the Weekend 2 - Sex Stories

the Weekend 2

... began to climax, breathing deeper and more rapidly she began the most intense sexual peak she could remember as he dragged the frame from the nest. With a small brush he swept her clean of the last ants releasing her wrists, then her legs, asking her if she had enjoyed his little friends. She was unable to speak the experience had been so intense she just wanted to have a moment to herself to get back her breath. He smiled, perhaps understanding, perhaps sympathetically, though she doubted it, he smiled again then explained that she had but a few moments before she was to be marked and pierced he suggested she emptied herself. As a reply she walked to the ants nest squatted and began to pee onto her erstwhile tormenters. Her bladder empty she walked to him and to his surprise kissed him full on the lips, whispering to him that “he must do whatever he needed to do for her husband and for her marriage, and she hoped he would stay in touch after this weekend, during which she had, had more intense climaxes than ever before.” He took her hand and led her to the table, on which she lay on her back like a sacrifice. He offered to secure her, as the process was to be very painful, but she refused saying “he must do what he must do though if she was unable to stay still he must secure her if that`s what it took.” He leant forward, suckling her nipple, tasting a faint tang of honey, sweet and tangy; from his bag he produced a needle, a bottle of antiseptic, some swabs, and a small ...

... disk. She lay back her whole body quaking as he showed her the disc she knew would be in place for the rest of her life. It was similar to a dog collar disk, on which was clearly stamped, her name and her husbands, under that the single word PAINSLUT. She read it twice, nodded to him and slowly opened her legs, saying he was to “do it now” He swabbed the area with the antiseptic, asking “left or right?” She said that “it was his choice and for him to just do it”. Gripped the table edges with white knuckles, as the needle oh so slowly penetrated the left labia, tears filling her eyes, as she began to scream, the needle soon completely through, he stopped the process. She quietened as the initial pain subsided and he slipped the needle out, sliding the ring into the vacant hole that was now bleeding. A pair of pliers appeared in his hand and the deed was done, the ring closed and the dick twinkling in the dimly lit room. She lay still for him to splash the antiseptic on the area again. The sat up nodded at the hazel rod and asked how many strokes was she to receive. He said the number had not been specified he was just to mark her, and he asked how many marks she suggested. She gave it some thought then said as she had been married for 8 years that should be the number as it was for her husband. She then asked was it to be on her backside or where. He answered that her backside was the obvious target, but she shook her head and then got up from the table. “Let`s load the motor as ...