Craig Esposito - Katie_s Pain Lesson

I knew what he was extracting.

I shifted in my seat and took a gander at my exposed clit. The damn bugger was aroused! It looked so defenseless nesting there in my wet slot. A slot surrounded by cane marks. It had by no means been ignored in recent hours and was about to get even more attention. Perhaps a bit more than it and I had bargained for.

Jason stood between my spread legs. I could see gleaming metal in his hands. Silver metal needle and golden clit ring. Fortunately it was not nearly the size of Betsy's, but threatening all the same.

Jason seemed to be reading my mind, as he said, "This one is smaller but it will still serve the purpose. After you have healed, a larger one can be installed in the hole made by this one."

Reaching up with one hand he caressed my leg. I literally jumped.

"A bit nervous?"

I swallowed and nodded my head.

"Too nervous to remain in place without bondage?"

Again I nodded my head. Nerves be damned, I didn't think I could hold still as my clit was pierced and then ringed, for Christ's sake I wasn't made out of steel. Oh, no. I was definitely flesh and bones. And excited clit to boot.

"No problem," came his reply to my cowardliness as he walked away again. That time he came back with an assortment of bands, ropes and chains. "A lady should always have her wishes granted."

It still amazed me that Jason could read me so well. I did want to be bound. Stringently, in fact, to make it better. Half of the appeal of bondage was the illusion of restraints used.

Jason could have simply used a waist strap to hold me to the chair and ropes to tie off my legs. But he, too, understood ‘image'.

Leather bands encircled my wrists and were fastened to the sides of the chair. A thick, very cold chain clit into my stomach and held me fast to the chair. I sure as hell wasn't going to go anywhere with that sucker attached to me. Yards of ropes dug into my legs, calves, knees and thighs. He readjusted the brackets and my legs spread even farther apart.

Thin white ropes approached my bobbing tits and in less time than I thought possible they pointing straight out and rock hard by the tightness of the ropes. They were turning a light bluish color when Jason placed a padded clip on each vaginal lip toward the top of my crease. A second later the sound of tape being torn off a role filled the air as he tore off two strips and taped the clips to my heaving lower abdomen, which just naturally left my poor defenseless clit totally exposed and vulnerable.

"Now the question is," he paused in his work, "does the lady want it heated up before the installation."

Heated up?

God! what a thought.

I looked at that tiny morsel of delight. It stood up full and proud. Could I stand it punished more before being pierced?

Ah, hell, sure it could.

I licked my lips. My answer was in my eyes and Jason smiled.

"A nice fat strapping?" he asked as he walked over to a wall and took down a demon of a strap. "Or is it to be the infamous cat?" He held one of those up too for my inspection and selection. "Or does the lady want just an illusion?" That time he held up a cat made out of satin strands.

"One, two or number three?"

My voice was still refusing to function in the time honored way, but I did manage to pop up one finger in response.

"Ahh, so it's a strapping that is needed in this case. An excellent choice, if I do say so myself. I think five is a good number, don't you?"

Five? That strap did look lethal.

I swallowed and nodded in agreement.

God, where did my nerve come from?

Again Jason stood between my legs. The strap raised. I pulled against my leg bonds. It did no good. They were firmly secured and didn't come together in the least.

"Ahh the last minute doubts. They are so annoying aren't they. It's almost like your first night here, isn't it? Except that this time you can't pull your legs together. It's all up to me. I select the time. The force. The severity. Ready, love?"

I got together enough gumption to nod my head as I watched the strap descend.

"Aahahhahhhhhaaaaaaaaaaa."

The scream was no more out of my mouth than Jason's mouth was plastered to my aching clit and I screamed again. In pleasure. Talk about feelings. I felt each damned taste bud as his tongue did its magic.

I was on the verge of coming when he pulled away and the strap landed again, followed by his mouth. I screamed with every move he made whether strap or tongue. I thought I'd go out of my mind with the alternating pain and pleasure that was really pleasure all rolled into one thing. There was no doubt in either of our minds that my clit was stimulated.

I was almost over stimulated as he dropped the strap and took up the needle. Leaning forward as much as I could I watched, and definitely felt, its passage through my clit. With metal gleaming on both sides of my pierced clit the damned thing had the audacity to continue to pulsate. It did miniature push-ups atop the needle bisecting it as we watched it go through its maneuverers.

Then it was time for the ring to replace the needle.

Other than a tugging feeling I can't say that it hurt. It felt weird, but it didn't really hurt. The needle had made a good opening for its placement. With a click the ring snapped in place.

My body must have been waiting for that final click because at that moment I came. It was a shattering climax. My bound body arched against its restraints and I spiraled even higher as I felt Jason's cock tap my ring before sliding deep within me.

That was it. I had no more control. I was off and soaring. I passed the stars and ascended the universe as Jason drove in and out of me. I was incapable of anything but coming. I think I blubbered. I know I screamed. None of it made any difference. I was in a totally sexual climaxing world of my own with Jason somewhere in the vicinity.

That afternoon I got a more traditional engagement ring. The kind that goes on the third finger, left hand. Quite a rock. It was worth more than all my possession combined, so naturally I just loved it.

I concluded that having access to vast amounts of money had many rewards. But quite frankly, with or without money, I would have taken Jason.

Again that evening I dinned in my colored buff and was getting use to the fact. I can't say that I was totally comfortable with the situation, but it was becoming more and more familiar. Hell, just the leering looks Jason sent my way made it worth adjusting to.

I wondered when he would take the act public so to speak. I knew he would eventually, that was a foregone conclusion. I dreaded and looked forward to it happening, wondering just how it would be done. Where it would happen and under what circumstances.

But thoughts of the future weren't nearly as interesting as current events. Events in the form of good old Johnny again whipping ass in the dinning room. This time his wife's as she spilled wine on the tablecloth.

Ten hefty strokes later, I again concluded that I had gotten myself into quite a household. Yes sirree, the potential things that I could observe and join in were really amazing, if one stopped to consider them. Which, I must admit, I did. With relish.

After dinner I had to pose my very marred body for Jason to take pictures of, to send to his parents and family. He explained that they had to have visual proof that he was maintaining the family traditions.

I got a thrill out of each and every click of the camera. I must admit that I followed each and every suggestion he offered. His parents would get a good look at all of me from tits, to pussy and clit ring, to ass. Even I admit to getting carried away before he again stored the camera after giving the exposed role to one of the servants to have processed.