Evil Queen Pain Slut Or Switch

Evil Queen, Pain Slut, or Switch?

Formalities first: As will become immediately obvious, no participants in this story are under the age of 18. In fact, we are both more than double that.

If strong impact play offends you, then (a) why are you reading a story about pain sluts in BDSM?, and (b) please go enjoy any of the other fine stories here on Literotica.

The story includes both spoken words and thoughts. Thoughts are italicized, spoken words are in quotes.

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Let's start with a little bit about us. I'm 40 yr old, 5'9", 160 lb. Pretty good shape and very flexible. My tool is 10" long, 4.5" girth, cut and shaved. And before you ask, yes, I can suck myself. She was fascinated.

My partner is 38 yr old, 5' 7", 135 lb, 34B-24-36. We just met a few weeks ago. She doesn't sag much (one of the advantages of having smaller boobs.) She has very sensitive nipples. Just thinking about them gets my motor running... but I digress.

I am a switch enjoying both bottom and top roles. I'm a bit of a pain slut and like it pretty rough. She seems to enjoy that about me. But I haven't pushed her envelope in that area yet. We've decided to up our game into the BDSM area and, ever the gentleman, I offered her top position first. "OK," she says, "we'll start this weekend." We shared our safewords and discussed some general boundaries.

I come home from work after a long week, looking forward to spending some quality time with my woman. I've been looking forward to her being on top all week. I will soon discover she can be very strict. As I come into the house I am greeted at the door by a stern look. I want to ask her what's wrong. I get as far as "Hi..."

"SILENCE! That's one strike. Strip now, you have 10 seconds." I'm still in the doorway and struggle with the screen door closing. It takes me 20 seconds to strip naked, possibly in full view of the neighbors.

"That's two strikes. And one stroke for each second delay. Gather your clothes and meet me in the game room."

I gather my clothes and hurry to the game room. Not wanting to delay her further, I dump my clothes on the floor and assume the position. Kneeling behind her, arms behind my back, back arched to expose nipples, cock and balls for her to use as she wishes.

"What am I, your mother? I bet you'd like to be in this position with her. Do you expect me to pick up your clothes for you? Strike three. No safeword for you tonight, but I'm pretty sure you're going to want one."

Hmmm, that worked out well, what else can I do to earn her wrath?

I will find out soon enough.

She steps aside and I see her toys for the night laid out neatly on the bed.

Has she been shopping? It looks like she has a busy night planned with some new toys

.

A strict leather arm binder, some kind of figure 8 double cock ring (?), some beaded bars (?), a blood pressure cuff (???), stretchy cock ring w/ vibe, medium butt plug w/ vibe, lube, clover clamps w/ weights, and a riding crop.

She is pretty well equipped. Maybe she's more into BDSM than I thought.

She starts by binding my wrists behind me. Very tight, very uncomfortable. "Don't move. Don't speak. (then very softly so I miss the words) except to count and thank me." She is behind me so I can't see her. I am unsure whether to ask her about that last instruction, but I notice her crop is missing from... WHACK! Left nipple, hard. "Aaarrrgggghh!"

"I didn't hear a number or a thank you, so that one doesn't count. Let's start again with two extra strokes for your mistakes."

I guess I know what that last instruction was

. I hear her moving around behind me so I can't anticipate her next blow.

WHACK! Cock, hard (no pun intended, but it's getting there). "One. Thank you, my queen." WHACK! Left nipple again, harder. "Two. Thank you, my queen." WHACK! WHACK! Both strokes on the right nipple, just as hard. "Three, four. Thank you, my queen."

For someone with such sensitive nipples, she does seem to enjoy working over mine. Is she giving me some kind of hint about hers?

She reaches around me to stroke my hardening cock. I'm confused by her pleasuring me during punishment. But she clears up my confusion... WHACK! WHACK! One on each ball, very hard. I almost cry out, but I manage to sob "Five, six. Thank you, my queen."

She comes around to the front of me, smiling with an evil smile. She draws her arm back slowly so I can see what she is about to do. The anticipation makes my cock almost completely hard. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Left and right, left and right. Full swinging forehand and backhand strokes to my already red nipples.

Her accuracy is uncanny, she must be practicing

. I whimper "Se-se-seven, eight, ni-nine, ten. Thank you, my queen."

She kneels next to me and holds my cock in the middle of its length. She smiles and says, "Beg me for the last two."

