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Ch 6
Candy’s submission Part 1
After Saturday’s party, my ass was on fire. The monster dildo that impaled me for most of the evening had stretched me, a huge invader in my rear that got my attention. The hot sauce that covered it made sure that it kept it, long after it was out. Even during the horrible torture to my pussy, the caning and the cigar burns; it maintained, in the background, a throbbing counterpoint to the screaming horror coming from my pussy.
Even now, as Simon baths me, tenderly applies cold cram to my breasts and to my labia, my ass is still on fire. If you ever had Sriracha you know that the burn lasts a long time. I wonder if I will be able to sleep.
Robert wraps me in a terry robe, and takes me to our room. He undresses me and slips me into the mocha colored satin sheets. I notice he is erect again. My burned pussy and clit are so painful I hope he does not take me there. I ask him if he wants to, he declines. I am concerned if he uses my ass about the effect the hot sauce would have on him. Not to mention that the additional stimulation would make the burning so much worse. He declines too, and tells me to rest. I do not want to leave him horny, so I offer, insistently to blow him, I beg him to let me do it for him, and he agrees.
He lies back on the bed. His rampant cock now at full attention; the glans half exposed by his foreskin, which can never fully cover it when fully excited. I kneel on the bed by his knees, and bending forward grasp the base, and with my lips push the foreskin away. I slowly, languidly swallow his erection, almost all the way down. I can never deep throat him from this position, but that is not what he wants now. He lies back, relaxed, except for his dick, and enjoys the feelings my mouth gives him, and the show. I try to take my time, to prolong the moment, and to extend my enjoyment of having his organ inside me, but he thrusts slightly with his hips, a subtle message to get on with it. I suck more vigorously; increase my tempo, as my tongue flicks the sensitive underside of his glans. I look up at his face, his eyes, open a few moments ago, taking in the sight of my face, my mouth bobbing on him, are now closed. It takes only a few more moments. I feel him shudder and my mouth fills with his essence. Not a whole lot, since he had had a few orgasms today, but enough to give me a good taste of him. Not wasting a drop, I sit back on my heels; look adoringly at him, smile, and swallow. Then I clean him up carefully with my lips and tongue, snuggle up to him, and we fall asleep, like that, curled together. No actually, he falls asleep, contentedly curled on my back, with his arm embracing me around my waist. Me, my ass burns too much for me to sleep, even if the burns in my clit and pussy were not keeping me awake.
I listen to his deep steady breathing and ponder. Yukiko actually gets off on pain. She may scream and toss around, but she can actually orgasm from pain alone. I know that. She told us today. Vicky and I don’t. I don’t know what Vickie’s motives are; I suspect they are not too different from mine. Me, I just want to give myself to Simon. I just want him to have me. I know he enjoys dominating me, and have found out now that he actually enjoys inflicting pain on me. Well, if that is what it takes, that, he can have from me. Despite the pain, I feel the warmth of an afterglow. I did not come this evening, but what I feel provides a different, but deeper sense of satisfaction. I have been tested and found worthy. With these thoughts running through my mind I fall into a dreamless sleep.
The remainder of the weekend passed uneventfully. Simon gave me a hormone cream to apply on my pussy, to promote rapid healing. That it did. It also made my boobs somewhat larger, and my nipples tingle. It actually made me very horny, but with my clit still so tender, there was mighty little I could do about it. I never had a vaginal orgasm. If I am very excited, I can orgasm from vaginal penetration, but it is always clitoral. Now any touch on my clit could make me scream. Bottom line, I spent the week horny, but unrelieved. To top it all off, Simon did not torture or use me the whole week. I did not even have the satisfaction of contributing to his pleasure.
This weekend was his annual fishing and camping trip. We
used to go with Vicky and Robert. Last year we went to
By Thursday my pussy is all healed up. That evening, I am wearing a dark red silk slip that comes down to mid thigh. Under it, nothing. That is quite obvious since the silk glides over my every curve, and shows off every little crease and bump. Two of the bumps are not little and are very erect. He is wearing his favorite blue silk pajama bottoms.
“Are you going to play with your toy tonight? I am all healed up” I ask him with a playful smile
“I have plans for you for tonight, and for the weekend too. I don’t think you’ll like them though”
“Will you tell me?”
“Sure. Come over here, and blow me” His penis is now sticking out from the fly of his pajamas. He sits on his leather chair, as I kneel between his legs and get to work. I kiss the tip, pull back the foreskin and start licking. I can feel him settle deeper on the easy chair; his thighs give my head a squeeze.
