place.

   "Are you ready?  Are you going to give me your pain?"

   "Yes Sir."

   The response was almost automatic by now.  I had become used to agreeing
to such questions.  But, after I answered, I wondered if I really was.  I
had `suffered' at His hands often in the past but was always well rewarded
with equal or greater pleasure.  Would He really withhold that from me this
time?  Would it be worth it if He did?

   My thoughts were interrupted as one leg was pulled to the end of the
rod. I hadn't realized He had already tied my other wrist and moved to my
feet.  I tested and realized that my arms were given very little latitude
to move.  He had stretched the leg far enough that I knew I would have no
ability to move it.  He moved to the other one and I had difficulty lying
still as He drew it all the way to the other end of the rod.  He had never
pulled me that far apart before.  I had to adjust my ass as well as I could
just to be able to stand the strain on my body.  Always before, I have been
blindfolded.  This time, He didn't put one on me.  Ah, I thought, this is
going to be different.

   He scraped His fingernails along the length of both of my feet
simultaneously as He got up.  It almost tickled, almost hurt.  It was an
odd sensation.  He moved to my head and looked down at me as He centered
His cock above my face.  I knew to take it into my mouth and did so without
being told.  I tasted His readiness...  felt it.

   His hands worked on my breasts while I massaged Him with my tongue.  He
slapped at my breasts with His open hands...both at once.  He had my close
attention now.  His fingers twisted and pulled at my nipples in between the
slaps.  He took one breast in each hand and squeezed them...hard.  The pain
was beginning in earnest now.  I groaned around His cock but continued to
pleasure Him.  Abruptly, He withdrew from my mouth and walked to the other
side of the room.  I heard Him fiddling with something but couldn't see
what He was doing from my position.  Then I heard it.  I didn't need to see
it.  I knew what it was.  I know the sound of the T.E.N.S.  unit.  I know
the pain of it.  And I know I have not felt everything it can do.

   He returned to me, sat between my feet, and put each of His legs over
one of mine.  I was held fast with absolutely no freedom of movement .  The
weight of His legs was the final restraint.  I waited for the small machine
to power up.  I tried to relax my body but the sure knowledge of what was
about to happen would not allow me to.

   "You know, don't you, the sound to fear is when it becomes quiet....when
it's ready."

   "Yes, Sir."

   It was little more than a whisper from me but He heard it.  He knew He
was increasing my apprehension of it.  Oh yes, He knew.  I looked at the
ceiling...waiting.......waiting.

   "Ahhhhhh."

   It had touched.  It startled me almost as much as it hurt.  Even though
I was anticipating it - expecting it - there is really no way to prepare
for that touch.  The reality of the pain was setting in.  I reminded myself
again that this is what I wanted.  I knew it to be the truth.

   "Feel it, pain slut."

   There was no choice but to feel it.  He touched me with it over and
over. Light touches of fire were scattered over the entire area between my
legs,.  My body squirmed under Him but He didn't let up.  He ran it
continuously up one cunt lip and down the other.  My body arched against
the pain and I heard the sharp intake of my breath and moans from my mouth.
He touched it to my clit.  My back arched again and my head jerked up
involuntarily as that small touch held me its grip of pain.

   He stopped for a moment.  I heard the box as it powered up again.  As my
body eased back onto the table, I wondered just how far this was going to
go.  But I already knew I wanted more of it...much more.  I knew where I
wanted to go.  I wondered if He would take me there.

   "A little pleasure......".

   He placed His hand between my legs....massaging my clit....arousing me.
Ah, perhaps it wouldn't be all pain after all.  Perhaps......

   "Ohhhh."

   "A little pain......".

   I had made the mistake of succumbing to His gentle touches.  He lulled
me into relaxing.  Again, I was unprepared for the pain.  Again, He was
touching me with it...quickly.  The only time between touches was the time
it took to move it from one spot to another....milliseconds.

   "You know how I can make it more painful.  You know how much more it
hurts when what it touches is wet."

   That said, He slid a finger into my cunt.  I tried to raise my hips to
it but could only move a fraction of an inch.  His finger probed that
delicate spot inside me just long enough to raise the level of my arousal.
He rubbed my own wetness over my gaping sex and began again with the
touches.  He knows what He is doing.  The level is greatly increased by the
moisture that helps conduct the current He was touching me with.  He
touched me until I was gasping for breath and gritting my teeth.  He got up
and the pain stopped.