Oh my God, but I don't dare delay.

"Please, my queen, give me the last two strokes." Quicker than a mongoose, she strikes once, hard, directly on the head. "EEEEEEEEE-leven, th-th-thank y-you my queen." Another evil smile. "You'll have to beg better than that for the last one. Convince me how badly you want it and how hard you want it. Convince me or it's 5 more."

Jesus Christ! What have I gotten myself into here?

"My queen, you are so generous with your attentions. I am begging you from the bottom of my heart, please, please, PLEASE, give me the last stroke as hard as you can." My cock is already throbbing from the first stroke. She smiles and says "Watch closely." Slowly she draws her arm back to increase the anticipation. She feints and I nearly pull away. "Good boy. Stare at your cock head. Watch it receive my attention." SMACK! With full follow through, it feels like my cock has been decapitated. "Twelv-ve. Th-thank you, m-my queen."

She says, "We have just one simple rule tonight. No cumming without permission. I expect you to fail and I'm going to enjoy making sure you do. But if you don't try hard enough, I'll just stop and your fun will be over, for tonight, or perhaps forever. Understand?" "Yes, my queen."

She proceeds to pinch, slap, spank, twist and yank on my already agonized nipples. Always mocking and taunting to reinforce my helpless condition. Always bringing me closer to failure.

The focus on my nipples must mean something

.

After 15 minutes of humiliation and abuse I am desperate to cum. She sees it, but she wants to continue with our session a while longer. "Get up, slave. Come here."

On the floor is a large bowl filled half full of ice cubes and water. "This is your reward for your efforts. Squat." She forces me to dunk my junk in an ice bath to kill my erection. It is immediately effective. The bruised cockhead stings in the cold water. My balls retract to pre-pubecent positions. The ball sacs tighten painfully. After a minute or two that seem like hours she says, "Enough. Assume the position again."

Then she introduces me to one of my new CBT toys, a Twisted Penis. The odd looking figure 8 double cock ring is not, as I had guessed, intended for two cocks. She pushes the larger ring all the way to the base of my cock. Nice and snug. Then she twists it so the 2nd ring is up. She pushes my cold, wet, flaccid cock up thru the 2nd ring bending my penis in half, hence the name Twisted Penis.

She pulls the end of my shaft out as far as possible. Stretching me through the toy makes the bent part tight with the sensitive underside exposed. Lube would have helped, but the whole process must be done quickly before I get hard again. So, this happens without lube and painfully due to the bruised cock head.

My cock is now pointing up limply. She puts the stretchy cock ring on me around the CBT toy with the vibe on the skin side of the bend. She switches the vibe on low and my cock starts to respond. Then she lubes me up.

Oh great, now she remembers the lube.

Again, I am confused by her giving me pleasure. And again, she clears that up promptly. She proceeds with the most excruciating hand job I could imagine.

The Twisted Penis is a clever chastity device. It has strategically placed points that punish any erection. But her skills will not be denied. And she takes random opportunities to press my cock against those points. My cock throbs with agony and need. A perfect balance to deny my relief at the edge. My evil queen is enjoying this and it continues for longer than I ever thought I could last.

At this point about 6 to 7 inches of my now painfully hard cock extends beyond the Twisted Penis. The head is slick with lube and precum that has forced its way past the fiendish bend. She takes the slippery head and rubs it against my belly, teasing me towards failure. But I resist as best I can.

Then she slides it in a slow, semi-circle around towards my hip, down my inner thigh, ending between my legs. In addition to the punishing bend, I am also twisted 180 deg at the base. I know it's too early to start begging. I am moaning and groaning at the thought that this is just the beginning. She laughs.

I've never noticed that her laugh sounds scary before.

My cock is now pointed back between my legs.

She makes me lay down and lift my own legs over my head. Not so easy with my arms bound severely, but I finally get there. The lube, the precum, and a not very gentle shove from the evil queen delivers 2 to 3 inches of my raging bent hardon into my ass!

Oh that creative genius! So good!

She releases me and it pops back out.

No, put it ba...

SMACK! SMACK! Two very hard strikes with her crop. Both butt cheeks. "Hold it in there, slave." Shove.

Yes, it's back in.

Release.

No, it's back out. Not again!

More smacks, more mockery, in, out, the pattern is repeated many times till my ass is bright red, shading towards purple.

