SirSTRYKER
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Her strong spirit BY Sir STRYKER
She is what might be called a BBW = Big Beautiful Woman. This is how many chat rooms are known. There are men who only crave the attention of the larger gals. Some men, or even couples as one couple I personally knew, belonged to a group that unless the woman topped 400 lbs, the couple would not be permitted to join.
This girl was not nearly that large. She was tall and had the extra pounds that would have been nice to have been shed of, by no means the Barbie doll type. She was actually quite pretty. She had long thick auburn hair which she brushed one hundred strokes a night. She knows exactly what makeup to wear and how to apply it to her best benefit.
Another plus, for a woman her size, was that she not only knew what type clothes to wear, but also had the means to acquire them. She could look just as naturally sensual in casual attire, as she did in her most sexually provocative clothing, as she did in a business suit.
She was intelligent. Her mind was almost like a child in its free thinking attitude. Her manner was also constantly friendly. She was fun to be around. She could dance and she was witty. A lot of people liked to talk to her. Many suitors attempted to involve her in a vanilla relationship. This was to her demise.
She had heard, and certainly felt that she was a submissive type personality. Although she' d never actually put herself in such terms, upon each hearing her spoken to or of that way, she could not fully deny it. She had known for some time that there was just something missing in the vanilla relationships she' d been in. The spark of the initial meeting never really quite developed into any flames of great passion.
The men she picked to have affairs with were all of a different sort. Some bikers, some hikers, some hunters, some race car drivers, some drug dealers, and still through all these men…she felt next to nothing for them past the initial meetings.
Perhaps there was something wrong with her? On second thought, no it couldn’t' t be her fault. Hell she wasn't perfect, none of us are. She could hold a man and please a man with the best of them. The only thing was she wasn’t getting fulfilled as a woman. Her inner self wasn’t
satisfied. It wasn't that something was wrong with her, per se, but what she was missing, the men she was with could not provide. They had little or, most of them anyway, no damn idea of what this woman needed. Hell, she didn't exactly know it herself. All she did know was that she needed something!
It was eight years into her marriage that she went on a fateful shopping trip on the North side of town. That section of the city had once been a Mecca of attractions. Clothing stores, Eateries, Hobby and Craft Stores, Work Cloths stores, and of course, bars! Plenty of bars. Nearly a bar on every other corner.
On the North side now though, she was only to find a few seedy bars, some surviving record/game exchange stores, and one or two smutty little book stores. The ones where the creepy little old men in trench coats go to buy all sorts of strange things. Yes, she knew exactly where she was going this day, and she wasn't hiding herself in any trench coat either.
When she arrived home, she was armed with BDSM books, newspapers, magazines, videos, cds, you name it! There was TMI (too much information) for ANYONE at one time. But this was her spirit. Very deep, very strong her spirit is.
It took her nearly a month to skim through all that material. She had to wait until her husband was not home and the kids were either out or sleeping. But yet and still she found the time to be alone. Within six weeks, she had a new found admiration of the BDSM scene.
One of the magazines included some local clubs which catered to the BDSM scene. A few of them were only about an hours drive from her home. She circled them with a red pen. Also she found a few interesting adds in the "personal" section of that magazine. One in particular caught her attention. It read:
SWM 40 DOM seeks submissive For pain and pleasure And service to Me I will physically abuse you To O/our mutual delight Call 606-555 2089 If you dare sluts BLACKMASTER
This add ran over and over again in her mind over the next few weeks. There were several things she found exciting. First and foremost was the fact that this BLACKMASTER had clearly stated that to join Him surely meant punishment.
Punishment was foreign to her, yet it held a attraction. Then there was the fact that He was obviously black. This was one of her husbands most feared taboos, that she would leave him and his nearly non existent puny little cock for that of the mythical huge black men' s. He had silently confided this to her once after what he called, "good sex."
She figured "what the heck?" seeing that she would not be known in that town, let alone in that scene. So one day she decided to call the phone number of this BLACKMASTER. With trembling hands she looked over her shoulder as she sat alone on her sofa and dialed His number.
“Hello, "the deep voice answered.
She didn't speak. For some reason she' d lost her voice.
“Is anybody there or is this yet another prank call? I’ve little time for childish games. Speak!"