   He walked around the table to where my head was.  He leaned over me and
I took His cock into my mouth.  The position was awkward but I managed.  I
did the best I could in that manner.  But then, I heard the sound again. 
For a second I stopped what I was doing as I realized what was coming.

   "Suck.  Pay attention to what you're doing."

   The first touch came and, even through the pain, I focused on what was
in my mouth...sliding it into the back of my throat.  He touched each of my
nipples with the tip of the little gadget.  I couldn't move at all...not
with Him positioned over me and His cock deep in my mouth.  He went back to
work between my legs and, again, I allowed the pain to take over.

   "You're not doing your job.  Suck."

   This situation repeated itself a number of times.  I tried hard to keep
my attention on Him.  But, the pain was increasing and, though it may seem
difficult to understand, I kept forgetting what I was supposed to be doing
with my mouth.

   "How many times do I have to remind you?  Suck."

   Once again, as I groaned around His cock, He continued with those tiny
touches.  It was hard to believe the amount of pain that they caused.  I
knew one thing, though, He was enjoying this.  He was long and hard and I
kept having trouble doing my job.

   "Maybe you need something to help you keep your mind on what your
supposed to be doing."

   He moved again and situated Himself between my legs once more.  The
machine powered up and I held my breath.  This time, He ran it along each
cunt lip and I cried out.

   "That's it, let me hear your pain.  Don't try to hide it."

   Then He must have centered the tip of the thing on the very tip of my
clit.  He held it there much, much longer that He'd held it in any one spot
before.  The pain took hold of my body as it arched and sounds of agony
came out of my mouth.

   "That should help you keep your focus, don't you think?"

   He stopped for a second.  What He had said finally registered in my
mind. I had to struggle just to whisper a `yes, Sir' as a response.

   He rose again and I was grateful for even a brief respite.  I assumed
that He would test my power to focus but instead went into the kitchen and
brought back a glass of water and a spoon.  He didn't release me but
offered me water which I gratefully accepted.  It trickled down my throat
as He spooned it into my mouth.  It was cold and I swallowed it greedily.
He gave me all I wanted and, as He returned the glass to the kitchen, I
thanked Him.

   But He wasn't finished with me.  He was at my head once more.  And, once
more, nudged my lips with His cock.  I knew what it was about this time. 
This would be a test to see if I had learned my lesson.  I centered my
attention on Him.  I didn't want the pain of another lesson.  It had been a
hard one and I was determined to remember what I had learned.  He began
again.  He wasn't making it easy for me.  His movements were rapid and pain
rippled through my body.  I wasn't giving in, though.  I saw it through
this time.  Concentrating as hard as I could, I managed to continue my
awareness of Him, pleasure Him, and make my own pain secondary.

   He got up and moved to His now-familiar position between my legs.  After
making Himself comfortable, the machine powered up for another round.  He
continued as before.

   "Look at Me."

   I moved my head to try to see Him just as He touched me again but threw
my head back as I felt the stabbing pain touch me again.

   "Look at Me!  I want to see your pain.  I want to see it in your eyes."

   I took a deep breath and turned my head to face Him again.  I looked Him
in the eyes as He sent another wave of pain through me.  I was able to hold
my focus on Him through that one and, I think the next one, but then
couldn't do it anymore.  I'm not sure what I saw in His face.  Then I
didn't have the ability to even think about it as several more jolts of
misery spread through my body.

   Because I'd been touched so painfully so many times, it didn't register
at first that it wasn't pain that was touching me.  It was His fingers this
time.  He was massaging my clit.  The pleasure was a shock in itself and it
took a moment for my body to adjust.  My thoughts were becoming jumbled. 
He switched between the pain and pleasure rapidly.  I wasn't sure anymore
which one was which.  I groaned and shuddered...only I wasn't sure from
what - pleasure or pain.

   It didn't matter anymore which was which.  The intensity of sensations
was overpowering.  Whatever I was feeling, my body was reacting to it and
wanted more and more of it.  It got what it wanted.

