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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I lay there in my own world untroubled by the outside with the only sensations being my burning testicles, my clamped nipples, my sore bum, my cock cage pushing against my body and the feeling of the ball in my mouth. Agggggh my bum exploded in pain as the cane landed, no forewarning as I could neither hear nor see, swiftly again and again it landed. I yelped and yelped, was she doing it a little lighter now or was I just getting used to it? She stopped, 5 seconds, 10 seconds, 20 seconds was it since she last hit me? It was hard to get a sense of time with no vision or hearing, nothing to relate to - I couldn't even hear the sound of my own breathing. Agggggh she hit me again, just on one buttock this time and it was hard. She continued away just on the one moving from the centre down to the top of my leg and then high to the top of my buttock where there was not the fat to cushion the blow. My cheeks were pulled apart and the end of the cane run down my exposed crack before a couple of longitudinal strokes along it. I was attempting to squirm away so the cane would fall on my other cheek but she had me tied so well there was no possibility of me moving. She repeated the procedure on my other buttock, my breathing was rapid, of course the ball gag stopped me getting a full lungful of air with every intake. I felt lightheaded.
She stopped again and once more I could not gauge how long since she had last hit me. My bum throbbed as did my cock but in a different way. The cage was now very tight and my balls were pushing against the retaining ring causing a lot of pain. She jerked my head up and this meant the chain tightened between the collar and my clamped nipples, for a second my brain felt the pain from my nipples was of more importance than that from my aching backside. Wet cloth pushed into the strap of the ball gag so that it was held up against my nostrils. I could smell her musk, it was her used knickers. Now every time I inhaled I would get her heady scent inside me too.
I lay there not knowing for how long or even if she was still in the room savouring her smell with the various bits of my body as before sending their pleasure/pain messages to my mind. A sharp jabbing on my bum traversing up and down, agggh some times it hurt really bad as the pin wheel went over the welts which she had given me. I felt it roll down my crack and over my puckered entrance. Slowly I felt something gliding down between my cheeks to that hole, on arrival it stopped for a second or two before the pressure was increased as it forced it apart and started to enter me. I assumed it was her finger. It didn't feel like it was in very deep. Then I felt her hands, one on each cheek running her long fingernails over my welts so I knew it could not be her finger inside me but must be some implement. It was somewhat humiliating knowing that you had been penetrated but not knowing by what. She was scratching me both along the welts and across them, it hurt. I couldn't take much more of this and I so wanted to come but with the cage there was no way of getting any relief or sensation, of course she judged this and stopped. I lay there with all the salient points of my body as before sending their messages but now with the added feeling of been used.
Softly I felt something on my balls, tingling and moving away, it came back, many different places and then went up over by bum, side to side. I knew it was the tails of a leather flogger, so soft and gentle as its pulled across and so hard when it lashes you. She toyed with it for some time before then softly at first it landed on me. She was flicking it lightly and slowly but then of course the tempo increased and it got harder. I would have liked to grit my teeth but all I could do was bite down on the ball gag as she got into her stride. It was coming from higher and higher now with the tails flaying out to hit all over my backside with each stroke. I was in heaven and hell at the same time. Periodically a flail would hit the end of the article protruding from me driving it a little deeper or knocking it to one side which stretched me. I strained at my bonds, they remained tight, I was going nowhere.All i could do was submit and accept that this was going to go on for as long as she wanted. Sometimes it would stop or she would start doing it softly running it across me and I would think ah this is nearly over and then it would start again. Sometimes she would let the flails drop lightly on my back or neck which invariably made me move my head and caused the clamps to bite. Finally it did stop and not resume. I felt her hands rubbing something into my cheeks which was soothing but just to balance she pushed the plug in to me hard before withdrawing it and repeating it again and again, finally pushing it so deep I could feel her fingers against me before slowly easing it all the way out.
Again I was not certain if she was in the room or not or how long had passed although I thought it was a greater time than before. I felt the ear defenders being taken off and then the ear plugs been pulled out. Every movement seemed very loud. Her hands were round the back of my head undoing the scarf which had acted as a blindfold. It took a second or two for my eyes to adjust to the light. Once they did I could see that she had a great black rubber strap on affixed to her and her face broke into a huge smile as she saw that I had noticed it.
She set to undoing the gag as she said " Now then Lynda I know if you had your way you would be fucking me this afternoon with your dirty little thing so I think its only fair that I should do the same to you." As the gag came off she continued " Get it in your mouth, all the way down your throat and get it nice and wet. It will only hurt more if you don't because I am going to fuck you like a boy. No lube and you're going to be flat down on your stomach so it will go really deep and you can't push me off. Get it in your mouth now."
I didn't really have any option as she thrust it straight into my open mouth and forced it down my throat. I gagged a bit before she pulled it out and rammed in down again, it was definitely a face fucking and not a pseudo blow job. Satisfied she pulled it out and walked to the end of the bed out my sight as I lay there waiting still with my feet tied to the tail board, my hands above the headboard, cock caged , collared and nipple clamped. |
