A Test of Pain - Sex Stories

A Test of Pain

... making sure my nails bit sharply into her flesh, I brought my lips close so that my breath would tickle her ear as I whispered. "Now,” I said, “you are mine.” A shiver ran through her body and she moaned around her gag. I stepped away and let her get a feel for the position. If everything went right, I had every intention of keeping her there for a while. Walking around to the side of the bed, she watched me as I dug around in the bottom of my bag. I knew what she expected, but I noticed the small plastic box and remembered what was inside of it. You did give me some leeway to do as I want. I removed the box and placed it on the bed, enjoying her expression of surprise. The box came open and her eyes widened upon seeing what was inside. I smiled, taking two of the small metal clips and walking towards you. “ These are for a little extra fun.” She moaned as I tightened them onto her hard nipples. I gave them a little twist to call out more sounds of pleasure before returning to my bag, where I found my original targets. My left hand found a simple crop, drawing it slowly from the bag. Her eyes followed my every movement as I put on a show. With my crop in hand, I reached in again with my right and pulled out a leather cat 'o nine tails. She held her gaze to my tools, knowing her fate. Without a word I walked behind her and out of sight. Stepping in behind her, I pressed myself close and whispered into her ear. “I'm going to hurt you.” A smile was suppressed as I observe her ...

... tremble in anticipation. “I'm going to hurt you,” I repeated with a lower tone, “and you're going to enjoy every bit of it.” She moaned as I ran the tip of my crop up her inner thigh, caressing her lightly. “Do you know why you are going to enjoy it?” Another moan left her, and she nodded. “That's right, you do. Because you're a slut. A pain slut.” “Mmhmm,” she mumbled around her gag. “You know what else you are?” She shook her head, moaning as the shaft of my crop ran between her pussy lips. “You are my slut.” I pulled my crop back, striking her ass gently. She jumped and a cute little noise escaped her. “You are my pain slut.” The crop came down on her ass again. “And I'm going to prove it.” Taking a step back, I held a stance and began working the flogger. Braided leather kissed her back lightly as it came down at an angle on each side and I struck lightly until her back reddened under my attention. Teasing as much as I was, she took it all well, so when I was finished I took a step forward and struck her ass with my crop again. She jumped, releasing a small squeal before settling back down. “You feel that, my slut?” She nodded. “I am marking your body as mine.” A shiver ran through her as she moaned, and I took a step back to begin flogging her again. I raised the intensity, pushing her pain a little further. She jumped a little each time the leather kissed her, and I kept a close watch on her hands, prepared to end everything the second she raised her signal. She didn't, ...