Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... hertoo much.

Not now.

Jim reveled in the dominant joy flooding through him; the freedom from calculation. His next blows were delivered not with concern about going too far, but only about perfecting their delivery to maximize her pain when they landed. It was a subtle shift, but profound. Jim was trusting a kind of unconscious muscle memory now to avoid harm, freeing his conscious intent to cause Claire pain. The inflection crossed that oh so subtle line and he relished his freedom to brutalize Claire's cunt with his kicks.

He saw Claire responding to the energy. She'd joined with him fully in the dance between sadist and masochist. Maybe it was his grunting; sounds of arousal and abandon he was hardly aware of emitting as he savaged her swelling cunt meat. But he saw now that she was trembling. Her body was stiffening with the effort to keep from cumming. He took his time, letting her get on top of the urge to release the orgasm so obviously threatening to erupt. Soon he saw her breathing deepen, the tension of her frame easing. Then he kicked her again, twice, rapidly. Instead of grunting, she hissed, tension back, her chest lifted from the tub as she clenched her fists and struggled not to cum. He gave her another moment to conquer the urge before striking again.

Now she actually cried in frustration, whimpering with the need that gnawed at her. Her whole body shook with the effort of clamping down on the volcanic force threatening to erupt. In a tight high ...

... voice he heard her whispering "oh god, oh god, oh god" as she struggled to contain her need. He bent down, put his lips close to her ear.

"Cum."

"Aaugggh" she wailed. It was permission but not what she'd envisioned. As the orgasm washed through her, she found herself wishing he would have kicked her cunt once more; would have given her one last vicious jolt of pain along with the command to cum! Robbed of the pain, she stood somewhat to the side of her release, wondering what would come next and whether Jim would give her the mind destroying release he'd stolen from her.Intentionally, I'm sure! Prick! The beast in her belly was not soothed.

Her cunt clenched a few more times and then the clear fluid leaking down her thighs slowed and stopped. She became very conscious of the piss she was lying in, and now that she was past the erotic peak brought on by her degradation and pain, she felt somewhat revolted by the acrid stench that seemed to emanate from every inch of her skin and hair. But she felt certain Jim wanted her to stay right where she was. She would not lift herself out of the piss unless ordered to.

Claire concentrated on her post orgasmic buzz, the throbbing of her tortured swollen cunt. As she lay in the moist yellow wetness the thought came to her that it was her obligation to make the degradation good for her Master. She told herself, it didn't really matter what she felt about urine. It was sex. She'd had all manner of bodily fluids smeared on her ...