Cherry's Date with Forty Four Pins - Sex Stories

Cherry's Date with Forty Four Pins

... extends as the blood rushes back in. Looking down on my right breast, there are deep red marks in every spot the twenty two pins had been. His name emblazoned in blue showing through the red indentations. I rub my fingers lightly on the indentations on my right breast causing another moral crisis. I cannot believe what I have done to myself. I start to tremble. He focuses me back to my still pinned left breast. He tells me to pull on as many pins as I can. I hesitate for just a moment. The inferno almost too much to bare but my pulsing gushing pussy needs to be satisfied. I pull on a group of pins and the fire lights anew, consuming my body. I quiver as I again pull on a group of pins. I call on his help to give him the cum that we both require. I pull on the pins on my left breast again and rub my clit frantically. He begins a count down and tells me to "be MY cumpainslutcherry." My whole body shakes as the orgasm rips through my body. I call out as he has me to release the pins from my left breast. As the blood rushes to the skin my body is racked with pleasure and pain. It takes me a few minutes but the trembling and panting stops. I think that I have finally earned my rest. That is not to be. He has one more plan for the day. He asks me to head to the kitchen with the hair brush in hand. Weeks before he had asked me to put a soup spoon in the freezer. Not thinking much of it, I had followed his directions then. Now all I can see is the flag pole scene from "A Christmas ...

... Story". Wetness on metal makes the skin stick and burn. I completely refuse when he says to spread my legs and put the backside of the spoon to my wet clit. Not pushing too much, he tells me to put the spoon in the sink and forget the whole thing. I stand there with my hand on the freezer door. I deliberate for a few minutes. I run through the last ten days and over the last few hours in my mind. It all comes down to trust and I trust him. That trust now changing my mind and I tell him so. I pull the spoon out of the freezer and hurry to the sofa. I spread my legs and put the back of the spoon on my wet clit. The burning starts almost instantly. He focuses me by having me shove the brush handle in my pussy deep. I am again shaking as the burning and stroking build the tension in my body. I shake as my body releases the cum that he requires for the last time today. As my body warms the spoon up, the burning eases and the spoon comes off with ease. He is pleased as punch with me for having refused and then ended up cumming in the end. After I recover, I push the issue, trying to gain some knowledge. I ask if I had continued to refuse the spoon would he have been done with me. He reminds me of yesterday when my punishment for an infraction was just more orgasms. He told me point blank, "Don't worry about some stupid little spoon." Just reminding me again that this is not a typical owner I am dealing with. I look down at his name on each breast and the marks that the forty four ...