Rita hung completely naked by her stretched arms from the overhead beam. The thatch of her pussy hair failed to cover her swollen, puffed, red cunt lips. Her thin flat tits were taut and her engorged nipples advertised their arousal with their crinkled dark fullness. Her head was back and her breathing labored through the black ball gag strapped between her teeth. She was hanging just above the floor as she twisted back and forth. She was covered with cane and whip marks. Rising red welts told of a beating with a cane. They covered her thighs back and front, ass cheeks, cunt mound, shoulders and tits with no discrimination. A red and purple, hot glow from her ass and shoulders told of a sustained flogging. Her glazed eyes and light sheen of sweat over her whole body told of her agony in sub-space. She was ready to be finished off. I was ready to release her. She just needed to pick from the methods I was about to offer her. I got ready to ask her again.
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The day had started routinely enough. I was in the office working on a couple of projects when Rita called and asked if I was interested in seeing a new piece of work she had started. Given that my last two visits to her homebased art studio had ended up with us engaged in some pretty wild sex - my cock immediately twitched at her inquiry. I asked what days this week she had in mind.
"Well - like now" was her response.
I looked in my calendar just to check I really did have a "desk only" day. I did.
"I can be there in an hour" was my answer.
"See you soon".
I drove over, wondering what Rita was working on now. Her work could be portrait or large murals. It was a pretty wide gamut. Whenever we had looked at her work - or she had looked at my phone to see pictures I was considering painting - our personal spaces had overlapped and one thing had led to another. And she did seem to like a little BDSM and watersports which I found very exciting.
I parked and knocked on the door. My cock was semi-rigid in my pants and I leaned forward slightly to keep the cloth loose and not too obvious. Rita met me in her usual sweatshirt, shorts and vest. All splattered with paint. Her tomboyish hair and smile and the usual polite businesslike handshake. Her sweatshirt was not displaying her nipples on her small breasts like they had in the past. Maybe this really was a visit to look at her latest work in progress?
She handed me a mug of freshly prepared coffee and grabbing her own said:
"This way - in the basement."
I could assume is was a large mural on a canvas rolled out along the wall to be worked on. So I was a little surprised when we got down the basement steps to find that, though there was a canvas rolled out along the wall, it was completely blank.
"So what are you working on?" was my question.
"I'm hoping you will help me with a piece of performance art." was Rita's reply.
And she drew me to the other side of the basement where one would normally stand back to look at the canvas. There was an exercise mat on the floor - the interlocking foam tiled variety that you could make any size you wanted. It was about 6ft by 6ft. Above it on an attic beam was a pully block chained to the beam. To the side on the wall was a hook for tying off ropes. On a rolling cart to the side were a variety of things which she drew me over to examine. Each item had a paper label tied to it with a name and suggested use. My eyes widened in surprise. There was quite a variety and I wondered what Rita had in mind and who was going to be doing the performing.
To start with there was a multi-tailed leather flogger. Soft brown suede leather, about three foot long. The tails being about two feet and the handle one. The label read: 'Flogger - to warm the skin and raise a nice red hue.'
Then a black riding crop. The type with a stiff bendy core, plaited along its length with leather and tapering down to a small flat pad of leather on the end. About three inches square. The label read: 'Crop - to apply localized stings."
Then a cruel looking thin wood cane. About four feet long - the wood was flexible and the tip had a small soft copper tip worked on it to prevent the wood splitting. The label read: 'Cane - to raise welts, screams and pain levels."
As Rita stood there showing me each item and describing them she started to move from foot to foot as if slightly uncomfortable. I could see her nipples beginning to rise into her sweatshirt, which was just as well as my cock was now beginning to swell quite distinctly. But I was still wondering who would be using these on who.
Rita continued across the cart. A black rubber ball gag had shining chrome mouth hooks and attached to them were black leather straps with a chrome buckle. The label read: 'Gag - to silence or mute the screams. To muffle safe words.' That was interesting.
Then two black steel rods. Clearly spreader bars. About six feet long. Each with a chrome ring attached to a welded lug on the center and either end also had chrome rings on lugs. They were stout and not likely to bend under any weight. The label read: 'Spreader Bars - to prevent legs being closed and force intimate exposure. To suspend.'
Then a pile of four cuffs. Though the outsides were stiff, thick black leather with straps and chrome buckles, the inside of the cuffs were lined with thick, soft, padded chamois leather. The cuffs could be made to overlap and so could accommodate sizes as large as a calf down to a thin wrist. The outside of the cuffs also had large chrome rings worked into the leather. The label read: 'Cuffs - to restrain limbs.'
