Posted by ladyjayne
on Thu 26 Feb 09, 12:59 AM to ladyjayne's blog.
The door slammed and I hurried to greet him, I'd not seen him in a couple of day as he had been working away so was bouncy and excited about the thought of our reunion.
What greeted me as I turned through the door however was entirely unexpected. His hand connected with my face before I even had time to register what was happening. I had never been slapped so hard in the face before, this wasn't a slap in so much as it was a punch, my jaw ached and as the shock subsided I began to realise my mouth was filling with the tangy metallic taste of my own blood.
His voice was a low growl as started to speak to me, not looking at me; he spat at me "you pathetic whore, did you really think you could get away with it? You thought I wouldn't find out just because I was a thousand miles away?"
My mind became a blur as a million thoughts rushed through my brain, not one of them giving me any clues as to how I could have possibly offended him.
I obviously hesitated too much as he growled, a low sound that sent chills running through my body, and my heart sank into my stomach.
It was a sound I knew well, one that meant I was in deep shit, no amount of stammered apology was going to help, the only way I could be forgiven was through pain, lots of it, and at my expense. I braced myself for what I knew was coming, he spat one word at me "whore" as he wrapped my hair around his fist and dragged me.
There was no point fighting him, he overpowered me in height and strength, but those were almost irrelevant. I didn't fight because I didn't want to, I knew what was going to happen would be unpleasant at best, painful and long lasting at worse. If he took pity on me I might even enjoy some of it, but that was beginning to look unlikely.
I half ran, was half dragged down the stone steps, my balance deserting me at one point as I lost my footing, causing me to slam into him hard. That earned me another blow to the face from his free hand, this one caught me right across the face, sending my head spinning and causing tears to well up in my eyes.
We finally reached the bottom of the stairs and he forced me through the door into 'the room' it was in reality a cellar, but it had been turned into a place that for me was filled with fear and arousal in fairly equal parts.
To be in here was to be hurt, once I passed through that door all limits and all safe words were behind me, he did what he wanted to me in here and I had no say, no one could hear no matter how much I screamed and with a heavy metal door he could keep me in here indefinitely.
The room itself was almost medical in appearance, clean white walls, a black and white checked tilled floor, lots of bright white light spilled out from overhead lights. Gleaming black metal cabinets were all along one wall. There was a bed in the middle of the room, like a gyne bed but with some modifications, when I was laid on the bed he could access all but the centre of my back, leaving my body totally exposed.
I started to remove my clothes as soon as I got in the room, I didn't want to do anything to fuel the temper that already seemed to be at boiling point. As soon as I was naked I was pushed away from him, my face pressing into the nearest wall as his knee held me in place. I started to panic as I realised why he had me there, he was placing a heavy rubber hood over my head. It was the most hated thing (for me at least) in those black cabinets, with it he could deafen me, gag me and blind me, leaving me isolated and totally terrified about what was going to happen to me next. Now I could hear, see and speak, but I was too scared to contemplate that, all I could do was worry about what was going to happen to me.
Once the hood was fastened, he pushed me towards the bed, without him needing to say a word I got on it. My arms fit into the groves above my head, my legs fitting into the stirrups, he got to work strapping my arms in place, then my legs, I was expecting him to place the straps around my body when he stopped and moved to my neck. He looked at me, his eyes were cold and hard, they scared me, he told me with little to no emotion that he had modified the bed and added a new strap. The strap was to go around my neck and it worked very much like a dogs choke collar, if I moved it got tighter, and it would just get tighter until it strangled me, as he was not going to stop to loosen it so he expected me to stay still.
He hadn't blindfolded me so I could watch him as he walked round the room, picking up bits and pieces that he wanted to use. It was fairly easy to see even though I couldn't move, the sadist in him enjoyed torturing me in as many ways as possible and so he had placed a mirror on the ceiling. Knowing that although I couldn't bear to see, I wasn't able to help myself from watching whatever depraved and sadistic urges he used my body to satisfy.
