She bought a new toy from the pet store

 One day, my slave came home with a huge dog collar--something that could only be for a mastiff or St. Bernard.  It looks like a leather paddle with a leash that ends in a belt buckle.  Kind of strange, but as an implement to use on her ass, it looked promising.  

Last weekend, on Saturday, I didn't feel good in the  morning.  I didn't think we'd get any play in, honestly, but by around noon, I was feeling better. I told her to follow me into the bedroom.  

Once she washed herself, I had her get implements, being  sure she included that huge dog collar. She put on red and black lingerie with no panties.  As she crawled over to me on the bed, I played with her tits for a little bit, then I said, "Bring me that pussy."

She laid over me, bringing the pussy into reach.  I grabbed hold of her hair.  "What are you?"

"Your dirty fucking slut."

"Are you  plaything, whore?"

"Yes."

I grabbed hold of the dog collar and used the portion with the holes as a paddle.  "That stings," she gasped.  

"Good.  You ready for a beating, little slut?"

"Yes, Master.  Thank you, Master."

I began slapping her ass with it, 3-5 hits on each ass cheek, then alternating, again and again.  She moaned  in pain.  "You like that, whore?"

"Yes."

"Let's see how much you like it," I said, then slid a finger into her wet slit, sliding from her hole to her clit, using her own juices to lubricate it as I rubbed it.  She began gyrating a little and her breathing quickened as a rubbed rapidly.  She loves it when I'm rough with it.  

After several minutes, she pleaded, "Can I cum, Master?  Please can I cum"

"Beg me!"

"Please may I cum?  Please please please oh please..."

"No," I said, then grabbed hold of her vulva and pinched.  

"Oooooh..owww."

"Do you like it when I abuse your pussy?"

"Yes."

"Do you love it?" I said, as I pulled on her flesh.

"Yes!"

"Say it!"

"I love it when you abuse my pussy.   Thank you, Master."

I began to punch it.  She loves it when I punch her pussy.  Her wetness grew.  I could hear it squelching every time my fist connected with it.  I started playing with her slit.  "Can you hear how wet you are?"

"Yes.."

"That's my dirty fucking slut," I said. "That's my little fucktoy."

I went back to slapping her ass with part of the dog collar.  Her ass was getting very red.  She was reacting to the pain even more.  

After several fresh hits with this new implement, I went back to playing with her clit.  After a bit, she begged, "Can I cum, Master?  Please can I cum?  Please!"

"No."  I went back to abusing her pussy, pinching, pulling, hitting...then I slid four fingers into her pussy and fucked it.  She gushed a bit.  She was really enjoying this treatment, and the fact that she was getting sore helped.  She loved having her sore pussy penetrated.

I went back to playing with her clit.  It wasn't long before she said again, "May I cum?"

"Beg me, whore!" 

"Please, Master, may I cum?  Please!  Pleeeease oh please..."

"Cum for me, you fucking slut."

Her orgasm was intense.  I kept rubbing that clit.  I wasn't stopping at one orgasm.  She asked again, "Can I cum?"

"Cum for me."

She came again, her wetness flowing from her pussy.  "Master, I'm weak," she said,  Her safe word.  Unusual for her to stop after two, but it took a lot out of her after the edging, plus she had been tired all morning.  

"I want to see how this thing does when I use the length of it," I growled,  holding it out to her.  "Are you ready to try that?"

"Yes."  She got into position, ass toward me, head toward the center of the bed.  

I whipped her with the collar, connecting with a loud slap and her lovely, red ass.  "Ooooo, that stings!" 

"Stick that fucking pussy out."  

She adjusted so her vulva was fully visible.  I whipped her across that ass, and it connected with both cheeks and her pussy.  

"Oooowwww..."  She withdrew her pussy slightly. 

"Stick it out, whore."  She did.  I whipped her with it again.  And again.  And again.  I'm not sure how many times I hit her that way, but it wasn't many before she said, "Master, I'm weak."

"Are you ready to get fucked, little whore? "

"Yes, Master."  