Even through the phone His voice both scared and comforted her at the same time. She already thought she' d offended Him and that was not her intentions.
“Ah err, no, no I am here,“ the woman stammered.
"Very well littleone, and what can I do for you, or better yet, what can you do for Me?"
"I ah, well I mean, you are a, oh no wait, see the thing is…"But the girl was cut off by the commanding voice saying,
"Shut the Hell up bitch, I already know from which rock you crawled out from under slut!"
His insults and tone had shocked her. Outrage flooded her brain and she slammed down the phone at once.
It took about a week of replaying and rethinking this change of lifestyle in her head to settle that phone call. She was desperately trying to sort out her feelings. How dare He speak to her in such a manner yet His strong tone and harsh words had been the theme of thought during many masturbation periods since He had.
Perhaps this WAS indeed what she craved. She had read, in her many publications she' d purchased from the book stores, that here are some who respond quite well to verbal abuse…
a theme she'd not invoked until that phone call. His voice still clearly rang through her brain. Each time, no matter if she was in a shopping mall, with her children during home work, or even, and sometimes especially during bland sex with her wimp husband, when His voice pierced her thoughts, she felt a twang in her pussy. All at once, during a soaking bath in which she had been toying with her own pussy, while alone one night, she knew she had to hear His voice again.
She got out of the tub and hardly dried herself off as she flew to her living room. On the sofa, naked she dialed the number she had memorized.
"Hello,“ the familiar voice answered. This time she sank back into the sofa cushions and replied,
"Good evening. I am the one who called and hung up on you before. I am sorry but I got scared and angry at your speech. I just thought…"but she was abruptly cut off in mid sentence.
"You just thought that you needed to be dealt with in such a manner again didn't you slut?"
It shocked her and He could hear her sharp intake of breath.
"I'll bet you are home alone naked right now aren't you My little slut pig?"
She didn't even acknowledge the insult, verbally anyway, but it did send electricity to her pussy.
"Yes I' m naked but how did you know?" she asked while making sure no one was outside her window.
"You will never call this number again idiot unless you can address Me in proper terms. Call Me Sir or hang the fuck up bitch."
"Yes Sir, forgive me, I am quite new to this and only wanted," but again He cut her off, as if she could not possibly have anything pertinent to say.
"You just thought you' d call up some fucking boy toy and get your jollies ehy slut? Well call dial a porn you are in way over you fucking head with Me pig face."
She found His crude remarks insulting yet exciting at the same time. No one had ever spoken to her this way. Why would such speech be so attractive to her now? How could He know that verbal abuse was as a foreplay to her? She found herself toying with her pussy now. It amazed her how wet she' d become.
“No Sir, I don' t think of You in that way. I just wanted, err I mean, well you see I am new to this and hoped to learn about myself with Your help
all Sir," she confided.
“And what the fuck makes you think I' d have the least interest in a sorry assed little slut like you bitch?"
“I don' t know Sir. Honestly I didn't mean to disturb you."
“You already have disturbed Me pig. If I were within arms reach of you, it would be your ass now begging Me to stop beating it with My fucking belt."
“Ohhh," she gasped as she sucked in her breath.
“Sounds like you' d like that My sweet," He soothed as His voice softened.
"I don' t know Sir, I've never had a beating before. Is that what I could expect from You?”
"Don' t be assume anything with Me pig whore.
I am quite the sadistic One. Even I am not fully aware of what I might do at any given time to
whore like you bitch."
Her eyes rolled in the back of her head. She had nearly flooded the sofa with her cum at His strong talk. It was as if she had never be sexually excited before in her entire life.
"Sir, I am, as I've stated a beginner, but I ask if
could pay you to teach me to become fully submissive please?"
"Oh I see. Now I am to instruct you on how to conduct yourself in this lifestyle am I? You insignificant little slut, I would cut off your breasts and make tobacco pouches out of them cow!”
Things had gotten scary now. After all, hadn’t He just said He was sadistic? She had studied that word. It meant He would surely bring severe, unsuspected pain and torture to her body. She held her right breast in a protective manner.
"Well slut, you haven' t slammed the damn phone down in My ear again. Perhaps you do have some potential after all."
A strange glimmer of hope and excitement began to grow inside her. Then she heard herself utter those fatal words to Him.
"I'll do whatever you wish of me Sir."
