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128. SARAH AND THE SILVER MASTER 5
So surprisingly I heard nothing for a couple of days then a message brief but to the point it said;
Toms gone away to his meetings today and for the first time in our marriage we didn’t have a farewell screw... God I am so randy... the stitches are not infected I`m glad to say thanks to the spray I think. Will be with you on Friday evening can`t wait
Sarah
It was a long week, I had my fair share of fruit cakes and it was a joy to walk the dogs, my headmistress has been arrested I`m glad to say, as I expected she couldn’t keep her paws of the k**s, hate paedophilia, do what you will with consenting adults but k**s are not able or ready to make the vital decisions about sex just trusting that adults know what`s what and to me that`s not on. That had me being interviewed by the law, confidentiality of course stopped me saying much, but I confirmed that she had been to see me and had been advised how to seek help with her problems that sort of crud.
Then there had been the nypho from Canterbury, another of my more difficult cases, she can`t resist men of any type, and no delivery man is safe even the lolly pop man on the crossing is in fear of his life while she is about! And then to top a good week a lulu on Thursday that belived that having had sex with a pet Shetland pony she was now pregnant and believed she was carrying the result of that tryst, the fact she was having sex with her hubby and her neighbour practically daily didn’t seem to register with her at all and it was shall we say a long session.
So a trip to the beach on Friday morning with the dogs blew away a few cobwebs and did me a power of good, I returned home at about 2 pm and spent the afternoon pottering about on domestic jobs and clearing the mind.
It was after tea and Mrs bridges going home, that my mind registered that Sarah was due, so I bedded down the dogs in the outside run and opened the gate, then sat waiting out in the rays of the evening sun with a beer and a paper.
An unfamiliar small red mini cooper swung into the yard, at about 7.30, and she swung her dainty feet to the floor. It seems the merc was his and this was her run about.
I gave her a kiss of greeting, which she returned with lips so hot they really said RANDY in big letters. She had her collar firmly in place and clearly on show I noticed, I closed the gate, then collected her small case and led her indoors.
“Harry has promised to attend for the grand opening tomorrow sweety,” I told her, “he says to tell you he has a blunt penknife if I can`t find any scissors!” he also said he wants to kiss your clit till you come, which seemed a bit as though he fancies you my sweet, it`s not like Harry. I`ve known him a while and he normally hates women just wants to give them pain and watch them suffer!”, I explained about his fiancé dumping him almost at the altar and that that had tipped Harry into his distrust and dislike of most women sadly not good for a paramedic but he is most professional at work I believe.
We sat and had coffee, she explaining that she “thought I would have released her straight away so I could use her tonight
She was so randy!” but I explained “that like a k** at christmas, some things are better anticipated then unwrapped slowly and anyway as Harry could not attend till tomorrow afternoon when he was off shift, I had decided to make her wait as he had said like all good stores he wanted to be at what he had called the grand opening as he wanted to see what offers were available!
Her laugh at that had been a tonic and with a chuckle she said that I must like him a lot to pass up a night of passion with her just so he could watch her writhe in pain; I explained “I owed him a lot as a friend he had kept me sane at a low spot in my life!” To which with a nod she came back with “well I shall have to make it up to you then tomorrow night”!
I asked her about coping with the stitches all week, and she smiled again then explained that “simply not having sex had been bad enough, but walking and even to piss had been painful especially at first, the stitches being tender and the labia swollen.” But for her the worse thing “was as she could not wipe herself properly, or use her bidet, so she felt she was smelly and unclean!” though I was quick to refute that suggestion saying that she was anything but and as fragrant as always! I asked about infection and she said Harry`s spray had kept it at bay along with the way we had been with our sterile needles etc germs had had no chance.
I asked how Tom had accepted the enforced celibacy, and she smiled commenting that “he had lived hand to mouth before and no doubt would again” That made me laugh, especially as she said “it was her small rebellion and a way of bringing him to earth as a husband occasionally!”
It was soon bedtime and while I secured the house and put out the lights she went up and showered, I found her newly showered and dusted with fine talk, lying on my bed, wrapped in that fluffy dressing gown, hair damp, eyes expectant which had me stripping in record time and joining her in seconds.
