Tales of Bondage and Submission: Award Winning Erotica

by Powerone

  "Oh, God!” she cried out again and bit her lip in pain. The sharp sudden pinch happened again, this time on the other side. A third equally painful pinch pricked the other side, “God! That hurts!” she screamed, tears soaked the blindfold as her pain increased. Her whole areola was a mass of conflicting pain and pleasure.

  Dr. Michaels slid his hands up between her widely spaced thighs, touched the vee of her legs, his fingertips stroked the flesh of her pussy lips. “You will notice how wet Joanna is,” he peeled back her pussy lips for all of the doctors to see the wetness of her pussy. “Her breasts might be in pain as you can hear from her cries, but her pussy is creaming very nicely. If I were to touch her clit now, I'm sure she would shudder in orgasm. But first we must finish with her breast manipulation. Dr. Stevens, will you continue?"

  Dr. Stevens used four more miniature clothespins to bring out gasps of pain from Joanna's lips each time one clamped onto the sensitive areola of her other breast. When he was finished, each nipple was surrounded by four clothespins that bit painfully into her tender flesh, her hard pink nipples protruded from between them; targets that would soon be visited.

  Both of her breasts now ached, squeezed between the twin bars compressing the flesh, the bite of whatever object they used to pinch her areolas turned into a gradually dull pain that radiated from them, but her nipples still sought relief, the sole point of contact that had been spared, even though that was what she most sought. They turned her body against her, made it seek out the pain in order to experience the pleasure. Dr. Michaels's hands continued the exploration of her spread legs, his fingertips wet; she knew it was with her juices, embarrassed that they could force her body to do such things. “Please, please touch my nipples,” she finally begged, wanting relief, not caring how desperate she sounded, knew that they could see how aroused they had forced her to become.

  "As you can hear, Joanna is now verbally seeking relief, similar to other subjects that have undergone these same treatments.” Dr. Michaels picked up two clothespins, not miniature ones like those that already graced her body, but thick, wooden clothespin with heavy metal springs. He smiled at the other doctors, “we wouldn't want to disappoint, Joanna. Dr. Stevens, would you help me?” and handed one of the cruel clothespins to him. He wanted her to feel both of her nipples clamped tight at one time.

  "Dr. Williams,” Michaels handed him the other, wanting to masturbate Joanna at the same time, wanting to make her cum under the pain. His fingers touched her pussy lips, her hips jumped from the unexpected touch; her gasp pleased him. Her body expected the touch on her nipples; his hands surprised her when they touched her naked pubes. He peeled back her lips, her juices coated her pink pussy, his fingers rubbed up and down, she gasped from the unexpected masturbation.

  "Oh, yesssss,” she moaned, the ache in her breasts forgotten, Dr. Michaels's masturbating fingers brought such pleasure between her legs. She almost forgot what she had asked them to do. That is, until she felt the intense pain as both of her nipples were trapped between what felt like a pair of pliers, the pressure so intense that she thought they would pop and she would bleed to death. Her ear piercing shrill filled the room, scaring Dr. Jameson, the pain shot to her brain as her delicate nipples were savagely crushed. She felt Dr. Michaels's finger on her clit as it peeled back the hood, exposed the swollen and inflamed bud to his touch, his fingers gripped tightly and pulled. She came like she had never cum before, sure that the leather seat beneath her drowned in her juices, her body shuddered, the devices attached to her breasts sent shooting pains into her flesh as she shook back and forth, igniting fresh bouts of pain. “More!” she cried, her orgasm drained her body, a new sharp burst of pain brought about as someone struck at all of the devices on her breasts, pinched tighter as they were slapped back and forth. The worst were the ones that pinched her nipples unmercifully, the blood-engorged tips clamped so tight. She came again, Dr. Michaels's fingers so masterfully masturbated her to multiple orgasms, the right amount of pleasure mixed with the pain they inflicted on her body. She shuddered one last time, her body slumped in the chair, her breasts ached, fingers still lingered on her sex.

  "Give her a minute,” Dr. Michaels spoke to the others, not wanting to remove the clothespins yet. She wasn't prepared for what was to happen; Dr. Michaels wanted it to be a surprise. His hands returned to her pussy, fingers rubbed up and down her drenched slit, enjoyed the movement of her hips. She might have already cum, but her body was still aroused, the darkness of the unknown kept her on edge. His fingers went to her clit again; she tried to move away at first, her clit sensitive to touch after her orgasms. But he persevered, his fingers slapped back and forth over the tip until her legs relaxed again, unable to stop him, they gave up trying.

  His fingers continued to masturbate her, her body still on edge. She heard the command, but didn't understand.

  "Now,” Dr. Michaels told the others.

  She screamed at the top of her voice as fingers fumbled with the devices on her breasts, especially the ones on her nipples. She thought it would stop the dull ache when they took them off; she looked forward to the relief from the pain. Instead, the blood rushed into the skin and ignited pain that was worse than when they were first pinched. The absolute worst were her nipples, as if someone tore them from her body. A sharp pinch to her clit, her body shuddered from the dual pain, her pussy cumming again. Her hands rushed to her breasts, unable to contain herself any longer, rubbing-especially her sensitive nipples-to extinguish the pain. She couldn't stop herself from cumming as Dr. Michaels's fingers extracted a final cum from her body. Slumped in the chair, Joanna was exhausted from the combination of pain and pleasure. They removed the bars that trapped her breast flesh between them, Joanna thankful that there appeared to be no physical damage as feeling returned to her breasts, the pain now a distant memory.

  "An excellent test, doctors. The tape should prove valuable in our research project,” Michaels didn't mention the fact that it would bring top dollar in the Japanese market for pain films involving young, blonde, American women. “Let us clean up Joanna so we can proceed to the pelvic examination.” Hands eagerly washed her body with warm water, paying close attention to her breasts and pussy.

  They stood in front of her again, her body fresh from the sponge bath they had given her, readied for the internal examination, all of them eager to spread her open and peek inside the most intimate parts of her body. “Now we need to get your legs in the stirrups, Joanna. Relax your muscles and let me guide you.” He grabbed one ankle, felt her leg already relaxed, multiple orgasms had drained her young body. He pulled her leg out to the side, all eyes on her pussy as it spread open, her leg pressed into the sleek troughs of metal, encased within from the middle of her thighs to the middle of her calves.

  "I need to secure your legs this time, Joanna; I wouldn't want you to get hurt with any sudden movement. Various instruments are going to be introduced into your vaginal and anal tracts; a sudden movement could cause tearing.” He tightened the straps on her legs; three of them secured each leg from calf to thigh.

  "Good girl, Joanna, now the other,” his hand grabbed her other leg and pulled it to the other side, lifted it up and deposited it in the other stirrup. “See how her sex spreads out from the split of her legs induced by the stirrups? Once she is secured, the stirrups can be manipulated in any direction by a simple push of this button. This will allow complete access to her vaginal and anal tracts for exploration.” He tightened the three straps on the other leg, Joanna now secured in the stirrups.

  She could envision their eyes on her spread sex, her legs already ached from the obscene spread, and knew that Dr. Michaels wouldn't be satisfied until she was fully open and humiliated in front of the other doctors. He seemed to take pleasure in forcing her into revealing and provocative positions, the most intimate parts of her body opened for their inspection. The difficult part was trying to understand why she allowed him to continue, why he so easily forced her to cum at h
is will. She felt the stirrups begin to vibrate then move outward, her legs forced to bow, her ass moved up higher as her legs progressively spread wider. The straps kept her legs securely in place, forced to follow the metal contraption that Dr. Michaels controlled with the remote, not knowing how far he intended to display her body for their inspection.

  "I am going to get Joanna in position for the pelvic. The chair she is in was specially designed and built for me. The large metal troughs allow the legs to be secured tightly, the remote used to move the stirrups in any direction.” He pushed the remote, the stirrups started to rise; Joanna's ass moved off the chair, as she was forced higher up. “Note how open her anus becomes, making the required rectal examination easier.” He pushed the remote again, her ass slowly lowered again, but this time as her legs moved outward, her pussy lips began to spread open. “With the wide expanse of her legs, it is almost unnecessary to spread her outer lips apart; they have a tendency to part by themselves."

  Joanna felt her legs spread wider and wider, feared that he would not stop soon enough, her crotch already ached, afraid that he would split her up the middle. “Please, it's starting to hurt,” she begged him. She felt his hands move up her inner thighs, up to the vee of her legs, fingers tested the tightness of her thigh muscles.

  "You can go wider, Joanna. We need you open very wide, the speculums are rather large so the wider your thighs are spread, the easier the insertion will be. You don't want it to hurt, do you, Joanna?"

  She could only shake her head, fearful of the speculums, having heard from some of her friends how full they made you feel, especially when opened inside you. They had told her that it was worse than being fucked by a large cock, the metal unyielding, not like the flesh of a cock.

  Dr. Michaels moved a bright light between her legs, a light that also concealed a tiny camera that would record all of the proceedings and give excellent footage of her vaginal and rectal exams. Michaels knew many Japanese men would masturbate at the sight of Joanna's exposed body. “The first thing to do is inspect the external genitals. Palpitate the mons veneris, looking for lumps or nodules.” His fingers touched her, felt the soft fleshy tissue. “This area has many nerve endings and can be very stimulating for the female when caressed. Joanna has a neatly trimmed bush. Girls with shaved pubis seem to get excited quicker, the nerve endings no longer hidden by the hair.” He pushed his fingers into her bush, the tips rubbed back and forth over her mound. “Visually inspect the labia. You will notice in Joanna that her labia minora is visible. You will find that a significant number of girls have a labia minor that project out. Sometimes the clitoris or clitoral hood is also visible as well, though not in Joanna's case."

  "The shape of the vulva in a woman is almost as varied as the mouth. You can see designs, shapes, patterns, and make associations with nature: a shell, a flower, a fig, an orchid, and yes, even those dangling wattles. There are styles; there is the Classical Cunt with symmetry, a Baroque style with complex folds and drapery, a Gothic Cunt with archways, and a Danish Modern with clean lines. Many women have vulva called Valentine Cunts. When you realize the heart design is the shape of a woman's genitals when her outer vaginal lips open, St. Valentine's Day suddenly has a new meaning.

  "In addition, the vulva is not symmetrical. The minor labia are not equally sized, one usually more pronounced than the other. This can be corrected with female pumping, the suctioning of the labia or by stretching. I will show you this later with Joanna. We have a very elaborate piece of equipment that can be used on all areas of the vulva, including clitoris pumping that increases the blood flow into the organ, makes it very sensitive to stimulation and produces some very interesting orgasms,” Dr. Michaels continued.

  The chair moved again, Dr. Michaels made her ass rise higher. “Check the perineum for redness or swelling,” his finger traced along the tiny patch of skin between her pudendal cleft and the anus. “Joanna has a trace of very fine hair here. I imagine she gets excited when touched there. The combination of the stimulation of the hair on the nerve endings has a way of exciting the flesh.” He appreciated the way her body jumped when he touched her there; her strapped legs prevented any significant movement. He lowered her ass to the chair again, but not before he spread her legs open a little more, a low throaty groan came from Joanna.

  "Joanna's labia majora are very fleshy. The spread of her legs has already separated them, her labia minora prominent. Separate them wider until the minora is clearly visible.” Michaels pulled them back wide, two fingers gripped each lip tighter than was necessary, stretched, and he was sweetly rewarded by another groan from Joanna. “Often it may be necessary to use clamps to keep them separate. We may decide to do that later in the examination. Inspect the labia minora carefully, running your fingers up and down. Joanna is well lubricated. I presume that she is sexually aroused by my fingers, creaming from my manual ministration of her sex.” He stroked up and down the silky inner lips, soaked in the wetness that his fingers provoked from her body, pleased at how easily she responded to masturbation. She had proven to be one of their best test subjects yet and would undoubtedly have the highest grossing video in Japan. Her cries of pleasure as she cums will be watched by thousands, mostly men with their hands pumping their cocks. Dr. Michaels could not hide his satisfied smile at the thought.

  "Now inspect the urethral meatus,” his finger brushed over the tiny opening, “the vaginal opening,” his fingers ran over the tight hole “and finally the clitoris.” He pushed down around the clitoral hood until her swollen clitoris was exposed. “You will have to be careful with Joanna's clitoris. She is highly aroused now and would probably have an orgasm if it was stroked.” He touched his finger to the red bud and her body jumped, another small moan escaped from her lips.

  "If you notice any swelling in the region of the Bartholin's glands, you will need to manually palpitate the area with your fingers. Joanna is fine, but I want to show you how to do it since she is so readily available. Put the index finger inside the vagina, the thumb outside the labia majora at an 8 o'clock position. Squeeze your fingers together to check for swelling. Repeat the procedure with the other side, the index finger outside the labia majora at the 4 o'clock position.” Michaels squeezed her flesh, his finger inside her vagina wet with her juices. “You may have to grip tighter in a case like Joanna's; her vagina is extremely wet and difficult to grip the skin tightly.” Seeing her lips clenched, he pinched the skin even more tightly.

  "Now each of you will have a turn at doing a pelvic exam on Joanna. Dr. Stevens, first,” Michaels watched as Dr. Stevens sat in front of her widely spaced thighs, her sex so readily available. Dr. Stevens's fingers eagerly touched her flesh a bit too harshly, Joanna jumped at the unexpected pain.

  Just when she thought it couldn't get any worse, Dr. Stevens had taken Dr. Michaels's place, his fingers less experienced and rougher, her body probed and stroked, her bound legs in the stirrups prevented her from protesting any of the rude handling of her body. She felt his breath on her pussy as his fingers exposed her vagina. The worst part was that her body still betrayed her, her juices aided the fingers entering her vagina, almost effortlessly, as her pussy lips were squeezed tightly, way too tight. Each of the other doctors took their turn with her body, fingers slid over her exposed clitoris, teased her, kept her sexually aroused with no relief. Finally they finished, her sex glistened with her juices, her body sexually charged, wanting relief, almost ready to beg to be masturbated again.

  "Now, we'll open up Joanna's vagina with the speculum. Make sure it is adequately lubricated, but in Joanna's case, I don't think that it is necessary,” all of the doctors laughed loudly as Joanna was humiliated. Michaels's fingers pulled back her pussy lips, exposed the tiny tight mouth of her vagina, the gleaming chrome speculum in his hand. Joanna would have cringed if she had been able to see it; a light coat of frost covered the metal. Michaels took it quickly from the freezer and began to insert it. Most doctors recommend that a speculum be used
at room temperature. Michaels loved the shocked look on their faces as the frigid metal was slowly inserted into their vaginal opening. Although their bodies quickly heated the metal, it was the first surprised look on their face, brought on by the shock of the cold metal that he enjoyed.

  "God, sooo cold,” she whimpered as her pussy shrunk from the icy touch, the metal speculum forced hard inside her, stretched her wider at the same time her body shrunk from the cold. It was instant pain, her body not meant to be forced open so wide. But the speculum was relentless, pushed slowly inside her, her own juices aided her degradation, yet again, as the cold, sterile object entered her vagina, unyielding, ruthlessly forced inside her. Even the wide expanse of her legs didn't help; her vagina just too tiny and tight, the pain of the awful stretch felt as if she was being ripped up the middle. “No more, too deep,” she cried, “it hurts,” her cries fell on deaf ears as the speculum continued to penetrate her vagina, her walls pushed wide to accept the rigid metal flanges that would soon spread open inside her. She feared that even more: the slow, painful stretch as it was screwed open.

  "Almost all the way in, Joanna, hold on a little bit longer.” He gave it one final push, a gasp from her lips as it was fully embedded inside her vagina. Her breathing was hard as she began to accept the inanimate object buried inside her. “Joanna was very tight so it was difficult the first time. You have to be firm with the patient. Sometimes a little pain may be necessary.” His finger reached up to her clit again, lightly tapped at it, Joanna gasped in pleasure. “In the case of Joanna, a gentle masturbation of her clitoris is all she needed to make her forget the speculum."