Pain and Pleasure

[Countess DeWinter]

I woke by degrees, my world slowly coming into focus. I became aware of darkness first, then realized I was blindfolded. Warmth came next, but the faint sound of a nearby fire answered that mystery.
My limbs felt strangely weighted and some moving around revealed that my arms and legs were bound in some manner so that I couldn't bring my arms to cover my breasts or press my thighs together.
Panic started to flood my brain, but I took a few deep breaths and scoured my memory for anything that might explain why I was here. All I could roust from the dark empty closet my memory had become were the vague impressions of a dance floor, several friends both old and new and pulsating music. There'd been talk, I think, about trying out a new club across town.....then nothing.
I heard shuffling to my left, then again to my right. My breathing quickened and I turned my head from side to side trying to catch another scrap of sound that might identify where I was.
Soft low masculine laughter answered my searching ears.
"She awakens."


OOC: Okay...this is the first time I've started a thread like this (not for someone specific ) but here it is. I'm interested in someone who can (descriptively) make a woman quiver at his feet and beg him to fuck her silly.
I also left room for more than one "tormenter" who doesn't HAVE to be a man

 

[sex-maniac69]

Hell Ill play if its alright.

 

[Countess DeWinter]

OOC: I'm interested in someone who can (descriptively) make a woman quiver at his feet and beg him to fuck her silly.

So long as you can do that *pointing up* I'm more than happy to play with you.

 

[Kepic]

OOC: I'll give this a shot, if that's okay with you CdW. This isn't my usual style, so I'd appreciate being able to give it some practive.

IC:
I watched her squirm for a few moments, testing the restraints that held her ankles and wrists firmly to the corners of the low cross-shaped table, which had been built for just such a purpose.

It was set up by the crackling fireplace, which cast a gently flickering light over her wonderful body, accenting her graceful curves, and as I cast my eyes over her, I touched a finger to my lips, pondering where to begin.

"Delightful" I murmured, just loud enough for her to hear, before approaching, the soft carpet beneath my naked feet surely a stark contrast to the cold iron against which she was chained to.

I knelt down to her right, and leaned forward, pressing my mouth against her ear.

"There is only one rule - you only speak if you are asked to speak, and then you will answer swiftly, and politely. If you break this rule, you will be punished. Do you understand?" I whispered.

 

[Countess DeWinter]

"Delightful."

I barely heard his voice, he spoke so softly. What could be so delightful? My body trembled, from fear and cold. Suddenly, his face was beside mine and, his mouth on my ear. His hot breath sent shards of pleasure through my body in complete contrast to the pain of my bonds.

"There is only one rule - you only speak if you are asked to speak, and then you will answer swiftly, and politely. If you break this rule, you will be punished. Do you understand?"

"Yes," I said in a tremulous whisper after a long moment's hesitation.

Sssnnaaaaaaappp!! I cried out as I felt a sharp stinging pain on the inside of my thigh.

"Yes, what?" he demanded.


OOC: Kepic, we've posted together once, briefly, and I am quite excited to have the chance to do it again.

 

[Kepic]

OOC: I'll try to do my best then, Countess! *humble bow* No wait, I'm supposed to be the dom here...


She cried out from the snap of the leather strap I had brought swiflty down against her delicate skin, the red mark it left on one of her inside thighs almost seeming to glow briefly in the firelight before it faded.

"Yes, what?" I said sternly. In response, she whimpered, and pulled at her bonds once more.

Again, I brought down the strap with a sharp crack, and again she cried out.

"Yes, what?" I repeated.

 

[Countess DeWinter]

"Yes, what?" he repeated a second time.

The fire pain burning on my thigh was more than I'd ever experienced before, but, laying as I was - naked before his eyes - also producing a strange pleasurable sensation between my thighs.

I gained control of my voice and whispered, "Yes, Master."

