The full story of me and Mr. Davis - Sex Stories

The full story of me and Mr. Davis

... reluctant to introduce him to the world of bondage and pain. But I wanted him to beat me in the worst way. Just like the song says, “hurts so good”. I knew the pain would hurt so good. The question was would he willingly hurt me?

I told him to wait 10 minutes before he came into the spare bedroom. I quickly stripped down and tied my ankles to the ropes connected to the legs at the foot of the bed. I had previously attached ropes to the headboard with loops ready for my wrists. I laid out the nipple and pussy clamps, along with the whip and the ball gag. Oh, and I also bought a giant black dildo. All these toys were on the nightstand. I had the lights off and a few candles burning to set the mood. I told him to take his clothes off and come in.

To say Mr. Davis was taken aback by the scene would be an understatement. He was stunned. But I told him, as I lay prone on the bed, that I had been wanting this all my adult life. I just did not know I wanted it. He said “OK”.

I told him to tie my wrists with the ropes, which he did. He then carefully placed a nipple clamp on each nipple. They hurt like hell at first, then the pain morphed into a searing pleasure. There was a chain that connected the two nipple clamps which Mr. Davis tugged on causing me to squeal in agony and pleasure. Mr. Davis was beginning to get the hang of this new activity.

He was not sure what I wanted to try next, so I told him to use the riding crop on me. It was a short, springy whip with a ...

... small leather flap on the end that is used to whip a horse to race faster. It does not hurt the horse, but human skin is much more sensitive. My cunt flooded with wetness as I anticipated the hurt.

Mr. Davis began testing out the whip to see how responsive it was when he snapped his wrist. It made a quick popping sound when he struck his palm with it. It stung when it landed. We both were anxious to see what it did to my tender flesh.

My nipples were hard as nails and throbbed with each heartbeat. Mr. Davis took aim with the whip on the tops of my breasts, very close to where the clamps were tightly attached to my prominent nipples. As my breasts were struck with the whip, the sting sent waves of delicious pain to my nipples which were extra sensitive due to the clamps. I involuntarily arched my back in reaction to the pain, and Mr. Davis was instantly appalled at what he did. He mumbled an apology. I told him to shut up and whip me again. He got over his insecurity and mumbled “OK”, then gave me several sharp hits on each breast. In just those few moments, my cunt swelled and spat out the squirt of my first pain climax. The sting of the whip pushed me into a euphoric orgasm.

Mr. Davis witnessed firsthand the pleasure that this riding crop gave me, so he was willing to continue. After I briefly recovered from those first whip blows, I needed more. My legs were spread apart, and I wanted my bare, unprotected cunt to be the next victim of the whip’s sting. I told Mr. Davis ...