I wrapped this implement around her neck and mounted her, shoving my hard cock into her wet cunt savagely.  "Oooo my pussy.  It huuuurts," she moaned.  

"You love it when it hurts, don't you, slut?"

"Yes."

"Tell me you love it."

"I love it when my fuck my sore pussy..."

I fucked her hard, using the implement to choke her.  She got wetter.  I smacked her head a few times.  She struggled, which turned me on even more and made me grow savage with my thrusts.  "Take it you fucking slut.  Take it!"  

I then pinned both of her arms above her head and slapped her head every few thrusts.  "You're just getting wetter, fucktoy.  You love that fucking violence, don't you?"

"Yeeessss" she cried.  

I kept fucking her , degrading her as I thrust, pulling her hair, smacking her, cutting off her breath with my hand over her mouth and nose, choking her with the dog collar.  Eventually, I said, "I'm going to cum."  With a final balls-slapping thrust, I shot my load inside of her.  

I rolled off of her and said, "I love you."

"I love you too," she said breathlessly.  I rubbed her tits other parts of her as I lay there with her.  

The next day, I was pretty horny early in the day.  I went back to the bathroom.  After I was done washing off, I texted her: "Come here."

She was on the phone and told me she had to say goodbye and she would be there.  I laid there on the bed, naked, waiting for her.  

She came in and sat down on the bed by my feet.

"Do you know why you're in here?" I asked.

"To serve you," she said quietly.

"That is great answer, and the correct one."

She began rubbing my cock, then grabbed it and began stroking.  I pushed her face down against my abdomen, cutting off her breath.  I let her up after a bit and pushed her down again.  And again.  And again.  She never stopped stroking.  I let her up and said, "I love that my pleasure takes priority over your need for oxygen, whore.  You're a good little slave."  I pushed her down again and cut off her breath.  

After the breath play, I asked her, "Do you want that cock in your mouth?"

"Yes, Master.  May I please suck your cock?"

"Of course you can pleasure my cock with your mouth, whore."  I guided her head down to my cock, holding her by the hair, pushing her all the way down my shaft with my hand on the back of her head.  After a bit, I draped my leg across her upper back and used it to thrust her down over and over.  She loves that.  She loves it when she struggles to breathe while going down on me.  

I came down her throat and let her up for air.  "I love you."

"I love you, too." 

We talked for awhile.  She said at one point, "I want to try that collar again.  It stung a lot, but I feel like I could get used to it."  

"Oh, we'll definitely use that again," I said with a grin. 

On safe words: can you just say "No?"

 The answer?  Of course you can, but because of the many ways members of the BDSM community play, it becomes necessary in many circumstances to use other words or even actions to stop play when someone is uncomfortable with what is happening in a scene.  

   Recently, my slave did a post on our Facebook page, asking what people used as safe words.  A person who claimed to have left the page (and I have no reason to doubt it) called most of the answers "toxic" and made clear that they did not understand the many nuances of BDSM.  Before this same person claims that I'm gaslighting here: they did not ask any questions or run through any hypotheticals that might make them draw less nefarious conclusions about the safe words used.  

    I did find it alarming that one person said that they didn't use safe words at all and did not want to stop play for any reason.  There can ALWAYS be a reason--I have had a medical reason to stop play, and believe me, that can happen to anybody.  

   But yes, "No" can be all you need, depending on the way you play.  But as my slave mentioned, her safe phrase is "Master, I'm weak."  The person thinking that it's a toxic thing to have her say probably thinks it's some sort of mind fuck, and I understand that perspective.  However, my partner is into humiliation; she finds this safe phrase absolutely hot.  She knows  she's not a weak person.  In fact, nearly every partner I  have chosen to be with was a strong, independent woman who was very selective about who dominated them, and often dominated other men and/or women.  The ones who were purely submissive sexually were also strong women.  Hey, I have a type.  I love a challenge.  

    Another reason "no" doesn't work for my slave is that she is into consensual non-consent.  "No" is part of that type of play.  "No, stop, please don't."  It's hot for her and for me.  