"Indeed you will whore, indeed you will," a smile sounding in His voice.
“Have you a pencil and paper pig?"
Looking at the end table and seeing both she answered, "Yes Sir" with a tone of glee in her voice.
"Good. I shall be at the bar in the Polar Club Hotel on West 72nd Street next Friday night at ten o' clock. Be there and if I find you to My liking, perhaps W/we shall find out just how much of that' whatever I wish' you will do pig girl."
Suddenly the reality of meeting this strange commanding man flooded her mind. Could she actually dare to go to a hotel room with an unknown, fierce black man? Would she be able to go through with His demands? Sweat formed on her brow.
"Oh but Sir, why, next Friday is…"again He cut her off hissing,
"Listen bitch, next Friday is either the beginning of your new life as a well trained slave, or the end of O/our possible budding relationship. Either way, it' s up to you slut, got it pig?"
Desperation overtook her. She knew if she hung up now or didn't go through with this she could possibly never know what those feelings were all about. She could not deny that with just two short phone conversations she had been drawn in to this Man. Then it hit her. A way to both confirm her intension to meet Him, or a graceful way for Him to allow her to wiggle off the hook.
"I think I would like to accept the invitation Sir, but how ever would I know who you are? Excuse me but there is no photo included in your add?"
He saw right through her attempt at being cleaver.
"I shall know you pig, as you will be seated at the end of the bar alone. You will be wearing a slut red dress with slits up to your hips on both sides. You are not to wear under garments of any kind, no panties, bra, no stockings. On your feet will be only six inch high black patent leather heels, and an ankle bracelet of gold on your right ankle. Also it is a must that your toenails be painted bright slut red. You will have a wrist band of white flowers on your left wrist and a gift package containing a bottle of 25 year old scotch in front of you slut. By this I shall know you. Be warned that if you are not there, nor dressed as I express you will not have chance to entertain Me, ever pig."
The line went silent as this time it was He who slammed the phone dead in her ear. She climaxed without even touching herself and shook violently on the sofa. He had managed to both thrill and challenge her and she loved it. Her clit ached to feel His touch. Her nipples stiffened. She fell asleep with His strong voice ringing in her ear. Lucky for her the house was empty that weekend, and would also be the next since her wimp husband had taken the children away on vacation.
She awoke the next morning feeling both excited and refreshed with a new found hopefulness. She had some shopping to do. She found a dress that resembled what He had described. The flower shop promised to have the wrist band made by Thursday night. It took several visits to the liquor store to find that particular brand and year of scotch He' d ordered but she found it alright, her spirit would not allow her to fail. It was quite expensive, yet she thought, well worth it. The only problem was the shoes.
Due to her size finding, let alone walking in such killer things would prove a problem. It took several attempts from various shoe stores to find a pair which fit properly. Then she had to take them home and practice not falling down in them. It seemed a form of bondage had already begun.
As she found herself nearing the hotel on that fateful Friday, she parked and hurried into the bar area. She felt near naked being without her bra and panties and stockings, yet confident that at least her ample breasts showed a lot of cleavage. The bar tender seemed to enjoy the view as he poured her requested glass of wine.
Her nerves were on edge. Her hormones were out of control. She nearly pissed herself as suddenly a tiny white envelope dropped over her shoulder and landed on the bar in front of her. She turned and looked, yet her eyes found no black person at all near by. This both scared and excited her. Could this be from Him? Shaky fingers opened the envelope. There was a room key and a note inside. The note read:
Acceptable
Go to the room on this key
Lay on the bed fully clothed
And wait pig!
With a flushed face, she gulped down her wine. Trying to regain her composure, she slowly stood, looked around once more in search of Him, and headed for the elevator. She could not believe she was doing this, but softly smiled as the elevator stopped on the penthouse floor.
The room was actually a three room suite. It had all the amenities one of means must be accustomed to. She noticed how her shoes sank into the thick plush carpet. A sparkling chandelier hung from the living room ceiling which lit the room brightly. The furnishings and paintings were amazing.
She strolled to the bedroom and found a king sized heart shaped bed with mirrors above it. The satin sheets allowed her to slide comfortably into the center of it. She felt silly laying there fully clothed. Her nerves were on end. She soon felt a wet spot near her ass and knew that just obeying thus far had caused her pussy to revel her pleasure.
