Mrs Harts Ache Ch 03 Int 5

This is the eighth installment of

Mrs. Hart's Ache

Chapter III, Interlude V, Cassandra.

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Author's note: see the Index of Terms for the definition of any word with which you are not familiar.

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This is a simple tale of retribution, wherein the young hero teaches the mother of his newest girlfriend a few manners while enjoying a few adventures – sexual and otherwise – along the way.

James Mark Masterson.

Just your typical teenager. Smart... sexy... sophisticated... and always horny. With the time and bank to do pretty much what he wants to do.

And to do who he wants to do.

Here we meet Cassandra, our hero's rock climbing partner and... well, you'll see.

Cassandra has a rather special relationship with James, one that she'd

hate

to lose.

Cassandra's also a junky. But a very special kind of junky. She produces her own drug, but doesn't own a lab. It's all internal, just like you and me. But she's addicted...

...to both the drug – and our hero...

Happy reading.

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III The Ladies in My Life

"...Hung out at the beach with my homies. Saw a ballgame with Dad. Made a little money on the stock market. Took out the garbage. Logged a cross-country flight and spent the weekend rock climbing with Cassandra. Did her too..."

Interlude V: Cassandra

Next up is the lady that you may find to be the oddest of my eclectic circle of female companions: my climbing partner and all-around adrenaline junky, Cassandra.

I'm going to tell you a few things about her here. But not too much. She figures prominently in other parts of this tale.

Cassandra is a 26-year-old Extreme Sports nut, who owns and operates an exclusive high-end sports equipment outlet in town. The casual enthusiasts that frequent her establishment are not often let into the back room where she keeps the expert gear.

She also designs and fabricates some of her own climbing equipment. The best of her designs are fabricated in her workshop, for sale in the store. The prototypes, are often given away to friends. Those handmade pieces are treasured in the sport and free climbing worlds.

She's also the Chief Test Pilot of her stuff, which can be scary. Cassandra also writes articles and shoots photos for climbing magazines. We met in Yosemite last summer. This summer, we plan to climb Smith Rock together.

Cassandra also fucks like a rabbit. Any time, anywhere, in any position. Like Phoebe, she's very 'bendable'.

We flew over to the central part of the state one Friday afternoon. Friday night we ate, checked into a local Bed and Breakfast, then fucked each other senseless. Saturday we spent climbing,. Between meals Saturday night and Sunday morning, we fucked each other senseless again, slept a little, then fucked each other senseless once more. Sunday afternoon, we flew home. My kind of weekend.

Time out.

By the time I got home, I was exhausted. I don't know whether or not Cassandra went to work the next day, but I bagged school and spent Monday sleeping.

Time in.

Cassandra is about 5'5" 125 and built like a wedge, with abs like Batman and tits like flat shields on her chest (38B). Her breasts are capped with nipples the size and shape of strawberries. She has shoulder-length blond hair that she usually wears in a ponytail.

Pound for pound, she is the strongest person I know. Her muscles are like steel cables sheathed in velvet. You've heard it before I'm sure, but she can crack walnuts with her fingers. No shit, for real.

She climbs free, and she is good. Totally fearless on the rock face. I'm good, but I'm not that good. I use ropes.

Cassandra has no use for ropes, except in bed. She likes to be tied down. She is heavy into B&D. When climbing together, she's in charge. Off the face, she claims me as her Master. She even has a special bag, her discipline kit, which she takes on our expeditions.

Cassandra is also a complete tomboy who prefers to wear a pair of faded khaki shorts or worn jeans and a sloppy men's denim shirt rather than a skirt and blouse. She didn't own a dress or a purse until we met. I had to be firm after I took her out shopping for a new wardrobe. She hated every minute, particularly modeling the stuff for me. Especially the lingerie. The welts on her ass took a week to go down.

Occasionally, when I'm feeling particularly cruel, I have her put on makeup and real girl clothes.

Her least favorite dress-up outfit is a dark blue corset top that cradles her breasts, barely covering her nipples, and shows off her bellyring; a white linen pleated miniskirt, so short that it barely reaches her thighs and so light that it flutters in a slight breeze; a garter belt with silk stockings; and four-inch sandals with straps that lock to her ankles.

She also has one of those cute little designer clutches with a short strap. You know, one of those little pain-in-the-ass purses that a girl is always afraid of losing. Cassandra is anyway.

Time out.

Our game is that Cassandra must keep track of it, while my job is to get it away from her without her noticing. She gets punished if I suceed. But she gets the worst punishment if she makes it easy.

