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Barbara's Important Discovery #2
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Wonder what its like....
Being a hard-core submissive, I always wonder what my misterss is
thinking, and sometimes, I wonder what it would be like to be dominant, to use
another persons body as I like to have my own used.
I am sorry if the pain in this is too strong for some, but it is
the logical extension of what started when I was rather young. I find that the
'level' of pain involved in this letter is my next step.... I hope.
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You meet me in a bar, and I invite you back to my place for some drinks. You
can see me admiring your figure as I open the door to my apartment, and usher
you in. The living room is neatly appointed, with a plush couch just big enough
for two. I lead you over to it, and offer you a seat. Then I get a glass of
wine for you, and sit down next to you. The couch pushes our bodies together,
and I put my arm across your shoulders. You start a little at my bold moves,
but relax again as I pull you a little closer to me and tell you how much I'm
attracted to you. As we talk, you feel my other hand on your knee, and again
feel a mixture of nervousness and excitement. Finally, as my hand start to
glide up your thigh, you decide enough is enough, and push me away. My face
darkens, and I pull your body close to me, your firm breasts pressing against
my chest as you struggle. You start to scream, and I clamp my hand over your
mouth as I pull one of your arms behind your back and force you to your feet.
By pushing your arm up at the slightest sign of resistance, I quickly drag you
into the bedroom. A large four-post bed dominates the room, with tall brass
bedposts. I drag you the bed, and deftly attach a pair of leather wrist cuffs
to the top of one bedpost, then lift you about an inch off the floor and begin
to strap your arms into them. As I uncover your mouth, you begin to scream and
yell again. In a few seconds, you are hanging from the cuffs, your back against
the metal post. I grab a dildo gag out of a nearby drawer, and shove it down
your open mouth before you can react, then tie it tightly around your head.
With the large dildo almost chocking you, you can only glare at me and try to
kick out as I pass by. I kneel down, and push back two sections of rug,
revealing rings set into the floor. I grab one foot at a time, and pull your
shoe and stocking off. Then I attach a leather cuff to each ankle, and
spreading your legs wide, fasten the other ends of the cuffs to the rings. I
stand back for a second, admiring your captive body, and savoring the thought
of what I have prepared for you. Then I move close to you, letting my body
press against yours, pushing you against the brass post. I run my hands up your
sides, cupping your breasts and rubbing my fingers over your nipples. Then I
reach down under your skirt and run my hands up the insides of your thighs, and
letting them play with the edges of your panties. You squirm against my touch,
but can't escape my touch. I take out a long knife. You see it's sharp edge
flashing in the light. I walk back to you slowly, and run the edge lightly
under your breasts, the razor-sharp blade slicing through the fabric of your
blouse and bra, and making a shallow cut in the underside of your tits. You
gasp in pain, but dare not struggle, because of the blade. I make a long pass
with the knife, from neck to waist, slitting the blouse neatly in half along
the button line, and severing the bra beneath it. Then I make a sweep from the
left side of your waist to the right, cutting the blouse away from the skirt.
As I spread the blose apart with the tip of the knife, your can see a light
trail of blood where ever I have cut. Because the knife is so sharp, it is only
moderately painful. With a few quick cuts, I remove the blouse and bra
entirely, leaving you naked from the waist up. I walk over to my closet, and
pull out a leather tit harness. I hold it up to your face, so you can see it in
detail. Your eyes widen in shock as you see the dozens of inch-long spike in
each cup, the sharp points gleeming. You also can see that each nipple hole has
a clamp built into it. I slowly bring the harness down to your tits, and pass
it around in back of you, then push the cups together just enough to start the
lacings in the front. You can feel the spikes pushing against your tits. Then,
I run the knife along your legs, cutting away your skirt and panties. They fall
to the ground at your feet. The cold brass post pushes against your ass cheeks
as you hang there. I lick my finger, and then rub it gently against your
exposed cunt lips. In spite of your fear, my expert attension begins to get you
hot, and I feel your cunt begining to get wet as I play with your clit. Once
you are starting to really heat up, I move my hands away from your cunt and
take a hold one the lacings of the harness. Very slowly, I begin to pull on
them, drawing the cups together, and pushing the spikes into the soft skin of
your firm tits. You buck in pain as the needles jab into your tits, and begin
to sink to their full length. I reach up and hold one tit in each hand,
squeezing them, and driving the spikes in viciously. Soon, the leather harness
is tight against your tits, the spikes burried to their full length, and your
nipples poking through the holes. I pull on the laces to get them as tight as
possible, then tie them off. Your breasts are screaming in agony from the
pressure and spikes. I lean down, and run my tongue over your imprisioned
nipples, getting them nice and hard. Again, your body responds to my treatment,
as I stimulate your nipples. After a minute or so, I begin to tighten down the
clamp on the nipple I am licking, and you bite down on the dildo in pain as I
mercilessly abuse your tit. Once I have finished with that nipple, I begin on
the other. Even though you know what I plan, my tongue carresses force your
body to betray you, and it is soon as tightly clamped as the other. You can
feel blood seeping out of the many punctures in your tits as your nipples start
to turn blue. Walking over to the drawer again, I pull out a harness you've
never seen before. I tie it around your waist, and kneel down in front of you.
My body blocks what I am doing. You feel my hands against your wet pussy, and
then you feel a cunt spreader enter you. As I turn the crank, you feel your
pussy spread wider and wider. At last, I stop, your cunt already aching from
the abuse. Then you feel a tight-fitting piece of metal with plastic edges
press against your crotch, and I strap it to the harness, creating a seal. You
hear some liquid being poured, and feel oil against your cunt lips, and then
moving inside you. I let it fill your vagina, and then you hear the sound of a
cover being screwed on. The oil inside you feels strange, almost pleasant.
Looking down, you can see that there is a dome-shaped object under your cunt,
with a small opening with a cap on it. I then attach the final piece of the
device, a small metal box with a power cord. The box clamps to the bottom of
the oil-filled dome. I plug the cord into the wall, and wait a few minutes.
Slowly, you begin to feel an odd sensation inside you, and realize at last that
the oil is heating up. Your eyes lock with mine, and I grin evily. You squirm
in terror, as the oil passes through the range of comfort and begin to become
painfully hot. I take out a leather hood, and pull it over your head, then lace
it tightly closed. As the darkness surrounds you, you can only wonder how hot
the oil will get, and what I might have planned for you next. [TO BE CONTINUED]
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Dazzler
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