He Mixed Pleasure And Pain, And My Body Responded To It All

I was in the mood for and needing some high intensity play. We had begun to talk about it, but I found that the discussion was creating a sense of trepidation in me and my guard was going up. James immediately became more reassuring, talking about giving me lots of orgasms, and I felt myself relax again.

My skin prickled with the coolness of the Bug Board as James strapped me down. I adore tight bondage: the sense of vulnerability does something wonderfully sexy in my head. He picked out some pegs, and a few other bits and pieces, and he said he wanted to try out the new rechargeable vibrator that I have enjoyed masturbating with.

There were no light introductory sensations in this scene: he just turned on the vibrator and placed it directly on my clit. The sudden intensity made me jump. I loved the feedback of watching his face as he absorbed my responses. He decided to use the labia clips to expose my clit, and with more intensity on there I reached my first orgasm.

Was the orgasm good? Oh yes, but it was quickly overtaken by heavy finger-flicking on my clit. It was like the thrum of my orgasm blended seamlessly into the thump of his fingers. Then he placed the pegs on my nipples and gave me some more vibration. He was teasing me, taking me to the brink of orgasm a couple of times, and when I finally came, and then came again, he slapped my thighs and tummy and breasts. He was mixing pleasure and pain, and my body was responding to it all.

My emotional vulnerability began to come through in my voice with the slapping during my next orgasm, along with a few tears. I remember the sense of being sometimes teased, sometimes bullied, sometimes led, sometimes pushed, with implements that excited me and scared me. I hated the crop tapping on my exposed clit, but I loved the screw-clamps on my nipples echoing the sensations on my clit. I loved him covering my body with his and caressing my face as my emotions poured out.

I hated him asking me how many firm strokes with the crop I wanted on my clit, and I refused to answer. I had no idea what the result of that would be but I didn't care. I was not going to cooperate. He chose to deal with my fear (which was coming through as bratting) in a constructive way: he began lightly tapping my clit, and when he was ready he told me how exactly how many firm strokes he was going to do. And then he did them.

I still hated them, but I loved the intense orgasm afterwards as I came hard with the vibrator pressed to my tenderised clit. I came hard again as he kept it there and tightened the screw-clamps on my nipples. And then again as he took off the screw-clamps and toyed with my tender nipples. And as I came again he slapped my body, and then the tears really flowed. He had broken through my sense of control, and the stress flowed out with the tears. He held me and kissed me and told me again what good girl I was. Then he mentioned that it had been "a good warm-up." Oh my god, where do we go from here?

We had a little break and a drink of water first. As he went to get the water I laid there with a sense of awe at his ability to bring me to this point. There was no haphazardness about it – it was his deliberate actions and timing, a fantastic mix of the sadistic and the pleasurable.

He began again with more of the little vibrator, and as he tightened the screw-clamps on my nipples their intensity began to override the feeling in my clit – or rather the vibration died off as it ran out of charge. James quickly switched to the Fairy Wand, which made the scene even more intense.

As I came I felt a new sensation in my nipples: it was those rubber-tipped forceps. They have an immense potential for evil sensations and I hate them. The head fuck was intense, and my fear was threatening to overwhelm the pleasure. As he moved them towards my clit I blurted out my ‘pause' safeword, and immediately the forceps were put aside. The scene wasn't pushing me too far, but the tool was; and I'd communicated that, and he had understood it perfectly. He laid his body against mine and my sense of security was restored.

My orgasms were coming less often now, and James was digging deeper with the great intensity of the Fairy Wand. I still couldn't come, and I told him so, but he put his face near mine and said "You will come for me." He began to squeeze and twist my nipples, and as the words and sensations sank into my consciousness my body began to respond. We both knew what was about to happen when my abs started to convulse rhythmically, and I came with a guttural scream, my neck arched back, and the sensation overwhelmed all conscious thought.

And then he was slapping my cunt. This was not tapping – these were solid slaps. My scream continued, and it increased in pitch as the slaps built upon one another, and I began to panic. We had hit my limit. I felt my emotional wall shatter and I said my ‘stop' safeword.

He immediately started undoing my bonds, and as I came free I curled my body around his. I knew he was there for me. I felt an overwhelming feeling of release: my emotional stress was gone, and what was left was the feeling of intimacy and trust – and ferocious horniness. Even in my fuzzy, teary state I was desperate to feel his cock in my cunt…

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