He moved towards me with something fairly large in his hands, it looked like a glass jar and I knew what it was, it was a suction cup, this one was fairly large but shaped in a curve, it had been made to fit specially over my pussy, I must have breathed a just audible sigh of relief, this was something I enjoyed, something that turned me on and now I was looking forward to it.
He placed it over my cunt and started the suction, as I moaned with desire he glanced at me, muttering under his breath "you stupid cunt, you have no idea" that took any enjoyment out of it, it was something to be scared of now, this was in some way just the start. As the suction machine carried on it's job, he moved to my tits, placing one inside another seemingly too thin jar, as the suction stopped at my cunt, he moved it to the jar over my tit, the suction pulling unbelievably hard on the fragile gentle tissue, I settled into the feeling of the suction and glanced down at my cunt, it was unbelievably swollen, filling the jar with soft puffy flesh, he had never filled the jar with my cunt before and I couldn't help but shudder with the pressure.
Soon my breast had gone past the point of comfortable to the point of pain, still he continued letting the machine suck the air out, pulling my tender flesh further into the device, it felt like the tissue was going to tear away from my body, I tried to push myself towards it to relieve the feeling, all too late I remembered the strap around my neck and it tightened, I had no choice but to allow my head to be moved back into place, this time the strap cutting into my throat, making it uncomfortable, but not difficult to breathe. I stayed as still as possible as he moved around the bed and subjected my other breast to exactly the same treatment, I tried not to even make a sound but the strangeness of the dull pain my body was in caused me to whimper, he glared at me as if he was daring me to make a noise and then he laughed, it sounded strange compared to his harsh growls and whispers, but I knew the reason for his laughter before he even said the words "don't worry about moans I'll have you screaming before I'm through with you"
After those words had died down in my ears I found the world around me going very dark, he had placed the blindfold over my eyes. I found the darkness relaxing, sure there was fear there, I couldn't see what he was about to do to me, I couldn't brace myself, but at the same time I couldn't worry about things I might just have seen out of the corner of my eyes, he couldn't use my sight to scare me further.
He left me to my thoughts for a while and I drifted into a very nice place, the pains in my breasts had turned to a throbbing that was carrying all the way down to my cunt and it was all I could do to stop myself from moving my hips in arousal, because of course that would tighten the strap around my neck, I knew he was watching me though, waiting for the right moment, I was under no illusion, he was planning something nasty, something to leave me in pain for days.
His fingers dug into my cunt as he released some of the pressure on my cunt and removed the jar, there was a moan of longing, mixed with relief as the sensations changed, it was followed quickly by a short yelp as clamps were attached to my puffy lips, I lost count after a couple, but clamp after clamp was placed on what felt like every available swollen surface of flesh, yelps turned into short screams as my skin became tight and even more sensitive, and then he pushed the clamps to one side and in a swift move secured a clamp very tightly on my enlarged swollen clit.
I lay there panting, no idea what was going to happen next when I found out, red hot searing pain shot through my cunt, my body arched involuntarily as I reacted to the pain, he left me no time to calm myself as another pain coursed through my body, as the scream left my lips I realized exactly what he was doing, the pain was needles going through my labia, oh dear god it hurt, I started to arch my back more, struggling trying to get away from the pain, I couldn't remember how many clamps he had put on me but with each needle I was finding it more and more difficult to breathe.
By the time he had got to 6 needles I could no longer breathe, I started to panic, to try to catch his attention, surely he wouldn't let me suffocate, but I was no use, he stuck another two hellishly painful needles into my cunt lips, my screams virtually silent now, just breathless sobbing, then a realisation dawned on me, there was one last clamp left, panic hit me like lightening, it wasn't on my labia, or my hood it was on my clit, with the last of my breath I screamed no, right as the combination of the pain from the needle passing through my clit and the lack of oxygen caused me to pass out.