   Then, things changed.  I suddenly saw with crystal clarity despite His
rapid movements and the increasing pain.  Sensation did not diminish, it
increased.  My body was writhing under His ministrations but my mind was
apart.  It knew what He did just as my body felt what He did.  I was going
to cum.  My body was rising to a climax under circumstances I would not
have thought possible.  My mind's eye saw as He touched me only with the
pain now.  My body writhed not from feeling of pain, but of pleasure.  It
knew that He drew a small circle over my clit with the machine.  My body
tensed tighter and tighter as I neared my release.  No thought was required
to ride the wave of pleasure that consumed me.  No thought was required to
revel in the extreme pleasure that poured over me, filled my senses, taking
me beyond myself.

   But my mind knew.  It knew the wonder involved when pain is no more,
when pain is pure pleasure.  It knows when pleasure is at an extreme level.


   Everything had stopped.  Everything, that is, but the pleasure that was
very slowly receding.  I was coming back from wherever I had been.  I
wasn't aware that He got up.  I became aware of my surroundings only when
He began to unfasten my restraints.  He took them all off and I heard Him
lay down on the bed.

   "When you can, come to bed."

   I had to let my breathing slow down...and my pulse.  My body had become
stiff from being in that position for so long.  I raised my head a bit and
knew that I wasn't very steady yet.  So, I took my time...testing my limbs
to be sure I was functional.  I sat up.  The simple act of putting my feet
on the floor left me feeling like I was floating.  I experienced a very odd
sensation in my head.  I knew I hadn't come all the way back from where I'd
been.  I rose and moved jerkily to the bed.  He pulled back the cover and I
lay next to Him.

   He allowed me some moments for rest.  As I lay there, my thoughts
returned to what had just transpired.  The thing that surprised me the most
was those moments of absolute clarity and the fact that they were still in
my memory.  I clearly knew what had happened to me.  But, the duality of
the experience was confusing.  My body had been a thrashing thing that
could do nothing but respond to what was happening to it.  I've never felt
thought and sensation separate themselves in me before, much less continue
with the tremendous pleasure.

   "Use my body.  Enjoy it as you like.  Feel it.  Feed on it."

   His words made their way to my ear.  I came out of my reverie and began
to move.  I touched His chest...running my fingers across the hair
there....squeezing His nipples.  I found the flatness of His abdomen with
the palm of my hand.  My fingers found their way down His hip and part of
His leg.  I enjoyed the touching but wanted something more.

   I moved on my knees until I was between His legs.  I traced His chest
with my lips...stopping at each of His nipples to suck, lick, and nibble. I
heard Him draw in His breath as He enjoyed what I did.  My tongue left His
nipple and wandered over His belly...feeling His little jerks as I did.

   At last I found what I wanted most.  My tongue wound its way down the
length of His cock to His balls as my hands roamed over His body.  I heard
His small moan of enjoyment as I took Him in my mouth and caressed Him with
my lips and tongue.  He must have greatly enjoyed what He'd done to me. 
His arousal was hard and strong.  I took advantage of it.

   My lips went back to the tip of His cock.  My teeth closed on His cock
and I went down the length of it...closing my teeth on it about every half
inch.  I was rewarded with His groans of pleasure and surprise.

   He told me to cum if I could while I pleasured Him but my complete focus
was on Him.  I wanted to give back to Him at least some of the tremendous
thing He had given me.  He was hard and moaning as I moved my mouth up and
down His cock.  I tasted His readiness....His desire.  My hand closed over
Him and moved down that hard shaft followed immediately by my mouth and
tongue.  It took only a few of those motions and He was ready to cum.  I
held Him deep in my throat with my hand around the base of His cock as I
felt the warmth of fluid against the back of my throat.  I reveled in His
pleasure as if it were mine.  I felt Him throb with each spasm of His
orgasm.  I kept Him in my mouth for a few moments.  I released my hand but
couldn't resist giving Him a few extra jolts...hearing Him...feeling Him.

   I finally released Him and moved to lay beside Him.  W/we were both
wrung out.  Speaking for myself, everything had been more that worth the
effort.

   After a few more minutes, it was time to leave.  I got up and dressed. I
still wasn't very steady on my feet.  A sense of euphoria was still with
me. W/we said good-bye and I left.

   I had experienced something remarkable.  Would I do it again?  Oh yeah,
in a heartbeat.





   ........annie