The worst punishment I can mete out to Cassandra is for me to ignore her for a month or so. She came close to tears the one time it's happened.

Time in.

Back to Cassandra's clothing: I rarely allow her to wear panties anyway, but certainly not with that dress-up outfit. A v-string or thong maybe, but usually not even those. I made her burn every pair of cotton panties she owned.

Oh, and when we're out together, her naked ass must always meet the surface of any seat. She

hates

it, but it also makes her very wet. She keeps extra tissues to clean up after herself.

A couple of months ago, I took her, dressed in the corset top and miniskirt of hers, to a private function put on by the sisters at a local lesbian club. Sans panties, of course, she had the ladies smelling fresh pussy as soon as she walked in the door. Bull dykes were hanging over her all night.

I made her slow dance with a few of my friends. The butches were swarming. All were in on it, and all are familiar with Cassandra's lifestyle. The ladies took turns groping her bare ass and fingering her hairless pussy, despite her obvious reluctance and discomfort.

I think Maxine is in love.

Like I said, Cassandra is into adrenaline: when she's frightened, she gets hot... and very wet.

The scene at the club scared her so much that she left a puddle of cum on the barstool. When I got her home, she dropped to her knees as soon as the door closed and blew me in the foyer of her house. She sucked my cock all the way down her throat, something that she hadn't been able to do before.

By the way, Cassandra swallows too.

Afterwards she led me to her bedroom by my dick. I put a blindfold on her, tied her to the bed spread-eagled, and then went down on her. I knew she was fantasizing that she was being taken by one of the ladies. She passed out when her orgasm hit. When she came to, I flipped her legs up to her chest, wet my cock in her pussy, then fucked her ass while I teased her clit. She came and passed out again when she felt my load shooting deep in her butt.

If you haven't yet guessed, Cassandra gets off on anything that frightens her. Way off. Space Shuttle launch off. Scare her bad enough, she'll orgasm.

To Cassandra, terror equals adrenaline equals euphoria. That she had been "forced" to dance with and be aggressively felt up by a bunch of half-soused and completely horny lesbian's who were hot for her compact, sexy and very available little body totally spooked her.

The idea of being tied down helpless and "raped" by another woman horrified her half out of her mind.

The reason Cassandra is so taken with me is that I'm somewhat inventive when it comes to finding things that alarm her. I keep her guessing and never quite allow her to get comfortable.

I've been so successful at it, now she's scared that I'll break it off with her. Talk about a vicious circle. But it keeps Cassandra on the edge of orgasm.

As a special gift for me this past Christmas, she went through electrolysis, so hair won't grow on her little puss. She also had her clit pierced, and has a tiny gold padlock dangling there. My name is engraved on it. The lock works too!

She insisted that I keep the key. It's on my keychain: that key, the key to my safe deposit box and the key to my Miata. Somehow that makes her feel a tiny bit safe, like a good fist jam on an overhang.

Cassandra also has my initials branded – no not tattooed, branded, with a hot iron – on her right asscheek. She had a custom iron made, then begged me to do it. It's a bit extreme for me, but she wanted it so desperately.

We practiced on a piece of scrap leather in her workshop. The key is to get the brand hot in the coals, but not glowing. When we were satisfied with the tests, she slipped out of her clothes.

She laid a pad along the edge of the bench and leaned across, arms outstretched. I tied her wrists to opposite corners, then her ankles and knees to the bench legs. Last, I secured a wide leather strap across the bench, over the small of her back.

The muscles or her back flexed as she tested her restraints. She could turn her head, and flex her hands, her toes and the cheeks of her ass, but otherwise she couldn't move. When she was secure, I shoved a rubber bit between her teeth and tied the cords around her neck. Her plump little pussy was dripping.

Mr Snake was wide awake. Cassandra wasn't expecting it, but she loves that kind of surprise. With her arms and legs stretched wide, her naked body looked so very available. And completely helpless. The puffy lips of her bare pussy glistened with her juices. She was too gorgeous to resist.

So I stepped between her legs and silently released my erection. Then I put on a pair of rough leather gloves, took an asscheek in each hand and opened her wide. The head of my cock centered between the gooey pink petals of her entry. The coarse leather gripping the soft cheeks of her ass sent a shudder through Cassandra's tethered body.

She was expectly something, but not that. Suddenly aware of what was coming she moaned. Passion rippled through her bound body as waited, anticipating.

