Pissing Kay
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Kay waited, she didn’t think coffee appropriate , a stiff drink was more her line, but those last few minutes were tense, she used the toilet, annexed to the waiting room, nervous peeing, she returned, sitting waiting on the edge of the chair, as the door opened and a short but stocky chap entered, he was totally naked, and between his legs hung a thick 8 incher and balls like a horse. He smiled a greeting walked to the door she had arrived from and bolted it ritualistically there was no turning back. He came to stand beside the seat right next to her where he shook her hand and briskly said, “Kay isn’t it, I am Rob, is this your first time here?”
A little bowled over she said it was and he then said that he was here to ease her tensions, and that if she was ready, she was to put herself completely in his hands, he would see to everything!
he took her hand and she rose to her feet, standing passively as he looked her up and down, complimenting her on her turnout then easing the front opening dress buttons till the thin dress fell away sliding from her shoulders like silk, his hands catching it and laying it reverently over the empty chair back. She still stood her eyes fixed on the little man`s tool, as once more he eyed her from toe to crown.
His tool as if hydraulically began to rise, it was the best compliment his body could have paid, he knelt, then slid down each individual stocking with soft experienced hands, all the time complimenting her on her fine legs, as she stood, on either leg in turn her hands on his shoulders for balance, so that he could remove both shoe and stocking in turn, mesmerised by this man who she knew was soon to abuse her in the most painful way.
His hands found the thin blue knickers, in a trice they were off, she again stepping clear daintily, he placing them on the chair with her bag. He stood, his prick at full attention now, as he slid his hands around her chest to her bra clip. With no c***dish fumbling he quickly released it, he was truly an expert, she could tell.
Like a magician he produced cuffs, soft black leather cuffs which while apologising, he slipped on and buckled firmly to her wrists, it was a slick performance.
He kissed her hand, then thanked her for allowing him the opportunity to help her to an ultimate tension releasing orgasm, saying he “was looking forward to making her scream, and that she could scream by all means, these rooms being totally soundproofed.” He went on to say that “your safe word is Penny, if you say that I will instantly stop and the session will be over, but when we walk through that door, that one over there, the clock starts ticking, and I will not stop the session until the whole experience is over… do you understand?”
She said she did, and he took her hand saying “if she would like to come with him, he had her room and her list of punishments all ready,
She glanced around the s**ttered clothing, the normality of her shoulder bag, stockings, and clothes, he promised her it was all safe as he had bolted the door, and nodding she allowed him to lead her by her hand into the white painted and well-lit room she recognised from Pats film.
They stopped under a lift, he clipped her un-resisting wrists to a spreader bar, and before she could utter a sound, she was dangling just clear of the floor her head forward watching his every move, her arms feeling stretched, her whole weight dangling on joints that were unused to this crazy position.
Smiling he fetched a whip, here it was, her ultimate fantasy, gripped in this little mans hand, his prick stiff as a ramrod, the whip dangling from his claw like an extension. He nodded then the thongs swung back, then forwards to strike a stinging blow round her body just under the chin, her skin felt like fire, a blaze of screaming hot welts under her right arm had her feet kicking in pain, it was horror, pain and extasy in one swift single blow, her racing mind knew there would be more, lots more… by the tenth stroke she was screaming, he had worked from her feet up her legs, and was now alternating from the first stroke down to her buttocks, her body felt like a field of fire, ablaze from top to bottom, her lungs gasping for air and her mouth permanently open in one long drawn out scream of extasy.
