He stood in front of her, a strange look on his face. She tried to fathom it: certainly there was sadness there, concern, but also eagerness... looking down, she knew also that he was deeply excited by the prospect.
"I am not sure about this darling," he said, seriously. "I had intended punishing you a little, and teaching you many things, but I know that you wish to experience this side of me, that it has fascinated you for too long. But there will be limitations. I will not verbally abuse you, not for anything or anyone. You are not any of the things I could call you, and that I know you have been called. I also know I could destroy you, just by my words, in fact, far more by my words than by any physical harm. Just because I can doesn't mean that I should. And I won't. I will not do this all in one go, either. Tonight will be a foretaste, before we sleep wrapped in each other's arms. You WILL get the rest later, and there will be no backing out after this point. Do you understand, sbff?"
She nodded, her eyes wide as she realised that she would finally see the dark sadistic side he spoke of occasionally. When she had really begged him to, he had spoken of girls who he had reduced to tears, of the dark pleasure of pushing them still further. Her mind had dwelled on the awful things he had said, the pain that they had endured. She had to know this side of him, wanted to try to understand why it was there, and why he never showed it to her.
He moved still closer to her, as she stood helpless, her arms already beginning to ache. Kissing her, he told her how special she was to him, how he adored her as a perfect toy, funny, sweet, cute, sexy, such a willing pleasure giver.
"I will be with you through every last element of pain, darling. I will care for you, even though it is me causing you this. I will test you, push you, and push you beyond what you can handle, but you will be ok, I promise."
She smiled at him, and leaned into his kiss passionately, feeling the excitement building. He walked over to his second case, and opened it, revealing many toys, many that she had seen used on those horrible yet exciting porn clips she dared herself to watch in secret.
He picked up a ball gag and walked back to her. His face was different now, harder perhaps. Efficiently, he strapped it in place, forcing her mouth wide open. She started to drool so quickly, tried to keep it in, but was humiliated to feel it dripping onto her breasts.
He followed its path with his fingers, then, suddenly, slapped her tits hard. 3, 4 times on each, stinging ringing gasps that left her breathless. She could feel the heat of the slaps and knew there would be livid marks on her.
Without waiting for her to recover, he pulled and twisted her nipples, stretching them far enough to strain her arms against the rope. Then, grasping them firmly, he shook her tits hard. The pain was intense, seeming to fill her whole world. Yet it was arousing, too.
She yelped into her gag, but knew it was too late; He would not stop now until he had decided she had suffered enough. The knowledge terrified her, yet excited her, and a glance at his face reassured her that he was still watching her, caring for her despite his apparent absorption in the task.
He released her nipples, but brought out a bag of clothes pegs. "I have many toys," he murmured to her, "But I enjoy using everyday items, because I know that, every time you see one of these now, you will remember what I did you."
He placed a peg on her left nipple, gently closing it. The pain quickly grew to fill her whole world, making the peg he placed on the right nipple a surprise. He stood back watching her face. She stood proudly, eyes watering, but determined to accept his actions and to show her lover how strong she could be.
Stepping forward, he held a peg in each hand and looked into her eyes. Holding her in his gaze, he ripped the pegs from her nipples without opening them.
She shuddered, almost growling into her gag. The pain was intense, her nipples on fire. He smiled a strange smile and replaced them in exactly the same spots, biting into her tender nipples. 3 further times he repeated this, always making her look into his eyes as she did it. She was crying now, her nipples so sore and tender, but she could stand it with him there, his soft words comforting her and arousingly at odds with his actions.
Leaving the pegs on her reached down and behind her, his body touching hers, his cock nestling at the entrance to her wet, hungry pussy. He grasped the butt plug that she was still enduring.
"Does it hurt, darling?" He asked.
She nodded urgently, but then screamed into her gag as he pulled the plug out without warning. Her hips thrust away from the pain, forcing her to impale herself on his achingly hard cock. He pushed the plug back in again, stretching her tight ass with it, making her feel stretched, abused, dirty. Each pushed forced her further onto him, the pain and the pleasure becoming confused in her mind.
After the pleasures of the day, she could not hold long, and came violently on his cock, until she was hanging limply by the ropes that bound her. He kept her there until she had finished twitching and moaning, and then gently untied her and removed the simple toys.
He lowered her gently onto the bed and lay there, clasping her tightly and whispering his love for her. Even in his soft words, though, there was a promise of worse, much worse to come. A reminder that this had been a gentle foretaste of things to come.
"Lay with me now my darling," he said. "Let me comfort and love you, let me sooth away the hurt. Fall asleep in my arms..."
She so wanted to return the pleasure to him as they lay naked beneath the light, crisp sheets. Her hands sought out his still hard cock, and started to stroke it. Her lips kissed his. But the adrenaline of the day, and of this session in particular, had taken its toll. She needed his comfort and strong arms, and a blissful exhaustion overcame her.