"That's better," he intoned, "but next time, I want to be able to hear you better."
I started to speak, but remembered that I was not allowed to do so unless asked, so I kept my mouth shut. I struggled against my bonds again as I felt his fingers trace over what must surely be angry red welts on my inner thigh, his fingers brushing over my sensitive skin.
His tongue trailed behind his finger, making my head spin in confusion.

 

[Kepic]

I smiled as she inhaled, her lips parting briefly to speak, but then those ruby lips came together again quickly. She seemed to be learning nicely.

Moving around to stand between her spread slender legs, I bent down to take a closer look at her sexlips, and saw that they glistened slightly. Arousal? I smiled again, then touched the inside of her thighs, where I had stung her with the strap short moments ago.

Her body jerked at my touch, and as I traced my fingers over her soft skin, I followed the pattern I wove with the tip of my tongue, leaving a wet trail of my saliva behind. I continued up her body, to the underside of her right breast, then stepped away.

Turning from her, ignoring her faint gasp of relief - or perhaps disappointment? - I strode to a low dark-varnished table nearby, arranged upon which were a number of toys for the inflicting of pain or bringing of pleasure on a silver tray.

A tall glass of red wine stood at its edge, and after taking a sip, I glanced over at her so gloriously displayed helpless body.

Looking back to the items, I selected a pair of nipple-clamps, then returned to my guest, gazing at her well-rounded orbs, rising and falling with her soft breaths, admiring the almost perfect nipples that topped them.

Leaning over her, I ran a hand gently over her left breast, till I reached the nipple at its peak. Pinching twisting and pulling it between thumb and forefinger, I teased it until it stood erect. Only a single moan escaped her lips - then she kept her mouth tightly closed. She obviously did not want to give me the satisfaction of her sounds of pleasure. Well, that could wait.

Letting go, I swiftly attached one of the nipple-clamps, its tight grip a contrast to my own touch moments before, then ran my fingers slowly, softly over her skin, down the slope of her left breast, through the valley between it and its proud neighbour, and up again till I reached her other nipple.

Flicking the nub with my tongue once, I began to tease it as the last.

 

[Countess DeWinter]

He was silent. My ears strained to hear even faster breathing for some indication of his thoughts, his intentions. I couldn't even hear his footfalls on the floor.
Suddenly, I felt the heat of his body between my legs and I felt my face flame knowing what he was probably looking at. His tongue touching my skin made me nearly leap out of my skin. My whole body trembled as he wound his tongue up to my breasts. I didn't know what to expect, but it wasn't the delicious teasing of his fingers and tongue on my nipples. Fearing punishment, I kept my mouth tightly closed, but it cost me...I feared I would bite a hole in my lip.
I was just letting the shivers of heat consume me when the teasing pressure became much stronger - to the point of pain. He leisurely clamped my other nipple. The pain was like a slow burn that languidly flowed to my pussy, making me so wet I could begin to feel my juices leaking out of me and trickling down the crack of my ass. I felt his body heat between my legs again and held my breath, waiting for his touch.
I was expecting his touch, but instead felt him tugging on the chain connecting my nipples, making tears pool in my eyes. I cried out involuntarily and heard him chuckle, then felt the heat of his skin as he brushed against my tenderized inner thigh.

 

[Kepic]

I pulled at the thin silver chain that connected the two nipple clamps, bringing a sharp cry from her sweet lips.

Turning my attention downwards, I saw that she was indeed aroused, some of her juices running down from her faintly swollen pussy lips.

I placed the palm of my right hand upon her there, feeling the warmth, then slipped a digit briefly inside, stroking up just inside her slit, nudging her clitoris.

Stepping away again, licking that probing finger, I returned to the table, and picked up a short black slender vibrator from the tray, which had black cords hanging from its base which could be tied and wound about the hips to keep it in place once inserted, though I left it silent for now, not wishing to reveal to her what was coming, just yet.