We kissed, her lips would melt any heart, and I toyed with her stitches, and then played with the nipples I had so cruelly abused at that first hobby room games day, sucking on those pert nipples that I now thinking perhaps I should have enjoyed more that day.
She groaned kissed me again the pushed me away as she turned and licked my foreskin, savouring the taste of my precum like it was a fine wine, then beginning her ministrations to my balls and shaft as if they were expensive porcelain, gentle nibbles and kisses, caresses, alternating with deep throated whole hearted whore in the street gobbling, she was an expert in the field, a mistress of the craft, she knew when and she knew how, I came close then she would return to my lips, again at the precise perfect moment she would return to my genitals, hand lips tongue, hard one moment and gentle as a butterfly the next, I near lost my mind, seed sprayed like a fountain, cum splattered across my belly she removed it with that wonderful tongue making a meal of swallowing it, then relentlessly she returned to my poor spent tool and with her amazing touch soon had me hard again at an unheard of speed, the process was repeated, not once but twice more and not since I was a youngster had I ever been drained so fully and so effectively, I slept the sleep of the dead, her head on my shoulder, the black leather collar stark against her skin, that copper blond sweet smelling hair soft against my neck, her soft body against mine and a fine breast in my hand.
We did not move till dawns light hit the windows and the birds began their usual chorus.
At breakfast we ate together, nothing heavy just eggs and bacon with Mrs bridges wonderful crusty home baked bread, delicious as always, all washed down with strong british tea, then we walked the dogs, not far it is true, her stitches bothering her too much for that, but we collected mushrooms with dew on them and that lovely earthy smell, begging to be fried with a tad of butter for tea, In the meadow we sat amongst the buttercups, as the sun warmed our bodies and dried the grass, the dogs ran and played as dogs do, and it was idyllic. Today she was mine, not master and slave, not Toms wife, not a subject, not as trophy wife, not a client, tomorrow, well in reality this afternoon, she would be all those things, but here and now she was mine, just mine and it was heaven. The smell of the grasses, golden buttercups, white daisies, and poppies red against the blue cloudless sky, skylarks warbling the gentle breeze ruffling the trees, the most fabulous woman imaginable beside me, peace in the English countryside, perfect just perfect!
The real world struck home as we saw across the field, Harry`s little car stood in the roadway as he opened the yard gate. “It`s time to go back,” I told her, “we need to return to the real world,” and reluctantly I stood helping her up and arm in arm chip basket of mushrooms in hand and dogs at heel we strolled back to reality. It had been an idyllic time that neither of us would forget quickly.
I closed the big white gate with a loud bump, like a symbolic door to reality; back to the real reason of her visit and shareing her!
She kissed old Harry, thanking him for his help last weekend. He closed his car door, the dogs bounding about in greeting. We shut the Dogs away and took coffee; before Harry said he needed to go early as at 6 he was on duty medic at Dover town football that evening.
I said “tomorrow I shall do the things I should have done today as harry is off an away on duty and we have the whole day to ourselves.” She took the hint rose and said she would get herself ready.
She returned herself to Harry, as I had gone ahead to set up lights, camera and the like in the hobby room. They arrived, her on his arm like a newly-wed couple leaving a fetish wedding, the bride in the familiar white dressing gown, but with matching cuffs and collar and with the groom holding her lead!
He led her to the exam table and she shed her gown and shoes, naked now she sat on the exam table, scooped herself back, the watched as we secured her legs, laying back compliantly as we did the same with her wrists, one at each side. Finally putting a short cord, from the collar to the table so she had only limited range with her head and though she could see, sitting was now impossible.
We examined minutely the area in question, I telling Harry she had said that pissing was a painful process, control having to be finite to keep the pressure from rising behind the knots.
There were three linked sutures, each tied off individually. The first thing I did was to cut the three knots apart so they were 3 individual stitches, Harry sprayed the area once more telling our victim that it was more to keep down the stench of the minging hole than for anything else, he was winking at me as he did as the smell was just the usual woman on heat smells you would associate with a sexually charged lady! Sarah however coloured up a little, humiliated at the thought she had presented a smelly old pussy to her master.
