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Subject: Story - OutSmarting My MASTER
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This story is intended for adults only!!
It contains material of a violent and sexual nature!
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It is 8 o'clock on Saturday night. You do as you have been trained to do
and go into your bedroom. There on the bed you see the toys your master
has laid out. The cuffs, blindfold, a string of five 1.5 inch beads, your
nipple clamps, some small fishing weights, vibrating eggs and two of your
least favorite things, the ball gag and the leather whip. The pain and
sting of the whip in your Master's hand is horrible and the ball gag keeps
you from vocalizing when you climax and you do like to yell. There is also
something new. A thin birchwood switch. That might sting you think but not
nearly as bad as that whip. There is also the instuction note.
"Lisa: Remove all your clothing. When you are
naked put on your cuffs and blindfold. Remain standng
where you are. You do not have permission to speak."
Silence, darkness where is he. Then you feel the hands on your shoulders.
Turning you around. Your cuffed arms are raised roughly over your head and
stretched taut as your cuffs are roped to the ceiling hook. The rope is
pulled tighter till you are forced onto tiptoes to keep from falling. You
want to speak but remember the rules and the whip. Silence, why doesn't he
say something? Then you suddenly feel the lips on your left breast. Pulling,
sucking, biting your nipple. Then fingers streching that bud and you feel the
bite of the clip. Just a suddenly you realize that the right nipple is being
clipped. They will swell and be ever so sensitive. Then they are being
tugged harder as he attaches the weights. Silence. then roughly your legs are
being spread apart. You feel the fingers searching for your slit. He'll
notice thee wetness and nothing has even happened yet. You feel the metal
of the vibrating eggs as he inserts them. Then a finger probing at your ass.
Inside loosening that hole. Then pressure as something is pushed well up
inside. Silence, darkness. What is to come? Then, like a jolt your cunt
comes alive as the eggs are turned on. As you sway, the tension on your
nipples hits. Oh, Oh. Then the words. Deep. Powerful. Commanding.
"Lisa tonight you will learn control. You will
also learn how easily trained you are. Enjoy the
feelings but do not allow yourself to climax. If
you cum without permission you will feel 25 lashes
of the whip and all parts of your body will be used
as targets."
Not the whip. You have never gotten used to it. The slices on your buttocks
and across your breasts ached for weeks the last time you disobeyed. And
how cruel, no ball gag. He knows I can't keep quiet when I cum. I will
give myself away. The vibrations, the pressure in your anus, the tugs on
your nipples. Concentrate, think of the whip. I will not cum. I will not
cum! How long five, ten, fifteen minutes. When will he allow me. Uh, Oh
God. Please, I'm not going to make it. Oh, Oh. "swish, swackkk you hear
and instantly feel the sting across your ass. It hurts but not like the whip.
"Cum Lisa cum!"
Was that his voice? Again the pain of the switch.
"Cum, Cum, Cum!"
"Oh yes, yes, yes! I am! I am!"
The waves wash over you. Sweet release rising in your cunt. You slowly calm.
Relaxed, you can feel it rising again. Oh this will be even better.
"You do not have permission to cum again!"
Oh no! Stop, control, concentrate. Silence, darkness five ten minutes. How
long this time. You now understand the game. "swish, swackkk. "Cum!"
Who can last the longest. One hour, two. Each orgasm is better and better than
the last. You have him now. You find it easier and easier to hold back and
then when you hear the swish and feel the not unpleasant sting of the switch
you allow your body to feel the waves of pleasure and climb the mountain of
ecstacy.
Tonight I have won. He won't be using that whip on me. Then you realize it
is quiet. The eggs have been turned off. You are lifted slightly and released
from the ceiling hooks. Silence, darkness. He leads you over to the bed. You
are made to kneel down. Ass high in the air, swollen nipples roughly rubbed
on the spread. Then you feel the push of his prick, stiff, hard against your
cunt lips. Thrusting. Very quickly he is using your cunt. You know you will
not make it with him. He doesnt't want you to. But you don't care. After so
many already and anyway You Won! He's cumming thrusting harder and suddenly
you feel a pressure in your ass. He is pulling out the beads. You forgot
them. The feeling almost brings you to the top but not quite. He is finished
and still hasn't said a word. You know he will leave. He dresses and now you
will be able to bring yourself over the edge one more time before sleep. You
have WON!
Swish, Swakkk. Oh God. I'm cumming, cumming. The pleasure. What an orgasm.
wave after wave. Higher, higher. Oh yes, yes. You can feel the blackness of
sleep coming from the pleasure. OH, Oh. Yessssssssss.
The morning sunlight awakens you. Your mind is not yet functioning. What,
where. Your nipples are sensitve. Your cunt has a very pleasant ache. The
clips are off, the blindfold is gone and your hands are free. You remember
that last night was yours. You didn't submit. But that last orgasm. How, why
he wasn't touching you. Who cares. It was the best in a long time.
You start to roll over but something is in your way. As you turn your head
you see the top of the birchwood switch. Your eyes follow down its length.
You realize that it is sticking out of your ass. Your ASS. The Switch is
touching your ass. OH God! Yes, yes YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!
CUMMMINNNNGGGGGGG!
CUMMMINNNNGGGGGGG!
AGGGAAAIINNNNNNNN!
WHO WON !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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