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Nick stepped up between her legs. The cross the perfect height for whatever he endeavored to do. He looked over at K and grinned, " a little out of my usual habits, but I'm glad you called me. This slut looks almost innocent. I don't usually invest much time in giving cunts pleasure but I'll see what I can do. Should we make a side bet? A hundred says I get her to cream. You call her kitten"? K grinned back at him, "probably a lost bet as this is her first punishment session but why not, you’re on and yes I call her kitten. She's kind of a cute little thing, an independent spirited cunt, she spits and has claws, what would you call her"? Nick laughed as he ran his hands up her thighs stopping just short of her apex to bring his hands back down and repeat the stroke going just a little higher the second time. On the third stroke he let his hands linger, his thumbs separating her labia. "Are you going to start the clock, Kink"? He asked. "Yeah, just waiting for it to reach straight up, a few more minutes".
I'll get her tits tied while we are waiting then". Nick reached down for the silk Japanese rope. He had already accumulated all the various toys he would be employing. He quickly bound her beautiful and quite substantial tits in a complicated set of loops and knots that drew them both up tight and standing at full attention. She had practiced having her tits tied, she liked how it felt. She moaned slightly as he drew the rope up a little tighter and then gave her nipples a quick pinch and twist.
She closed her eyes to try to block out that she was being taken by a man she had never seen or even spoken to before. Her mind swirled in a panoply of random thoughts. Prior to this her life had been circumspect. She hadn't taken a lover since college. In her position, even a touch of scandal could destroy her. She had occasionally been referred to as the Ice Queen by a disgruntled wannabe lover but better that than a whore or a slut. In politics the game was as much about destroying the other guy as it was about doing anything for the people. Now here she was, tied to a cross, to be abused by a complete stranger. What the hell was wrong with her? Why had she put herself in this place? The fault couldn't be shifted to him, he hadn't come looking for her, she had searched him out. She had even encouraged the mind games, playing out the scenarios, enjoying the few times she bested him even if it was a temporary win. Oh God, she was scared. Could she ever come back from this place? Or was it a one way street to her destruction? One she had willingly searched out and turned down.
Using his thumbs to hold her open Nick leaned over, bent down and blew his warm moist breath over her cunt. "I'll have this cunt squirting soon kitten" He reached up to run his nails over the hard mounds of her tied tits, his thumbs flicking over her nipples. Against her conscious desire her traitoress body reacted on its own, her nipples getting rock hard in seconds. "Just a little something to help you feel little girl", Nick said as he attached covered alligator clips to each nipple. A slight shiver coursed through her body and her stomach reacted with the feeling of butterflies. Nick then reached for and turned on the Hatachi Wand, his instrument of choice for this project and brought it up, almost but not quite touching her clit. He would start on low but rapidly increase the vibration.
Master K looked at the clock, "Time", he stated as he nodded to Nick. His eyes left Nick to look back at her face. "Open your eyes slut and keep them open, you will look at me and you will not make a sound. Complete silence or I will add a gag and increase the punishment ". Her eyes were like windows to her emotions, hurt feelings coming across the strongest, alternating with fear and anger. He could care less about her hurt feelings at this point in time. She was a cunt, a whore, a slut something to be used and it was damn well time, in fact past time she be taught her proper place. On the other hand he felt the first stirrings of his cock as he saw the intense fear, the dread flashing there. He had to admit she had an inner strength, certainly more than many of the sluts that had passed through his doors. Faceless, nameless bodies he had used, abused and discarded. She would not be one of that multitude. She had staked out her own piece of ground in his world and no matter what the end of the story proved to be, she would be remembered. She didn't falter, she kept her eyes open and on him as he required.
Nick put the wand against her clit, the low vibration causing her to catch her breath. As soon as she had adjusted to the vibration he raised the level on the wand halfway. She felt her body start to tingle with a mixture of anticipation and dread. She may not have had a lover in years but she had played the games Master K had laid out for her. She had indulged in almost daily masturbation which meant her body was primed for this. It was going to be next to impossible not to cum. The intensity of the vibrator increased and Nick inserted two fingers into her very wet cunt and started fucking her with them. She could feel the juices running from her pussy to the crack of her ass.
She didn't know what time they had set for her. All she knew was if she came within the limits Master K would be inflicting the punishment, if she held out it would be Nick. She didn't know his preferred methods at all. At least she had an idea what Master K was like. Mixed up in all the thoughts pummeling her was that she didn't want to disappoint him. How fucked up was that? She was about to get tortured and she was concerned she'd disappoint him, fuck that, that was crazy! So much for knowing her own mind, it was a muddled mess. On top of that the fingers stimulating her were increasing her need to use the bathroom.