“Well which first then, top middle or bottom then? I said looking at the three stitches, she suggested the middle, and that was greeted with a growl of “I didn`t ask you, you get what we decide, you`re the subject not the knife wielder here, do you not understand that if I wanted to even remove a cunt-lip there`s not a lot you could do or say to prevent it,?”
She mumbled she “was sorry and to forgive her please master!” which I ignored and carried on consulting with Harry, he decided on the lowest knot as he said we could finger her then, saving her clit till last the scalpel glittering in the spotlight and close to the knot as it cut the thread. Harry with tweaser`s gripped the tied end and slowly oh so slowly he pulled the waxed thread through the meaty lips that it had lived in for the past few days. He took his time as she began to groan, pain lancing through her genital flaps as the thread released its hold on the soft meaty lips. It takes I am told about two or three weeks to even begin the process of fusing two skin covered areas together, so harry and I knew this short week would be no problem.
He inserted his finger right at the bottom of the slot of life, stretching that labia still secured by two sutures above his didget, the middle knot cutting into the soft flesh cruelly, her screams now ringing round the room, sweet music to the ears of sadistic folk like us.
Harry slid his left hand into his fly, his right engaged in wriggling into her wet cavity, trying to slide up behind that middle knot to reach her button. He stopped and withdrew, saying, “she`s a tight little virgin at the moment” and laughing.
I nicked the middle knot as I had the first, again my assistant began easing the thread from its temporary home, she began to squeak again, and Harry and I laughed as mascara tears ran as her head rolled from side to side with the exquisite pain. Harry placed his prick in her hand, the wrist being secured just at the right height. “Good idea mate” I said and I was quick to copy the idea at the other side of the woman. Harry went to finger her again but I knocked away his hand with a grin saying “get off it`s my go!”
My finger slid into the wet and warm folds of her channel, velvet smooth, soft, wet and warm, her hand contracted round my prick and I suspect Harry`s as well and she began to moan as my finger found the way deep into her body stretching the skin round the last stitch to near bursting point. It must have been oh so very painful for her as she began screaming like a banshee and her hands contracted round the tools of Harry and I, instinctively and automatically squeezing and causing us much excitement if a little discomfort.
“Harry why don’t you fuck her like this, she will be tight as a mouse`s ear and it will make her less receptive so you might get a long ride!”
He laughed then disengaged her hand, dropped his trousers and pants unveiling a rampant thick 9” cock with grey wiry pubic hair and balls the size of two lemons! She of course could not see it, that the rope to the collar not allowing her to see over the side of the table, although she had had the thing in her hand for the last few moments and had an idea of the size of the weapon she was about to experience, he clambered up between her legs and with my help he slid rigidly into her semi closed sex stretching the last knot to a near skin ripping level..
He started a rapid stroke, she screaming with each inward stroke, her hand squeezing my turgid 6” with every stroke reactively, a simple grasping rythmatic grip that was beyond words as it fetched me to the boil.
My seed splashed onto her hip and wrist, it tipped her over the climatic edge, she gasped and groaned eyes rolling, her back arched, head thrashing about at the limit of that restricting rope fingers grasping my tool in a deathly and painful grip. That in turn sent Harry into his own frenzy, he had no regard for the pain she was experiencing now, he, thrust and grunted his way to the stars, pumping into her guts his seed in a truly a****listic way a look of deep and intense concentration on his weather-beaten features, the pain and heat of his spend sending her back for another climax in short order, and leaving finger marks and a purple head to my poor shaft in her massive grip.
It took a while to come down, droplets of blood dripped from the stitch site, grey slime dribbled from her body as he withdrew her grip eased and my poor tool fell bruised from her grasp, and we all slumped into an exhausted aftermath relapse.
I quickly cut the last stitch then pulled the thread away fast and simply.
Her face a mask of mascara dribbles from her tears of pain, his and I suspect mine, bearing looks of triumph. We released her and together in an awed silence we sat recovering from the huge climaxes we had each experienced.
Reluctantly harry had soon to leave, so we on wobbly legs redressed and returned to the comfort of the living room I made tea and we all sat quietly returning to the land of the living having experienced a superb if painful for her, sexual climax.
After Harry left Sarah and I ate then lay on my bed, watching the sun dropping over the downs, and relaxing like an old married couple.
