I rush over to Maggs place after her last client leaves. It was hot in her flat. She was stripped down. I stripped to my shorts and tee shirt.
“So how are you tonight?” she asked to assess my mood. She clutched my cock and balls through the boxers. I hardened immediately.
“You know how I feel for you,” I said.
“Well,” she looked at my expression. My eyes were wide open. “Tell me how you feel!”
“I want you more than anything,” I said, “I’ll do whatever it takes to be yours”.
“Are you serious?” she asked.
“Yes, anything…” I said as my voice trembled. I feel as though I’m on a tightrope and about to fall if I look down. My fear of her is as great as my desire of her.
“I want you to strip and lay on the bed,” she said.
I followed her directions and laid on the rubber sheet. It was already damp from her last client. I could smell his cum.
She tied my hands and feet to the corners of the bed. She picked up a quirt and began whipping my thighs. I flinched and turned to my side.
“Can’t take a little pain?” she said.
“I’m just not ready”, I answered. I’m never ready to endure pain inflicted by her because she never lets up. I would use my safeword, but I’m afraid she’ll reject me.
“You’re such a baby!” she said. “I know you’re holding back on me, but you won’t use your safeword. Tonight I want you to experience more pain than usual. I’ll take our time and you can use the safeword if you have to.”
She continued. The pain of each lash landing over the same area became excruciating. I opened my mouth and was about to scream.
“Shall I stop?” she asked, “or do you want me to gag you?”
I glanced at her expression of near- disappointment. “No,” I whispered, “please continue.”
“Good boy,” she said and raised the double-tipped strap higher and smacked my chest harder. I endured the intense whipping as much as I could but the feeling of fear and nausea was about to overtake me.
“I want you to say that you want to suffer for me,” she said.
She found some narrow cord and clothes pins and applied them to my chest to my cock, stringing each one to the cord.
“I want to suffer as much as I can for you,” I said.
“No that isn’t what I told you to say,” she said, “now say it the way I told you!”
“I want to suffer for you,” I whispered through my dry mouth.
“I didn’t hear you,” she yelled. There was a fierce look in her expression like I had never seen before, that resembled a mad sadistic glare of cruelty. I became afraid of her like I had never been before. My cock was shooting up harder than it had ever been.
“I want to suffer for you,” I shouted, “I love the way you make me suffer when you have me this way.”
I saw a gleam in her eyes. She pulled each cord and the pins popped off my skin. The rush of blood to the pinched area was even more excruciating than anything I felt before. I must have passed out from the pain.
“Do you want some water?” I heard her voice as if from a distance. I snapped into consciousness. I felt incredible pain on every part of my body. Maggs must have sensed my panic.
“Yes, please,” I whispered.
She brought the bottle toward my mouth and tipped the water into it. The cold water splashed on my face. “I have to give my clients lots of water when it gets so hot these days.” She smiled at me. My skin was burning from the blows she gave me.
“I’ll make easier for you to drink.” She released my feet and propped my chest up with some pillows.
The water cooled my parched mouth and washed some of the spittle from the corners of my lips.
“You remember what you said,” she prompted, “about suffering for me?”
“Do you still feel that way?”
“I like it when you’re suffering that way,” she smiled, “if you want to stay with me there will be plenty more of this. Are you ok with that?”
“yes.” I felt as if I were making a commitment.
“Good,” she beamed, “maybe you’ll eventually come around to liking this?”
“I hope so,” I said.
Sex should be a perfect balance of pain and pleasure. Without that symmetry, sex becomes a routine rather than an indulgence – de Sade