Following my earlier path, I crossed the plush carpet, to stand between her legs again. Easing the vibrator inside of her slowly, I reached up and tugged on the chain once more, before tying the toy firmly in its alloted place, the cords biting into her skin.

 

[Countess DeWinter]

I didn't know what to expect. Would his next touch bring be pain...or pleasure?
I couldn't keep my gasps of surprise silent when his hand cupped my sex and his finger dipped inside to tap my clit. I thought I would explode from the surprise and ecstacy of it. I wiggled my hips, trying to find more of his touch, but he must have stepped away.

Without warning, I felt something sliding inside my pussy. My face flamed with the humiliation of its easy entry. I must be dripping wet! To have him see me like that was almost more than I could bear. He fastened the device in place with ties which bit painfully into my skin - tying then perhaps tighter than need be.
Before I could remember the consequences, I cried out, "Oh please! no!!!"
When I realized that I had spoken without permission, I held my breath and prayed that he hadn't heard.

 

[Kepic]

"You seem to need a reminder of the golden rule" I spoke out clearly, taking up the leather strap and walking around to her right side.

"You will repeat it, after me, word for word" I said, "now, repeat : I will only speak if I am asked to speak."

"I will only -" she began, as the first lash came down across her stomach, causing her to gasp out.

"Carry on" I ordered. Tears were trickling down her cheeks from beneath the blindfold.

"Speak if I am -" she continued, after a sharp intake of breath, though I interrupted her once more. Ssnnaaaaaaaaapp! sounded the strap as it struck against her again, leaving a red line next to its predecessor.

"Please, please stop!" she cried out.

I sighed audibly. "Now, you will have to start again" I said, calmly. "Now, repeat : I will only speak if I am asked to speak."

"I will only speak -"

Sssnnnaaaaaaaaappp! came the strap, leaving the third line, but this time she gritted her teeth and continued quickly. "if I am asked to speak."

"Very good" I said. "This might help you concentrate more" I said, reaching down between her thighs and twisting the base of the vibrator, turning it on.

At the almost soothing hum of the toy, I continued. "Repeat : and I will answer swiftly, and politely. If I break this rule, I will be punished."

I raised the strap up high again.

[Edited by Kepic on 01-23-2001 at 11:41 AM]

 

[Countess DeWinter]

"Repeat : and I will answer swiftly, and politely. If I break this rule, I will be punished."

"I will answer..."
I tried to stiffle my sobs, but was only partially successful. And yet, in the midst of the pain, I realized that I wasn't suffering unduly. At worst I would have a bruise.
"...swiftly and politely..."
I shook my head, trying to clear it. Since he turned on the vibrator, I couldn't concentrate. Gradually, the feeling grew from just a pleasant humming to torment hovering just below the threshold I needed to climax. Undoubtedly he knew this.
"...if I break this rule..."
I gasped again, trying to twist or writhe enough to find some release, but found none. I gasped and panted, almost forgetting what I was supposed to say. The sound of leather hissing through the air recalled it to me immediately, but my words,
"I will be punished!"
were not fast enough to forestall the sharp stinging of the strap on my skin.
My voice ended on a scream, but not one wholly of pain. The edge of the strap had struck my mound and had vibrated my clit enough to bring me to the very brink of orgasm.
"Oh god!!" I gasped out, vaguely aware that I had broken the rule again; only vaguely caring.

 

[Kepic]

She was past arousal, and almost on the brink of cumming. Her body arched as much as it could within the binding constraints, as she cried out "Oh god!"

But with a quick turn of the slender black toy's base, the hum vanished, and her release was forestalled. I watched her gasping, listening to her breathing recover, her body trembling.

"Not only do you speak without my consent" I said, untying the cords that held the vibrator in place, "but you take the lords name in vain."

The vibrator was slick with her juices, and as I brought the vibrator up to her mouth, drops splashed down from it against her skin.

"Now, clean this" I said, pressing the tip of the phallic toy to her mouth, rubbing some of her own juices across her lips.

