We continue the week leading up to our next meeting with Suzie.
After watching her for about 15 minutes or so, I figured it was time to amp it up a bit. Going over to the cupboard where we store our toys, I selected a set of nipple clamps. Not the ones I used on Suzie the other day. This set was diabolical in their own right. These were vibrating nipple clamps.
Stephanie loves to have her nipples play with. She's often said that she could cum just from nipple play. We haven't succeeded just yet, but that doesn't mean we haven't tried. I walked up to her and put my face just inches from hers. "Look what I've got for you, 'Suzie'. Your favorite." And I held the clamps up for her to see.
I started playing and caressing her nipples, which were already sticking out hard from all the stimulation in her ass and pussy. Then, I started pinching and twisting. Softly at first, then a little harder. Then very hard, to the point she was wincing. I could see her try as hard as she could not to cry out, but I knew she wanted to.
I grabbed her by the hair and bent her head back just a little, and brought my mouth to hers. Her tongue reached out, desperate to stick it down my throat. But I pulled away just as her wet tongue reached my lips. "Not tonight" was all I said.
"Say hello to your new friends." And with that, I snapped the clamps on. First the right, then the left. Then I turned them on. Then I turned the clamps on as high as they went. I stepped back to see her reaction. The sheen of perspiration all over her face, neck and chest got heavier. She started getting a faraway look in her eyes, like she was trying to go somewhere in her mind to have the orgasm she so desperately wanted. But that was not to be.
I sat back down and watched her for another 15 minutes or so, slowly stroking my rock hard cock the whole time. It took all my willpower not to make myself cum. But I could wait.
I finally got up and walked over to the cupboard again, this time selecting several objects, which I held behind my back for the time being. Again, I walked right up to her, staring into her glassy eyes. "Look what I brought you know, 'Suzie'. Which would you like me to use on you?"
"Maybe this belt? Or perhaps this flogger? Or the cane? Or, maybe, just maybe, I'll be really cruel and use all of them. Yes, I think that's what I will do."
I wanted her to feel pain like Suzie would, but I could never injure Stephanie. So I reached around behind her and took out the butt plug. She gasped as it came out, but looked relieved after she recovered. "I'm leaving the one up your cunt, though. Heaven help you if you let that fall out while I'm whipping you."
I decided to warm her up with the flogger. I gently teased it up and down her, from her upper back to her lower thighs. Then, without warning, I pulled it back and *WHACK* hit her hard across the middle of her firm ass. She let out a little gasp, since it caught her by surprise. I gave her a few seconds to process what I had just done, then began whipping her at random. Sometimes hard, sometimes soft. Sometimes on her back, sometimes her ass, sometimes her thighs. The timing was random as well. My goal was to never let her get comfortable with where, when, or how hard I hit her.
I kept this up for about 10 or 15 minutes. I actually kind of got into it, watching her different reactions as I varied up my swings. After a while, I tossed the flogger aside and went and stood in front of her again. "Remember, this was your idea, 'Suzie'. Do you want to call a halt and just wait for Friday when you can deal with Suzie in person?"
Without hesitating she said "No, Sir. I really want to feel what she's going to feel so I can figure out how hard to punish her."
Even though Steph and I have played with any number of submissive sluts over the years, we've never really subjected any of them to the type of punishment that she wants to put Suzie through. "OK, Babe, you asked for it."
"Before we continue, I want to change something up a bit." With that, I reached up and took off the nipple clamps. First the right, then the left. She emitted a quiet gasp once again as the blood began flowing through them. And another gasp, even louder, when I grabbed one in my right hand and one in my left and squeezed. I twisted, first one way, then the other. I could tell from the way she winced how painful it was, but she bore it well, all things considered.
I walked over to the cupboard again, and grabbed two lengths of elastic cords and two butterfly clamps. I quickly snapped one on each nipple. This time an actual little scream came out of her mouth. I tied a cord to each one, then walked over to the wall opposite where she was facing, and tied each cord in turn to a hook in the wall. I made sure the cords were taut, enough so that it pulled her nipples, and, in turn, her tits, out just the slightest.
I then went over to the couch where I had left the belt. The same belt that I had used on Suzie. I held it in front of her face, doubled over, and snapped it for her to see and hear its power. I moved around behind her. She was delightfully reddened, from her shoulders down to her knees.
I wasted no time in going to work on that gorgeous ass. And I mean, it's perfect. At first, I would cover both cheeks at once. Then just the right for a few strokes. Then just the left. With each hard stroke, her body would pull away from me just a touch. But the devil was when her body settled back. The cords would pull on the nipple clamps, causing them to tighten up each time. I settled in a good rhythm. I didn't touch her back with the belt, but I did work my way down her thighs and back up again.
I could really see the color starting to change. There was going to be a little black and blue going on there later. Like the first round with the flogger, this went on for about 15 minutes. She was starting to whimper delightfully with each stroke. And that beautiful sheen of sweat all over her body just kept getting better and better.
The belt went clattering to the floor and I walked around to her front and grabbed her by the hair again. This time, I pressed my mouth tight against hers, and our tongues fought a battle to see who's got deeper into the other's mouth.
I let go of her hair and stepped away. "One more round, 'Suzie'. This time, the cane. How many strokes do you think you want to give her? I'll give you the same."
Before I had started the whipping, I'm sure she would have spit out a number like 24. But now, she was clearly hurting, and just weekly said 'Six, Sir."