Bryndis didn't give her a long time to consider what had just happened, just five minutes. Five minutes of silence on his part, five minutes of weeping on her part. He knew that he could allow her, as he had done before, to cry herself out, possibly go to sleep afterwards, to comfort her and hold her; however, that was not the point of her training today. She had been told that this day would be a challenge, that she would feel pain and discomfort all day. He knew that she did not realize what this entailed, but he had meant what he had said. That did not mean, however, that she wouldn't have any release at all. For the next stage of her pain training, however, he wanted to move her out of the room where she slept and out of the room where she had just safeworded.
He looked at her and sighed. Sobbing, with her hands over her face, her large breasts red and crisscrossed with dark purplish stripes, her legs resting open, revealing her distended clit, which was bruised almost to blue... she looked so sexy. And frail - not a word he would have normally associated with Annis. He wanted to know what her face looked like when she came feeling like this. He wanted to know what she sounded like and whether or not her nipples would pucker and strain out when they had been beaten and bruised. He felt himself getting thick beneath his jeans. 'Calm down,' he told himself. 'Not yet. You can't take her yet.' His new mantra, it seemed. He could, however, fulfill some of his desires.
Annis, meanwhile, was struggling. She felt like she couldn't breathe fast enough or cry hard enough to rid herself of the burn. Her mouth was actually okay - the clothespins hadn't left any lasting pain anywhere really. But her pussy... and her chest... 'I don't want to look at them,' she thought. The pain seemed to be coursing all through her body, through the bench, through the floor. The silence from Bryndis seemed to shout at her, shout his disappointment, his uncertainty. She acknowledged the voice inside her that whispered 'Failure? You are a failure. He'll probably send you away...' She couldn't stop crying at the thought of leaving him, especially after this. 'He said to trust him,' she told the voice, 'but God, it hurts!' Suddenly, she realized that she understood what he meant when he said that she said she trusted him but didn't act like she did. She had not trusted him - she still didn't trust him - not to leave her. She was waiting for him to get scared or to deem her unfit for his service. Tears kept flooding down her face, but now it was not only from pain, but also because she saw her hypocrisy.
She heard him say her name. It sounded like it was coming from a long way away, out of some dark space. 'Annis,' Bryndis said, 'if you are listening to me, move your hands from your face. You can keep your eyes closed.' Still crying, she moved her hands from her face, but kept her eyes tight shut. She was gasping for breath now, but she was listening for him. 'Annis, I want you to cradle each breast in your hands and I want you to continue doing so until I say otherwise.' Slowly, she moved her hands to her breasts, scared to touch them, but knowing that this was exactly the sort of thing she would have hesitated to do before. She was going to try to act like she trusted him. 'Don't squeeze them or pull,' he said, seeing her slow movements. 'I just want you to give yourself the extra support.' When both of her cupped palms were overflowing with her breasts, he stroked her cheek, wiping away her tears.
'Annis, I want you to sit up and follow me into the front room. I want you to lie down on the white rug, keeping your breasts as supported with your hands as possible. Butterfly your legs open,' as he said this, his hand slid over the top of her thigh and he bent over her to whisper in her ear, 'When you have, I want you to meditate, not on what has happened, but on the vibrator between your legs. The egg vibrator buried deep in your tight pussy.'
Her eyes flew open. She had, in fact, practically forgotten about the buzzing little egg between her legs. Suddenly, it took priority in her mind and the pain and the voice of failure receded to a thumping dullness underneath the vibrations. She saw him get up and, in several quick, long steps, leave the room.
She tried to get up, swinging her feet off the bench (bed? altar?), but as soon as she started to rise, she felt dizziness try and overcome her. Falling back, she decided just to take it slow, first sitting and then standing. Even sitting was harder than she had anticipated. Reminding herself that Bryndis has encouraged her to cradle her breasts 'as much as possible' rather than 'at all times', she reached behind her with one hand, feeling the pain of the weight of her breast beat at her, and pushed herself into a sitting position. The dizziness returned, but, after a few minutes, receded. As her vision returned to normal and she replaced her hand under her breast, she felt her curiosity grow and wanted to check herself over for any permanent damage. However, though she knew Bryndis was patient, she didn't want to keep him waiting too long; she took three deep breaths and, holding on to the table with one hand, stood up. She had expected more dizziness; what she didn't expect was the incredible, almost impossible, pain from her pussy and especially her clit. Standing had meant pressure from her thighs squeezing her pussy lips, pressure making the pain so intense that she squatted down on the floor as dry sobs wracked her body. 'Oh my God,' Annis thought. 'I'd fantasized about pain before, but I never thought about the lasting impressions on my body. I don't know if I can move at all...' Before that thought had time to sink in, however, she thought about Bryndis waiting for her, his faith in her and his command for her to follow him. 'I can do this. If I try and I really can't, I'll use my warning word and he'll come and help me.' Slowly, she stood, this time ensuring that her legs were sufficiently apart so that they didn't touch her clit. This meant that, waddling and supporting her breasts again, she followed Bryndis into the front part of the cavern with its deep rugs and wide vistas. She looked for him quickly, but didn't see him.
Once she had knelt and then lain back on the centre white rug, she began to think about the vibrations coming from the egg vibrator in her pussy. Slowing her breath and focusing her energy on her pussy both stimulated the pain and made it less important. She couldn't ignore the literally bone-deep ache and the sharp jolts of pain coming from her clit after the beating from the rebenque, but she was also aware of the fact that her inner thighs were glistening and that she was shivering from more than the pain and the cool breeze. She moaned and, as though she were trying to release, raised her back up off the floor.
Bryndis was in the shadows, watching her. He had taken off his clothes as soon as he was out of her view and, through fissures in the stone, had watched her struggle to her feet, glad that she was careful but not hesitant. 'Something's changed in her,' he thought. He was surprised and glad the she hadn't looked herself over and kept him waiting. Watching her try and walk across the room, looking at her marked body, watching her kneel and then lay down while supporting her breasts had him hard. When he saw her start to writhe with arousal, he realized his patience was at an end. He grabbed lube and another vibrator, the same model that, when she was at home, affected her so strongly she used to use it with her 'pussy pad' (a phrase that made him smirk), and began to move into the light.
'Annis,' he called, striding out to her. Immediately she stilled her body, though Bryndis noted, smiling, that her pussy was still quivering and was gleaming with her need. 'Annis, do you want to come?' He knew she was still struggling with this and so was taken aback when she answered almost immediately,
'Yes, Master, I want to come.' She was still, her face composed. Still, her voice strained out to him, carrying the pain she was still in. Bryndis didn't know yet what exactly had shifted, but this eagerness was something he had hoped for. Her strained voice sent a pulse up his cock as he positioned himself around her and settled the vibrator very gently between her inner right thigh and her distended, dark purple, bruised clit. 'Annis, you can come as often as you want to for the next stage in your training.' He saw some of the tension leave her body and a deep moan escaped her lips. He smiled, drawing his fingers lightly across her nipples.
'The question is, Annis, can you come when you are in pain?' She opened her eyes and began to pant. He saw her fear and felt the surge of tension in her body; it made him want to slam into her, to relieve her, to come. It was his turn to shudder. 'Not pain like before,' he growled out. 'Nothing you haven't already handled. It's just that I want you to come this time.'
