Beauty and Her Beast Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

Beauty and Her Beast Ch. 02

... you to some heavier play. Well, I mean, the cane wasn't very light, but this will be similar, just a more sensitive area."

I am at a loss for words. Pray tell, what did he mean by heavier? Was caning stripes in purple marks on my ass, thighs, and tits not enough? What about the needles on my back? And the clamps on my breasts and labia? I could feel my heart thumping, and I'm glad I was secured to this star and it was secured to the wall, because I felt like falling at his feet in fear.

"Oh, don't look so scared, little kitten. I thought about sewing your little pussy closed - wouldn't that besuch fun - but I decided on something more simple. Don't worry," he coos "I'll sew you shut another time." My eyes are so wide it hurts. This is insane. He's crazy. Who else but an absolutely mad physician would want to sew someone's vagina closed? And for what, to see what would happen, and how I'd react? It's the meanest thing I can imagine, more horrible than anything out of a horror movie. How sadistic. I laugh. Of course, he's a sadist, tempered by his subsiding guilt and increasing love.

"Oh good, you're not so scared. Good job, kitten. I've got this little flogger and whip here, and I'm going to whip your little pussy. Now, it might be red and sore later today. When I'm done, I won't be able to fuck it, which makes me a bit sad. And that will be all the training my small kitty cat gets for this weekend." Then he takes the knife again, and uses it to caress my face. Even ...

... with daylight streaming through the windows, he manages to make the atmosphere thick with twisted darkness.

And so, he uses the flogger between my legs, bringing blood to my surface so that evil little whip will feel worse. One. Two. Three - and I inhale - four - exhale. Five, and I nearly giggle.

"Jess, are you a pain slut who needs her holes pounded and her body tortured?" He's holding the little whip.

"Yes, sir, I am a pain slut who needs her holes pounded and her body tortured."

"Good girl." And then, I laugh. It's magic, those two little words, it makes me so happy when he says them.

And while I'm still high on that laughter, he uses his whip to slice a stripe of pain dead-center of my open pussy. I hear myself as if from far away, and the laughter ends on a shriek. Oh, that's why he needs ashort whip, so he can have very precise control and cause pain in such a small, tight area. I shriek again when his whip makes contact with my clit. It burns with heat, and when I close my eyes, everything is fiery red with pain. And almost immediately, my mindflew. It was like I was in outer space, on a literal star, watching my body and hearing my shrieks and laughter. I don't even notice I'm crying until I feel the wetness on my face. Was I orgasming in pain? I couldn't tell, because I was so far gone. Right, left, back to my clit.

I screamed with laughter, then felt my mind go from fire red to black and empty. Left, right, center again, and I felt my hips thrust ...