I am not sure how long I was unconscious for, but the scene that greated me would have implied it was a while, I was still exactly where I had been, and was still in a lot of pain, but he had removed the blindfold and the neck strap.
Looking in the mirror I could see my cunt, swollen and very bloody, trickles of blood seeping out of the fresh piercings, made permanent by the rings he had placed in them, they hurt more then ever because not only were there gleaming rings, but through each one there was a cord, pulling and stretching them outwards.
"I know we'd talked about getting you rings and stretching them, well I thought I'd speed the whole process up"
The voice from behind startled me, he moved towards my head and I could see he was naked, my tongue tried to reach his cock, he was turned on, and by now, in spite of the pain and the hopelessness of the situation (or was it because of such) I was just as aroused.
He walked round to the end of the bed and picked up a bowl, the contents quickly landed across my body, still warm and sticky my own blood clung too me, it was the blood he had collected while piercing me, he smeared some of it across my stomach, and with his hand covered in blood he rubbed it over the head of his cock, before pushing himself into the very wet very bloody mess that was my cunt.
If anyone could have heard me scream it would have been then, his body slammed into mine, causing the rings to pull against the ropes, he reached down and pulled on the ring through my clit, my screams increased in volume and shifted in pitch, hearing the pain I was in tipped him over the edge, his cum mixing in the blood.
His hand buried itself in my cunt and brought the mixture to my lips, then smeared it across my mouth and down to my tits, he gently released the straps that held me, wrapped me in a blanket and carried me back upstairs.
He laid me down on the sofa with unbelievable tenderness after such a punishment, but he held me and whispered in to my ear how proud of me he was, and that he would run me a bath soon and let me soak, then he smiled at me with one of those smiles that lights up my life, kissed me on the forehead and said;
"I hope you've learnt your lesson, just remember next time, I prefer white toilet roll, not blue"
| 26 Feb 09, 5:19 AM Hislilpuppy 9 yrs |
RrRaawwwww that was a fit scene ..always wanted piercings down below again .. Tres bon mon Cher, j'adore holly submission is permission to truly be yourself without judgment Edited 26 Feb 09, 2:48 PM by Hislilpuppy | |
| 26 Feb 09, 11:12 AM Sunhillow 7 yrs |
I know I'm gonna get totally shot down in flames for saying this, but the first part of that brought back awful memories of the domestic violence I was subjected to by my ex-husband. To make myself clear, I'm absolutely not saying your kink is not ok, just how reading it affected me personally. And please don't anyone say, "if you don't like it don't read it", the title didn't give me any clues as to the content apart from that it might be hot to read and by the time I'd got through the first couple of paragraphs it was too late not to have read it. I'm not having a go at you for posting it. As has been said many times on IC, it would be ridiculous if we all had to censor our posts so as not to upset anyone who might read them. And I absolutely uphold the right for folks to post what they like within the AUP. I replied to a post on IC yesterday saying I thought there was a lack of tolerance on IC. So again, just to be clear, I'm not expressing intolerance, simply my personal reaction to a piece of writing.
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| 26 Feb 09, 8:34 PM ladyjayne 8 yrs |
I don't think anyone is going to shoot you down in flames, but I am puzzled as to how you think I should respond to you... My personal view is if you read something and you don't like it, unless you can offer constructive critisism (and I might be being blind but I can't see any here) just don't reply.
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| 26 Feb 09, 8:36 PM ladyjayne 8 yrs |
Merci! I have this love/hate thing going on with genital piercing, I was threated with having my clit pierced at one point, i think he knew the idea terrified me but turned me on at the same time, same with labia piercings... *shudders while needing clean knickers*
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| 26 Feb 09, 8:50 PM jen001 UK(HD), 8 yrs  |
my piercings had a wibble... j xx
you are not a gentleman, a gentleman would never stare at a lady like that... |