After two or three hours she heard voices in the outer room. This she hadn't expected. It was supposed to be just Him, BLACKMASTER. No way was she going through with this while anyone else was present. Just as she was about to get off the bed, the bedroom door swung open and there stood three large black men. Each one naked with long thick black cocks, hard and pointing straight out towards her.
"Going somewhere bitch?" the first naked man asked as he approached the bed. His large black hand flew out and slapped her across the mouth.
"Lay back down pig girl and prepare to receive the fucking you deserve" he ordered. Her head spun around and she fell backwards on the bed. A trickle of blood oozed down the corner of her lips.
"Please don' t hurt me BLACKMASTER" she pleaded.
"Shut the fuck up slut," another man yelled.
The man then reached into a dresser drawer and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. He roughly grabbed and twisted her left arm and snapped the cuff to it. The other end of the cuff was hooked onto the bed frame above her head. Her right wrist received the same treatment.
"No please wait," she cried but another slap to the side of her head silenced her protests.
The third man was sitting on the end of the bed near her feet. He had her left ankle in his hands and using a stiff harsh rope wrapped it tightly. Then he yanked and spread her leg and tied the other end to the leg of the bed.
"Ouch, please it' s too tight," she protested fearing yet another slap to her face. She was not disappointed. A resounding, ear piercing slap landed on her cheek.
"Owwlll," she shrieked even though it had be expected. The man seemed to smile as he noticed his palm print left on her white face.
"Don' t get fussy on us now slut. You know you deserve this pig. In fact, you should be thanking us for taking our time with your ugly fat ass bitch.”
The man at her feet tightly bound the other ankle just as the first. She was now spread eagled on her back. One of the men now lifted her dress and smiled.
"Hey, check it out, this slut is already wet. She loves it just like He said she would."
Next he roughly shoved three large fingers straight up her exposed, wet pussy. She felt herself shocked and amazed. She felt so slutty and excited at the same time. From some unknown strength she began to thrust her pelvis upward an accepted his fingers wantonly.
The man next grabbed at and released her vulva. This nearly drove her mad. Being near naked in a hotel room with not one, but three strange black men. She began to think that this might be just what the doctor ordered. Then the man at her cunt included his remaining finger and thumb into her yielding pussy. He made a gruesome, large fist which spread her apart.
Without mercy the fist began to punch and jab into her dragging pussy hairs along with it. This was NOT what she' d expected.
"Agghh please stop!! It hurts, it hurts, it' s too big."
Her cries fell on deaf ears. The man seemed to love her cries and pounded deeper into her slit. His large knuckles twisted and churned deep within her. Each thrust of his fist also caused her to ooze more and more pussy juice, which only served to aid his punishment.
She hadn't noticed a fourth man entering the room. This one pulled a chair up near the end of the bed. She opened her tear filled eyes when she heard the wrapping paper being ripped open.
She looked past her pussy tormenter to see a large distinguished black man. He was dressed in a tailored suit, and smiled at her. She knew at once that BLACKMASTER had joined the party. At that very instant the fisting brought cum shooting from her pussy.
"Undress the pig," the dressed man ordered.
One of the men got a knife. Holding it above her eyes, the girl grimaced. A sudden fear overtook her. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all, but it was far too late now to dream of escape.
With the talent of a surgeon, the man slid the knife between her breasts and sliced the thin material of her dress all the way down to the hem. It fell softly on either side of her now nude body. A whistle escaped from one of the men as his eyes fell on her ample breasts.
"Stick to your task idiot," BLACKMASTER commanded and slapped the flat of a riding crop against the mans shoulder. He yelped and replied softly,
"Yes BLACKMASTER, of course Sir, sorry Master."
He now showed hatred towards the captive girl beneath him. He stood and walked toward the dresser again. This time he returned with a pair of alligator clamps on a silver chain. He bent over her chest and roughly grabbed a hand full of her tit flesh. Squeezing it until most of the blood had left her nipple he wickedly sneered down at the slut. Next a sudden sharp pain overtook her as the metal teeth sank deeply into her nipple.
"Yiiiieeee no take it off, pleaseeeeee," she screamed.
Again the fist that had been stilled by BLACKMASTERS entrance to the bedroom, began to pound into her sopping pussy.
