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Pain Slut

... until he began to soften. I looked up in his eyes and could see a softer look on his face than I had previously noted.

We both collapsed after my effort was complete. He was panting heavily and said that was the best blowjob he’d ever had. He said I was incredible. My cunt began to tingle at his words. I got up and wiped my face. I poured more wine for us but was quite anxious to get to the session in the playroom. After we finished our wine, he said, “OK, let’s get started with your treatment”. I was more eager than I thought I could be after the pain I endured last weekend. But I was also excited to see what boundaries I might cross with tonight’s session.

He had me bound, ankles and wrists, just like last week. Of course, this time, I was wearing metal rings in my nipples, and both labias. I could only imagine what he would do with them already in place and ready to be used. After I was strapped in and immobile, he pulled on each of my nipple rings. He wiggled them and told me the rings were lovely and I should be proud of them. I told him I had stopped wearing a bra so that they would be obvious to anyone who saw me. He liked that idea and stretched them out to an impossible length. I was not prepared for this level of pain so abruptly and nearly passed out.

My Dom attached chains to my nipple rings and pulled them taunt, stretching them out to the full length that I thought they could go without tearing flesh. He hooked the chains to the bar above me. He ...

... admired my ability to take this pain. He then pulled a riding crop from a shelf and popped it on my breasts. It stung and left a red welt on me in every spot that it landed. He repeated the popping, and I was dizzy from the light pain. The crop stung just enough to force my breasts to buzz with sensations. I could not pull away to avoid the crop hitting me without causing more pain from the nipple rings. My skin was almost beet red from where the leather crop was striking me. He could tell I was about to cum, so he abruptly stopped. He could sense my orgasm and did not want me to cum so soon or so easily. I would have to work at receiving more pain before I could have an orgasm, he explained.

He moved down to my crotch to secure my labias to the thigh restraints, like last weekend. My cunt lips were pulled apart and I felt exposed and violated from the ease at which he was able to spread me. I loved this violation. He pulled out his leather riding crop and popped my clit with it. I was not expecting it and the pain shot thru my loins like I had been electrocuted. I cursed loudly as my body reacted to the sudden pain. He smiled. And popped me again. Over and over, until I was screaming for him to stop. I was struggling against my bindings trying to find a way to get away from his torturing attention. But I could not move much for fear of ripping my nipple rings out. I finally had a massive orgasm from the onslaught, then I begged him to stop. He finally did, then slowly rubbed my ...