Master K looked at the clock, "fifty strokes", he stated calmly. "Nick, what are you going to use tonight if you win"? "I'd like to use that new fiber rod I got but it leaves some hellacious marks, you ok with that"? It's pretty much up to her at this point", replied K, "she knows what the rules are". "She came to me because she was fascinated with the chain flogger", K grinned, "So I think that will be the correct choice for me to use on her".
Even knowing it was a mind game they were playing with her, her thoughts raced more feverishly as they discussed what they would inflict, implements they would use. Her breathing was more of a panting now, a warm tingling flush infused her body spreading out from her center to her fingertips as the inevitable orgasm raced to its crescendo. Nick increased the speed to its highest setting on the vibrator as well as the speed with which he was impaling her, now using three fingers.
"One hundred strokes," K intoned, watching her. She wasn't going to make it, he could read the signs. She was very close to cuming ". As always she had conducted herself well. She hasn't begged, cried or pleaded. All three more normal than her stoic silence. She was at one hundred and thirty strokes, he couldn’t let it go on any longer, she was too inexperienced, as it was he would make sure the strike zones were as varied as possible. He walked over to stand behind her head. He grasped the alligator clips on her tits with each hand squeezing them tighter for several seconds. With a nod to Nick and holding them tight he grasped the chain between them and yanked them off.
The instant of pain was the catalyst she needed and her body strained against the belts that had her cinched into place, all her muscles clenching tightly with the powerful orgasm rocketing through her. Sweet Heaven, the pleasure was incredible. The rays of sensation flashing through her, washing over her, so hot, so deep she wondered if she'd even survive it. Tears were pouring down her face yet she still had not made a sound.
What the fuck was this? He asked himself. He didn't want to leave her there. He had to force himself as he looked at Nick and said, "Let’s get a drink". Halfway across the room he stopped, took a deep breath, and grabbed the throw off the chair went back and threw it over her. He grit his teeth at his behavior and her almost catatonic state. Then turned to where Nick was standing, having already washed his hands of her fluids, he was pouring the brandy into two snifters.
Nick handed him a brandy then grinned. "Be careful my old friend, this one is more important to you than the others have been". Kink looked at him in disgust, "yeah, right, what are you smoking"? Nick laughed heartily, then with a big grin said, "Yeah right, I always see you bring a punishment to an early close, making your competitive self-lose a bet in the process. Not to mention the whole cover routine". While Kink scoffed at Nick's comments his mind was working. Worse than any of the obvious signs Nick had noticed was the issue with his cock. He had the normal reaction to the idea of punishing a sub at the beginning, his cock rising in his leathers.
As it had progressed for the first time in thirty years, the usual enjoyment in the proceedings’ had subsided. He had started to worry about her. Damn it, he would complete her punishment, he would not lighten up. He would inflict the pain warranted by her smart mouth and decided lack of respect for his position.
To Be Continued
I'll get her tits tied while we are waiting then". Nick reached down for the silk Japanese rope. He had already accumulated all the various toys he would be employing. He quickly bound her beautiful and quite substantial tits in a complicated set of loops and knots that drew them both up tight and standing at full attention. She had practiced having her tits tied, she liked how it felt. She moaned slightly as he drew the rope up a little tighter and then gave her nipples a quick pinch and twist.
She closed her eyes to try to block out that she was being taken by a man she had never seen or even spoken to before. Her mind swirled in a panoply of random thoughts. Prior to this her life had been circumspect. She hadn't taken a lover since college. In her position, even a touch of scandal could destroy her. She had occasionally been referred to as the Ice Queen by a disgruntled wannabe lover but better that than a whore or a slut. In politics the game was as much about destroying the other guy as it was about doing anything for the people. Now here she was, tied to a cross, to be abused by a complete stranger. What the hell was wrong with her? Why had she put herself in this place? The fault couldn't be shifted to him, he hadn't come looking for her, she had searched him out. She had even encouraged the mind games, playing out the scenarios, enjoying the few times she bested him even if it was a temporary win. Oh God, she was scared. Could she ever come back from this place? Or was it a one way street to her destruction? One she had willingly searched out and turned down.
Using his thumbs to hold her open Nick leaned over, bent down and blew his warm moist breath over her cunt. "I'll have this cunt squirting soon kitten" He reached up to run his nails over the hard mounds of her tied tits, his thumbs flicking over her nipples. Against her conscious desire her traitoress body reacted on its own, her nipples getting rock hard in seconds. "Just a little something to help you feel little girl", Nick said as he attached covered alligator clips to each nipple. A slight shiver coursed through her body and her stomach reacted with the feeling of butterflies. Nick then reached for and turned on the Hatachi Wand, his instrument of choice for this project and brought it up, almost but not quite touching her clit. He would start on low but rapidly increase the vibration.