"No more, please, stop I can' t take it pleaseeee!!!"
It was as if the demented man at her nipples could not hear. He twisted the painful clamp causing more damage to her nipple. She' d actually thought it might be clipped off her breast. The pain was almost unbearable, certainly nothing she' d ever experienced here to for.
The man with the passion of hitting her once again slapped her face, much harder than even before. Her head flew to the pillow from the force.
"Owwwlll, Oh please Sir make this stop please," she begged.
"Her other nipple slutboy, NOW! BLACKMASTER commanded.
The use of a riding crop at his exposed hanging balls ensured the slaveboy understood completely.
"Ouch," he screamed." Yes Sir, at once Sir."
His balls were stinging with pain, and his cock was now beginning to stiffen from it, as BLACKMASTER knew it would. The man quickly gathered up the flesh of her other tit and roughly applied the second nipple clamp.
"Nooooooooooo!!!" she screamed at the near intolerable pain at her breasts.
Next the man used his fingers to yank and jerk at the chain between the clamps, causing her ample breasts to dance and jiggle to his torture.
"Ohhhhh pleeeeaaassseee ssstttooopp it hurts, it hurts too much pleaseeeeeeeeeeeee," she screamed.
Somehow she figured her loud protest would, if not stop this assault, it would bring someone to investigate its source. But it didn't stop and no one came to her rescue.
BLACKMASTER grew tired of her protests and stood up abruptly. Shoving two of the three men out of the area, he yelled," I shall silence this pig Myself!"
He then reached into that dreaded drawer and produced a soft rubber but plug with an air pump attached to it. He pumped it to a sufficient hardness and stood behind the man kneeling on the bed still fisting the girl.
"Open" He commanded and the black man spread his legs apart. BLACKMASTER shoved the dildo far and deep into that mans asshole with out lube. The man groaned at first but his muscles relaxed to accept the will of BLACKMASTER. Within a few pumps the man began to fuck back against the thrusts of BLACKMASTER. His asshole had been no stranger to intruders to be sure. With each painful thrust he increased the force of his fisting.
It amazed both he and his Master the way the pig beneath them involuntarily lifted her ass off the bed to accept it. It amazed her how this man could take something up his ass and concentrate on his task. She was indeed still in quite a lot of pain but began to find it exciting at the same time. Then something happened that wasn't so exciting.
BLACKMASTER snatched the inflatable butt plug from the fisting mans asshole with a loud pop. He stood and walked to the head of the bed and grabbed the girls cheeks in His powerful hands and squeezed hard. The woman opened her mouth as if to again scream, when she did BLACKMASTER shoved the shitty end of that dildo into her mouth and began to pump air into it from the other end. The taste of human waste filled her mouth and she nearly gagged as it inflated sufficiently enough to drop her jaw and silence her.
Then BLACKMASTER reached back under the bed and produced a bamboo cane. He stood and yanked the chain between the painful nipple clamps upward. This caused her large tits to follow the upward motion. BLACKMASTER began to whip the flesh with the cane, smiling at her discomfort and helplessness.
"WHACK, WHACK, WHACK," the cane landed leaving rising red welt marks all across her tits. With her mouth soiled and stuffed, she could do nothing more than lay there and suffer the abuse from these two men. Nothing, that is, except feel the pillow get wetter from her tears.
Once she had tried to roll away from the cane only to discover how strong BLACKMASTERS grip on the chain actually was. The force of the unforgiving clamps being twisted with the weight of her body brought specks of blood flying from her nipples. When she saw that, her eyes widened and she immediately turned flat on her back.
Suddenly the fist pounded well into her now bruised cunt and held itself at the back of her pussy. She squeezed her thighs as close together as the ropes would allow and flooded his hand once more.
"Enough idiot, dismissed!" BLACKMASTER hissed to his remaining associate.
The girl felt violated as the mans large fist quickly snatched itself out of her pussy. A large string of her own cum slowly hung from his tightly closed fist.
"Clean your hand faggot then get the Hell out!”
"Yes BLACKMASTER as you wish Sir."
The man obeyed and stood, walked over to the other side of the bed near her head and wiped his slimy hand over her face. Her own cum was now washing and smearing her makeup. The caning continued, as did the pain in her entire body.
