Part 4 – Crucible
Michelle stared at him, not hiding the defiance she was feeling. In their time together, she'd rarely cried and certainly never begged. She now fully understood the challenge she'd accepted. He wanted to break her, and she had a choice to either endure or quit. In her heart she knew she would not be broken, and quitting meant losing, so her only choice was to endure. The last thing she saw as he brought the blindfold down over her eyes was his beautiful smile mocking her.
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In her private darkness, Michelle marveled at her husbands attention to detail. The wireless headphones were lightweight, but blocked out any ambient sounds. All she could hear was his voice through the microphone he wore; and the ethereal music that had no discernible beat, so she had no concept of time. The thick blindfold was soft and comfortable and absolutely no light could penetrate. It wrapped around her head, and under her chin, ending in a stiff snug fitting collar. She could move her head side to side and up, but would not be able to lower her chin. She concentrated, hoping to feel the movement of the room air or a slight draft to determine the direction she faced. The air in the room was warm and still and fragranced with a combination of musk, spice, and her own recent secretions. She detected no hint of Mark's cologne. Even if he stood directly in front of her, she wouldn't be able to tell.
Standing on the balls of her feet, she tugged lightly at the silk cord that bound her hands and held her stretched and partially suspended. Placing her feet flat on the floor stretched her arms, and standing on her toes strained her calf muscles. The spreader bar that held her legs 4' apart pulled at her inner thighs and buttocks. The plug that still impaled her stretched her sphincter to burning, but her rectum would not yield and expel the invading object. She was growing accustomed to the pressure of the Japanese clamps on her nipples, labia, and clitoris. A single chain connected all 9 clamps to a ring on the chin strap of the blindfold. The slightest twitch or shiver reminded her that the clamps caused real pain. Michelle couldn't help but smile at her husbands genius. Even if he never touched her, just hanging in the darkness with these seemingly minor discomforts would eventually become excruciating.
"Something amuses you?" Marks voice came to her through the headphones. She had no idea how near or far he was.
"No" she answered, shaking her head and immediately regretting it as felt the pull of the clamps. She paused to let the pain subside. "I'm just amazed by how thorough you are. You seem to have thought of everything." She felt the cord cutter between her bound palms. Pulling up on it would break the bands and end the game.
"Yes, I have." He said. She could hear the smile in his voice. "You haven't had dessert yet, have you?"
Michelle smiled when the aroma of coffee and cocoa reached her nose. She opened her mouth to receive the tiny spoonful of TirimiSu, her favorite dessert. "Mmmmm...", she moaned ready for more. She felt the next spoonful touch the space between her nose and top lip. Lifting her chin to receive it, she felt the sharp pull on the clamps. In spite of the pain, she couldn't help but be impressed by the irony of his device. She would be forced to torture herself to enjoy this dessert. As the creamy confection melted down her throat, and the clamps pulled viscously on her tenderest parts, she understood what he meant by blending pleasure and pain.
Dessert finished and skin almost numb from the pressure of the clamps, Michelle was pleasantly surprised to feel his bare chest pressed against hers. His foot on the spreader bar held her feet flat on the floor, putting all of her weight on her arms. The whimper she'd been fighting finally escaped when he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. "You're in pain, aren't you?" he whispered, kissing her roughly. He moved his body against hers, jiggling the clamps that now brought tears to her eyes.
"Y...y...yes..." she stuttered, trying to keep the pain out of her voice. She barely noticed his hand moving up the inside of her thigh, until she felt him tap the clamp that was crushing her clitoris.
"I think you're lying." he said. "I think it feels good to you, doesn't it?"
"Nooo..." she whimpered, finally giving voice to her pain.
"Tell me how good it feels."
"It hurts--" Michelle gasped when she felt the vibrations. She immediately recognized the size and shape of the small vibrator he pushed into her.
"I know it feels good, cuz you're dripping." He massaged the area around the aching clitoris, making her squirm and pull harder on the chained clamps. She felt his left arm move around behind her, and shuddered when the vibrating plug came to life. He held her tightly, moving her body, forcing her to ride the vibrator even as she was being tortured with the clamps. "Tell me how good it feels," he growled. "Tell me you want more pain."
"Noooo...noooo..." she almost sobbed. "It hurts...." she sighed in relief when she felt the movement and vibrations end. She was grateful when he kissed her lips, and lowered her chin.
"Tell me what you want."
"Please...remove...the...clamps..."
"As you wish, Milady." Michelle heard what was coming in his voice. The scream escaped her lips before he even touched the chain. White lightning flashed behind the blindfold as the pain of the clamps being snatched from her body buckled her knees. She had no idea how long she hung there. Her arms ached. Through the haze of pain, she felt Mark pressing something cool and moist to her aching nipples and swollen labia. Her throat was dry and she eagerly accepted the straw of peach nectar he pressed to her lips.
She was still panting when she felt him pull her into his arms, crushing her throbbing nipples to his bare chest. "You understand now, don't you?" Her assent was barely audible. "I want you to let go. I want you give voice to whatever you are feeling." He reached down, moving his fingers in the heat between her legs. He gently massaged the sore area, her juices allowing his fingers to easily enter in spite of the pain. "That's it...moan for me. I know it hurts, but it feels good, doesn't it?
Michelle relaxed against him and let the moan of pleasure and whimper of pain express her feelings. As he kissed her and massaged her, she felt the growing pressure; and was shocked to feel the first waves of orgasm break through the pain.
"Excellent." Mark said. "Excellent. I am soooo pleased." He stroked her hair. "Are you ok?"
"Yes...she whispered." The pain in her nipples, labia, and clitoris were subsiding with the last shudders of orgasm. When she felt the straw again pressed against her lips, she drank until he removed it. She was angry with herself for the scream. She was angry with herself for collapsing so quickly. Well, if he wanted her screams and moans then fine, he could have them. She straightened herself, resting on her toes, equalizing the pressure on her arms and legs. But she would not beg!
"I see you've composed yourself." His voice came to her unexpectedly. "Shall we continue?"
"Yes." Michelle said evenly.
She recognized the feel of the rubber flogger as it teasingly played over her skin. It was quite unnerving to feel the slap and not hear it. It actually felt good on her back. Still sensitive from the spanking, it tingled on the buttocks and thighs. She tried counting but lost count as the weight of the blows increased. She let her mind drift into the music and darkness as the gentle strokes turned to hard snaps against her skin. Unable to anticipate anything, Michelle relaxed and submitted herself to the increasing pain.