Master K looked at the clock, "Time", he stated as he nodded to Nick. His eyes left Nick to look back at her face. "Open your eyes slut and keep them open, you will look at me and you will not make a sound. Complete silence or I will add a gag and increase the punishment ". Her eyes were like windows to her emotions, hurt feelings coming across the strongest, alternating with fear and anger. He could care less about her hurt feelings at this point in time. She was a cunt, a whore, a slut something to be used and it was damn well time, in fact past time she be taught her proper place. On the other hand he felt the first stirrings of his cock as he saw the intense fear, the dread flashing there. He had to admit she had an inner strength, certainly more than many of the sluts that had passed through his doors. Faceless, nameless bodies he had used, abused and discarded. She would not be one of that multitude. She had staked out her own piece of ground in his world and no matter what the end of the story proved to be, she would be remembered. She didn't falter, she kept her eyes open and on him as he required.
Nick put the wand against her clit, the low vibration causing her to catch her breath. As soon as she had adjusted to the vibration he raised the level on the wand halfway. She felt her body start to tingle with a mixture of anticipation and dread. She may not have had a lover in years but she had played the games Master K had laid out for her. She had indulged in almost daily masturbation which meant her body was primed for this. It was going to be next to impossible not to cum. The intensity of the vibrator increased and Nick inserted two fingers into her very wet cunt and started fucking her with them. She could feel the juices running from her pussy to the crack of her ass.
She didn't know what time they had set for her. All she knew was if she came within the limits Master K would be inflicting the punishment, if she held out it would be Nick. She didn't know his preferred methods at all. At least she had an idea what Master K was like. Mixed up in all the thoughts pummeling her was that she didn't want to disappoint him. How fucked up was that? She was about to get tortured and she was concerned she'd disappoint him, fuck that, that was crazy! So much for knowing her own mind, it was a muddled mess. On top of that the fingers stimulating her were increasing her need to use the bathroom.
Master K looked at the clock, "fifty strokes", he stated calmly. "Nick, what are you going to use tonight if you win"? "I'd like to use that new fiber rod I got but it leaves some hellacious marks, you ok with that"? It's pretty much up to her at this point", replied K, "she knows what the rules are". "She came to me because she was fascinated with the chain flogger", K grinned, "So I think that will be the correct choice for me to use on her".
Even knowing it was a mind game they were playing with her, her thoughts raced more feverishly as they discussed what they would inflict, implements they would use. Her breathing was more of a panting now, a warm tingling flush infused her body spreading out from her center to her fingertips as the inevitable orgasm raced to its crescendo. Nick increased the speed to its highest setting on the vibrator as well as the speed with which he was impaling her, now using three fingers.
"One hundred strokes," K intoned, watching her. She wasn't going to make it, he could read the signs. She was very close to cuming ". As always she had conducted herself well. She hasn't begged, cried or pleaded. All three more normal than her stoic silence. She was at one hundred and thirty strokes, he couldn’t let it go on any longer, she was too inexperienced, as it was he would make sure the strike zones were as varied as possible. He walked over to stand behind her head. He grasped the alligator clips on her tits with each hand squeezing them tighter for several seconds. With a nod to Nick and holding them tight he grasped the chain between them and yanked them off.
The instant of pain was the catalyst she needed and her body strained against the belts that had her cinched into place, all her muscles clenching tightly with the powerful orgasm rocketing through her. Sweet Heaven, the pleasure was incredible. The rays of sensation flashing through her, washing over her, so hot, so deep she wondered if she'd even survive it. Tears were pouring down her face yet she still had not made a sound.
What the fuck was this? He asked himself. He didn't want to leave her there. He had to force himself as he looked at Nick and said, "Let’s get a drink". Halfway across the room he stopped, took a deep breath, and grabbed the throw off the chair went back and threw it over her. He grit his teeth at his behavior and her almost catatonic state. Then turned to where Nick was standing, having already washed his hands of her fluids, he was pouring the brandy into two snifters.
Nick handed him a brandy then grinned. "Be careful my old friend, this one is more important to you than the others have been". Kink looked at him in disgust, "yeah, right, what are you smoking"? Nick laughed heartily, then with a big grin said, "Yeah right, I always see you bring a punishment to an early close, making your competitive self-lose a bet in the process. Not to mention the whole cover routine". While Kink scoffed at Nick's comments his mind was working. Worse than any of the obvious signs Nick had noticed was the issue with his cock. He had the normal reaction to the idea of punishing a sub at the beginning, his cock rising in his leathers.
As it had progressed for the first time in thirty years, the usual enjoyment in the proceedings’ had subsided. He had started to worry about her. Damn it, he would complete her punishment, he would not lighten up. He would inflict the pain warranted by her smart mouth and decided lack of respect for his position.
To Be Continued
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