A Test of Pain

Inspired by a beautiful Muse. 

Thank you, love.


 

The door to my room swung open as I led her in, our hands entwined. I walked to the foot of the bed and released her, turning to look into her eyes and knowing well how much my gaze affected her.

“Remove all of your clothes,” I instructed. “And don’t throw them on the floor. Place them somewhere neatly.” I turned and walked away, leaving her to the task.

Stepping into my closet, I looked in the back through a row of duffel bags and pulled a black one from the end before I returned to my bedroom and guest. I looked with the corner of my eyes, but held myself so that she would think I was ignoring her. The stack of neatly folded clothes on the dresser pleased me, as did her obvious nervousness.

“What’s that?” she asked innocently, gesturing to the duffel as I tossed it onto my bed.

I looked directly at her for the first time since returning to the room and held no shame in looking up and down, enjoying the sight of her bare flesh. Inspecting her, observing her. Letting the pause extend before I answered. Only when my eyes came up to meet hers did I speak.

“This,” I said with a nonchalant tone, “is my bag of pain.”

Suppressing the urge to grin, I observed her inhale sharply and stiffen. We’d spoken about this scene plenty, and she knew what was going to happen. She also knew that I would play my role well.

The first thing to come out of my bag was a set of black leather cuffs. I carried them and walked to stand before her, silently taking a wrist and securing a cuff in place. Her eyes widened when I closed a padlock, ensuring they were there to stay until I said otherwise. She knew as much about this scene as I did, and knew what I was going to do, but knowing and feeling are two very different things.

This may be an experiment for you , I thought. But while it lasts, you are mine.

One by one, the other cuffs were locked in place.

“Are you ready?” I asked.

“Yes,” she whispered.

I lifted her chin and gazed into her eyes. “Remember, this is for you. We stop at the drop of a hat, as soon as you say so.”

She giggled nervously. “I want this. I’ll stop if we have to, but. . . I want this.”

“Very well,” I said. Leaning in closer, I whispered into her ear. “Then I am going to hurt you, my slut.”

She inhaled sharply as a shiver ran through her. “Yes, Sir.”

Smiling, I returned to my bag and found a ball gag. “Remember,” I said as I fastened her gag in place, “this is all for you.”

My hand pressed into her back and I led her into position at the foot of my bed. A classic four poster, it had long been modified by my efforts. I put her in position and then returned to the bag, pulling out short chains and snap hooks. Taking a wrist, I connected a chain to her cuff and secured the other end to a discrete hook at the top of a post. Moving around, I repeated the process with her other wrist and both ankles until I had her bound securely. There were ways in which a solid St. Andrews Cross might be better, but this had its benefits as well.

Squeezing her ass and making sure my nails bit sharply into her flesh, I brought my lips close so that my breath would tickle her ear as I whispered.

“Now,” I said, “you are mine.”

A shiver ran through her body and she moaned around her gag.

I stepped away and let her get a feel for the position. If everything went right, I had every intention of keeping her there for a while. Walking around to the side of the bed, she watched me as I dug around in the bottom of my bag. I knew what she expected, but I noticed the small plastic box and remembered what was inside of it. You did give me some leeway to do as I want. I removed the box and placed it on the bed, enjoying her expression of surprise.

The box came open and her eyes widened upon seeing what was inside. I smiled, taking two of the small metal clips and walking towards you.

These are for a little extra fun.”

She moaned as I tightened them onto her hard nipples. I gave them a little twist to call out more sounds of pleasure before returning to my bag, where I found my original targets. My left hand found a simple crop, drawing it slowly from the bag. Her eyes followed my every movement as I put on a show. With my crop in hand, I reached in again with my right and pulled out a leather cat ‘o nine tails. She held her gaze to my tools, knowing her fate.

Without a word I walked behind her and out of sight. Stepping in behind her, I pressed myself close and whispered into her ear.

“I’m going to hurt you.”

A smile was suppressed as I observe her tremble in anticipation.

“I’m going to hurt you,” I repeated with a lower tone, “and you’re going to enjoy every bit of it.”

She moaned as I ran the tip of my crop up her inner thigh, caressing her lightly.

“Do you know why you are going to enjoy it?”

Another moan left her, and she nodded.

“That’s right, you do. Because you’re a slut. A pain slut.”

“Mmhmm,” she mumbled around her gag.

“You know what else you are?”

She shook her head, moaning as the shaft of my crop ran between her pussy lips.

“You are my slut.”

I pulled my crop back, striking her ass gently. She jumped and a cute little noise escaped her.

“You are my pain slut.”

The crop came down on her ass again.

“And I’m going to prove it.”

Taking a step back, I held a stance and began working the flogger. Braided leather kissed her back lightly as it came down at an angle on each side and I struck lightly until her back reddened under my attention. Teasing as much as I was, she took it all well, so when I was finished I took a step forward and struck her ass with my crop again. She jumped, releasing a small squeal before settling back down.

“You feel that, my slut?”

She nodded.

“I am marking your body as mine.”

A shiver ran through her as she moaned, and I took a step back to begin flogging her again. I raised the intensity, pushing her pain a little further. She jumped a little each time the leather kissed her, and I kept a close watch on her hands, prepared to end everything the second she raised her signal. She didn’t, and I pushed her until the pain began turning to pleasure.

My efforts ceased, giving her time to catch her breath and adjust to a new pain tolerance. I stepped closer, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her back against my chest. She squirmed and moaned, but relaxed her wounded back against me. The bulge in my pants pressed against her ass, and I whispered into her ear.

“Do you feel me?”

She nodded.

“You’d love that hard cock in your pussy right now, wouldn’t you?”

A deep moan left her as she writhed in my arms.

“Oh yes, you would. You’re a slut, after all.” I nibbled on her ear gently, calling forth a number of other sounds. “ Myslut.”

Her body trembled against me, and I rubbed the soft tip of my crop against her pussy and clit. More sounds of pleasure serenaded my ears, and I smiled.

“If you’re lucky,” I said before lightly tapping her clit, “you just might get your wish.” She jumped with every tap, writhing and moaning. “After all, you must remember – this is all for you.”

Stepping back again I returned to my flogging. The redness in her back darkened as I controlled the pressure of my strikes to push her further, building the pain up to higher levels. I watched for her signal closely, but she took everything I gave her. Screaming and moaning blended together into its own song as she rode the sensations, the pain and pleasure mixing until a long primal groan told me which had won.

I leaned into her once more, wrapping an arm around her waist. Tears rolled down her cheeks, but I knew she wanted them. The tip of my crop rubbed down her abdomen and she shivered, attempting to part her legs wider. After a slow, teasing journey, the soft tip rubbed against her lower lips.

“Your back,” I said while squeezing her tight against me, “is marked.”

She moaned.

“Slut.” I rubbed the shaft of my crop between her swollen lips.

Her body trembled against mine and she nodded. “Mmhmm.”

My slut.” I pressed the shaft harder against her, grinding it against her swollen clit.

She squealed and rocked her hips. When I was certain that I had her on the edge, I moved the crop away and thrust the smooth handle of my flogger into her wet folds. She screamed as I leaned forward, whispering into her ear.

“Come for me,” I commanded.

And she did.