 

[Countess DeWinter]

NO!!!
I heard my mind screaming, but somehow managed to keep silent. The pressure had built to...nothing. No thudering crescendo of ecstacy. No climax. No relief.
I lay panting, barely able to hear him over my own breathing, when I felt something rubbing across my lips. Instinctively I closed my lips and tried to turn my head. "Clean this" he said at the same time I realized what it was.
From the heat I felt, I imagine my face was in flames, but I was too aroused to argue. I let my lips part to accept the vibrator. I licked out and tasted myself.

Somewhere in the haze of lust that fogged my brain, I decided to accept my torture. Somehow, I realized that when the release did finally come, it would be sweeter than any previous. But on the way...

When he took the vibrator out of my mouth, I took a deep breath and moaned, "Please..."

 

[Kepic]

"Please" she murmured, as I pulled the black vibrator out of her mouth. She had sucked on it almost with gusto. This woman was truly was delightful.

Snnaaaaaaaaappp! went the leather strap against her again, this time aimed upon the underside of her left breast.

"What you want is irrelevant" I said. "You are here to serve. To obey."

Snnnaaaaaaappp!, against the underside of her right breast.

"The sooner you come to terms with that, perhaps the sooner I might allow you your respite. But you must earn it. However, I am feeling generous. I will allow you to speak, now. Or rather, beg. Show me your humility, slave."

I walked back to the table, and took another sip of my wine, before returning. I had placed the leather strap back in its place neatly on the silver tray, and had brought back with me a reed cane.

Thwaaaaaaaaaaak! I struck her left buttock, with the canes tip, then again against her right cheek.

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Each stripe on my breast was like liquid fire. And with each stripe, my nipples got harder and my pussy got wetter.
Suddenly he stopped and I gasped, tears sliding down my cheek.

"The sooner you come to terms with that, perhaps the sooner I might allow you your respite. But you must earn it. However, I am feeling generous. I will allow you to speak, now. Or rather, beg. Show me your humility, slave."

My ears strained to hear something, anything that would tell me what he was doing. Then I felt the burning sting of something firm on my ass.

"Please, sir," I began, trying to control the tremor in my voice. "I promise to do whatever you ask. Please unbind me."

I had never begged before, for anything. I was afraid it showed.

 

[Renagade78]

a reply to that tanalizing thread

your mind is starting to clear and you relize that a man is standing next to you. what do you know about me he asks in a booming tone. nothing i know nothing you manage to stammer. your mind race with the possiblity that your about to be very involved. the man sits down on a chair just out of your sight range. so miss dewinter what is on your mind to day?? or should i dispense with the pleasantrys and just do what i came here to do? you start to panic ,to do what he came here to do and just what might that be? your legs quiver maybe he means sex or something else,,, he undresses and stands so you can see everything but his face, you glance down his hard muscley chest, past his bely buton and there is a rock hard pole standing at attention. your juices flow. he blind folds your eyes and begins.
your thighs quiver as you feel his hot breath on your pussy lips ummmm your thinking i am really going to like this..;-)
his tounge glides along the wet crack of your lips your quivering. ummm his tounge parts you hot lip snad it darts in side and you buck to greet him. suddenly his tounge is all over in your pussy you feel a warmth wash over you and then your nipples get sucked and played with gently, now wow you think this guy is either really good or there is two persons in here. he brings you back to his attention by sucking on your erect clit and flips his tounge across it and the electricity shoot throughout your body. your wet and pulsating now.. his hounge perices your flesh and you can feel every lick and move and you rise your hips to greet him uoooohmmmmm you moan yess ... he stop and runs his tip of his tounge up and down the outside of you swollen lips and every now and then darts in for a quick taste............. will it continue?? e-mail me to get more alot more e-mail at renagade21@eudoramail.com i got alot more where that came from

 

[Countess DeWinter]

This is a new one for me.

