Author's Note: All characters are above the age of 18. I want to thank my wife for editing and my friend Ann for her encouragement.
Persephone craned her neck to look at Vince. She bit her lip in anticipation of what he would do to her next. Her heart was already pounding from the sudden intense orgasm she had just experienced.
"Now that it's calibrated," Vince swiped his phone screen, "let's begin."
The dildo inside of her inflated again and began vibrating. The plug in her ass and the wand pressed up against her sex started in tandem. The three pulsed and undulated at a slightly different frequency and speed, slowly building and then backing off in intensity.
The strength vibrators rotated from her outside her sex, within her sex, then to her ass, and back again. The sensations were disorienting. She moaned and whimpered loudly as her toes curled - electricity built between her legs.
Then she heard a sharp snap, and pain radiated from the bottom of her right foot. "Fuck!" she yelped and instinctively tried to shield her feet.
"Is that language a submissive slut should use?" Another snap, and she felt the same sting on her left foot.
She yelped again. "Fuck..." Persephone strained to see what Vince was using; in his hand was a riding crop.
"Stop trying to protect your feet, and I won't have to do something more drastic," he warned.
Snap. He struck her right foot in a slightly different area of the foot. She couldn't help but try to protect them from the second hit on her left foot. Every instinct fought against making it available to his onslaught. He pulled up her big toe and hit her even harder on her left foot.
"Please," she pouted. She felt herself start to tremble from the pain and pleasure that was overwhelming her. Then, suddenly, the vibrators all slowed down to a slight tickle and then shut off completely.
"You can't say I didn't warn you." Vince took out a length of twine, then tied one end and wrapped it around her right big toe. He threaded the twine through the eye hook installed in the ceiling, then back down to her left big toe and tightly wrapped and tied that toe as well. He had immobilized her feet.
"I take it all back," she panted. "You are sadistic."
"I told you..." he said. "But you can take some comfort in the fact that this is torture for me too. Seeing you like this is making me harder than I've been in a long time - it's driving me crazy."
"Yeah - that's so fucking comforting," she said as the vibrators began whirling back to life, slowly working up to speed. "How long are we going to do this?"
He quickly hit the bottom of both of her feet, causing her to whimper. "All night long," he said with a wicked grin.
"Fuck me..."
"Not until I squeeze at least three orgasms from you."
He struck the bottoms of both her feet three times in quick succession. Persephone yelped and struggled to evade his treatment of her feet. At the same time, the vibrators strummed on her various parts, stronger with each pass. The pain now felt like it was urging her towards an inevitable orgasm. She felt herself nearing that breaking point - electricity building, threatening to strike - before the vibrators suddenly stopped.
"Damn it! I was so close..." she yelled.
"That's the idea," he said. "I think now you should be asking yourself whether it was the pain that brought you so close or the vibrators."
"Vibrators," she answered.
"Are you so sure about that?" he chuckled.
Vince reached back down into his toy box and brought out a short pointed dowel. Persephone strained to see it. "Oh - what are you going to do to me? Write on me like I'm a clay tablet?"
"Yep."
He pressed the tip into the tender part of her foot and slowly moved it along the surface of her skin. It felt not quite like a pain but not quite ticklish either. It was this strange between-sensation that unsettled her and made her wince and wiggle. A lump settled in her throat as the vibrators began to whirl.
"Vince - stop," she whined.
"You know your safe word. You can say it, and it'll stop," he said firmly.
"I don't want it to stop - I just don't like this," she pouted as he continued.
He stopped, and she relaxed. She closed her eyes and focused on the infuriating vibrations. The intensity was building ever so painfully slow now that she could hardly tell that they were increasing. Her forehead dripped with sweat just as her sex dripped with her juices. Then she felt it again.
The stylus imprinted itself into her other foot and wrote in the ink of that strange sensation she couldn't stand. He gripped the back of her foot to prevent her from trying to wiggle away. Persephone gritted her teeth.
"You're pissing me off," she warned. "That's such a weird feeling."
"Go ahead. Yell at me."
"YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE! What the fuck do you think you're doing? FUCK, that's... I don't know how to describe it."
"Torture?" he suggested.
Her heart sank. "Fucker..." she mumbled. She was once again nearing the edge. Her body started shaking.
"I trust you to use your safeword. If you were really in distress, you'd use it right now," Vince growled. "Do you want this to end?"
She shook her head and pouted.
He tossed the stylus aside and picked up the phone. "Good slut," he said as he swiped the screen of his phone.
Open Mind, Willing Body, Obedient Heart
The full power of three vibrators buzzing within her suddenly hit Persephone, and a wave of crackling electricity flowed through her body, enflaming every nerve ending with intense pleasure. She arched her back and curled her toes, fought against the binding holding her in place, and screamed out. Her whole body convulsed, and a spray of her cum landed on the bedsheets beneath her.
"FUCK!!!"
