Chapter 3

Summer arrived with its heat, vacation and bikini time. And for a change, the meeting was going to be in the afternoon. Another difference was that I had been told about some of the possible activities, and even asked about my opinion on them. This would be the first and last time.

Wearing my bon-ton slightly '60s flavored dress with white heels and walking in broad daylight carrying the toy bag, while normal folks and families passed by, made me feel extremely self-conscious.

Again, it had been two months since our last encounter and since I've had any anal sex, clamps or any other kind of pain-play. I knew it was going to hurt a lot, and I knew that with the no visible-markings clause, the blunt of the pain would be delivered to my nipples and pinky bits. As instructed, I had packed the crop, some ginger, candles, clamps, the collar and few chains.

We met directly in the hotel's lobby and after a quick exchange of "Hi!" "Hi. You got a little tan." "Yes, Thanks." he told me to choose the room.

Once we walked in he ordered me to take my dress off but to keep the lingerie on as he wanted to enjoy it a bit (blue lace bra & thong set that set off my nicely tanned skin). He also ordered me to lay all the stuff on the bed, so I went to the task dressed in my lingerie aware of his gaze on me.

After hanging his clothes as well it was time to start. He put me on my knees and secured the leather collar around my neck.
"It has been too long. You'll have to make it up to me."
My first thought was that it was not fair as he was the one that had cancelled the previous time, but I knew better then express such a thought and I simply kept my head down.

Yanked by the collar I got tied to the St.Andrews' cross by my wrists and ankles, and the dreaded clamps showed up: the butterfly on my nipples and the other set on my pussy lips. Of course as it would not be enough to just let the pain be simply excruciating, he started yanking the chain holding them together and pulling them off like that: on and off, on and off, each time punctuated my cries.

To change the flavor of the suffering, he took the crop and started hitting my nipples and my breast and ... my clit. Getting the clit hit was the most painful pain I had ever felt!

Prompted by my screams he asked:
"How much is it on a scale from 1 to 10?"
"Nine, Sir." after a bit of thinking.
"Let's get to 10." And with that, he went back to work: clamps back on the nipples and on the pussy lips, chain pulled and crop swatted.
It did get very close to 10. Very. I didn't cry tears but I got to the silent screaming stage.

From time to time he would comment on how much he loved to make me suffer, how much he enjoyed it. That perhaps one day he should just torture me and leave me on the cross while he fucks someone else ... The words registered vaguely, creating in me, both an incentive to endure the pain and the fear of what would come.

He allowed me a little time to calm down and, after untying me from the cross, he moved me to the reclining bondage chair and bound me to it, leg spread open, by my wrists, ankles, thighs and tummy.

"Did the pain get to 10?"
"Very close, Sir."
"How close."
"If we got to ten, I would have used my safeword."
"When I ask questions, I want a direct answer. We will need to correct that." And with that I knew I gave the wrong answer. 

The chair somehow did not allow proper access to my ass, so after a couple more pinches to my nipples, I got untied and ordered on the bed where he went straight for it. I had forgotten how much it hurt and the pain took me by surprise and I just started screaming and trying to move away by sliding up the bed. He was not going to have any of it and with a stern "Open your legs!", he pulled me back down. 

It hurt so much.
Usually it would hurt and than there would be like a peak of burning hell and than a kind of pop and a turn to pleasant, but this time, it was just a screaming pain that lasted for a very long time. Eventually it started feeling bearable but at the same time it also felt uncomfortable and I feared I'd pee the bed, the last thing I wanted to happen. So between keeping my my muscles contracted and having my ass pounded, the ass fuck hurt all over again. He, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying my screams and cries. After what seemed like forever, satisfied, he sent me to clean up in the open-view bathroom.Back in the room, he was relaxing on the bed.
"It's good to see you, Sir" kneeling at his side.
"Do you like to see me and suffer when you feel you need to be punished?"
"No. It is not that, Sir."
"Explain."
"I don't understand it myself, Sir. If I think about it rationally, there are so many reasons why I should not be seeing you, starting from the very first one that I do not like pain. I'm not a masochist. So I tell myself that it would be very simple, just cancel or say no ... but that thought scares me even more..." 

"Good." My little speech met with his sardonic laugh."Ready for some wax?"

Once again I got tied to the reclining chair, leg spread. He was in a much more relaxed mood, and started talking excitingly about wax and wax play.
"I see you got proper BDSM candles. It should not be too painful then ..."
"Yes, I read about it ..." but I kept my cheeky remarks to myself.
I continued instead with what I knew about candles and wax play and suddenly he dripped the first drop straight on my already sore nipple. It felt as if I got stung by a bee! And I jerked suddenly leaning forward."You should avoid doing that. Burned hair is kind of hard to cover up." A smart-assed remark from him.So from then on I tried to make sure I would not jerk too much and he went on to drip hot wax on my nipples, on my hips, on my tummy, on my pussy lips and clit. Each drop hurt of a stinging pain but I also had to admit that I really liked the feeling of the wax cooling off and solidifying on my body.Done with the wax, the clamps came back on my already sore and hyper sensitive nipples, coupled with more cropping of my already swollen pinky bits. Finally down from the chair I got put to work on sucking him off.I do really enjoy sucking on cocks, but it is also true that left it to myself, my attention and focus and intensity kind of wander off without a plan nor a purpose, sometime stopping or slowing down at the worst possible moment. Sure enough I made that mistake and took a breathing break at the wrong time. Suddenly yanked up by my hair I got ordered on the bed while he got the crop."Spread your legs" and a new rain of hits felt on my pussy. Back to task I made sure not to loose focus and this time, sucking and deep throating (and gagging and slobbering) I made him cum.He sent me off to clean up again and then joined in to be washed himself, my favorite part."As you have noticed, I'm feeling nice today. Are you still up for the Golden Shower?"
"Would it please you, Sir?"
"I'm concerned about your reaction, as it is something new for you."
"I don't know either, Sir." it was very sweet of him to be so concerned.

"Ok. Let's do it this way." and he told me to stand and straddle the toilet bowl while he peed aiming on my tummy. 

Perhaps because washing him had already worn off some of the intensity of the play, perhaps because he showed so much concern, or for some other unknown reason, it felt ok, normal, intimate even. 

And it made me wonder how I would have took it if he had just ordered me on the floor and peed all over me, including my head and face, instead ...

Authors: rida

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