I buried my shaft in her pussy with one thrust. Her head popped up, her hands splayed and her toes curled, then she let out a long, low whimper. She lives for that kind of surprise.

I wanted her on the edge, not over, so I fucked her hard and fast. A redneck's fuck. The kind I perform only on purpose. The kind where the guy gets his, and leaves the girl hanging.

I banged Cassandra's tight little pussy in record time. I could feel her orgasm building, but I was always a few seconds ahead of her. I timed mine precisely. A moment before she was ready, I slammed into the padding of her ass, driving my cock deep, then let loose. She mewed urgently, her frustrated need palpable as she felt the jets of my cum spraying her cervix. God she's got a tight and talented pussy!

She gripped the rubber bit with her teeth and murmured to me, obviously pleading with me to finish her off as I pulled out. It's hard to talk through your nose, but Chloe tried. She was

desperate

to cum.

She flexed her ass and her pussy gripped my shaft for an instant, but she couldn't hold me inside. While she lay there helpless and whimpering with need, I tucked Mr Snake out of harm's way.

Then came the big moment, while she was still distracted. I retrieved the iron from the coals, stroked her asscheek a few times and told her that she would be a slave forevermore. Then I pressed the burning iron to her cheek and held it for a silent count of three.

It's a good thing that I stopped at three. If I'd gone to four, the brand would have been blurred. As I pulled the iron back, Cassandra's orgasm hit. Hard. Real hard.

Break-your-dick-off hard.

Despite the ropes, every muscle in her entire body spasmed as she came. The bench weighs a ton, but it seemed to levitate. Her teeth clenched, damn near biting through an inch of rubber. She screamed. Her shriek trailed off as she passed out.

Time out.

She told me later that the brand burning her asscheek hurt worse than she'd imagined it would, but the orgasm was the best she'd ever had. Her scream and the fainting spell were caused

far

more by passion than by pain.

Time in.

While she was out, I untied her and treated the burn. She had to wear a skirt for a week and rarely sat down for two. But she is some kind of proud of that scar.

She's a member of an S&M club that we visit occasionally. When I'm being cruel, I refuse to allow her to lift her skirt to show off either her brand, or her pierced and padlocked clit. No panties allowed, of course.

Well, maybe a crotchless v-string or thong once in awhile. Rarely, but it has happened.

So far, four other female subs that frequent the club have offered themselves to me, after seeing my initials seared into the cheek of Cassandra's ass.

Cassandra freaks me sometimes, but I never let her see it. Though she claims that I am her one true Master, she knows that she has no hold on me. Someday I'll leave. I think that part scares her, and she so dearly loves to have it hanging out on the edge.

She told me the last guy that she was involved with fell in love with her, became too clingy and then was reluctant to take it to the extremes.

Like I said, Cassandra is an adrenaline junky who lives for the extremes.

I feed her habit.

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Index of Terms

abs – abdominal muscles.

B&D – Bondage and Discipline.

bagged – skipped; failed to show up, on purpose.

blow; blew – to perform fellatio; performed fellatio.

bull dyke – a lesbian with an agressively masculine presentation and attitude.

butch – a lesbian displaying aggressively male characteristics.

electrolysis – a medical procedure whereby hair roots are destroyed by an electrical current; once the root is destroyed, the hair will no longer grow in that follicle.

face – rockface; a vertical expansion of rock to which some people are addicted to climbing.

fist jam – a hold used in climbing where the open hand is placed into a crack, then the climber makes a fist which jams the hand in place; as long as the climber holds the fist, her or she is secure.

freak – to cause emotional upset or distress; the act of upsetting or distressing a person.

girl clothes – feminine clothing; dresses, skirts, shoes, etc. of feminine cut and styling; as opposed to pants, shirts, shoes, etc. of masculine cut and styling.

junky – one who is addicted to and dependent upon something.

Master – a male who is dominant in a dominant/submissive relationship; see 'Mistress'.

overhang – a rock formation which juts out from a rock face.

Phoebe – Phoebe Buffay; as in 'Friends'.

redneck – a bigotted white man; originally a white member of the under-educated Southern agricultural working class; his neck would be sunburned from working in the fields all day.

S&M – Sadism & Masochism

Smith Rock – Simply the Mecca of international sport rock climbing; located just North of Redmond in Central Oregon, USA.

spread eagle – secured in some manner by the wrists and ankles so that the person's arms and legs are stretched out completely; the person so secured resembles a large X.

tomboy – a young female who prefers activities and dress more closely associated with boys than girls.

went down – performed oral sex upon.