Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... agony of the torturous clamps. He kept tugging and relaxing the tension, lifting high and then tugging low, keeping her off balance and the clamps constantly pulling one way or another, stretching her nipples savagely to inflict severe pain.

"Alright Jenny, where would you like her positioned?" said Mr. Lester. Claire was a bit surprised that a woman had wagered on the prize of her ownership for a day. But she was too preoccupied with the searing pain coming from her nipples to care much.Just tell him where to go woman! God! This fucking hurts!

A woman Claire had never met, about 40 years old, sturdy, a bit stocky and sporting a full bush of silky blond pubic hair, pointed to an empty spanking bench.

"Just over there please Richard. And could I ask that you please leave the clamps attached?" Mr. Lester jerked hard on the chains, changing direction toward the leather padded bench. Claire minced along, her nipples stretched tight. As she waited for the woman to arrive behind them, she took a moment to assess her more carefully. She was actually very pretty Claire decided. She was naked, interestingly, but was clearly not a submissive. She sported rather thick silver rings in both nipples. Actually, they were the widest rings Claire had ever seen. Claire noticed both her aureoles and her nipples were very red and realized they'd been tattooed a permanent crimson shade. The C-cup breasts hung relaxed yet still firm. Some padding yes, but all told she seemed very fit and ...

... well-toned. Her beige blond hair was coiffed in ringlets and she wore a variety of chains and pendants around her neck that set off the nipple jewelry very nicely. Claire couldn't help thinking that she seemed clothed despite her nakedness, so comfortable did she seem in her skin. And then Claire saw the thin single tail whip strapped at her wrist. Fifteen minutes wasn't really a very long time and Claire got the feeling she'd be getting very little warm up from this woman.

They arrived at the bench and Mr. Lester pulled down forcefully on the chain making Claire flop forward onto the thin padded support bar of the spanking bench. The smell of rich leather registered and Claire found herself responding to the subliminal association of the smell with erotic pain. She spread her legs to match those of the bench, which were fitted with steel rings for binding her legs. The woman arrived and thanked Mr. Lester, indicating that she was ready to take possession of Claire. Mr. Lester departed quietly. Her cool soft hands slid gently across Claire's shoulders and back, ran over Claire's belly chain and touched down again caressing the sticky flesh of her ass. She used both hands and spread Claire's butt cheeks to see her thick anal plug and her swollen, glistening slit.

"Well, well, aren't you just quite the little slut! I'm Jenny by the way" as she ran a finger delicately along the interior of Claire's slick gash. Claire sucked in violently as her moist folds were teased, then ...