“Here come the beads,” announced the client.
Withdrawing her hand, she applied more lubricant to the first orb. A moment later, it pressed to the puckered bud of her anus and started to increase in impetus.
“Take it, girl! Let it in!” she said forcefully.
Feeling her rear being opened more than it had ever been before, Samantha’s respiration quickened. Her pulse accelerated with concern as pangs of pain started to enter the stretched opening. It was too big. She could not take it. Nevertheless, there was no way to inform the woman or to stop the process.
“Almost there, that’s it,” said the woman while jiggling the sphere a little, as though she were trying to loosen the stubborn flesh.
Unable to keep her body under control, Samantha tried to clench, to spit it out before it gained entry. A sudden shove hauled her open and her sphincter cleared the widest part of the bead. The feel of the sphere gliding into her and her rear closing to chew on the slender string made her jerk upright and scream onto her gag. The insane sensation of ecstasy and distress was crippling. The involuntary clench sucked the orb deeper, pulling at the string and quickly towing the second toward her opening.
“There we are. That’s number one. Now for the next,” smirked the woman. Patting Samantha’s shivering rear, she then randomly pinched one of her more vibrant welts.
Samantha gave a drastic twitch as she felt another bead being applied. The sphere was laid to her rear then slowly worked in. This one was easier to endure because her muscular ring was a little more accustomed to the toys.
“Come on, girl. There’s plenty more after this so you’d best hurry up and swallow it,” ordered the woman.
The orb vanished into her, slithering in, distinct in her tracts as it nuzzled up against the previous intruder. The rest of the string was lethargically applied and Samantha quaked and convulsed with every entry. Each one was gently forced in to relentlessly increase the overall feeling of being swollen from within. The gathered convoy hung in her rear and was then pressed more tightly together by the addition of the final bead.
“There, all done. Now you keep those in or I’ll give you a real taste of the crop,” warned the woman.
Samantha moaned in private despair. The need to regurgitate the trespassers was a pressing one that she could barely resist. The feel of them in her body was severely disturbing.
She could not cope with all these alien sensations. She had to try and get rid of at least some of them, yet to do so would earn her the crop. Even after the few strokes she had endured, she had no wish to purchase more with something as futile as disobedience.
The woman left the rest of the string dangling between Samantha’s legs and migrated back around to her front. Samantha took the opportunity and closed her legs by shuffling her knees together. Every clench of her rear distinctly revealed the emerging string and the spheres that were lined up in her anus.
“I think you deserve a treat for that,” offered the client.
Taking up the wand, she again stirred its summit into raging life. Samantha instantly set her thighs apart. She was eager to feel the delightful power of the implement and have it soothe her troubles away on exquisite sensual tremors.
The woman grinned and gently applied it to Samantha’s crotch. The humming implement caused Samantha’s head to loll back and her eyes drifted shut as she devoured the scent of her oppressor. A wanton howl resonated in her throat, emerging around the gag and into the mask as she felt lips brush her nipples and start to suckle on them. A flicking tongue made the teats swell and stand up to proffer themselves for the oral attention. The client moved from breast-to-breast, continuing the use of the wand as Samantha’s rectum gripped to the orbs with convulsive fits.
A hand took up the hanging strand and began to tow at it. The last of the inserted orbs moved toward her sphincter then started to open it.
“Don’t you dare let this out,” muttered the woman as Samantha groaned and shuddered.
The emerging sphere stretched her freshly recovered opening and promised to pop free at any moment. The woman then let go and caused it to slide back in and re-join its brethren. To ensure that Samantha did this, as she let go she nipped at a nipple. Her chewing attack caused an involuntary flex and the orb was gulped in. Every bead moved deeper than before and magnified the effects of the retreat. Samantha arched upward with a squeaking cry of excitement.
“Mmmm, such a tender little thing,” certified the woman. The wand dropped aside to deprive Samantha of the pleasure and to greatly frustrate her.
Samantha’s disappointment evaporated as she felt the woman kissing a path down her bared torso. The client’s hand pulled down the thong and left it stretched across her thighs where it stayed caught on the rope bonds responsible for keeping Samantha on her knees.
A warm breath wafted through her pubic hair and then a tongue poured into her pussy. Samantha jolted from the shock of how delightful the deed had proven.
The woman began to throw the full length of her organ into Samantha and then alternately laid the flat of her tongue to her clit whereupon she started to rub the appendage upon it in the most exquisite manner. Samantha felt herself melting in her bonds. The tempest of pleasure was stronger than anything she had ever previously felt. She feasted on the intimate perfume of the client and dreamed of reciprocating this glorious oral attention so that she might taste directly of the source.
The string of the beads was grabbed and again the woman teased her by drawing an orb almost to the point of popping free. The client then let go just as she suckled more ferociously on Samantha’s clitoris. The clenching response forced Samantha to gobble up the ball with alacrity. The feel of it rushing back into her was exhilarating and the additional attention to her clit churned her thoughts with rapture.
Several times, Samantha leant her muscles to the orb as it hung on the verge of exit and successfully spat it out with a strain. Each time that she managed this feat, the woman merely gave a mild tut then thrust it back into her. The shocking entry was a succulent delight that was always followed with a few licks of the crop. The shocks of pain were just as severe but now Samantha had unearthed a dark hunger for them. She wanted to feel herself being punished, disciplined for her lack of obedience to the will of this sultry woman.
The session was incredibly vexing because the lapping kisses of the woman were a delight that could bring her to climax if only she would continue and cease chastising her. However, that was the nature of the game. Each time she was punished and the teasing was paused, it made her lust withdraw. It kept her at a fervid peak of prurient obsession that the woman took great delight in simultaneously denying and fanning.
“I think we need to apply some other little toys to this soft skin.” She grinned while trailing her hand down Samantha’s naked and captive body.
Moving away, her tormentor again applied the wand. The shivering head made Samantha shudder as the spare hand of the client rummaged beneath the pillows and brought out a small tackle box. Flipping open the lid, she produced a metal clothespin. The heavy jaws clicked in her grasp as she brought them toward Samantha’s breasts. The cold maw snapped shut on her roused nipple, crushing it in a sternly sprung hold that wrung savage sensations from the morsel. Samantha gurgled and shook her assets, trying to throw it off as the pulsating gnaw grew in potency.
“Soooo sensitive,” said the woman with a torrid tone. Flicking the peg, she began to turn it left and right to increase its effects on Samantha’s poor captive nipple.
“I think you need another one, don’t you?” she mused.
Trying to plead for mercy, Samantha continued her dance as another peg started to home in on her other breast. The woman followed the swinging flesh for a few moments then dropped the wand and grabbed the evasive mound. With a nipple peeking through her splayed fingers, the target was swallowed up by the peg and compressed.
The soft anguish was eased as the wand was retrie
ved and pressed to Samantha’s wet loins. Another steel mouth gathered up a pinch of her inner thigh and crushed it. Samantha wailed and shook. The peg danced and tugged rhythmically with her motions so that her own responses served to make it even more noticeable.
Another one was set to the opposite thigh and effectively prevented her from closing her legs. If she tried, the act would make the pegs pivot and yank excruciatingly at her trapped skin.
The client still seemed unsatisfied with the current number of implements and started to add more. She slowly applied additional pegs and designed a queue of baleful metal jaws that hung from Samantha’s thighs. The acts were made all the worse because the wand was soon set aside, leaving her without its soothing rapture.
The woman was swiftly pulling at the cord again and bringing the orbs to the point of flight. She then applied a peg to the surface of Samantha’s breast and exploited the instinctive clench to have them gallop back into her warm and inviting rear.
Samantha quivered from the travail and fought to get them off. Her legs were helpless to assist and her hands could only impotently claw at the shackles as the gag destroyed her words of begging.
Seven pegs were lined down each inner surface of thigh and a circle of eight more was arranged around each breast with one peg squeezing the summits. The woman paused and assessed the patterns before halting. Another peg was poised in one hand and Samantha stared at it and tried to predict where it might be destined to go.
“I think that will do for the moment,” she commented and brushed the back of her hand along the metal devices. They chimed against each other and the motion magnified the anguish they were pitilessly imparting.
“Does that feel good?” asked the client then repeated the act to watch Samantha shiver with duress. “Do you want the wand? Would that make you feel better?”
Lifting the massaging tool, the client switched it on so that Samantha could see it hum with pleasing activity. Bobbing her head drastically up and down, she found that tears were in her eyes. Samantha desperately required its companionship to ease her situation.
“You can have it if you endure a few more pegs,” she promised then traced the cool point of the peg along Samantha’s pussy. “And only if you take them here,” she warned.
Samantha choked and wept with despair because she needed the wand so much. The pleasure it gave her had seduced her completely and made her a hopeless addict of its ministrations. Nevertheless, she would have to endure even more discomfort than she was currently experiencing in order to gain it. There was nothing she could do. She had to have it and her head danced up and down with morose pleading.
“You’re sure?” asked the woman and successfully coaxed Samantha into affirming her request even as the peg continued to slide up and down her lips. “As my little one wishes...”
Samantha jerked violently as a peg captured her pussy and pinched her shut. The infernal toy squeezed the sensitive flesh and made her loins course with heat and resentment.
“A few more and you can have your reward,” confirmed the client. She then added another of the devilish implements and then another. The single line of clothespins along her pudenda squeezed her shut and added immeasurably to her harrowing ordeal.
“There, I think that’s enough... for now at least,” she pronounced.
Again, the client brushed her hand down the freshly established queue to visit more suffering on the sealed orifice.
“Ready for your treat?” she inquired, and swung the wand like a pendulum before Samantha’s tortured pussy.
Frantic nodding had the toy apply its succulent head to Samantha’s sex and pour the generous vibrations through her flesh. The pegs jiggled, but the pleasure it imparted more than made up for the token increase of suffering.
“There. Oh, you like that, don’t you?” crooned the woman.
She started to rock the toy against her with small pushes, bolstering the effects and rapidly bringing Samantha toward climax. She drew closer and closer, and her breathing formed into chaotic pants. The blend of pain and pleasure was a terribly addictive force that overwhelmed and devoured with alacrity.