We made love, not just fucked, it was slow, it was sensual, it was gentle, and it was intense in its own way, my seed soon filled her womb hot, and in, for me a large quantity. After we slept for a while, then we lay together dozing and alternating with gentle fondling, before sleep took us completely.
Dawn, broke on a warm dry day, no clouds dared raise their ugly heads on a day with this wonderful woman, I reached out to my right and found her warm body, all smooth skin, curves, and soft. She yawned and stretched, then lay over on her back my hand found the nipple of her right breast, finding the tiny scars around it from misuse of years of pain and suffering it had endured.
She was a complex woman I mused and I would be pushed today to really unravel her past from her wishes and needs but I was oh so much looking forward to trying.
She moaned as she felt my fingers kneading the pink stub, Disturbed now she slowly opened her eyes, smiled then placed her arms around my neck pulling me down to her lips. She is a smouldering kisser, and I instantly became hard once again and was soon in the saddle, long and slow we enjoyed a sexual moment of deep joy, her legs wrapped round my thighs her hands under my buttocks urging me ever deeper into her body, our pubic bones ground together, my balls tapping at her labia with every stroke and that old bed rocking as we rushed to the climax we knew was soon to arrive like a wave rushing up a beach, to spend its force in a gentle swish after having broken so violently. It was everything we expected, and more.
We breakfasted, then after Mrs bridges arrived and I had fed the dogs, which by the way she walked alone in the meadow, them having grown used to her now. W secured them once again and we adjourned to the consulting room, where she lay on my couch and made herself comfortable.
I sat at my desk and began in a steady monotone to lull her into a hypnotic type trance a trick I learnt at college, and forget it I`m not telling you how it`s done or you will all be doing it and I will be out of a job!
Anyway she was now feeling drowsy and relaxed, and I was ready to start asking what in normal life would be thought impertinent questions.
We started with her age, which she gave as 50 plus, and giggled, now I must say she looked a lot younger , perhaps 40 or 45 ish and I told her so “to which she replied thank you sir I`m 53”
I made a note of that and her date of birth then asked about her first sexual encounter which she explained was “u******e at just xx”, well perhaps that ought to stay confidential, she went into details of that, and of her first long term relationship, which was pretty racy, as her partner had introduced her to bdsm and she had loved it from the get go.
She loved she said to be used, humiliated and given pain, not just mild ineffective housewife and hubby play at bdsm pain, but really heavy stuff, and preferably by an older man, or men as she was not averse to a gang bang.
Well it was an in depth morning and the potted version is after the style of; I learnt of her husband Tom, her disappointment of his sexual enjoyment of her as a trophy wife, his having only 5” and his very vanilla doing his “duty” twice a week style. However he was now after a year or two of subtle womanly chat happy to pay for her to visit chaps like me in this country and overseas, for what she referred to as “therapy!” To this end she had tried a couple of very expensive overseas dungeons, and then found me. These dungeons had satisfied her worst needs and now I was doing the same.
Sadly; he belived it was to affect a cure to her for her desires to be used and abused. She however had no wish of any sort, to be well, to be “cured” she wanted to be used, abused and humiliated big time and she had found me.
She did want the love of her life to feel that he was being part of ‘the cure process’ as she belived he would slowly come to understand and come a little towards joining her! She had no actual desire to be changed herself and was of the opinion that I and my club, if they were all like Harry, would welcome a subject like her to use and abuse. And that I should only pretend to be curing her for him we however would know differently, and he had a private clinic that asked no questions just took the money near Lewes, half way twix us, that he had arranged to always be able to accommodate and nurse her back to health after a particularly bad session.
She hoped to soon be using the place regularly she said and “that we as a club and me particularly would accommodate her every wish, saying that I had only tickled the surface of what she wanted done to her!”
“I thought I was the master” I laughed and she replied that “she had desires as to what she wanted to happen but she was in my power as to in which order things happened to her and how she was used and abused,” though she added I was to place her in a hypnotic state of euphoric trance as now if it was to be a high level of pain.
Mrs bridges rang the intercom telling me dinner was nearly ready and the session ended abruptly, with an agreement from both of us that that was the way it would be. I brought her back to full awareness and we ate a hearty meal before she kissed me goodbye and drove away leaving me happy but a little stunned.