Alone now, BLACKMASTER dropped the cane and again returned to the dresser. Her eyes widened in wonder as to what could be next. Fire rode all over her entire breast and shoulders and her pussy felt so used and abused. Now what?
He returned with a box of wooden clothes pins. Smiling down at her, He sat and began to decorate her swollen and blood streaked breasts with them. Oh how she wanted to scream, as if that would ease her pain, but all her mouth could do taste the soil of the fist puncher.
The wood was not as damaging to her as the sharp teeth of the metal at her nipples, but they sure as hell were not comfortable, to say the least. Each breath she took made her breasts heave and any skin not under the command of a clothespin stretched painfully. But the pain did not stop there.
BLACKMASTER turned His attention now to her exposed arm pits. Six clothespins each were attached to that sensitive skin there. It hurt like hell but she was now calling upon her spirit to accept and somehow, if possible, learn to enjoy what she had asked for. A difficult task for any one to be sure, especially for one in such unfamiliar territory as this.
The man seemed to pay no attention to her torment at all. In fact, she even thought she' d noticed a hint of a smile on His face from time to time. He actually seemed to be enjoying this. A point of comfort in her state of punishment she thought. At least someone was having a good time.
After placing clothespins on the inside of her elbows and two each on her upturned wrists He stood. Then He directed His attention to her dripping pussy.
With a handful of clothespins. BLACKMASTER sat near her thigh and bent. He yanked at a few pussy hairs pulling them from her body. Her eyes widened at this pain but still she could no longer protest vocally. He raised His hand above her face and let a few pussy hairs lightly fall to her cum smeared face. This was not only painful, but most degrading to the girl. Degradation was also one of the talents of BLACKMASTER she thought, along with His knack of verbal abuse.
He gathered the skin surrounding her clit and pinched His fingers together quite hard. The pain shot from her body to concentrate in her groin area. Wishing she could sink further into the bed to escape the pain she shook her head violently back and forth as the pain continued. How the hell long could He hold those damn fingers together so hard? Then, just as she thought she’d pass out, He released His grip. She felt a momentary relief.
In that short moment she found that her pussy had once more betrayed her and felt it oozing more and more cum. Who knew? Who knew indeed she sighed to herself. This brief moment of relief faded as He snapped a hard wooden clothespin directly on the spot He' d just squeezed to orgasm, her swollen clit. Through aching jaw muscles she groaned out some animalistic painful sound.
He pulled at her left pussy lip and snapped three clothespins along the soft skin. She sucked air sharply through her nostrils. The other side of her pussy received the same treatment. She could do naught but remain His victim.
There comes a point in time where pain simply becomes a welcomed friend to a properly tormented body. The mind ceases to resist it. The feelings begin to become a mass of confusion in your head. It hurts alright, but after a while it becomes almost quite natural. This is what happened to her as without any further touching on her body, she noticed that her pussy continued to flood the satin sheets. She could well feel the wetness under her ass. She almost forgot BLACKMASTER was even there. Hell, at this point it could have been anyone with such sadistic talents, even her wimp husband.
Her husband?? How could he enter her mind now. Boy oh boy would he be surprised to see her in such a state, and with four black men using and abusing her so. A comforting thought crossed her muddled mind. What if he WAS there, on the floor, tied and bound as she was. Helplessly enduring such harsh cruel treatment. He' d deserve it, but she knew he' d never be able to handle it. For many reasons he' d fail but it was her only pleasant thought of the dickless bastard.
BLACKMASTER had, meanwhile moved to the foot of the bed. He sat and snatched off her right shoe, then the left one. She felt relieved and wiggled her toes widely. This pleased and attracted His attention.
She hoped He might take pity on her feet and massage them for her. Nothing could have been further from His mind.
She felt His hands separate her tiny left toe form the others and loop a strong string around it. He pulled it towards Him and it caused her toes to spread far apart. He tied the other end of it to the bed frame and it painfully held her foot and toe in place. Next He looped another string around her big toe spread it apart as well and secured it to the rope around her ankle.
Her toes all opened and exposed the tender valley of flesh between them. He did the same with her other foot. She could no longer wiggle them so easily. The toes that were not bound were stretched to submission.
BLACKMASTER then stood and again went to the dresser. He returned with a candle and lit it, blowing out the match He' d used and dropping the still hot match stick into her belly button. The hot tip landed as a spear and burnt her sensitive skin. She sucked in her breath, of course, causing new pain at the clamps and clothes pins at her nipples, then forced her belly upwards dislodging the hot matchstick.
