This story is not just a BDSM story but a dark sex novel in 10 parts. Readers should bear in mind this story is pure fantasy. It involves Ava and Lorenzo's unusual sex life and predilections and certainly gets darker as it progresses. It involves some of the more unusual and painful BSDM themes and, whilst I have personally tried some of the more potentially painful practices (hard spanking is a particular favourite) I haven't indulged in strappado, whipping or caning or the medical device aspects.
Tools
After Lorenzo made Ava undergo strappado, she studiously ignored him, the whole week. This was no bad thing for either of them, as they were both getting stern warnings they were behind on their class coursework again. Her tutor told her, in no uncertain terms, that if she didn't buck her ideas up she might not make it past the winter term, which was when they did their first exams.
Ava spent the time studying and plotting, in equal measure. For the same price as a glass of wine she found the perfect thing online.
The small device arrived a couple of days later. She tried it out in the kitchen, experimenting, and was absolutely amazed that something so cheap, simple and small could work so effectively.
Her opportunity for payback with Lorenzo came sooner than she had imagined. He called up her one evening, late that week, slurring after a drinking session with a group of his college friends at a local bar. He said he had to see her, had to come over. Normally Ava would have done what she usually did, and told him to go home and sleep it off. But she had an idea. She told him to come by, saying that they could share a night cap together, and maybe something more. She'd hardly got the words out before he'd cut the call on his mobile phone. Clearly that must have done the trick, she thought.
A little preparation was required, but all was in place by the time Lorenzo arrived. He leant heavily on the door frame smiling inanely at her, having trouble steadying himself. He'd clearly had a skinfull of beer and, in this state, she'd usually have sent him packing.
But she beckoned him in, having already got him a beer out of the fridge, having no trouble convincing him to sit on the bed for a sexy smooch. Satisfied her plan would work, she watched him sup back on the beer bottle, then let him push his hand roughly down inside her panties. It was as he was trying to find her clit that she sensed his brusque touch lighten. Then, suddenly, he fell over unceremoniously into her lap. She pushed him off her, his head lolling back against the soft pillows, his body across the bed.
Good, the spiked beer had worked a charm. Now she would have about two hours to do what she wanted to, before he came round.
First things first. Ava stripped off his shirt, jeans and clothes, leaving him laying naked full length on the bed. She pulled down the bed covers on one side, rolling him onto the clean bedsheets. Then she got a towel from the bathroom, pulling it underneath his groin.
From a small toiletries bag she withdrew two new items. She'd decided that she'd better not be too drastic, as he did a lot of sports and his team sometimes had a communal shower afterwards. Lifting up his limp cock she spent a few minutes kneading it and playing with it, something she was usually unable to do, for obvious reasons. Penises were fascinating, so floppy and soft. Yet, pump them up with a heady supply of hot blood, and they were entirely different beasts altogether, or at least their possessors were. She tugged at it, fascinated by its elasticity, seeing if she could get any reaction from its comatose owner. No luck there, what a surprise.
Into a small bowl she sprayed a tennis ball amount of shaving foam, applying some liberally down the shaft of Lorenzo's penis. His long member was fairly hairy, so she was going to have to be pretty careful. Taking the tip of his soft, uncircumcised cock between finger and thumb she pulled it away from his body, amused at how flexible it was and how far she could stretch it to, almost double its length.
She took the four blade safety razor in her hand, steadily gliding it down his limp shaft, studying the long hairs as they were neatly sliced off at the base. Taking care to go in the same direction as the hairs grew from, she moved around his penis until all his prick-fuzz was gone. Lorenzo now sported an enticing baby-smooth cock.
Now for the tricky part. His balls were big and soft, making it harder to get the hairs off easily. With a little practice and only a few minor nicks, his testicles were soon bald, as was his perineum. Ava left the hair around his groin intact, so it was only as you lifted his penis that you could see he'd been shaved clean. Now for stage two.
This was the part she was least sure of, but it would certainly deliver payback for the sexual torment he had put her through. Despite the fact she really liked the way that he'd suspended from the ceiling, taking her so forcefully, she was still aggrieved that he hadn't let her cum on her own terms. She felt that, as a master, maybe Lorenzo was just a little too controlling. It was time to take him down a peg or two, show him she wanted to be the boss too sometimes, and that he might also enjoy a more submissive role.
