You made a brave noise, boasting that you could take anything I could “dish out” for “as long as you
You made a brave noise, boasting that you could take anything I could “dish out” for “as long as you can keep it up!”Very well… Shall we find out?…I rip your clothes from your body… you giggle excitedly…I bind you in a tight chest harness, leaving your arms useless appendages… You wince in the first outward signs of the pain I’ve caused…With long, dangling ropes, I frog-tie your legs, being particularly careful to bend your feet back and drive the points of those lovely black stiletto heels deep into your flesh, making pronounced divots in that exquisitely shaped ass of yours… I’ve seen that suffered expression on your face before… but I can tell you are going to soldier on, doing your absolute best not to admit defeat…I gather the long ends or rope, thread them through a shibari ring hung above your head and tie off the ends to the chest harness… With no warning, I hoist you into the air leaving you to dangle like an abandoned marionette… The pressure on your chest has made it difficult to breathe. In your eyes, I can see the growing regret to your boast…Floating high about my floor, swaying devoid of any self-control… I look you in the eye. Your eyes are level with mine and we stare face-to-face. I slap your face – hard! The shock makes your mouth fly open. Before the first pleasurable sounds emit from your agape mouth, I slam in a dental gag and ratchet the mechanism to its fully open position. Your tongue probes the cold, sheathed metal trapped behind your teeth, uselessly trying to dislodge the gag. Monosyllabic words flow from your mouth, accompanying the drool forming and overflowing onto the floor between us. I step from your field of view. From your limited peripheral view, I return with a plastic container of what looks like scissors. “Allow me to introduce you to something I know you’ve never seen before.” I retrieve one of the devices and hold it up in front of your widening eyes. “These are called ‘Hemostats.’” I open and close the scissor mechanism, eagerly demonstrating their function. You mutter something unintelligible, so I ignore you. I drag out a small stool and place it just out of your sight, and sit. I take the first hemostat and lock it on one pussy lip, low and near your asshole. The screams from your open mouth fill the room. I am far from finished. Matching its counterpart, I attach another to the other lip. I work my way up each lip, affixing a total of six hemostats to your pouting pussy lips. My sadistic application has ignited the masochistic fires in you; your pussy that was once simply moist is now – literally – dripping onto the floor. I don’t think it will be long before the puddle formed from between your legs matches the puddle formed from your mouth. I am not concerned that you might let slip any of the hemostats. The ends have serrated rubber pads that would be resilient to any amount of juice your cunt might produce. After all, they have been designed to maintain their grip in the midst of a bloody surgical operation.“Last one,” I announce. But this hemostat is special. I removed the rubber pads, leaving a one centimeter metal loop. I open the hemostat, then ratchet it shut, trapping your engorged clit between its merciless grip. This produces the loudest, longest scream I have ever heard you make! It is unending and is punctuated only by your lungs need to respirate. At first, you twist and writhe in midair, trying to shake them off, but that only causes you intense pain as the hemostats collide and sway freely like a wind-chime in a gale-force storm.I stand. You are still regaling me with your chorus of screams. For the first time, you cause me pain; my ears are throbbing in your relentless screaming and I instinctively cup my hands over my ears. I retreat from the basement and close the door behind me. Though muffled, the decibels of your screams permeate the walls.What was it you said – “as long as I can keep it up”? There is something else that I need, but it is in another part of the house. I rummage through drawer of my bedroom nightstand and find what I need. I gather the items in my open palms… then sit on the edge of the bed. Two floors directly below me, I can still hear your screams, although at a greatly reduced volume. Purposefully, I relax. I take my time. One by one, I place the objects in the pocket of my pants. I had not been keeping accurate track of the passage of time, but I was sure to take at least ten minutes on my self-appointed task. As I stood, I noticed the earplugs I always kept on my nightstand. I retrieve them as well. Subconsciously, I think this next phase might produce even louder screams from you – my overly boastful sub. I add the earplugs to my other pocket.Back in the basement, I open the door. Your head is hanging low between your shoulders and there are two sizable puddles on the concrete floor. I don’t think you even noticed my return. Your screams have been reduced to exasperated mutterings as your vocal cords were now raw. As I approach you, I can see that you are covered in a fine sheen of sweat. With a single finger, I draw the wet, matted hair from your face and evaluate your condition. As far as I’m concerned, you’re fine.I reach into my pocket and pull out the earplugs. I place them in my ears. The last thing I hear is the soothing chimes of the hemostats swaying and colliding against themselves as you softly rock in my suspension. With my earplugs in place, I reach into my other pocket and retrieve three of the six steel weighs I retrieved from my bedroom nightstand. I start to juggle them in the hot air between us.Even with my eyes are focused on my hands and the shiny metal orbs, I can see your head shaking “no.”No, my dear… it’s much too late for recantations now…This is an original story. If all you are interested in is the accompanying image, please take it… otherwise, leave the story and image together as a single post! -- source link
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