So surprisingly I heard nothing for a couple of days then a message brief but to the point it said;
Toms gone away to his meetings today and for the first time in our marriage we didn’t have a farewell screw... God I am so randy... the stitches are not infected I`m glad to say thanks to the spray I think. Will be with you on Friday evening can`t wait
Sarah
It was a long week, I had my fair share of fruit cakes and it was a joy to walk the dogs, my headmistress has been arrested I`m glad to say, as I expected she couldn’t keep her paws of the k**s, hate paedophilia, do what you will with consenting adults but k**s are not able or ready to make the vital decisions about sex just trusting that adults know what`s what and to me that`s not on. That had me being interviewed by the law, confidentiality of course stopped me saying much, but I confirmed that she had been to see me and had been advised how to seek help with her problems that sort of crud.
Then there had been the nypho from Canterbury, another of my more difficult cases, she can`t resist men of any type, and no delivery man is safe even the lolly pop man on the crossing is in fear of his life while she is about! And then to top a good week a lulu on Thursday that belived that having had sex with a pet Shetland pony she was now pregnant and believed she was carrying the result of that tryst, the fact she was having sex with her hubby and her neighbour practically daily didn’t seem to register with her at all and it was shall we say a long session.
So a trip to the beach on Friday morning with the dogs blew away a few cobwebs and did me a power of good, I returned home at about 2 pm and spent the afternoon pottering about on domestic jobs and clearing the mind.
It was after tea and Mrs bridges going home, that my mind registered that Sarah was due, so I bedded down the dogs in the outside run and opened the gate, then sat waiting out in the rays of the evening sun with a beer and a paper.
An unfamiliar small red mini cooper swung into the yard, at about 7.30, and she swung her dainty feet to the floor. It seems the merc was his and this was her run about.
I gave her a kiss of greeting, which she returned with lips so hot they really said RANDY in big letters. She had her collar firmly in place and clearly on show I noticed, I closed the gate, then collected her small case and led her indoors.
“Harry has promised to attend for the grand opening tomorrow sweety,” I told her, “he says to tell you he has a blunt penknife if I can`t find any scissors!” he also said he wants to kiss your clit till you come, which seemed a bit as though he fancies you my sweet, it`s not like Harry. I`ve known him a while and he normally hates women just wants to give them pain and watch them suffer!”, I explained about his fiancé dumping him almost at the altar and that that had tipped Harry into his distrust and dislike of most women sadly not good for a paramedic but he is most professional at work I believe.
We sat and had coffee, she explaining that she “thought I would have released her straight away so I could use her tonight
She was so randy!” but I explained “that like a k** at christmas, some things are better anticipated then unwrapped slowly and anyway as Harry could not attend till tomorrow afternoon when he was off shift, I had decided to make her wait as he had said like all good stores he wanted to be at what he had called the grand opening as he wanted to see what offers were available!
Her laugh at that had been a tonic and with a chuckle she said that I must like him a lot to pass up a night of passion with her just so he could watch her writhe in pain; I explained “I owed him a lot as a friend he had kept me sane at a low spot in my life!” To which with a nod she came back with “well I shall have to make it up to you then tomorrow night”!
I asked her about coping with the stitches all week, and she smiled again then explained that “simply not having sex had been bad enough, but walking and even to piss had been painful especially at first, the stitches being tender and the labia swollen.” But for her the worse thing “was as she could not wipe herself properly, or use her bidet, so she felt she was smelly and unclean!” though I was quick to refute that suggestion saying that she was anything but and as fragrant as always! I asked about infection and she said Harry`s spray had kept it at bay along with the way we had been with our sterile needles etc germs had had no chance.
I asked how Tom had accepted the enforced celibacy, and she smiled commenting that “he had lived hand to mouth before and no doubt would again” That made me laugh, especially as she said “it was her small rebellion and a way of bringing him to earth as a husband occasionally!”
It was soon bedtime and while I secured the house and put out the lights she went up and showered, I found her newly showered and dusted with fine talk, lying on my bed, wrapped in that fluffy dressing gown, hair damp, eyes expectant which had me stripping in record time and joining her in seconds.
