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Contrasts
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_Contrasts_
"I'm scared," he said, his voice trembling.
"I know you are, my Jewel. And I'm getting dripping wet watching you
squirm," she answered with an evil delight that he rarely had heard in her
voice. "If it were easy for you, it would be pointless. The fact that it is
difficult for you to lie still and submit to my pain-giving is part of what
makes it so enjoyable."
He was not bound. Being tied up and forced to endure her cruelty would have
been easier. Being commanded to remain still required his constant consent
and full attention. He had to overcome his natural defensive reactions each
time he heard or saw the whip coming down...each time the knife drew
close...each time a clamp was tightened.
She bent over him. She was still sweaty from recently having whipped him
raw. Now she was applying clothespins to his balls. The pain was less than
he expected, but the psychological value of being _that_ vulnerable was
overwhelming. He was shaking. She turned from her handiwork and looked him
in the eyes.
"You needn't worry. I don't plan to harm you," she said with a giggle. "I
just plan to _hurt_ you." Those words sent a shiver down his back. Somehow
she was both cruel and loving at the same time and there was no doubt that
she was enjoying herself.
He tried not to watch as she turned to the toybag. He was frightened enough
as it was, and seeing what was next was only going to make it worse. But the
telltale whooooosh of a wrist whip filled the air and his mind was soon
racing with images of what was to come.
"Please! I don't think I can take that, my Queen!" he cried. She didn't say
a word, but simply placed the tails of the whip over his crotch, dragging
them over his exposed form. He moaned with pleasure. His head rolled back
as she reached down, caressed his cock and gave his balls a gentle squeeze.
As he moaned again, louder, she began to pump her hand up and down on his
cock, expertly getting him to the edge. Then, just as he felt the wave of
pleasure about to overtake him, she stopped. His mind cried out but his
mouth was silent.
Ssssssswhack! The silky tails of the whip came down on his cock. He
twitched and grinded, his body language clearly begging for more pleasure.
But soon the next stroke fell, delivering more pain. The pain was strong,
but what made it so cruel was the contrast between that pain and the pleasure
he has just had. "Please, I can't take this!" he cried to her. She
considered for a moment. Then stood over him, straddling his nude form.
Seeing the way he looked up at her, she knew that she could indeed do
anything to him right now. He was so far into submission that, while he
might protest, he would do anything for her. She turned towards his feet and
sat down, kneeling over his chest.
"I am going to give you something I know you want now. I am going to smother
your face with my cunt, allowing you to lick and suck it. I expect you to
make me cum in short order. Why so fast? Because I will be slapping your
cock around until you do."
And with that, she sat back on his face, grinding into it. He started to
strum his tongue in her cunt. She pressed her thighs tightly around his head
and reached her hands down and slapped his cock left and right. Extending a
bit further, she took the clothespins off his balls, distracting him from his
licking with a shock of pain. As she returned to grabbing and slapping his
cock, he pushed her closer to the edge. She squeezed his head still tighter
and pressed down to smother him. As she started to cum, she lifted up to
feel him panting and gasping for air under her as wave after wave of pleasure
enveloped her.
She turned around then, pressing her hot, sweaty body against his and kissed
him hard. Tasting her juices on his lips, she ravaged his mouth with hers,
fucking him with her tongue. With her lips pressed against his, she
whispered, "Kneel. I want you on all-fours." It took him a second to react
- his mind was beyond the verbal now. When her command finally registered,
he complied.
She knelt to his side. One hand caressed his ass. The other reached down
and toyed with his now desperate cock. "Count to five," she ordered. As he
did so, she spanked his ass hard five times. The fifth was with everything
she could muster. He reacted with a scream, but it was short-lived as her
hand ran over the head of his cock, moving him again towards a massive
climax. "Again. Count." This time as he counted, she jerked him off. As
he reached the count of 5, she stopped, leaving him painfully short of
cumming. He whimpered pitifully, needing just a few seconds more. She
laughed and patted his ass. "Poor you. All hot and desperate. Count
again."
This time she dug her fingernails into his balls. Squeezing and pinching
them mercilessly until he reached five. She then stood in front of him, as
he panted, kneeling at her feet.
"Stand up, my Jewel. I'm very proud of you and wish to reward you for having
taken my pain so well." He stood. She took his nipples in her fingertips
and looked directly into his eyes. "I want you to jerk yourself off now. I
want you to cum as I turn your nipples all sorts of pretty colors." He
eagerly began to stroke himself as she twisted and pulled and raked her
fingernails over his nipples. Enjoying her pain, he kept himself on the edge
seemingly forever as she grabbed and then bit his tender nipples. Finally,
he could hold back no more, and he came, shooting cum over the both of them,
over their chests and bellies and down over their thighs. She pulled him
down to the bed and massaged his hot, sore body, and moved his hands to
caress her in return.
Entwined and embracing, they slept and dreamt together.
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