Craig Esposito - Katie_s Pain Lesson

Almost all of the marks had at least began to fade on the front of me and I was more than willing to have him working away at me. I wasn't ready for hot and heavy on my still healing clit, but tits were fine by me. I did my own version of arching my body into his grasp as I divided my attention between him and what he was doing to me and Johnny and Susan across the room.

Johnny had exchanged flexible whip for a sturdy strap and all sounds changed. No longer did it whistle through the air, it more whooshed. And the sharp cracking sound changed to a deep heavy thud. The effect on Susan was noticeable too. Not only did her feet almost leave the floor with each application of the strap but her boobies did a bit of flopping too in time with each one landed.

I wondered when he was going to get around to attaching weights to her tits, too. I was getting quite a charge out of weight watching lately and wanted to see some more. No sooner had I thought of it and Johnny was setting the strap aside and reaching for yet more weights.

He didn't bother with attaching chains like the others had. No, he attached his selected weights right to the rings themselves by means of the small hooks at the ends of them. Having observed other weights being used throughout the night I was still amazed at how large they appeared. And he didn't stop at one per boobie either.

Set one managed to pull her up pointing nipples straight out. Set two pulled them down. Set three almost folded them in half as I watched with unbelieving eyes. Then he attached the fourth set and even Susan gave a desperate groan. Gone was her casual leaning against the wall for support. She stood up straight, putting even more pull and force on them against her tits. But she looked anything like asking him to remove them as again he took up the strap and came at her ass.

"Is that like something you've imagined," Jason asked against my ear as I stared in total fascination at Susan's tit jerking with each application of the strap to her already reddened ass. An ass, I might add, that was still tipped back in full agreement of it landing.

It had been that way from day one. Jason's ability to almost read my mind. I had long since given up on trying to know how he did it. I just accepted it as a fact, as I answered, "Yyyesss…"

His warm hands played havoc with my hot tits as I imagined them being ringed and weights attached as I got my ass strapped to high heaven. I was picturing myself in Susan's place, and perhaps in time I would be. But at the moment I was more than content to be where I was. Jason's hands on me as I got my eyes and ears full of what was going on around me.

Susan must have taken a good hundred strokes to her flaming ass before she called it quits and Johnny obliged by dropping the strap and trading it for his cock which he promptly stuffed her heated ass and the two of them lucked away as the weights flopped back and forth on her chest like a child's toy in heated play.

She had more than gotten her request I thought as I turned my divided attention to Carol and Barry.

After devoting his attention to Karen and the installation of her nipple rings, Barry when back and collected Carol, who appeared to anxiously awaiting his return.

I was still contemplating her comment that Barry had requested using hot items on her flesh as he led her across the room to a different sort of rack. The basic structure was that of an opened box. Carol was bound in the center of the sides, available from all angles as wrists and ankles were tied off. I had no doubts that she was strung up tight. I could see her muscles and tendons stretching beneath her skin.

That fact might be why she was suddenly drenched in sweat, but I don't think so. I think she was extremely nervous about Barry taking an inordinate amount of time adjust several iron rod in the small grill he had lit earlier. The smell of heating material had been lingering around my senses for some time and as he knelt in front of it my nose could smell nothing else. I'm sure Carol's nose did the same.

Naturally I had heard and even dreamed about hot objects coming into contact with my wicked flesh but up until then it had been that. A dream. Now I was on the verge of actually seeing it done. And believe me, seeing is much more arousing than just dreaming.

Carol didn't look all that sure either. I could see her trembling even as tight as she was bound to the box frame. But she made no protest as Barry approached with the first of the heated rods and began teasing her with it.

The rod was red hot as he brought it to her just under her heaving titties and held it there long enough for her to feel the heat and try to pull away. Of course she couldn't pull away. And of course he was just teasing. At least for a while.

Again and again he'd bring a hot rod close to her. Again and again she would try to evade it. Her breathing was labored, coming in short gasps that made her shake within the framework. Time and again he brought them close and pulled them away. It was some time until I realized that he was talking to her, too.

Taunting words. Words calling her a chicken when she flinched. But there was no real sarcasm in his voice. It was more like a game they played. All knew that when he wanted all he had to do was touch her skin with the rod. But he didn't. He brought it close to her tits. Her opened pussy. Her muscle tight hips. It was as if he was waiting for something.

And when Carol finally screamed, "Dammmnniitt… ahhh do it will you," that the first one actually touched her. Dead center on her hard left nipple.

She screamed, but not for long.

It had been a tap. Not enough to burn, or even to scorch. It was the actual touching that made her scream, not pain. And she had the nerve to tell him so. In response to that comment, Barry smiled and exchanged cooling rod for a hot one and came back.

I KNEW, just as Carol did, that this was it. This would be the one to burn her.

Eyes wide, both mine and hers, we watched Barry bring the rod to her right nipple and press. Using just the very end he pressed her nipple into itself, pushing it into her breast as her screams made my ears hurt with the intensity of her agony.

I watched seconds pass. Take it away, I begged silently. It's too much. Can't you see her pain?

But as I was thinking that Jason whispered in my ear. "If he pulls away too soon it will pull her skin off. He's not being cruel, Kate, he's being considerate. Just relax. That's it. Take a deep breath."

I hadn't thought about that. Of course Jason was right. I knew he was but it did seem like an eternity before Barry withdrew the rod from her nipple. The instant he did, he dropped the rod, reached into a bucket I hadn't noticed on the floor, grabbed something out of it and pressed his hand to Carol's blistered nipple.

With his hand wrapped around Carol's tit I couldn't see what he was holding so I asked Jason, who informed me that it was ice.

Jesus!

Fire and ice! What Carol's body must be feeling!

Her screams had faded to a mournful moan as her body shook in the framework that supported her. It did support her, she was hanging from her wrists as Barry continued to sooth away the heat he had just applied. I could tell they were talking, but couldn't hear the words.

Thus I was surprised as hell when again Barry reached for another rod and placed it against her flared ass cheek as Carol again was screaming. I was sure that I was not ready for that kind of pain. Hell, I screamed when I burnt myself on the oven.

Milder heat, maybe. But not Barry style.

I reconfirmed that opinion when he burnt her other ass cheek. Then the top of her slot. I could smell her hair burning with that one and knew that as far as accepting hot went, Carol far surpassed me in that category. Heated items, sure. But not red hot ones. I could definitely see why it had taken Barry a long, long time to convince Carol to submit to it. I didn't think I ever would.