We kissed, her lips would melt any heart, and I toyed with her stitches, and then played with the nipples I had so cruelly abused at that first hobby room games day, sucking on those pert nipples that I now thinking perhaps I should have enjoyed more that day.
She groaned kissed me again the pushed me away as she turned and licked my foreskin, savouring the taste of my precum like it was a fine wine, then beginning her ministrations to my balls and shaft as if they were expensive porcelain, gentle nibbles and kisses, caresses, alternating with deep throated whole hearted whore in the street gobbling, she was an expert in the field, a mistress of the craft, she knew when and she knew how, I came close then she would return to my lips, again at the precise perfect moment she would return to my genitals, hand lips tongue, hard one moment and gentle as a butterfly the next, I near lost my mind, seed sprayed like a fountain, cum splattered across my belly she removed it with that wonderful tongue making a meal of swallowing it, then relentlessly she returned to my poor spent tool and with her amazing touch soon had me hard again at an unheard of speed, the process was repeated, not once but twice more and not since I was a youngster had I ever been drained so fully and so effectively, I slept the sleep of the dead, her head on my shoulder, the black leather collar stark against her skin, that copper blond sweet smelling hair soft against my neck, her soft body against mine and a fine breast in my hand.
We did not move till dawns light hit the windows and the birds began their usual chorus.
At breakfast we ate together, nothing heavy just eggs and bacon with Mrs bridges wonderful crusty home baked bread, delicious as always, all washed down with strong british tea, then we walked the dogs, not far it is true, her stitches bothering her too much for that, but we collected mushrooms with dew on them and that lovely earthy smell, begging to be fried with a tad of butter for tea, In the meadow we sat amongst the buttercups, as the sun warmed our bodies and dried the grass, the dogs ran and played as dogs do, and it was idyllic. Today she was mine, not master and slave, not Toms wife, not a subject, not as trophy wife, not a client, tomorrow, well in reality this afternoon, she would be all those things, but here and now she was mine, just mine and it was heaven. The smell of the grasses, golden buttercups, white daisies, and poppies red against the blue cloudless sky, skylarks warbling the gentle breeze ruffling the trees, the most fabulous woman imaginable beside me, peace in the English countryside, perfect just perfect!
The real world struck home as we saw across the field, Harry`s little car stood in the roadway as he opened the yard gate. “It`s time to go back,” I told her, “we need to return to the real world,” and reluctantly I stood helping her up and arm in arm chip basket of mushrooms in hand and dogs at heel we strolled back to reality. It had been an idyllic time that neither of us would forget quickly.
I closed the big white gate with a loud bump, like a symbolic door to reality; back to the real reason of her visit and shareing her!
She kissed old Harry, thanking him for his help last weekend. He closed his car door, the dogs bounding about in greeting. We shut the Dogs away and took coffee; before Harry said he needed to go early as at 6 he was on duty medic at Dover town football that evening.
I said “tomorrow I shall do the things I should have done today as harry is off an away on duty and we have the whole day to ourselves.” She took the hint rose and said she would get herself ready.
She returned herself to Harry, as I had gone ahead to set up lights, camera and the like in the hobby room. They arrived, her on his arm like a newly-wed couple leaving a fetish wedding, the bride in the familiar white dressing gown, but with matching cuffs and collar and with the groom holding her lead!
He led her to the exam table and she shed her gown and shoes, naked now she sat on the exam table, scooped herself back, the watched as we secured her legs, laying back compliantly as we did the same with her wrists, one at each side. Finally putting a short cord, from the collar to the table so she had only limited range with her head and though she could see, sitting was now impossible.
We examined minutely the area in question, I telling Harry she had said that pissing was a painful process, control having to be finite to keep the pressure from rising behind the knots.
There were three linked sutures, each tied off individually. The first thing I did was to cut the three knots apart so they were 3 individual stitches, Harry sprayed the area once more telling our victim that it was more to keep down the stench of the minging hole than for anything else, he was winking at me as he did as the smell was just the usual woman on heat smells you would associate with a sexually charged lady! Sarah however coloured up a little, humiliated at the thought she had presented a smelly old pussy to her master.
