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Janie's Adventure, Part Four
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? Janie's Adventure ?
? by Solitaire One ?
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"Do you really use all of this?" Janie asked as she stood in the
doorway of the large locked closet, her fingers trailing through the
braids of a cat-o'-nine hanging near the opening.
"Occasionally my wife and I use these, either on each other or on
some of our friends who join us. We find that the uniqueness makes for
better loving."
She picked up two "H" shaped instruments from a shelf. "What are
these used for?"
"Those are nipple clamps, Janie. They squeeze and constrict
nipples."
"Show me how they work." He took one from her hand and rubbed it
across her left nipple, the metallic coldness causing her nipple to
protrude even further. As she watched, he put the top of the "H"
against her areola and began to turn the thumbwheel in the bottom of
the tool. She could see the top begin to close on her nipple, just
barely compressing the turgid bud. As he paused, she looked at him and
said softly, "Go ahead. I kinda like to have my nipples squeezed and
everything." He turned the wheel one more revolution and she saw her
nipple begin to change shape into an oval instead of a circle. With
the next revolution, she could feel the pressure starting to change
from strange to painful.
Before he completed the third revolution of the wheel, she drew her
breath in sharply as she felt the pain start to radiate through her
body. "Wait just a second and let me get used to it...it feels so
strange and different, like little metal teeth biting my tittie...okay,
go ahead and turn it some more." She watched in fascination as the
coloration of her nipple changed, becoming nearly white around the jaws
and a deep red elsewhere. She could feel the pulsations of pain
throbbing through her breast, with arrows of sympathy shooting from the
other nipple in harmony. "Wait! Now do the other one," she panted,
her tongue flicking out to wet her lips as she felt her cunt start to
weep with passion, fluids starting to flood from her hole and trickle
down her thighs.
Unconsciously her hand went to the juncture of her smooth thighs,
the scissored digits extending down each side of the hard white bud
that protruded from the pink gash. Because she was too dry, she
brought the fingers to her lips and licked the tips, her saliva
glistening in the morning sun as her hand descended again, this time
well-lubricated.
Before starting to clamp her other nipple in the tool, he took her
hand and led her to the full length mirror set into the wall near the
bathroom entrance. Standing behind her, he reached forward and let his
fingers caress the bulging outline of her tortured nipple as he
breathed in her ear, "Touch yourself, Janie. Let your fingers play
with your clit while you watch in the mirror. See how it pokes out?
Like a beautiful white rose bud in pink petals. Stroke it and roll it
back and forth while I put this on here."
As the clamp compressed her nipple Janie's legs gave way and she
slumped to her knees, her legs spread as her fingers continued their
insistent cunt massage. When the clamp was firmly set, Jack's fingers
gently pulled each clamp, twisting and contorting the tortured nipples
as Janie's mouth hung open, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she
drove for her climax, the pleasure bursting over her like a thunder
storm of emotions, pain and pleasure mixing until she couldn't tell one
from the other. "Oh God," she whispered, "my tits feel like they're on
fire. My cunt is aching for something. Give me something to put in my
cunt." Each time she started to plateau and slow her motions, he would
do something else to her nipples; pulling, twisting, pushing inward, or
slapping the clamps gently, driving her to greater and greater heights
of pleasure until she could feel the juices literally running down her
thighs to drip onto the carpet.
He pushed her onto her back, her legs spread obscenely beneath her
with her feet trapped in the small of her back. Moving swiftly, he
slid between her thighs and inserted his cock into the streaming
entrance to her mysterious hidden womanhood. Her back arched up with
pleasure, her training as a gymnast permitting her to raise her hips a
full eight inches off the floor so he could drive her depths with no
barriers. As his cock plumbed her depths rhythmically her breath came
in ragged pants, air being forced out by his plunge, recovering as he
slid nearly out of her juicy cunt, only to plunder her depths again and
again until he grabbed her hips and held himself deep inside her,
flooding her with his love. She could feel every contraction of his
cock as he swelled and pulsed inside her, the flow of his juices mixing
with her own and forming a white froth at the base of his cock.
Holding her hips, he let her move her legs out from beneath her
body as he fell forward onto her body, the pressures of his chest on
the torturing clamps causing her to cry out with pain and shock, her
cunt clasping his manhood firmly with the reaction to the surprise.
Later, when he had softened and he had gently removed the clamps,
his gentle sucking of the blood back into the buds causing a pang of
sharp pain, she rolled to her side and looked at him with big, innocent
eyes. "What else do you have in there?"
"Do you want more, darling? Do you want to feel one of the whips
on your skin? Do you want me to tie you up and use one of the whips on
your tits?"
Her moan was all the answer he needed. Standing, he took another
key from the dresser and, with his arm around her waist, walked with
her to a door set in another wall of the bedroom. After he unlocked
the two locks he said, "Now close your eyes darling. Let me help you
walk in the room, but don't open your eyes until I tell you to."
She could feel cold stone on the balls of her feet and there seemed
to be an echo as she walked forward unsteadily, her breathing seemingly
amplified in the chamber. "Okay Janie, you can open your eyes."