Kepic, please continue, I'll deal with our 'guest' later.

 

[Kepic]

She couldn't see the smile that played on my lips at her plea. "Very well" I said, and proceeded to do as she had asked.

At least, to an extent.

Collecting a few garments for her from a chest beneath the table, I unbound her left ankle, and slipped onto her slender foot the first shoe, which had been measured for her, or at least, measured to be half a size too tight. A few straps bound the shoe solidly in place on her foot.

The heel spike was almost as long as her foot - and its point was barely an inch from where her toes would touch the floor. This she would soon discover on trying to stand.

After fitting her second shoe, I undid the chains that held her wrists against the X-shaped iron latice, but, as she began to struggle, I tightened the short length of chain between them, pinning her arms up above her head, the backs of her hands pressed together. I then tied a black leather restraint about her elbows, to prevent her from bending her arms. A short length of chain between the two shoes would serve its purpose in forcing her to take short steps - something which the high heels would also require of her, if she was to try walking.

"Very well, I'll let you stretch your legs for a few minutes. Get to your feet" I snapped.

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Without using my arms, I struggled to stand. I could feel my feet imprisoned into too-tight heels, but when I finally stood, discovered they were impossibly high as well.
I tottered unsteadily, unable to use my arms for balance.
I put my left foot out to take a step, but something stopped my full stride, my ankle twisted slightly and I started to fall. I screamed, until I felt strong arms holding me up.
I let my weight fall against him and shivered from the sensation of my breasts rubbing against his chest.

 

[Kepic]

She stumbled, as I expected she would, and I caught her before she fell too far, just far enough for her to let out a shriek.

"Try again" I said, righting her. Stepping back, I watched as she took another faltering step, and again stumble, and again I caught her.

This time, I led her over to where a hook hung from a strong chain that wound over a pulley above, attaching it to the chain between her hands, then raised her so that she was held almost completely upright.

"Again" I instructed.

 

[Countess DeWinter]

By allowing my weight to rest on my arms suspended above my head, I was able to take a few halting steps. The chain between my ankles kept my steps very timid and short, but I was able to go a few feet before I began to tilt backward due to the bindings on my arms.
With a little help from my captor, I was able, finally, to stand unaided.

I opened my mouth to speak, but caught myself just in time with only a squeak escaping my lips. I held my breath, listening for his reaction. I imagined I must look a sight: my ass accentuated by the heels, also causing my breasts to thrust out capped by chained nipples. My body was doubtless striped red from the whippings.

And yet, he seemed oblivious to it, to me. A tremor of fear began to inch its way up my spine. What did he want with me?

 

[Kepic]

I watched her as she began to find her feet, at last, her balance improving. I lowered her a little, and took away the chains from between her feet, so I could slide the horse beneath her.

The horse was my nickname for a frame, upon which a vibrator was mounted - the horses saddle, so to speak. I carefully adjusting the frames height, so that the tip of the vibrator would buzz at the very base of her slit, barely touching her skin, once turned on.

Then, another ceiling hook I attached to the chain between her breasts. If she pushed down, it would pull on her now swollen nipples, the other end of the chain weighted over its pulley above.

Refixing the chains of her shoes to the base of the horse, I turned on the vibrator, and went to the table to take another sip of the wine, turning to watch how she would react to the conflicting stimuli.

 

[Countess DeWinter]

"Aaaaahhhhhh!!!" I cried out in pain/pleasure.

So desperately did I want the stimulation of my clit that I allowed my swollen nipples to be tugged and pulled. Soon, however, I couldn't stand the pain and raised up off the vibrator.

Tears slid down my cheeks as I alternated between the two sensations. My nipples were on fire, but I couldn't let my body settle on the vibrator long enough to find the release I do badly wanted.
Finally, I cried out, "Please!! Please, I'll do anything. Anything! Just let me cum."

I could hear the abject humiliation in my voice, but I didn't care.