Pain. Oh sweet raw pain; so misunderstood. Now you may be of the opinion that pain is for sick fucks or you may be in the camp that the mention of pain makes your cunt clench or cock throb. There's the kind of pain that we all hate such as stubbing our toe or whacking our funny bone but then there's the sweet, sweet pain where two worlds mesh and it becomes difficult to distinguish between the aching and pure pleasure. Now I'm no expert and don't believe I'm a sadist although some may disagree. I believe when pain is delivered in the right doses, the setting is ripe and a dash of creativity is added pain is in fact heavenly.
The story to follow is fictional although for someone I adore; it will soon become her reality.
Forks, yes forks the everyday utensil we use in our everyday lives. With a little creativity and imagination they can become devilish little toys. I hope after reading this story you will never look the same way twice at the innocence of forks.
The story begins...
She is summoned to the dining room table knowing she is going to be given a lesson on how to be forked. She arrives as requested wearing a dress shirt of Mine and a pair of her "Sunday-go-to-meeting" panties. As the gentleman I am I pull out her chair, grab a handful of hair and place her down gently into the seat which is directly across from Mine. I love how she trembles as her body betrays her mind and her limbs start to shake outside of her control simply by ripping into her hair and twisting her down and into place. Moving in behind her I place the palms of my hands on the top of her head carefully intertwining her hair through my interlocked fingers massaging and tugging while I explain our play in a whispered hush.
"You are about to meet Tom. Dick and Harry. They are new toys you will watch me build. Once built your new playmates will be used to map you with My marks. Is this understood?"
She simply nods.
Taking her wrists and moving them into place behind the chair the cuffs are applied giving her just enough room to remain comfortable. Another set of cuffs adorn her ankles and fastened to the chair legs. Next applied is a red ball gag that I look forward to her whimpering through once play begins. For the final touch is My frisky little black leather collar with an inlay of red hearts and an "O" ring.
Now that she's secured into place it's time to play. I take my seat across from her and lay out six harmless, gleaming stainless steel forks lined up like little tin soldiers.
"Watch Me build and don't you dare remove the forks from your gaze." growling at her.
"Your first set will be named Tom, the second set Dick and the third Harry. Remember these as your new play toys 'lil girl."
Picking up the first pair of forks I simply face them away from one another back to back. I peer up at her and see her eyes open like saucers. Now with a few elastic bands I tightly band the around the handle to secure them against one another. To finish off the handle from a spool of velveteen ribbon I wrap it around hugging the steel tightly to form a nicely finished appearance.
"Tom will be used to torture your breasts and nipples. Do like like your new friend Tom?" I ask rhetorically.
The next set I pick up and begin to clean the tines with a chamois before placing them facing each other and interlocking the tines.
"This is Dick and he'll be used to drag your ass, tailbone and rim your pretty little asshole. Is this understood?" said in a hushed tone.
Once again the handle is finished in the exact same fashion as the previous toy.
The last implement to be put together is Harry. Harry is formed by placing one handle on top of the other with the prongs facing up in the opposite direction to form one long two ended fork and again secured with elastics and the ribbon handle.
"This is Harry My dear and he'll being teaching you to cum like a good girl through some risk and reward play while you learn to cum through the pain." stated with certainty.
"Are you ready to meet Tom pretty thing? Are you ready to wear My marks?"
Moving in behind her with Tom placed in my hand like a painter would hold his brush I notice a trickle of sweat beading and rolling over her temple. I lean into her and kiss away her salt to taste her apprehension. She is beautiful and delicious and she fuels My passion for pain.
"We must open My shirt and expose those wonderful breasts." I whisper in her ear.
Now with the prongs grasping under a button I begin to twist the fork around the threads and with one quick, hard jerk the button disappears, drops and tinkles across the hardwood floor.
Each button is removed slowly and systematically until all are removed and My shirt is opened exposing her wonderful full breasts and hardened nipples. The first order of business is to scrawl My name into her heaving breasts as the fork spin their magic. F-R-O-Z-E-N. Her head snaps back as the first few letters mark her. I'm careful to write lightly at first but with each letter the pressure of the prongs sink deeper. H-E-A-T. Her breasts light up as the welts formed by the path of the tines redden. Her whimpers and moans speak to Me and I know she is there for Me; presented and willing to give herself over. The prongs of Tom are splayed open and allow me to pass the prongs on either side of her nipple without touching it. I can see her ripe, hard nipple displayed properly imprisoned between the bars of tines. I caress her breast avoiding her nipple with each pass and she remains still as the trust and connection build between us.
"Do you need Me to hurt you? I demand.
She hesitates which sets me on fire. I'm not a patient man when I'm made to wait for answers.
Do you fucking need Me to hurt you? I repeat laced with anger.
Her response is immediate this time. "Oh. yes Sir I need your pain." her voice shakes to Me.
"Good girl." I tell her
The forks begin to sink in deeper, her nipple still untouched but the flesh is pocked, red and dotted as her breast swallows the pain. My hand goes to her throat, the tines working deeper and now twisted in ever so slightly. She begins to drool through her gag and her breathing becomes hushed as she pants. She is now Mine and the other breast needs the same attention. She realizes she's where she belongs as her eyes start to well and give away her secret. The other nipple is housed as the first and her anticipation has her shaking her head side to side as the twisting begins. Her breathing more checkered and her mouth rivers like a waterfall. She is Mine and she's beautiful.