An uncontrollable gasp escaped her lips. She was in a dungeon, or
it looked like a dungeon. Stone walls and floor displayed various
chains and ropes, and around the room were various pieces of
"furniture", or what looked to be strange furniture. With wide eyes
she turned to him, questions in the shape of her brow.
"This is our play room. Whenever we feel like we're getting stale,
we open this up and play. Sometimes we bring our friends in here and
let them play with us, but this is the first time I've opened the room
when my wife wasn't here to play at the same time. Look around Janie.
I have some of nearly everything here. Do you see anything you'd like
to try? Maybe some of the chains to fasten you to the wall? Or a
whipping horse for your fanny?"
While he talked, she walked around the room, touching the chains
and ropes, her fingers trailing across the furniture, feeling the
leather and shackles which were so prominent on each. "What did you do
the last time you were in here?"
"Well, we had a niece of mine here for a visit, and we strapped her
to this bench and whipped her little titties and cunny until she nearly
broke the straps with her climax. Why? Does that interest you? Would
you like for me to do that for you?"
In response she walked to the bench and sat on its convex surface,
leaning back so that she was bowed from hip to shoulder. "If it hurts
too much," she said in a soft, nearly inaudible whisper, "will you stop
if I ask?"
"I will tell you what I am going to do before I do it. If you
don't want me to, I'll quit right there. But, once you agree, then I
will complete whatever I promised, no matter how much you beg or cry.
Do you understand that, Janie? I don't want to force you to do
anything you don't want, but sometimes it's even more exciting to know
that, no matter how much you want, you can't stop me."
Saying that, he knelt beside her and kissed her gently on the lips,
letting his tongue flick out at hers as his hands encircled her wrists
with the dark leather straps at the head of the bench, attaching them
to the wooden bar at her head. He used similar straps to spread her
legs about four feet apart and strapped them to another wooden bar,
leaving her free to move, but not to get up or away.
When he returned to the room, he was carrying a funny looking whip.
It looked like threads of silk attached to a two foot wooden handle.
When he put it between her legs and slowly let the ends touch her skin
as he moved upward he said, "This is a titty whip, darling. While it
doesn't look dangerous, the thin threads will make your tits feel like
they're on fire without doing any real damage to your skin other than
to make your titties red. Now I'm going to start with ten to each tit.
Are you ready, my lovely slave?"
As she nodded hesitantly, he swished the whip across her left tit,
the sound of the threads making a whisper as they caressed her skin,
but the burning sensation caused her to jerk upward, surprised at the
feeling.
"You will have to remain still, darling, or I'll have to chain the
rods down." As the whip encircled her right tit her hands flew upward
toward her chest, trying to get at her breast to massage the hurt. He
reached for a chain and pulled the rod taut, stretching her upper body
across the padded surface and immobilizing her arms. Stepping between
her legs, he connected the rod to another chain which stretched her
entire body, bringing her tits into greater prominence, and making the
sharp hip bones stand out from the tanned softness of her belly. His
hand slid gently across her smooth skin, touching her from thigh to rib
cage as he massaged her softness. "Only nine more to go, Janie. Are
you ready now?"
Through her closed eyes leaked big drops of moisture as the tit
whip struck again and again, reddening and burning the surface with
each blow. When he had finished with the tenth one, her mouth was open
and she was panting with pleasure, her cunt feeling like it was on fire
just as her tits were. "Oh GOD! Do me more! Do my cunt like that.
Whip my clitty with that damn thing and make me cum."
With a side arm motion, his hand rose and fell five times in quick
succession, the thin tendrils of thread insinuating themselves into the
pinkness of her spread lips as he burned her crotch with the soft whip.
Stretched as tight as she was, the last blow brought a massive orgasm,
her body shaking as if in palsy as her voice rose an octave above
normal as she screamed her pleasure and release.
As she slowly came down from the high, she opened her eyes to his
massiveness stretched out over her defenseless face as he stroked his
hard prick in front of her nose and lips. As she watched, the scrotum
contracted and she saw the balls being brought tight against his crotch
as his hand worked faster and faster, sliding the loose skin up and
down over the ridge of his glans, his mouth open and a small line of
saliva drooling down his chin.
Finally his hand stopped moving and held the shaft near the head,
his fingers milking the muscle as a thin line of semen dripped from the
slit onto her lips. Quickly her tongue flicked out to taste the
wetness, drawing it into her mouth as he continued to milk his cock
into her beautiful young face.
After he had released her from the straps and they were sitting in
the bedroom, drinking orange juice laced liberally with vodka, she
asked him, "Can I come back some time and play some more? I never felt
it like when you do me. And even the hurt feels good when you do it."
As he handed her some running shorts and a cut off top to go over
her bikini, he got her phone number and told her that, "We often have
to go out and have to hire a babysitter. But sometimes we hire a
babysitter and we never go out. If you are willing, maybe I can use
you when my wife comes home. Maybe you can even get to play with her
if she's in one of her submissive moods and not in her bitchy mood."
And Janie waited for the phone to ring...
[to be continued in Janie5 (at least) and maybe more]
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