Sitting down will not be a preferred option any time soon.

Now I cry piteously in frustration, not to mention the burning hot ass cheeks.

"Looks like we need more forceful measures."

Those weren't forceful enough?

Once more she pushes my cock up my own ass. Then, without warning, she grabs the dry medium butt plug and drives it home in one stroke. This pushes another inch or so of my cock in and anchors my cock in my ass. I howl in pain. "There. That should hold you."

"On your knees." I struggle to sit up and kneel without my arms to help. They are pulled back severely and complain at the abuse. When I get to a kneeling position she says "Cross your ankles." I comply. "Now sit on your heel."

She stands behind me, tilts my head back, and leans over

to give me a tender (?) kiss?

She does, but in the process...

No, of course not!

She presses down on my shoulders. My heel drives another inch of both the plug and my cock up my ass.

Pleasure means more punishment, I think I'm seeing the pattern.

Despite the cruelty, or perhaps because of it, I nearly cum. She steps in front of me. SLAP, SLAP! Forehand and backhand to the face, very hard, a real attention getter. "Don't you dare! I have plans that do not include you cumming this soon."

Thank God for the distraction. I wouldn't want to end this dream session prematurely.

Next, she gets the beaded bars. These are Abacus double bar nipple clamps. Two stiff metal rods through multiple beads. With all beads near the ends, it allows the middle to be spread enough to capture a nipple. Sliding the beads towards the nipple creates clamping pressure. She applies them tightly with rods in the vertical direction.

I'm on a roller coaster of divine pleasure and hellish agony. So good!

I close my eyes in bliss and she rewards me with two hard strokes with the crop on the clamped nipple tips.

Don't stop now! More! PLEASE!

Then she twist both clamps clockwise 90 deg to horizontal.

Oh, God! I'm in heaven.

I love receiving nipple torture even more than giving it. But this session promises to go beyond my normal limits. The nipples are already bruised and burning. She ties the bar clamps together in two places between my nipples to maintain the twist.

Oh, I love this woman. What will she think of next?

She puts the deflated BP cuff under the Abacus clamps.

Huh?

She inflates till there is a snug pull on my nipples.

Ahhh, the devious woman...

Then 4 or 5 more pumps for good measure. "Aarrgghh!"

Well beyond my normal level, especially after all the beating and pinching she has already delivered.

"If there are any more outbursts, there will be more pumps." My nipples are now at least an inch longer than normal. Burning and throbbing.

I've been on the edge so long I think I will fail soon

. She leaves me in this state to cool down for a while, I don't know how long, several minutes at least.

I am torn between a deliberate outburst to incur her wrath and concern that the extra pain might put me over the edge.

Just when I think I am getting it under control, my evil, she-demon, queen switches on the vibe in the plug and sets both the plug and the ring to full power.

OMG with this much pleasure, the punishment will surely be terrible...and wonderful.

She stands before me facing away. Bending at the waist, she grabs my hair and smothers me with her ass cheeks. I shove my tongue in as far as I can and lick hard and deep.

Her ass tastes SO good. She must know I can't take much more.

She puts her hands on my knees and moves backwards driving me onto my back. My heel drives my plug and cock another inch into my ass. I am about to explode. She has been masturbating furiously while watching me struggle for control. Her quivering pussy lands on my face. I suck her clit hungrily and she cums very hard. I nearly drown when she squirts up my nose and then down my throat.

The taste, the aroma, the choking for air...

It drives me over the edge.

Despite the bend of the Twisted Penis toy, despite the 180 deg twist at the base, despite the butt plug crushing my shaft in my vicelike ass, I explode. Harder than I have ever done. Rope after rope pulses through the tight restrictions. Each squirt hits my prostate, filling my rectum. Each pulse triggers another orgasm,

my first ever multiple. I am sure I have died and gone to heaven.

I am still floating in post-orgasm bliss when I feel her removing my clamps. Blood rushes back to the nipples and a new form of agony erupts. She grips them hard, twisting and pulling violently. She laughs. "No safeword, remember?" And her fun continues unabated, pinching, twisting, pulling and taunting me while I scream. Finally I beg and try to invoke my safeword anyway. Bad choice.

When I beg for mercy, she grabs the clover clamps. These aren't your grandma's clamps. They've got interlocking spikes on the pads to dig in deep and concentrate the clamping force on a few points. When she clamps my left nipple, I learn instantly what that really means. I become incoherent.

