My girlfriend has a most wicked sexual imagination, her perversity eclipses even my own, though I suspect she would argue the point. Some of you will dismiss this new kink as a joke or some lurkers flame, I assure you it is not: as kinky as this is, every word is true.
She had asked for it some months back in the afterglow of one of our monthly playdates.
"You know what I'd like you to do to me sometime?" she asked in that sweet, little-girl-on-endorphins voice.
"No sweetie, what?" I murmured, thoroughly exhausted, only my lips able to move.
"I want you to cane my asshole." She said.
"Really?" I said as parts of my body below my waist began to stir again.
"That whippy cane might be nice." And anticipating my response she slid my rapidly hardening penis back into her hot mouth.
"I'll see what I can do." I'd said at the time.
Now months later she had just stripped and was busy tying up her breasts with the bright purple rope that she preferred.
I have a piece of carpet saver, which when turned upside down is, for lack of a better expression, like a plastic 'bed of nails' with 3/8 inch plastic 'spikes' every inch or so. I told her lie on her belly with her newly tied breasts on our plastic bed of nails. A desperate moan escaped her as she tried to gingerly place her bound tits on my Home Depot torture device.
"Now reach back and hold your asscheeks apart for me." I said and she moaned louder, knowing the position I was putting her in would leave her balancing on her already tormented titties. She strained to complete her task, her balance precarious, and her pain obvious.
"Do it!" I said, tired of her attempts to lessen the pain I so clearly intended that she should endure.
"You should see how hard my cock gets when I'm hurting you. You'd love to feel him, wouldn't you my little slut? Feel him anywhere?"
"Yes Sir," she managed through gritted teeth.