Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... always amaze her she thought, that the fusion of pain and pleasure could be so addictive and so rewarding. When she'd first been beaten at her collaring, she'd been amazed that pain would make her come. But over time, she'd come to realize that the mystery went even deeper. It was not simply painand pleasure but a different alchemy ofpainful pleasure that was able to draw out and amplify her sensual response. It was a foreplay beyond measure, delivered with more force than any soft tongue or light touch of vanilla lovemaking could ever equal.

On and on Ben whipped her cunt as Claire rode above the twin impulses to cum and cry out. But Claire had reached a point of submission where cumming without permission was almost unthinkable. The purity of being Ben's pain toy was her sole objective at this point. The hungry demon coiled in her womb was confident that release would eventually be signaled; it had never yet happened that he, or any of her Tops, had not eventually permitted her to come.

In the beginning she'd had trouble controlling her response and had cum prematurely. Then her torture by Mr. Lester had shifted from an erotic nature to chastisement. When she came without permission Mr. Lester's entire energy shifted. Her beatings ceased being erotic. More than the pain from these punishments, which were quickly administered and brutal, it was knowing she'd failed and had displeased her Master that most instructed her in how to avoid the situation in the future. She ...

... quickly came to realize that cumming only with Mr. Lester's permission was so much better.

She'd come torelax into her erotic beatings very quickly; to perceive them not as an avenue to climax, but as a process of perfecting the pleasure of her partner, and thus her own. The pain was there: it hurt when the whip kissed her clit or licked her anus. And a part of her gibbered throughout the whipping, panting in anguish and fought to break through the submission; to howl and thrash and fight her attacker. And the orgasm was omnipresent also, pressing from her womb, each flinch threatening an eruption of ceaseless contractions that would push wave after wave of pleasure crashing through her body, clenching her toes, squeezing her nipples and shooting pure carnal release out the top of her skull. Beyond all those impulses though, was her commitment to serve as the outlet of Ben's need, fortified by knowledge that along the path of her submission to his needs, lay pleasure beyond any she'd ever experienced. And so, she floated while Ben growled, sending his need along the whip's line into her, feeding on the subtle outward signs of the titanic pressures mounting in Claire. He knew she lay suspended in the wash of hugely potent sensations; riding above the pain, fighting off the pleasure. Her stillness was not calmness but rather the most fragile control of forces threatening to rip her apart. Only his deft wielding of the whip, his exquisite sensitivity to her response kept the ...