"Like that?" My jibbering babble is interpreted as "More please." Did I mention she is evil incarnate?

She holds the clamp at the hinge point and pulls on the chain to set the spikes hard. Then she throws the weight off to the side of my chest, twisting and pulling on the nipple. She laughs some more when I howl again in pain. Then she repeats it all on the other nipple while taunting me. My shrieks and screams are as useless as they are endless.

"I hope you appreciate me showing you what I want when it's your turn on top." I don't think I even recognize that as an invitation. I'm deep in sub-space now and not much is registering except pain.

"Here, let me take some of that weight off." She gently lifts the weights and smiles, evilly. "Better?" She drops them off the sides again. Laughs, lifts, smiles and drops or sometimes throws. Once or twice she throws the left weight at the right nipple. Bingo. Direct hits. She seems to become bored with this abuse. She lifts the weights one more time. Then her evil smile turns feral.

She continues to lift the weights,

and me!

, pulling me shrieking back to my kneeling position. SLAP, SLAP! "That's for trying the safeword when you knew it was not available. Now get on your back." I struggle to comply not knowing how much worse things will get.

She pushes my legs back over my head. "So. About that unauthorized orgasm, or was it several? No matter. You will pay full price soon enough."

She pulls out the butt plug along with my softening cock. Yank might be a better way to describe it

.

My mouth opens to cry out, only to have the butt plug shoved in. "Clean it well, slave. And while you're at it, push out that yummy creampie. I love those. Do it well and things may get better for you."

She puts a solid lip lock on my distended asshole. Her long tongue dives in while her suction and my pushing delivers a huge load of chocolate creampie into her mouth. Before I can finish cleaning the plug she takes the plug out and jams it back in my prolapsed ass. Then, she dives into a French kiss that feeds me almost the entire load. I need to swallow it if I want to keep breathing. Swallowing with your legs over your head isn't easy. As I am trying to take my first gulps, she switches from my mouth to my nose. She blows the remainder of my load into my sinuses.

I will smell that for days, reminding me of this session.

"I lied. It may get worse..." She expects that this violent anal, oral and nasal assault will make me hard again. But I am softened for the moment. Before I can recover from the flurry of assaults and orgasms, she pulls my cock out of one of the Twisted Penis rings. If it wasn't for the softening and coating of cum as lube, the points would have shredded the shaft. As it is, I am now half hard thanks to the other ring and the vibes which are still on full power.

With my legs over my head, my cock dangles in front of me. She puts the bruised, soiled head of my cock in my mouth. I am commanded to suck and sometimes able to breathe through my mouth since my nose is mostly plugged.

I can't believe she is continuing to ravage me.

Genuine fear begins to set in, along with a powerful craving for more. I am far out of any previous experience.

She yanks on the weights of my nipple clamps. My muffled cries are music to her ears. Sometimes holding the hinge point and pulling the chain for maximum grip. Sometimes stretching the nipple to its limits. Her face shows her intentions to break me. The effect on my cock is immediate and I grow back to full strength in short order.

Then she straddles my legs above my head and bounces. My flexibility allows her to force my cock down my throat. I've always been able to suck myself but never tried to deep throat. I choke and gag. This goes beyond deep throat and becomes a full on face fucking. To make matters worse she starts fucking my ass with the butt plug. Yank out, jam in. Over and over again. I can't scream while choking on my cock.

She says, "I won't stop till you give me another load to replace the one I fed you." She gets in sync, yanking out as she raises up, jamming in as she drops down. Over and over again.

In my demented sub-space mind, my cock and the butt plug become one.

I am fucking my own throat and my own ass at the same time with my own cock/plug.

The thought is too much for me. I am about to cum again. She takes off the clamps, grabs my already brutalized nipples, twists and yanks hard. The intensity drives me to another powerful orgasm. A huge load.

I know only that I don't dare to swallow

. I wait in agony and ecstacy until she tires of damaging my nipples.

Her feral rage is gone. "That's enough for tonight, darling... As long as you have my load..." She climbs off me and snuggles up and I hope this is the end of this extreme hypersexual session. We kiss to share the last creampie and I start to fall asleep in her arms. I remain bound and plugged in preparation for tomorrow's tortures. Her last words are "Remember. Now you know what I want and how I want it..."