“No, not yet. You have to earn your relief,” announced the client with a diabolic smirk.
Taking the wand away from her subject, she watched with glee as Samantha loitered on the verge of orgasm. Breaking into paroxysms, Samantha shook her pegs and cried out onto her gag. She was frantic for the last touches of the device that would bring her the fulfilment she so desperately craved. Waving her hindquarters, she tried to access the wand as it hung just out of her reach.
“Oh no you don’t. Not quite yet. I haven’t finished with you yet, girl,” teased the woman.
She held the wand up before Samantha’s beseeching eyes and with an exaggerated flick, she switched it off. The woman gave a malignant laugh as Samantha moaned with disappointment. Setting it aside, she took hold of the string and one of the thigh pegs.
The metal toys had banished everything from within their stringent holds save a deep reverberating throb. The arctic chill and the cramping influence of their presence haunted the acquired pinches of skin and promised far worse when they were finally removed.
The string drew an orb to the point of escape and as the woman let go she dually set a peg loose. Feeling rushed back into the afflicted spot like a flash flood. Samantha gave a high-pitched screech when sensation re-inhabited the brutalised tissues. The spasm of reply made the orb shoot back into her like a tiny cannonball and Samantha lurched against her bonds.
Each of the pegs on her thighs was treated in an identical fashion and the anal bead was used to corrupt the event. The strange, almost sensual feeling of it lancing back into her anus confused her as to how she should regard this treatment. It was so harsh, but it also felt eerily good.
With the flock of thigh pegs removed, those encompassing her breasts were employed to drag her through the same bizarre experience. Those on her nipples were ignored and Samantha felt those at her sex being touched. She quivered with worry.
When these pegs began to depart, she found new levels of enthusiasm to cavort for the woman’s amusement. The far more tender regions of flesh erupted with a degree of mayhem that made those on her thighs and breasts pale by comparison.
Samantha was dizzy and delirious when the last one was removed. Her senses recovered slightly as the wand was applied to ease her resentment. Instantly the severity of the ordeal vanished and she sank onto the toy. The straits of mayhem the client inflicted became a sudden warm thrill of a memory as she was teased.
Once more, she was gradually escorted toward orgasm and the woman continued to alternate her pleasures. Sometimes she left the wand in place to thrum and fill Samantha with puissant ecstasy, and at other times, she removed it and applied her mouth to use the steady precise kisses of her tongue to craft Samantha’s joy. At all times, she continued to abuse Samantha’s anus with the beads.
Her nipples throbbed, her back ached from the position she had been forcedly set in, lines of sweat ran down her trapped anatomy, and her gratification continued to grow.
Snorting through the panties, her face flushed and dripping with sweat, tears, and dribble, Samantha could not process the level of arousal she was experiencing. It was almost too much to sustain without passing out, yet she yearned to acquire the final chapter that was climax.
Samantha’s lust was eating through her insides like fire and the licentious craving was emphasised by the view she was permitted. The restricted glance had the woman’s elegant rear wiggling in the air, the smooth black latex stretched across her inviting curves as her face nuzzled between Samantha’s thighs. Then when she sat up, the image of her rubber-bound breasts and inviting lips cursed Samantha as her bound hands itched to wander upon the alluring physique and were in turn tortured by denial.
“I can see that you’re close. A few more seconds and you’ll come for sure. Would you like that? Do you want me to let you achie
ve orgasm?” offered the woman with a seductive titter. She then licked her lips to reveal her agile tongue.
Samantha sobbed her pleas as best she could. She was praying to experience the most meteoric release she could have ever dreamed of while also fearing its effect on her. She was at the limits of her sanity from the torrent of ecstasy. An orgasm in this tenuous state might well shred it.
“But no, not yet. We have so much time left. It’d be a waste to just let you rashly end. You have to be patient,” she stated firmly.
Samantha howled in despair as the wand came away and starved her heated loins. She was losing her mind from the ferocity of her frustration. Orgasm was a rare enough treat in her trade as it was. The males who entered her life and body often succumbed to their own release long before she could hope to mirror it. The emotional built up to the night’s trawling for a female physique brought their libido to the boil and they would usually finish after mere moments. Now she was being brought dangerously close time and time again and was being deprived. The woman’s actions were making her insane with sexual famine. Each denial made her thirst for it all the more. It was becoming more maddening than she could stand.
“Let’s see... I think some creative rope work might be in order here,” she pondered.
Leaning over and under the bed, the client grabbed a length of slender rope and straightened Samantha’s thong back into place. Looping the slender coils over her hips, the woman rapidly started to forge a strange plexus of rope. Weaving it about Samantha’s loins, she constantly tightened it and a harness of rope began to appear. The feel of the weave as it slithered on her skin and started to gradually increase in ferocity was a wonderfully erotic experience.
Samantha then realised that the woman was tying the wand to her by means of this intricate crotch rope. Her skill at working in this medium was clearly unsurpassed and the smooth plastic head was soon securely pulled to her raging clit.
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