The excitement of their first ventures had been intense. More intense than either of them had expected. After their first scene, he knew he only had to use a certain tone of voice and her eyes would fall. Then they both knew a scene was coming, though never exactly what would happen. Each time in the past, he had felt her cunt before he started to cuff her to the bed, and it had always been soaking, the scent pungently announcing her need. Every time he had bent over her to secure her helplessness, his cock dripped on her supine form as it seldom had before they started exploring.
This time they both knew it would be different. They had discussed it endlessly, and she had been quite open. She had assented to him to taking it further. She seemed to want that. He shivered in anticipation. Anything, she had said. Christ knew, he wanted to go further. But her verbal assent, and how she might react to what he would perpetrate on her, were two different things.
She stripped slowly before him, taking each garment and folding it carefully on the chair. When she was naked she lifted the collar and fastened it round her delicious neck, raising her sensuous long hair in a clasp so the leather and buckle wouldn't trap any. Then she put the mask over her eyes.
He knelt and she parted her legs so he could lick her moist aromatic cunt. Christ she was ready, and incredibly excited. She knew she wasn't allowed to speak, but gasped when his tongue and lips tasted her sex. He moved behind and fastened the ballgag on her, his dripping cock rubbing her arse. She tensed to avoid reacting to this. Then he led her to the bed. The waterproof sheet was already secured. He pushed her onto her back and lovingly crouched over her, securing her wrists to the stout wooden verticals of the headboard. His cock dribbled on her fine tits as he worked to ensure that she was stretched tight. Then he turned to face her feet and attach her ankles to the footboard. His cock dripped on her cunt as he did so and he heard her slight groan. Now she was secure, could hardly move, spreadeagled for him. Her being was presented for him to use as he wished.
- My sweetness, I know we've talked endlessly. But now we're here. Are you sure you want to do this? Just nod or shake your head? She nodded vigorously.
- Darling, you know I can't tell you what I might do. But you know that this time I want to hurt you. Are you absolutely certain? She nodded again.
- Well love, we'll discover what that means. His face was a frown: he wanted this, wanted to push her, find her limits. But he was scared. Scared of himself, and what made him want to hurt her. He loved her as he'd never loved anyone. He really didn't understand why he wanted to do this, and understood even less why she seemed to want it too, or at least, was prepared to endure it for his pleasure.
He had wondered if it was in part her insecurity about herself, about his love for her. Something in her really didn't believe that she was beautiful, and incredibly alluring sexually. She really didn't understand why he found her so attractive. So he understood she sometimes felt insecure about his love for her, though he didn't think he'd ever given her cause. Maybe it was this insecurity which led her to indulge him, in the belief that in this way if in no other, she could hold onto him? It was ridiculous he knew, he was hers, come hell or high water. She didn't have to do this. No other woman interested him, or was ever likely to, except maybe in the most fleeting and harmless way. But fuck, now the two of them were here, he was going to take everything she was prepared to give.
As his eyes focussed on the moisture oozing from her beautiful cunt, a surge of excitement trembled through him, and his thoughts fled. She was already engorged, her lips puffy and spread open. She had said anything. Well, they would discover what that meant. He felt in the bag beside the bed, withdrew the new nippleclamps. She didn't know he'd bought them. They were crocodile-clips, cruel metal prongs in place of the smooth leather-padded things he'd used on her before. He set them fairly slack and bent to fasten the left one. She shivered but didn't make a sound. Then the second. Silence. He tugged the chain, gently. Nothing. More sharply. A muffled squeal then. He put his mouth to her ear, whispered his love for her, and tugged sharply. Her body convulsed and he bit her neck, then stopped the pressure on the chain. Her body settled. He asked if she loved him and she nodded.
He knelt back on the bed and regarded her. Fuck how his cock was throbbing. It was tempting to stop playing and just fuck the brains out of her, this exciting compliant lover of his. But he knew that further play would enhance his need. And, he knew also, hers. He raised the flogger -- a new one, another toy she didn't know about, leather thongs instead of the flimsy suede of the last one -- and watched her flinch as she heard the swish.
The thongs splayed across her open cunt and her hips jerked. He watched her sex flushing pinker. Swung his arm again, and this time his cock jerked in excitement in reaction to the convulsion of her hips. Deeper pink. Fuck, how he loved her.
- So how's the new flogger? More sensation than the last one? She nodded.
- I'm going to do it harder. His arm swung again, but this time with the force and accuracy he'd been practicing. The thongs dug into her cunt, between the lips, across her clit. A muffled scream came from behind the ballgag. Fuck this was beautiful. His cock throbbed and jerked. Her hips settled and he heard muted sobs. The pink was turning to red. Just once more, he had to do this. He wanted to hurt her, yes, but not impair his enjoyment of her later. Just one more perhaps ... maybe not so hard.