He starts: “I have been thinking. You have been very brazen on this whole thing”
“Mmm, slurp, lick” was my answer
“So I am going to find out just exactly how far you will go. How obedient you will be”
I think to myself -Oh oh. This is not going to be good- I think to myself. Externally, I just take his dick in my mouth and suck harder. It is good to have a conversation with a dick in your mouth. Gives you time to think, they usually don’t mind waiting for your answer if you are sucking on their main man.
“You have taken pain; you have suffered, while I was watching you”
“Slurp, suck, lick”
“This weekend you will do it without me…”
Huh, What? I think to myself.
“…or Robert there to watch”
I take my mouth off of him “What was that?”
“Unless you want to call the whole thing off, keep sucking”
I keep sucking.
“Robert Vicky and I will go on our trip tomorrow. You will go to the address I will give you, and do exactly what you are told. I can promise you that you will not enjoy it. You will hate every minute. You will have pain, humiliation and more. Keep sucking”
I keep sucking, but break out in a cold sweat. Where? What, and with whom? For how long?
He relaxes and stretches his legs. His thighs tighten again on my head. I can tell he is getting close, so close. His fingers caress my brown hair, I bob on him. Up, down, up, down. He stops me, throws me on the coffee table, belly up, my head hanging over the edge. He is going to deep throat me for his finale. He kneels in front of my head, and begins to fuck my mouth; he is going for the throat. I relax my throat and let him in. My nose hits his sac, my chin his pubic bone. As he enters the depths of my gullet, I swallow. My throat muscles massage the head of his penis. He comes out slightly, I take a deep breath, he rams it in, swallow; out he comes, exhale, in he comes swallow, out, inhale, and so on. At times he holds my head against himself, his member deep in my neck, and enjoys my pulsing throat. Not too bad if I have just inhaled. Really really bad if I have no air in my lungs. Then, as I am ready to pass out, he pulls out a bit, and I inhale greedily. I feel him throb, his rhythm is now faster, and then he jams it in, deep, pulls me on to him and comes, and comes, deep in my throat. I swallow as fast as I can. He has a very large load today. He pulls out and sighs. I gasp for breath. He falls back on his knees and gestures for me to join him on the carpet. I lie down, resting my head on his thighs.
He caresses my face, my hair, my neck. I want to ask him those questions but am afraid to do so. I do not want to think I am questioning his decision; his right to do with me as he wishes. I’d just like to know. Tears come, unbidden to my eyes; they hover on my eyelids. He bends over and kisses me, fully, on the lips.
I lay flat on the carpet. His hand caresses my face, and moves down over my neck, over my breasts; the thin silk transmits the heat of his hand, like fire. He gazes at me, looks at my eyes. I hear a voice, my own:
“I will do whatever you tell me to do. I will go wherever you want me to go. I will endure whatever you want me to endure”
“Anything?” He asks.
“Anything, anytime, anywhere”
“Tomorrow, I am sending you to a friend. You will be his, until further notice. I shall not have sex with you again, until I get you back from him. I will not whip you tonight either; I do not want you to have any marks on you when he sees you tomorrow. I will fuck your ass tonight though. Let’s go to bed”
I am getting really frightened. I want him to hurt me tonight. I want him to take his full measure of pleasure from me; before giving me away. He will not do that. Not tonight.
In bed, I am nude. He watches me as I take the KY and smear it on my rear. I place the end of the tube into me and squeeze a generous amount inside. He knows I do not like anal sex. I find it painful. I also find it humiliating that my womanhood is ignored, left untouched, in favor of my other hole. Of course he enjoys seeing me prepare myself for anal invasion. This makes me feel more ashamed; more embarrassed, and further humiliates me. This excites him even more. I wonder if the time will come when he will not use my pussy at all. When I am excited by long foreplay anal intercourse is at best a painful interlude, to be endured, a gift to your partner. Today, unaroused, it will be torture.
I look at him, seeking guidance. Does he want me on my back, my knees up, my legs up over my head? Does he want me on all fours? It hurts more with me on all fours. I imagine he will prefer it that way. He has me lie flat on the bed. A large pillow under my pelvis. He places a smaller pillow under my face. He then ties my wrists behind my back with a leather thong. “I said I would not whip you tonight; I did not say I wouldn’t torture you. I will fuck your ass, and then I will fist your ass. Finally you may blow me.”
I am shocked, speechless. I cannot take him in my backside without a lot of pain, usually screaming my head off if he doesn’t gag me. He knows that. The thought of his entire hand back there. I cannot take it. Then I realize it: It is irrelevant whether I think I can take it or not. There are no safe words anymore. I will take whatever he wants me to take.
I am gasping for breath. I look at him, and now tears flow from my eyes. He smiles. I ask humbly “Gag me, please. Please gag me” I am so afraid of backing out. Of telling him to stop. I know, deep inside that if I say “Stop” really meaning it, he will. That is also, deep inside, my biggest fear. “Later” He answers. To increase my humiliation he shines a bright spotlight on my ass. I hate that. He also sets up a video camera on a tripod to film the events, while I just lie there, crying like a child, and whimpering.
He does not touch my clitoris or my pussy. He caresses the back of my neck, my lower back. Carefully, not touching my lower lips he places his hands between my thighs and has me open them. My rosebud is clearly visible now. I feel the cool air of the bedroom on its puckered end. I try to relax. He touches it with one finger, then two. I whimper. Not from pain; he hasn’t started yet, but from the anticipation of what is to come. Unbidden, the image of Yukiko, tits nailed to the sawhorse, thrashing, flashes through my mind.
He pushes both fingers in. I tighten up reflexively. Then I manage to relax. He plays around my asshole for a while. I know why he will fuck me first. He does not want me stretched before he fucks me. That will come afterwards. My ass tightens again as I again picture, in my mind, the coming ordeal.
He pulls his fingers out. I feel his weight on my back. It is time. I bury my head on the pillow and bite on it. I feel the pressure of his cock at my rear entrance. I try to relax, but my body anticipating the pain, tightens up defensively. He grunts in approval and presses harder, with more force. His battering ram pounds my castle doors. Harder, harder. I try to order my sphincter to relax, to let him in. It is pointless. I cannot relax my ass. He will have to force himself in. With my hands tied behind my back, I can not help him by spreading my ass cheeks. I can only arch my back and wait for him to enter. He takes his time, then, finally, one mighty thrust, and a loud scream, muffled by the pillow. He is in. Up to the hilt he comes in. I am being torn apart. I scream again, and again into the pillow. He comes out, completely, then back in again. My screams turn into whimpers. I would hold on to the pillow, had I the use of my hands. He holds my wrists as he thrusts, faster, faster. Impaled, I writhe. Then he comes. Burning come spurts into my depths. He pants, then relaxes inside me, on my back. He kisses my ear. Moments pass as I recover, his intruder still inside the tunnel so recently breached. I feel it getting smaller; then suddenly, it starts to grow again.
“Time for the good part” He whispers in my ear. I loudly moan.
He has me get on my knees, with my head still on the pillow, and my hands still tied behind my back. His come drips slowly from my ass. He fiddles with the video camera. He gets the KY and applies it to his hand. I remember now, and ask desperately: “Gag me, please, please gag me”
“You can use the pillow” He says, but then he relents. He looks in the laundry bag and picks up a pair of used panties. He rolls them up and sticks them in my mouth, then holds them in place with a leather thong.
He then moves back to my ass, and holds my waist with his right arm. I start crying. Actually I resume crying, I had never stopped, only louder now. He gets two fingers in my ass which, still a little stretched from the butt fucking, admits them easily. He inserts a third finger, without too much effort, although you couldn’t tell from my whimpers which are getting louder and louder. The fourth finger tries, and fails. He pushes it in, and fails again. My sphincter tightens up in a series of spasms. He pushes, and I spasm and scream. I am grateful for the gag, inadequate as it is. He pushes and I spasm, but he makes a little progress. He introduces a turning motion, right and left. My screams are constant now; unrelated to his attempts, I just want this to be over. I try to will my ass to relax. Vain hope. It will fight all the way. In my thrashing I jump sideways and escape his restraining arm. My ass escaped his hand, but still hurts and spasms trying to resume its normal size.
Gagged I cannot apologize for jumping out of the way. My tears fall unrestrained. He looks at me and says “I am going to have to secure you better” With my eyes clouded by tears I nod agreement. He picks me up effortlessly; he is so strong, and drapes me over the Ottoman. He ties each knee to a leg of the ottoman with leather thongs, and ties a strap around my waist. I am now properly secured. He adjusts the camera again, drips some more KY on my ass and on his left hand, then sits besides me. “Your ass has shrunk quite a bit now. It’s a pity we have lost some ground” I no longer have a pillow to bury my head in. My screams are now louder, muffled only by my panties. “We are almost there” He encourages me. I barely hear him. I just scream and scream. Finally, I think I am torn asunder and broken, and I feel his hand burst inside me. Surprised, I shut up. The silence, broken only by my gasping breath, is surprisingly loud. He moves his hand inside me. My ass spasms in response, but I hold my scream. To my surprise he unties my gag and removes it. “No” I say, but it is useless. My gag, my safety net, lies on the floor, wet, in front of me. His hand, his arm moves again inside me. My ass spasms again, and I whimper, but do not scream. I look at him. He is sweaty; I did not realize the effort he must have had to put in, to break down my rear defenses. He looks at me, proudly. I see now why he removed the gag, why he unties the strap round my waist, releasing me from the ottoman. My knees are still tied, but aside from that I am now free. Every movement I make, or every time his hand or arm moves, my ass spasms, but I am now able to tolerate it, with just a whimper acknowledging my pain. I raise myself off the ottoman, on my knees. My body sheens with sweat, I feel the coolness of the air on it. I can’t stop whimpering though. My ass hurts so much. He moves back on his knees too. I wonder what the camera is picking up. I could swear half his arm is in my ass. He lies down on the floor, his elbow on the ground. I know what he wants me to do. I look at him, take a deep breath, and let myself fall down on my ankles, almost all the way to the floor. I scream as I fall on his arm. His arm is now in me, up to the elbow. I can feel him inside my bowels. I can also see his erect penis; stained with my shit, I did not take an enema today. I smile, weakly, in triumph.
He smiles at me. “I am so proud of you” His right arm moves up my thigh, reaches my crotch, but true to his word, he doesn’t touch me there. He moves up my belly and caresses my breasts, my nipples. He moves up, with difficulty, since his arm is up to his elbow in my ass, kisses me and says “I love you” I answer “I love you too. I want you to be proud of me”
At his gesture, I lie again prone on the ottoman. Now I can relax as he massages my insides with his hand, then he withdraws, slowly. I feel sudden pain as his knuckles come out, and then he is out, turning me so the camera can film my contracting, spasming and grossly distended asshole. He releases my knees.
He lets me up and unbidden; I approach his arm, stained with my shit and start licking it clean. It takes a while. I lick and lick, silent. No words are needed. I feel fulfilled. I have no need of an orgasm of my own. I realize his semen, and worse, is leaking from my ass, and think for a moment “The carpet!” but he has anticipated this and has placed my panties under me. The carpet is safe. I smile at him, lovingly and continue to lick his arm, his hand. Once clean, I move down to his erect penis. I clean it with my tongue. It is harder, since it has dried out. Things dry soon in the mountain air. I get it wet and lick and suck at it until it is pristine. Then I engulf it with my lips, and suck and bob on it until he comes, once more. I swallow him, suck out every drop. I do not know when I will have him in me again, and want to relish the moment.
We get up. His come, mixed with shit and, I will find later, blood drips down my thigh. I want to go wash up but he stops me.
I stand, nude, in front of him. He kisses me, on the lips, his arms around me, embracing me tightly.
“My love” He says “I am so proud of what you’ve done. Now I will test your obedience”
“I am yours” I say “Do as you will”
“You will sleep tonight in the dungeon, nude. Lock yourself in the cell down there. Also put on the manacles and collar you will find, and lock your hands to the front of the collar. I do not want you touching yourself tonight. There is a piece of carpet there and an old blanket. Use that. Do not go wash. I want you to spend the night as you are now. Do not drink anything. I want you to sleep with the taste of shit and come in your mouth. I will get you in the morning, so you can prepare yourself. I will not use you again until I get you back from my friend.”
“May I ask for something?”
“What is it?”
“If you will not use me again…” My voice breaks “Until I am returned to you, can I ask…” I cannot believe my own ears “Before you go to bed, when you relieve yourself, please do it in my mouth.” I feel my face redden “I would sleep also with the taste of your urine in my mouth”
He is as surprised as I am. We’ve never played golden showers before.
“Kneel” He says. I do so, proudly, in front of him. He takes his dick out and I open my mouth. He starts his stream, fills my mouth with his warm, pungent fluid. He stops; I swallow, over and over, until he is empty. I lick the last drops off him. I look up at him; he picks up my chin, kisses me on the lips and has me stand.
“You are wonderful. I thought you would back out of this long time ago. But you are not going to. Are you?”
“No Simon, I am not going to back out; I thought you’d have realized that by now”
“I wonder if there is anything that could make you change your mind”
“I would die for you Simon, if it would please you. There is nothing that you might ask from me that would be too much, that I wouldn’t give gladly. I may ask you to tie me up, to keep me from escaping involuntarily, like today. I may ask you to gag me, so I can’t ask you to stop; but there is nothing at all I would not do, or let you do to me, if it pleases you”
In the silence that followed these words, I thought of something:
“If you ever get tired of me” I pause. He looks at me, puzzled “If you ever get tired of me, please do not let me go, do not send me away. Keep me near if you can get any pleasure from me. If you don’t, if I bore you, please terminate me”
He bows his head, points to the basement and says nothing.
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