Craig Esposito - Katie_s Pain Lesson

"And that pleases you?"

"Massively. As you've guessed or been informed, the infliction of pain is nothing new to me. It is a family trait, so to speak. The men in my family are more or less trained from birth to be domineering with females. Just as the females are taught to submit to pain from males. It has been that way for centuries, passed from one generation to the next. I would venture to say that it is almost ingrained in us."

"And that is where I fit in?"

"To be blunt. Yes. But there is also the personal attraction we feel for each other. We both felt it that first night. You aren't denying it are you?"

"I… no. I did feel it."

"But?"

"But what?"

"There is a but in there somewhere, isn't there?"

"Well… yes."

I waited but he didn't respond. I knew he was waiting for me to state the ‘but' part of my reaction. I noted that the longer I procrastinated the harder it was to state it, until I just blurted it out without the least bit of tact.

"But where does that leave me in your so-called family trait? I've stated my feelings toward you. I love you, damn it. Is this some kind of fling for you? Do we have a future together? Is it all one sided on my part?"

I don't know, I guess I thought that Jason would get mad at my words, at my outburst. But he didn't.

The rascal smiled. And pulled me closer "It leaves you, Kate, precisely where you want to be left."

"Huh?"

"With me. Forever and ever."

I couldn't believe his words. They spoke of promises not stated. Of fulfilled dreams. Of fantasies obtained. But when I finally got the nerve to look up at him, it was there.

"Yes, you silly goose. I love you, too. Is that so amazing? We both recognized the attraction at the dance. Haven't I catered to all of your wants in the past weeks? Spent a fortune on things to make you happy?"

"But money means little to you. How was I to know how you felt?"

"True, money means little to me as I've had it all my life. But there is more than money between us. We are like separated halves of a whole. We belong together. We knew that from the start. I enjoy giving you things that money can buy. You are so damned refreshing. You don't hide your feelings. Hell, you practically scream them out for all to hear. I like that. Is it so unreasonable of me to want to see you happy?"

"But why did you wait so long in telling me that you love me?"

"Because I wanted to be sure you loved me. Not my money and what it could give you. Being rich does have its drawbacks, Kate. You are never certain what the attraction is. Is it the money or the man. That was what I needed to know before stating my love. Am I forgiven?"

Well, take a guess.

I crushed my body, the body he and his servants had made the way it was, to him and gave him the kiss of the century. I wanted to climb into him. Merge myself with him and never let him go. He had turned all of my dreams into reality, and believe me, reality was just fantastic.

There was so much I wanted to give him. My love. My body. My life. It was all his. I had no reservations, not one. I held nothing back. And he returned it to me a hundred times over. With the small amount of brain power I had left, I knew that his previous words were true. I would never deny him anything he truly wanted. I also knew it was true for him. He would not deny me anything either.

Pulling away I looked in his eyes. It was there. He did return my love, a necessary ingredient for any female worth her salt. "I love you."

"And I love you, too. Which," he paused to give my ass a spank, "brings us to now."

"Now?"

"Now. This moment."

For some reason I had a very good idea what his next words would result in, but being typical female I waited for him to state them in no uncertain terms.

I wasn't disappointed.

He just smiled at my perversity. "Now then, just where shall we attach you for the installation of your very personal engagement ring, do you suppose."

My eyes canvassed the chamber surrounding us as in my gut I knew where my ‘very personal engagement ring' was going to be installed.

It was obvious that Jason hadn't missed any of my attentions focused on Betsy's clit ring and I just knew I would soon have my own. With that in mind I studied the room.

Just how would I like to be bound for my clit ring? There were numerous tables, with and without strategically cut out openings for legs, arms and so forth. There was the rack, an implement of any submissive's dreams. Several of the supporting posts were obviously doubling as whipping posts, hanging shackles proclaimed that fact. And then there were a multitude of chains, rings and hooks that could be used for the same purpose.

Decisions. Decisions.

What was a girl to do? Especially when confronted with so many choices.

I felt the blood rushing through me and just had to have a definitive answer. "A clit ring?"

Jason nodded his head. "Can't get any more personal than that, now can we? Any objections?"

For some reason my voice was non-functioning, but I did nod my head in agreement.

"So? Where? How?"

Just as my first night, I couldn't seem to make a decision. My eyes flickered here, and there, over to that, to that thing, and the other. I was no closer to making a decision than I had been when I first suspected his intention.

The frustrating thing was, I wanted a damn ring in my clit. I had since I'd seen Betsy's. It looked so… exciting. I had no trouble imagining the many and varied things that a clit ring could be used for. All seem highly erotic to me. But I was still no closer to an answer.

Raising timid eyes to his, I asked, "Couldn't you choose?"

"I could… but I won't. The decision is yours. I will install the clit ring, and any others over time that you so desire. But for this one, you must choose the circumstances of its installation."

I couldn't help but lower my hand to the object under discussion. No, no doubt about it, my clit was sore. It had taken quite a caning last night. It was tender as hell. Excited, too. But nevertheless, tender. I knew that I would have to be restrained to have it pierced. The question yet remained of how.

Deciding that it should be a very commemorative setting and endeavor, I literally studied the alternatives at my disposal. Any would do, but I was looking for that something special, after all, it wasn't every day that a gal got a clit ring.

I stepped out of Jason's embrace and walked around. Touching this one, studying that one. I tried to picture myself in the position they suggested. For some perverted reason I found them all stimulating. That thought alone proved to me that I had chosen well. Jason was laying it all before me. In a sense the world was at my feet, or at least at my beck and call. Just as soon as I made a decision.

I made three circuits of the chamber before deciding on the gynecology chair as my choice. Being female and health conscious, I had visited my doctor for my yearly pap smears and there was something about the vulnerability of the position. Leaning on my back with my legs in metal brackets, spreading my legs and offering up my pussy almost like a sacrifice had always excited me on my visits.

I had had visions of the doctor ‘raping' me, shoving his cock up my cunt as I laid open to him. But, as I nervously climbed up on the leather seat it wasn't a cock I was going to accept, it was a ring in my clit.

The cool leather made my goose bumps multiply as I wiggled into position in the upright chair and even had the gall to place my knees in the brackets as a smiling Jason looked on.

"Doctor fantasies, is it?"

He didn't seem disappointed by my selection as I gave him a tentative smile in return. For some perverse reason my entire body blushed as Jason walked over to one of several cabinets and opened a drawer.