Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... from sweat. Cum crusted her entire face. Her thighs were also coated in a mixture of drying fluids starting to turn white and chalky. Smeared blood tracks descended in jagged lines running from her breasts and torso and hips. The needles impaling her from tits to cunt glinted. Their colorful end caps produced an appealing geometry of whorls and chevrons. The session had produced an impressive display in the canvas of her velvet skin. She lay still, waiting he imagined, for whatever would happen next.

She must be exhausted. She's flying now but tomorrow is going to be rough. But still I bet she's laying there wanting more of everything, cock, canes, needles... whatever. As she will tomorrow also. Recuperative powers like I've never seen. Do I feed her masochism to her capacity, or impose some kind of restraint just because it seems like there should be some limit? Frankly, I feels like she's just a black hole.

"Claire!"

Claire was jerked from subspace by the sound of Mr. Lester's voice commanding her attention.

"Yes Sir?"

"How do you feel slave?"

Slave... Claire let the term resonate through the vast emptiness of her semi-consciousness.Slave. Yes, I'm a sex slave; a slave to sex and pain; Mr. Lester's slave... Slave...

Claire! Answer me Claire! How do you feel?"

"Wonderful Sir, if I pleased you. Am I forgiven for messing up my tests now? Really, I tried cum as much as possible. Was, uh, was I... I mean, did I cum enough, Sir? Did your guests enjoy my ...

... performance? Am I forgiven, Sir? Please?"

"Slave Claire, your "punishment" is still underway. But it is not for me to forgive your priorities. We can speak more of this tomorrow. For now, be assured that I am pleased with your effort tonight. Many guests had their perspectives on dominance and submission... expanded by your orgasms and your tortures. Those guests entitled to abuse you this evening have all had their opportunity for satisfaction. We'll remove the needles you're wearing and put you to bed."

Claire felt a warm gratitude well up inside her. "Thank you, Sir."

"You might want to wait before you thank me slave. That's a lot of needles you're wearing and for enthusiasts of this particular fetish, removing them can be almost as fun as sticking them in. I dare say you'll be entertaining us all for a while longer yet."

While Mr. Lester spoke, "enthusiasts" had indeed been quietly gathering around Claire, admiring their earlier work. As he finished his warning they chuckled appreciatively. Claire shivered. She'd sort of forgotten the needles studding her body. Realizing the vultures had circled and that another round of pain and humiliation was imminent scared her a little bit. More important was the difference in Mr. Lester.

Before, he'd been sort of like a stern father figure. Kinky yes and to be sure, a man who fucked her ass and beat her tits and gave her to other men and women to be used. But for all that he used her, he'd saved her. He understood and ...