Suddenly it stopped, she was sobbing for air, desperate to breath tears running down the face dripping from her chin to her breasts and on southwards. The damp tracks felt cold a tiny draft from somewhere cooling her, she had now seen every corner of the room as she swung crazily with every stroke that fell, his smile said it all, he loved his job, he swung her to face him, a clamp on nipple weight, in his hand, her eyes opened like saucers, as he teased the nipple gently into the jaws of the clamp, then deftly flattening the soft tissue with a swift turn of the clamp screw, shafts of hot pain lanced into her breast, he smiled showing her the second, again deftly it was fitted, the now dangling weights stretching each soft sac, hauling both downwards he adjusted each clamp and she screamed again. “now my sweet Kay, these breast will be whipped, and those weights will dance, are you ready?” he paused waiting her reply, slowly she nodded closing her eyes as the lash descended once more, the taught breast skin received the lash and a sheet of white hot pain ran from the swinging weight up through her crushed left nipple direct into her brain, a blood curdling scream rang out and she found herself approaching a climax in a way that not for a long time had she experienced. The second stroke sent her over the top, a head shaking, gasping screaming gut-wrenching eye rolling celebration of her womanhood.
And the bastard laughed, this man this Rob, this whip wielding fiend, was laughing, laughing at her discomfort!
He called to her, “that was quick I`ve barely started “and taking up his whip once more he began to revisit the locations of her body his lash had already warmed. Her voice echoed once again, high screaming and strange, suddenly it stopped, all of it, the flurry of lashes ceased, only his breathing and her gasping now to be heard, as he fetched ropes, returning and grasping the weights and wrapping the rope rapidly and tightly round the breast. Dropping the weight, he then wrapped the second breast. Before lowering her till her feet felt flat on the cold stone floor. The muscles in the arms still held above her, relaxed, though not for many seconds as he now released the nipples from the weights. Blood returned, the pain tremendous, nipples screaming in reality for a just few seconds, she stamping her feet with the cruel pain.
He placed the weights on the desk in the corner, returning with a long schoolmasters cane.
The thing swished, she had terror in her eye`s he said, “just three,” she looked relieved, he added “on your lovely arse and two on those lovely tits!”
Her face again drained, swoosh- thwack a red-hot line appeared across the bound and swollen breasts, again the cry, plaintive and high, this time her body jerked, tears again fell, the cane again swinging, swoosh—then—thwack her buttocks a hot line of pain instantly causing a scream, thwack, thwack instantly two more stripes she screamed once more, headshaking, feet dancing,
He hesitated, her pain pulsating as only a school cane can make a backside.
In her heart of heart`s she cringed, knowing her tits were to get yet another visit. He showed her the cane once more, she knew exactly what it meant, she whispered her assent, knowing he would not be satisfied until the whole punishment was complete. To her surprise Rob ignored her, removing the rope from the bound breasts first, her cry`s as the blood returned to each breast, already striped, it was heart rending, he cried out to “look up,” instinctively she did, just that. The cane whistled, then struck her breast`s suddenly, on fire, she found herself approaching yet another climax, it was strange, climaxes by pain, god, her breasts were painful, tears fell, but her climax was amazing. Grinning he returned, he had been to the table, disguarded the cane, but returned with a huge black dildo, fat and long, She knew it was the final act, her vagina was wet from her climaxes, and gently he inserted the big mushroom head, easing it into the channel, oh so slowly, so slowly she forced her hips forward to meet the monster rubber cock. The feelings sublime till after an inch or two, suddenly, he rammed it full force deep up inside her. her screams echoed round the room as he eased back again and again, ramming the giant invader in each time until his hand hit her mons with every stroke, she was a limp rag now hanging once more on the lift, her legs buckling as she hung, limp and comatose. Laughing Rob released her wrists taking the still limp body on his shoulder to the couch in the dressing room. A long moment passed till she was aware once more, his soft hands spreading an anaesthetic balm on his handiwork. He tended her back, buttocks and legs then tenderly replaced her knickers on her legs, lifting her to stand and ease the thin blue item onto their place in life.
Expertly he eased the marked breast`s into the soft cradle of her bra, clipping the support in place. Finally, came the dress, and shoes, he stuffed the stockings into her pockets, then with his support, she returned to the big outer waiting room, luckily empty, they gave her a tube of the balm and a long drink of orange juice. She rested for a full half-hour, then the taxi arrived, she noted with a woman driver, the journey was a blur, dropped at her door, she paid then unlocked, staggered indoors locked the door once more then gently sat at her own table, it was over, The pain would last a few days, internal bruises, the welts, was it all worth it, But she no longer felt that guilt, though she knew one-day that it would return and she would go back as the orgasms were out of this world.