“Well which first then, top middle or bottom then? I said looking at the three stitches, she suggested the middle, and that was greeted with a growl of “I didn`t ask you, you get what we decide, you`re the subject not the knife wielder here, do you not understand that if I wanted to even remove a cunt-lip there`s not a lot you could do or say to prevent it,?”
She mumbled she “was sorry and to forgive her please master!” which I ignored and carried on consulting with Harry, he decided on the lowest knot as he said we could finger her then, saving her clit till last the scalpel glittering in the spotlight and close to the knot as it cut the thread. Harry with tweaser`s gripped the tied end and slowly oh so slowly he pulled the waxed thread through the meaty lips that it had lived in for the past few days. He took his time as she began to groan, pain lancing through her genital flaps as the thread released its hold on the soft meaty lips. It takes I am told about two or three weeks to even begin the process of fusing two skin covered areas together, so harry and I knew this short week would be no problem.
He inserted his finger right at the bottom of the slot of life, stretching that labia still secured by two sutures above his didget, the middle knot cutting into the soft flesh cruelly, her screams now ringing round the room, sweet music to the ears of sadistic folk like us.
Harry slid his left hand into his fly, his right engaged in wriggling into her wet cavity, trying to slide up behind that middle knot to reach her button. He stopped and withdrew, saying, “she`s a tight little virgin at the moment” and laughing.
I nicked the middle knot as I had the first, again my assistant began easing the thread from its temporary home, she began to squeak again, and Harry and I laughed as mascara tears ran as her head rolled from side to side with the exquisite pain. Harry placed his prick in her hand, the wrist being secured just at the right height. “Good idea mate” I said and I was quick to copy the idea at the other side of the woman. Harry went to finger her again but I knocked away his hand with a grin saying “get off it`s my go!”
My finger slid into the wet and warm folds of her channel, velvet smooth, soft, wet and warm, her hand contracted round my prick and I suspect Harry`s as well and she began to moan as my finger found the way deep into her body stretching the skin round the last stitch to near bursting point. It must have been oh so very painful for her as she began screaming like a banshee and her hands contracted round the tools of Harry and I, instinctively and automatically squeezing and causing us much excitement if a little discomfort.
“Harry why don’t you fuck her like this, she will be tight as a mouse`s ear and it will make her less receptive so you might get a long ride!”
He laughed then disengaged her hand, dropped his trousers and pants unveiling a rampant thick 9” cock with grey wiry pubic hair and balls the size of two lemons! She of course could not see it, that the rope to the collar not allowing her to see over the side of the table, although she had had the thing in her hand for the last few moments and had an idea of the size of the weapon she was about to experience, he clambered up between her legs and with my help he slid rigidly into her semi closed sex stretching the last knot to a near skin ripping level..
He started a rapid stroke, she screaming with each inward stroke, her hand squeezing my turgid 6” with every stroke reactively, a simple grasping rythmatic grip that was beyond words as it fetched me to the boil.
My seed splashed onto her hip and wrist, it tipped her over the climatic edge, she gasped and groaned eyes rolling, her back arched, head thrashing about at the limit of that restricting rope fingers grasping my tool in a deathly and painful grip. That in turn sent Harry into his own frenzy, he had no regard for the pain she was experiencing now, he, thrust and grunted his way to the stars, pumping into her guts his seed in a truly a****listic way a look of deep and intense concentration on his weather-beaten features, the pain and heat of his spend sending her back for another climax in short order, and leaving finger marks and a purple head to my poor shaft in her massive grip.
It took a while to come down, droplets of blood dripped from the stitch site, grey slime dribbled from her body as he withdrew her grip eased and my poor tool fell bruised from her grasp, and we all slumped into an exhausted aftermath relapse.
I quickly cut the last stitch then pulled the thread away fast and simply.
Her face a mask of mascara dribbles from her tears of pain, his and I suspect mine, bearing looks of triumph. We released her and together in an awed silence we sat recovering from the huge climaxes we had each experienced.
Reluctantly harry had soon to leave, so we on wobbly legs redressed and returned to the comfort of the living room I made tea and we all sat quietly returning to the land of the living having experienced a superb if painful for her, sexual climax.
After Harry left Sarah and I ate then lay on my bed, watching the sun dropping over the downs, and relaxing like an old married couple.
