To Twist, To Wrench (4)

Posted by mia on Mon 11 Apr 11, 9:23 PM to mia's blog.

So he's got this piece of metal bondage, that is not in the least bit dignified or comfortable. It is heavy and unrelenting and works. In it, i can just about move my bottom and that's it. With his foot on my back, i couldn't move even that. But that's what he wanted. He wanted my imobility. That i was uncomfortable and humiliated was, i imagine, a rather nice by-product.

He attached the newly aquired Hitachi Wand to the retort stand he'd picked up from somewhere. He placed it at exactly the right, or rather, WRONG, place. He switched it on and waited for my yelps, for my pathetic and pointless attempts at removing myself from the vibrations. They came. I came. They continued. I continued. I get sore when he uses his hands or his fingers, if he keeps going after i come once. I lost count how many orgasms i had, perhaps as i wouldn't associate these ones with the pleasure they are usually linked to. These were painful and unrelenting.

My begging, of course, started and unsurprisingly so did his smirking and patronising faux sympathy. Nothing stopped. Not for an age.

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When he released me, which he eventually did, hence the blog typed with actual hands rather than the power of my mind, i could barely move and so rather than attempt to get up, i curled around his feet and licked my gratitude at both the cruelty and the release.

Thank you Master.