Ava pulled open the bedside drawer, removing the small package she'd bought online. Unboxing it, she read the instructions carefully, then set to her task. At first she didn't find it easy to work out how to get the steel object to fit together but, with a little playing around, and some gentle prodding and kneading of his testicles, the first part of the device was eventually in place. The second bit was much easier to fit, as his penis was flaccid. Once the two pieces were tightly connected, Ava slipped the tiny but tough padlock between the parts, locking them securely together.
As she surveyed her handiwork she smiled, wondering exactly how he was going to react. Tomorrow his own experiences as her sex slave would begin in earnest.
She put tough Velcro straps around both his wrists and ankles, fastening a rope attached to each of them loosely around the base wheels at the four corners of the bed, so he could move relatively freely in his sleep. He was still prone on the bed, naked, snoring away to his heart's content. She stripped off her clothes, pulling the covers over the both of them, falling asleep within minutes.
When Lorenzo woke the next morning he had a splitting headache. He had a vague memory of Greg, one of his supposed mates, feeding him tequila shots at the Hunston bar around nine, but after that everything was a blur. He rolled over, surprised to find Ava's naked body next to his. He groaned inwardly. So he'd called her up and she'd obviously relented. He felt shitty. He guessed he hadn't been very good company, and this was the first time they'd got together since he'd hung her from his ceiling. But, try as he might, he couldn't remember a thing about the previous evening, apart from her letting him in, him trying not to fall over in the hallway, and then maybe having a beer. He guessed she must have persuaded him to come straight to bed. This was also bad, because he'd been making plans for his next dominant sex session, and he was guessing, that moment, he didn't look very masterful to her.
His nose itched, prompted by the morning sunlight in his eyes, shafting through a thin gap in the blue curtains in the bedroom. It was with some surprise he discovered that he wasn't able to scratch his nose, his hand coming up short, held back. Still groggy, he looked at his arm to see a black band around his wrist, with a slim cord attached that ran over the edge of the bed. He tried to move his other arm, but he only had a few inches of leeway on each side of the bed. He stretched his leg out and found he had just enough movement to extend his feet, but even thought he was lightly tied, he was strictly held in a crucifixion position across the bedsheets.
Lorenzo accepted this situation for what it was. Clearly Ava wanted to be in charge. Given his drunken arrival the night before, and he annoyance with him last week, he could hardly blame her for wanting to put him in his place. Could be good though. A jolt of sexual tension ran through him. His penis involuntarily hardened.
Ava was still nowhere to be seen but, after a minute or so, he detected the soft sound of her whistling to herself in the kitchen. There were light clattering sounds and then a smell of fresh coffee began to drift through into the bedroom. Clearly he wasn't too much in the doghouse, but he vowed not to come here again drunk.
Ava strolled into the bedroom in an obscenely short robe. He watched the silk fabric ride up, exposing her delectable bum and even a brief glimpse of her pussy, as she placed a tray with toast and coffee on the table on the opposite side of the bed. She was still whistling, a sound that Lorenzo found curiously ominous. As his cock engorged with hot blood, his groin began to feel uncomfortable. He was also concerned that there was no sign of any erection. By now the cotton bedsheets should be tenting. The pain in his groin began to increase. What the hell was happening down there?
Ava sat down next to him, sipping black coffee from a mug. She had a Mona Lisa smile on her face, a smug yet subtle grin that would have worried anyone. She put down her mug, whipping back the bedclothes. He was confused at first about what confronted him. What looked like a stainless steel torture device had been clamped over his prick and bollocks, with a brass padlock fixing the sections together. His penis was dark pink, and his balls were crimson with the red blood flow being pumped at high pressure into his groin. Shit, she had fastened a chastity device on him. He began to sweat.
"Morning, lover boy. You got a bit steaming last night and decided to call me up. So I decided to teach you a bit of a lesson."
"What the hell have you done? Get this horrendous thing off!"
"No can do. Time for me to have a little fun with you. Sorry if you're head's hurting a bit, but I've got a few incentives here, to help you perform for me. I'm master now, or should I say, mistress."
Lorenzo stayed quiet. All this thinking was making his head hurt.
Ava shimmied off her short dressing coat, placing it on the chair. She leant over his frame, his arms and legs tied in an X, and showed him a small object. He had difficulty focusing, but it looked like a miniature hammer, but with a pink silicone rubber pad at one end.
"No, I didn't think you'd know what this is. Very popular with the ladies, and perfect for taking with you on holiday, in your toiletries bag. Avoids any nosy people at airport security getting suspicious if they decide to go through your bag too. It's called a vibro-tip."