During this time He had allowed the candle to produce a puddle of hot wax. He held her foot forward and slowly let the hot wax drip into the spaces between her toes. She wanted to flex her feet to escape this treatment but the ropes and string held her fast. The wax burned for a moment, each time it landed between her toes, then cooled, only to be heaped upon once more with more heat.
He filled the spaces between her toes to the knuckle closing the gaps. Wax now hardened and forced her toes apart as He blew His breath gently over it. As it cemented and her futile attempts to relieve the pressure at her feet subsided, He cut loose the strings on her toes. Her ankle snapped her feet forward causing her feet to strain at the pushing of the wax. She could not relieve the pressure it caused and the more she struggled the more her feet hurt.
She' d wished she still had those killer shoes on now, but of course, she didn’t' t. The pain was quite intense.
BLACKMASTER bent beneath the bed and produced ten more alligator clamps. Staring directly into her begging eyes, He snapped one of the painful metal things open and shut, allowing her to think of the pain they would surely cause. Then with slow, calculated precision BLACKMASTER applied a biting clamp to the ends of each of her bright red painted toes. They bit into her and indeed caused blood to drip down. He loved the sight of the crimson and pink mixture of blood and wax that ran down her arches and soles. She didn’t' t even have strength enough to protest this torment.
She saw the blood. She felt the pain. What more could He possibly do to her feet she thought. Would she ever be able to walk again? Yet and still the puddle between her ass cheeks continued.
She actually gave in and began to enjoy becoming nearly as masochistic as He apparently was sadistic. At this revelation, a new feeling overcame her…FREEDOM! Freedom from herself. Freedom from her husband. Freedom from wondering what she was, what she actually wanted from a, dare she even think it, lover. Indeed, she now felt herself His lover.
She welcomed His sadistic advances upon her slut body. She shuddered to admit that her pussy had become smarter than her brain first. She actually began to enjoy being abused thusly, and wanted more. He knew this. He could tell from the change of fear in her eyes to that of pleading for it. Wishing He' d not exhausted His talents. He hadn't.
The sadistic bastard now produced a small razor from His pocket and gently sliced the skin of her soles. Not deep, just barely enough to cause the skin to bleed slowly. She hardly felt it. But she sure felt what He did to her bound feet next.
Using the flat of a ruler He began to slap at the soles of her feet. The blood splattered and landed on His white shirt. A new painful, yet welcomed feeling shot up her legs directly to her flooded pussy. She strained to accept more as this silent assassin slapped her tortured feet. She screamed deep inside herself for Him for fuck her bruised body. She longed to have Him or at this point, ANYBODY fuck her. It would make this experience complete, yet that was not in the cards this day.
Suddenly the foot punishment stopped, and so did the blessed pain she learned to crave. BLACKMASTER stood and went to the bathroom to wash His face, leaving her bruised and bloody body bound to the bed. She wanted to cry out to bring Him back. This was the worst torment of all. She had been brought to life and only needed the feel of a huge black cock to fulfill her new awakening. But it was not forth coming.
He returned with a new change of clothing, seemingly quite refreshed. He unplugged the stem from the mouth/butt plug she had long ago sucked clean. Her jaw ached as she wrenched it back and forth trying to bring feeling to her mouth. He poured a fresh glass of scotch, sipped a little, then dumped the remains on her face and head, and dropped the glass on her right breast. It made a clinking sound as it bounced off a clothespin, causing further damage and bruises there. Staring down at her with disgust He finally spoke at the girl.
"Well this was interesting slut. You are worthy of no more of My time however. I shall leave you now pig. Oh yeah, one of My bitchboys has already gone through your purse. You' re broke and W/we know exactly where you live slut. You will be contacted should your slut services be required again pig girl. Adieu!"
With that he snorted and spat directly onto her face, turned and said, “Thank Me pig slut!"
A faint smile crossed His lips as just before He slammed the bedroom door shut as he heard her whisper, “Thank you BLACKMASTER Sir.”
Isn't it strange what the mind and body can endure, accept, and crave, IF you have a strong enough spirit?
THE END
Humbly submitted by
Sir Stryker
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