She tensed with the cool swish, jerked hard as the tongues of leather caressed her cunt brutally. More sobbing. He bent to examine what he'd done, and never had he smelled her want so strongly. Licked softly and cautiously over her mons where the wee red weals were rising, then between her lips, tasting, lapping, loving. His cock dribbled on her belly. She sighed deeply. Delicately he teased her clit, took it between his lips, sucked gently. A wee moan now, but this one not of pain. He rose a little and moved so he could take her pulsing nipples in his mouth, angrily red and distended by the clamps. Christ they were always gorgeous, but he'd never seen them like this, tortured. As he sucked and bit to her muted scream, his hand slipped to her cunt.
So wet and slimy. Palm down on her mons, he slipped two fingers into her, felt them glide effortlessly into the warm cavity. He needed her to cum. He curled the fingers against the gspot, and began wanking her. Slow and gentle at first, harder and faster as his excitement grew, the ball of his thumb crushing her clit as his fingers pressed into the front wall of her vagina, soaked by her excitement. Her hips were raised from the mattress now, writhing as she sought release, and his hand was wicked in its hard grinding. Then she spasmed and he watched as his wrist and hand were soaked by her sweet jet of release. He continued working her for a few moments, then moved his hand and bent to lick the clear ejaculate from her cunt and arse. He raised his wet hand and wiped it round her mouth and nose, beautifully distorted by the gag. Raised the mask momentarily and kissed her eyes:
- I love you darling.
He replaced the cover on her eyes. Raised the thick leather belt he used for his jeans, and cracked it down hard between her legs. She convulsed violently as the leather curled over her cunt and the tip kissed her exposed anus cruelly. His practicing had paid off, it landed exactly as he wished it. She didn't make a sound this time. So he raised the leather again and brought it down harder. This time a groan sounded round the gag and he dropped the belt, bent to lick the angrily red cuntlips, lave into her swollen flower. He was suffused with an excitement he'd never felt before, a need to test her love with his wickedness. He pushed himself from the bed and sipped his ale before raising the camera. He wanted her to know how he saw her.
She lay on the bed trembling slightly.
He removed the clamps now and she moaned as the blood started flowing back into her tortured nipples. He sipped his beer to give the process time, then turned to the ice-bucket. He'd gone to some trouble to devise the ice-mould, which made a cavity under the blocks so they would lie on her sore tits without sliding off.
She squirmed as the freezing objects covered her nipples, and he reached for more ice to place on and in her cunt. The shape was cruder, and he pushed a shoe between her legs to stop it slipping off as she gasped at the icy intruder. Then he drew the duvet over her and switched on the TV screen at the foot of the bed. Video images of a woman being tortured in a dungeon emerged on the screen, and her screams filled the bedroom. He removed his lover's blindfold and pulled her up to put pillows behind her, so that she was better angled to see the film.
A woman dangled in an elaborate ropework contraption, body almost upside-down. A huge head-shaven man fucked her mouth viciously. Her lips were held apart by an evil-looking metal device, and it didn't look or sound as though she was enjoying herself at all. Another man on a raised platform attached electrodes to her cuntlips, then, it appeared, a further one to her clit. The woman screamed in agony. The man on the platform watched as the cock rammed cruelly into her throat, and the camera zoomed in for a closeup of her face. It seemed that the woman was on the point of being suffocated. Then the cock was abruptly withdrawn, and a fountain of spunk erupted on her face.
The focus moved to the man on the platform; then, as he pressed a switch, back to a full view of the woman. Her body contorted as jolts of electricity surged through her. She went limp. The man on the platform removed the electrodes and fucked her apparently lifeless body till he grunted and spasmed, and when he withdrew from her, his spunk dribbled from her sex.
The woman's body was lowered to the ground and as she lay supine, still rope-bound, the two men urinated on her, one on her face and the other on her groin. The woman's eyes fluttered open and her groans filled the room, then the screen went blank.
*****
He drew the duvet off his lover and it fell on the floor. The ice was melted, and water pooled under her.
- Did you like that, my dirty slut? She made no movement.
- Would you have liked to be that woman? She shook her head. Then nodded, very slightly. He gasped, then bent and raised her head to unbuckle the gag.
- Explain? He demanded as the device fell from her face.
- May I drink something? his partner croaked. He held the beer mug to her mouth and she drank. Withdrawing the mug, he growled:
- Tell me what you felt as you watched that horror film? She shook her head:
- Darling, I can't. I'm sorry -- but I can't. He placed the mug on the bedside cabinet, raised the belt, and brought it down across her breasts with a loud crack. She screamed as the leather bit into her tortured nipples.
- Yes you can slut. But maybe it'll help you if I tell you what it roused in me? Disgust that anyone could make a film like that, and horror that anyone would want to watch it, could be sexually excited by it. That's what.
Her tear-swollen eyes looked at him in proud defiance:
