Bicycle

Chapter 3: Variety

Variety is everything. Symmetry is nice as well. She’d been on her stomach, she’d had her back bent, so now it was time to reverse things. I let her move and stretch. It’s so superficially merciful on my part, but all it does is postpone the time when she has to totally give up.

Symmetry. She didn’t protest when I laid her our spread eagle on her back. Couple of pads under her flat ass. So comfortable. Using the same wooden frame, I pulled her arms and legs out wide with ropes attached to wide leather cuffs. Didn’t really pull her out tight, just stretched. She still had a couple of inches of movement.

She had no blindfold and no other bondage. Just clean, wide-open nudity. I stood above her and looked at her, eye to eye. Blindfolds are fine and useful, but I like the slave to look into my eyes. Blindfolds are a way of escaping and withdrawing. I like her to know I see her naked body, her open soul.

I went to the bench and got one of my special little stocks. Just two small pieces of wood with screws at each end for bringing them close together.

I knelt over her, one knee on either side of her torso, my thighs pressing on her breasts, my cock rubbing between them.

“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”

She hesitated just one split second and my open-handed slap sent her head reeling. “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”

She complied, and I applied the stock over her tongue and swiftly latched down the screws on either side. The inner surfaces of the tongue stock are slightly roughed for friction. I didn’t tighten things down real tight, just enough to keep the slippery tongue from escaping.

“I thought about doing this during the workshop, just so you’d have to shut up.”

Her eyes were wide.

“I’d love to see you nude, kneeling at the front of the group with this on your mouth. What a fitting punishment.”

I got up, went back to the bench and got another little stock, this one with three pieces of wood. This one went at the other opening, her cunt. The middle piece went along her opening, the pieces on either side. I tightened up the labial stock till it was good and solidly attached.

Then, I got an ass plug and lifting up her bottom, put it in position and let her sink on to it. How is this torture? Well, I haven’t started yet.

I got a bag of clothespins and sat down next to her. “This is pure pain time now. Pain everywhere till you can’t think of anything else.” I started putting them on her, nipples first. I put others on her lips, her flat stomach, her ears. Once I had ten or twelve on, I started rotating them. I’d remove one and move it to a new location. The pins hurt, but taking them off and moving them can hurt worse. I’d put one on her nose, one to her neck, more on her vagina, back to the tits, one on her toes, her fingers.

I did this for a while, then started adding more of them till she had about twenty on her. Now they’d stay on a little longer before I removed them and so the rush of pain when they got removed was worse.

She began to writhe, to twitch. She was moaning through her tongue stock. She was sinking into sub space. Back and forth I went, each time discovering some new location to put a pin on: the skin under the arms, the side of the knees, a finger I’d missed the first time around. Moving slowly so she wouldn’t really be aware of it, I loosened the labial stock and slid it off. I let the blood go back into that area, then I started including it in the clothespin routine. Her eyes got wide and she tensed, arching her back the first time I put one on down there.

She was shaking more now, turning her head from side to side, feeling that frantic feeling. I put more of the pins over the nipples, applied them on more skin to make it worse, she was warmed up now and could take more. But I was pushing her, more and more.

I didn’t think an experienced player would actually use her safe word from this, not a real pain slut, but I was still learning about her. Was it pain, or humiliation, or the insescapableness of this that really drove her? Well, the night was young.

She was moaning through her tongue stock. Soon it seemed like it was words she was trying to say. I wondered, had she given up already? Maybe pure pain wasn’t her thing. No, she had a spirit, that’s what she craved having broken.

I took off the tongue stock and she started to speak, then paused. While she was considering if she could go farther, I said, “This session ends, when, and only when, you crave me to fuck you, to use you, to take you violently. You have to beg for it.”

She just looked at me, and I went back to applying the clothespins as viciously as possible.

In just a minute or so, she knew she was beat, but all she could muster up was a little, “Fuck me.”

I ignored her.

“Fuck me!” she said, louder. I said nothing, just moved another pin.

“Goddammit, fuck me, hard, fuck me in my mouth!”

Himm, a cock sucker, need to file that away for future use.

“Please, fuck me up the ass, take me, pound me like a rag doll.”

I started removing more clothespins than I was putting on. But I put one on her cunt, hard.

“Jesus, fucking Christ! Please, bang me here and use me, please, rape me like you hate me!”

I reached down and undid her right ankle bondage and then her left leg. Grabbing her by the hair with one hand, I reached up and undid each wrist in turn. Then, I pulled her hair up and made get on her hands and knees. I stood up.

“Crawl over to that pad over there and spread your ass.”

She slowly did as she was told. As she went along, I kicked her lightly in the ass and pussy a couple of time.

She crawled up onto the gym mat I had at one side of the dungeon, put her head down and reached back to spread her ass cheeks wide open.

“Goddam little slut,” I said, “if only all those you scared could see you now.” I was fumbling for a condom on the near shelf, finally got it on.

I kneeled down behind her, and penetrated her ass, slowly, but not real slowly. I’d added lube before I knelt down, she was wet from the S&M and I slid in her tight hole.

“Your back is all dirty from the floor, you slut, not so nice and clean any more.”

Getting inside I worked a few strokes to get comfortable and then started banging her with some force, rocking her forward and aft.

“Getting it up the ass, this isn’t sex, this is ownership. I’m staking my claim to you, you are going to be mine for this weekend, and you will do whatever I want. No back talk from miss control freak now. I hope you try it just so I can bitch slap you and fuck you up the ass again.”

“God, yes, make me your slave, I belong to you, do me till it hurts! Make me bleed!” This last was shrieked out loudly.

I was turned on from the whole scene so far, and it didn’t take much pounding till I started to come. I let it all hang out and hit her with all I had till I expended myself in her.

I pulled out, rolled her over. “Take off my condom and smear it on your face. She spun around, grabbed it, rolled it off and turned inside out and rubbed the come all over her face.

I grabbed her hair again, and pushed her across the room. I prodded her with my foot, pushing her rolling her over on the floor.

“Sit up,” I barked at her and she got on her knees, putting her hands on her firm thighs. She looked up at me, a dirty, cum smeared face, with eyes full of devotion and just a hint of fear. She was having almost as good a time as I was.

“Clean it off,” I said, “with your mouth.” No doubt what I meant and she crawled forward to start sucking me off, cleaning my dick with her tongue.

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