A little bowled over she said it was and he then said that he was here to ease her tensions, and that if she was ready, she was to put herself completely in his hands, he would see to everything!
he took her hand and she rose to her feet, standing passively as he looked her up and down, complimenting her on her turnout then easing the front opening dress buttons till the thin dress fell away sliding from her shoulders like silk, his hands catching it and laying it reverently over the empty chair back. She still stood her eyes fixed on the little man`s tool, as once more he eyed her from toe to crown.
His tool as if hydraulically began to rise, it was the best compliment his body could have paid, he knelt, then slid down each individual stocking with soft experienced hands, all the time complimenting her on her fine legs, as she stood, on either leg in turn her hands on his shoulders for balance, so that he could remove both shoe and stocking in turn, mesmerised by this man who she knew was soon to abuse her in the most painful way.
His hands found the thin blue knickers, in a trice they were off, she again stepping clear daintily, he placing them on the chair with her bag. He stood, his prick at full attention now, as he slid his hands around her chest to her bra clip. With no c***dish fumbling he quickly released it, he was truly an expert, she could tell.
Like a magician he produced cuffs, soft black leather cuffs which while apologising, he slipped on and buckled firmly to her wrists, it was a slick performance.
He kissed her hand, then thanked her for allowing him the opportunity to help her to an ultimate tension releasing orgasm, saying he “was looking forward to making her scream, and that she could scream by all means, these rooms being totally soundproofed.” He went on to say that “your safe word is Penny, if you say that I will instantly stop and the session will be over, but when we walk through that door, that one over there, the clock starts ticking, and I will not stop the session until the whole experience is over… do you understand?”
She said she did, and he took her hand saying “if she would like to come with him, he had her room and her list of punishments all ready,
She glanced around the s**ttered clothing, the normality of her shoulder bag, stockings, and clothes, he promised her it was all safe as he had bolted the door, and nodding she allowed him to lead her by her hand into the white painted and well-lit room she recognised from Pats film.
They stopped under a lift, he clipped her un-resisting wrists to a spreader bar, and before she could utter a sound, she was dangling just clear of the floor her head forward watching his every move, her arms feeling stretched, her whole weight dangling on joints that were unused to this crazy position.
Smiling he fetched a whip, here it was, her ultimate fantasy, gripped in this little mans hand, his prick stiff as a ramrod, the whip dangling from his claw like an extension. He nodded then the thongs swung back, then forwards to strike a stinging blow round her body just under the chin, her skin felt like fire, a blaze of screaming hot welts under her right arm had her feet kicking in pain, it was horror, pain and extasy in one swift single blow, her racing mind knew there would be more, lots more… by the tenth stroke she was screaming, he had worked from her feet up her legs, and was now alternating from the first stroke down to her buttocks, her body felt like a field of fire, ablaze from top to bottom, her lungs gasping for air and her mouth permanently open in one long drawn out scream of extasy.
Suddenly it stopped, she was sobbing for air, desperate to breath tears running down the face dripping from her chin to her breasts and on southwards. The damp tracks felt cold a tiny draft from somewhere cooling her, she had now seen every corner of the room as she swung crazily with every stroke that fell, his smile said it all, he loved his job, he swung her to face him, a clamp on nipple weight, in his hand, her eyes opened like saucers, as he teased the nipple gently into the jaws of the clamp, then deftly flattening the soft tissue with a swift turn of the clamp screw, shafts of hot pain lanced into her breast, he smiled showing her the second, again deftly it was fitted, the now dangling weights stretching each soft sac, hauling both downwards he adjusted each clamp and she screamed again. “now my sweet Kay, these breast will be whipped, and those weights will dance, are you ready?” he paused waiting her reply, slowly she nodded closing her eyes as the lash descended once more, the taught breast skin received the lash and a sheet of white hot pain ran from the swinging weight up through her crushed left nipple direct into her brain, a blood curdling scream rang out and she found herself approaching a climax in a way that not for a long time had she experienced. The second stroke sent her over the top, a head shaking, gasping screaming gut-wrenching eye rolling celebration of her womanhood.