We made love, not just fucked, it was slow, it was sensual, it was gentle, and it was intense in its own way, my seed soon filled her womb hot, and in, for me a large quantity. After we slept for a while, then we lay together dozing and alternating with gentle fondling, before sleep took us completely.
Dawn, broke on a warm dry day, no clouds dared raise their ugly heads on a day with this wonderful woman, I reached out to my right and found her warm body, all smooth skin, curves, and soft. She yawned and stretched, then lay over on her back my hand found the nipple of her right breast, finding the tiny scars around it from misuse of years of pain and suffering it had endured.
She was a complex woman I mused and I would be pushed today to really unravel her past from her wishes and needs but I was oh so much looking forward to trying.
She moaned as she felt my fingers kneading the pink stub, Disturbed now she slowly opened her eyes, smiled then placed her arms around my neck pulling me down to her lips. She is a smouldering kisser, and I instantly became hard once again and was soon in the saddle, long and slow we enjoyed a sexual moment of deep joy, her legs wrapped round my thighs her hands under my buttocks urging me ever deeper into her body, our pubic bones ground together, my balls tapping at her labia with every stroke and that old bed rocking as we rushed to the climax we knew was soon to arrive like a wave rushing up a beach, to spend its force in a gentle swish after having broken so violently. It was everything we expected, and more.
We breakfasted, then after Mrs bridges arrived and I had fed the dogs, which by the way she walked alone in the meadow, them having grown used to her now. W secured them once again and we adjourned to the consulting room, where she lay on my couch and made herself comfortable.
I sat at my desk and began in a steady monotone to lull her into a hypnotic type trance a trick I learnt at college, and forget it I`m not telling you how it`s done or you will all be doing it and I will be out of a job!
Anyway she was now feeling drowsy and relaxed, and I was ready to start asking what in normal life would be thought impertinent questions.
We started with her age, which she gave as 50 plus, and giggled, now I must say she looked a lot younger , perhaps 40 or 45 ish and I told her so “to which she replied thank you sir I`m 53”
I made a note of that and her date of birth then asked about her first sexual encounter which she explained was “u******e at just xx”, well perhaps that ought to stay confidential, she went into details of that, and of her first long term relationship, which was pretty racy, as her partner had introduced her to bdsm and she had loved it from the get go.
She loved she said to be used, humiliated and given pain, not just mild ineffective housewife and hubby play at bdsm pain, but really heavy stuff, and preferably by an older man, or men as she was not averse to a gang bang.
Well it was an in depth morning and the potted version is after the style of; I learnt of her husband Tom, her disappointment of his sexual enjoyment of her as a trophy wife, his having only 5” and his very vanilla doing his “duty” twice a week style. However he was now after a year or two of subtle womanly chat happy to pay for her to visit chaps like me in this country and overseas, for what she referred to as “therapy!” To this end she had tried a couple of very expensive overseas dungeons, and then found me. These dungeons had satisfied her worst needs and now I was doing the same.
Sadly; he belived it was to affect a cure to her for her desires to be used and abused. She however had no wish of any sort, to be well, to be “cured” she wanted to be used, abused and humiliated big time and she had found me.
She did want the love of her life to feel that he was being part of ‘the cure process’ as she belived he would slowly come to understand and come a little towards joining her! She had no actual desire to be changed herself and was of the opinion that I and my club, if they were all like Harry, would welcome a subject like her to use and abuse. And that I should only pretend to be curing her for him we however would know differently, and he had a private clinic that asked no questions just took the money near Lewes, half way twix us, that he had arranged to always be able to accommodate and nurse her back to health after a particularly bad session.
She hoped to soon be using the place regularly she said and “that we as a club and me particularly would accommodate her every wish, saying that I had only tickled the surface of what she wanted done to her!”
“I thought I was the master” I laughed and she replied that “she had desires as to what she wanted to happen but she was in my power as to in which order things happened to her and how she was used and abused,” though she added I was to place her in a hypnotic state of euphoric trance as now if it was to be a high level of pain.
Mrs bridges rang the intercom telling me dinner was nearly ready and the session ended abruptly, with an agreement from both of us that that was the way it would be. I brought her back to full awareness and we ate a hearty meal before she kissed me goodbye and drove away leaving me happy but a little stunned.
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