We were both drinking our coffee and I noticed Rita was beginning to move around a bit more on the balls of her feet. Her baggy shorts were beginning to crease like she was clenching herself a bit. Her nipples were now definitely prominent through her shirt. My cock was now very hard and trying to escape through the waistband of my boxer shorts and pants. But Rita kept picking things up and examining them and explaining what they were.
She picked up a shiny pear-shaped object with a ring on the end of it. She demonstrated. Turning the ring made the pear start to open into three distinct "petals" of shining metal. The more the ring got turned - the more open and distended the pear became. Rita gazed at it with some fascination and a slightly dreamy look in her eyes as she wound it open and then closed back down to its normal pear shape. She put it down on the cart again. The label read: 'Pear - to insert into an orifices and wind open to inflict pain. Anus, Vagina, Mouth.'
Then a selection of pulley blocks. Stout teak wood cases with bronze pulley wheels and chromed metal strapping. The straps had eyes on them and some also had hooks on the end allowing them to be hung up. The label read: 'Pulley Blocks - Hoisting or applying pressure.'
Then there were three coils of rope. Each a different thickness. Quarter, Half and One inch diameter. The rope was made of hairy sisal type material, rough, creamy colored and each length appeared to be in the area of two hundred feet. The labels read: 'Rope - for restraint, binding or hoisting.'
Next to the rope was a stiletto type knife. A four inch black leather bound handle and a six-inch tool steel double edge blade. As Rita rotated it, the light glinted off the razor-sharp edges. The label read: 'Knife - to cut rope.'
As we got to the end of the cart top - a selection of black silicone plugs and dildos. The silicone a dull lustrous black. All with flared bases. Some were shaped like simple flared plugs, some were molded to resemble real cocks with veins. Some were impossibly long - twelve and twenty inches of serpentine silicone. Some were obscenely wide pyramid shapes. The label read: 'Plugs - for insertion, testing and fullness.'
Finally a selection of bottles containing lubes. The label read: 'Lubes - allergen free and water based.'
As we got to the end of the cart Rita was standing very close to me. She was now squirming quite a bit below her hips and her nipples were ready to be firmly grasped and twisted. So I wondered what the performance was about.
"Now what?" I asked.
"A pain performance" said Rita. "One of us gets to administer the pain. The other receives it. The performer goes slowly so the receiver goes to subspace and cums like they never have before. Do you want to play?"
At this Rita reached down and grasped my package from underneath though my pants. Grasping for and holding my balls and squeezing firmly. My cock jerked and leaked precum. I could smell her pussy aroma rising up between us as she stood in close.
"Who performs and who receives?" I asked.
"Well, I thought we might toss a coin for it - but only after you agree to play and accept the outcome of the coin toss. If we toss the coin - you must play." she said. She squeezed my balls some more.
I thought about it. Last time Rita and I had played she had been pretty adamant that I use her for my pleasure and that if she screamed "No" or "Stop" I was to ignore her. I was only to actually stop if she used her safe word. Which was "Acrylics" and unlikely to be said in error. I had enjoyed slapping her slim tits, crushing her nipples and slamming my cock into her. I had finished in her ass - pounding it deep, cumming and then as I softened filling it with my coffee overloaded piss. But it had been more or less on my terms. In the performance on offer - there was a chance that Rita would be performing on me and I would be the receiver of her ministrations. I would always have a safe word to fall back on - well I hoped - we had never actually tested if the other would stop if the safe word got played. And then I remembered one of the items on the table.
"What about the ball gag? It would stop you using a safe word."
"You would signal - if you are ball gagged. Three distinct forward and backward nods of the head are the signal to stop. Shaking back and forth does not count - only front to back nods. Rita demonstrated by slowly nodding three times. No restraining the head while a ball gag is in play."
She seemed to have this figured out. I just wondered what she might do to me if she won the coin toss and got to perform on me. The thought of being lightly flogged with the soft flogger was exciting and I would love her to do it to me. The copper tipped cane - designed to 'raise welts and pain' - I was not so sure. Would I cave early and use my safe word? Would I curtail the performance? Would I disappoint? Would I....?
"Play or No Play?" Rita interrupted my thought and squeezed my balls again till they ached dully and my cock dribbled more pre-cum. I seemed to be able to take that and I felt a surge of energy in me. Whether I was to be sub-spaced or put Rita into subspace - I wanted to do this.
"I will play" I offered.