And the bastard laughed, this man this Rob, this whip wielding fiend, was laughing, laughing at her discomfort!
He called to her, “that was quick I`ve barely started “and taking up his whip once more he began to revisit the locations of her body his lash had already warmed. Her voice echoed once again, high screaming and strange, suddenly it stopped, all of it, the flurry of lashes ceased, only his breathing and her gasping now to be heard, as he fetched ropes, returning and grasping the weights and wrapping the rope rapidly and tightly round the breast. Dropping the weight, he then wrapped the second breast. Before lowering her till her feet felt flat on the cold stone floor. The muscles in the arms still held above her, relaxed, though not for many seconds as he now released the nipples from the weights. Blood returned, the pain tremendous, nipples screaming in reality for a just few seconds, she stamping her feet with the cruel pain.
He placed the weights on the desk in the corner, returning with a long schoolmasters cane.
The thing swished, she had terror in her eye`s he said, “just three,” she looked relieved, he added “on your lovely arse and two on those lovely tits!”
Her face again drained, swoosh- thwack a red-hot line appeared across the bound and swollen breasts, again the cry, plaintive and high, this time her body jerked, tears again fell, the cane again swinging, swoosh—then—thwack her buttocks a hot line of pain instantly causing a scream, thwack, thwack instantly two more stripes she screamed once more, headshaking, feet dancing,
He hesitated, her pain pulsating as only a school cane can make a backside.
In her heart of heart`s she cringed, knowing her tits were to get yet another visit. He showed her the cane once more, she knew exactly what it meant, she whispered her assent, knowing he would not be satisfied until the whole punishment was complete. To her surprise Rob ignored her, removing the rope from the bound breasts first, her cry`s as the blood returned to each breast, already striped, it was heart rending, he cried out to “look up,” instinctively she did, just that. The cane whistled, then struck her breast`s suddenly, on fire, she found herself approaching yet another climax, it was strange, climaxes by pain, god, her breasts were painful, tears fell, but her climax was amazing. Grinning he returned, he had been to the table, disguarded the cane, but returned with a huge black dildo, fat and long, She knew it was the final act, her vagina was wet from her climaxes, and gently he inserted the big mushroom head, easing it into the channel, oh so slowly, so slowly she forced her hips forward to meet the monster rubber cock. The feelings sublime till after an inch or two, suddenly, he rammed it full force deep up inside her. her screams echoed round the room as he eased back again and again, ramming the giant invader in each time until his hand hit her mons with every stroke, she was a limp rag now hanging once more on the lift, her legs buckling as she hung, limp and comatose. Laughing Rob released her wrists taking the still limp body on his shoulder to the couch in the dressing room. A long moment passed till she was aware once more, his soft hands spreading an anaesthetic balm on his handiwork. He tended her back, buttocks and legs then tenderly replaced her knickers on her legs, lifting her to stand and ease the thin blue item onto their place in life.
Expertly he eased the marked breast`s into the soft cradle of her bra, clipping the support in place. Finally, came the dress, and shoes, he stuffed the stockings into her pockets, then with his support, she returned to the big outer waiting room, luckily empty, they gave her a tube of the balm and a long drink of orange juice. She rested for a full half-hour, then the taxi arrived, she noted with a woman driver, the journey was a blur, dropped at her door, she paid then unlocked, staggered indoors locked the door once more then gently sat at her own table, it was over, The pain would last a few days, internal bruises, the welts, was it all worth it, But she no longer felt that guilt, though she knew one-day that it would return and she would go back as the orgasms were out of this world.
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