    Remember, this is all about consent.  No means no, but "no" can be different words if that's what we agree to use.  

    Previously, I mentioned actions.  We engaged in play where she's not going to be able to speak--breath play, tape gags, mouth fucking, etc.  She can't always say her safe phrase.  In our contract (and you do NOT need a contract; many submissives do like clearly defined rules, though, so it's something to consider), it says for her to tap three times OR make three noises in rapid succession: "Mmm mmm mmm."  Either way, I know to stop.  

     Also, remember that with experience, a good Dominant knows how to read expressions, listen for changes in breathing, and take all kinds of physical cues that let them know that a submissive is in distress.  After 28 years in the lifestyle, I have become very good at learning the subtleties--and overt signs, of course--that mean my partner is in distress.  However, nobody is perfect, and people get carried away.   Safe words are a must!

    People can use all different safe words.  It doesn't matter which words you use.  It does matter that you clearly agree on them and that play absolutely stops when they are uttered, or if the actions or noises you agreed to make are taken or uttered.  And play can stop for ANY REASON.  It doesn't matter what it is.  If you don't stop play, you are committing the crime of sexual assault.  

How can inflicting pain on a masochist be sadistic?

 She loves suffering.  

Even better: she loves suffering for me.  

I have written about sadism before (see “On Sadism”), where I talked about the importance of reactions.   That’s the point: she gives me genuine reactions to the suffering that get me aroused.  She gets off on pain, violence, degradation, and helplessness.  She doesn’t smile, giggle, or laugh at these things; she moans, cries out, winces, and tells me how much it hurts.   Her body language tells me that the things I am doing to her hurt.  They are all the kinds of reactions I look for in sadomasochistic play. Oh, and don’t forget the pain-like reactions that come from intense and multiple orgasms after edging.  

I can’t tell you how many times people have told me that masochists are terrible partners for sadists, because sadists aren’t supposed to inflict pain on people who like it.  I can tell you exactly how wrong they are.  If you’re inflicting pain without enthusiastic consent, you’re engaging in rape with a victim you’re coercing.  If you have enthusiastic consent from someone who wants to suffer for you and gives you all of those reactions you look for in a partner, you’ve having a health BDSM relationship.  

BDSM Play 24: The Dragon’s Kiss

 We had an evening planned on the premise that we would be home alone, but the stepson didn’t work till the next day, so we decided to have some quieter play one night, then loud play the next.  

What can we do that’s not loud?  Well, “loud” is relative.  There’s a huge difference between her vocal reactions and the connection of a whip to her flesh, or a paddle, or some other implement.  Those are much louder.  We can get away with a lot without the implements.  

“What are you?” I said.  

“Your dirty fucking slut.”

“Yes, you are,” I growled, then had her lay over me crossways, so I could grab her by the throat with one hand and play with her already-wet pussy with the other.  I grabbed it, pulled, moving her back and forth by it.  She loves that pussy abuse.  She began stroking my cock.  

I put my hand over her mouth and nose, cutting off her breath, then began stroking her clit.  She kept stroking my cock.  She’s good at pleasing me while she’s struggling to breathe.  I took my hand away from her mouth, let her have a breath or two, then put it back.  After a few times, she gasped, “May I cum, Master?”

“No,” I said, then grabbed her pussy again, abusing it.  After abusing it for awhile, I began rubbing her swollen clit again, and it wasn’t long before she said, “Can I cum?  Please may I cum?  Please?  Please?”

Again I said, “No.”. I wanted to edge her well.  I grabbed her pussy again and tugged on it, putting my other hand on her throat again.  “I want to eat that pussy.  Come here.”  I turned her so I could lift her onto my face and started sucking her clit into my mouth.  I sucked and licked that clit while I held held her ass so she couldn’t move.  It wasn’t long before she asked to cum again.  I said, “Cum for me, whore!”  

She came, struggling to move away from my mouth, but I kept at it, and she asked to cum again.  I let her. And again.  And again.  Eventually she said, “Master, I’m weak.”  Her safe phrase.  

I lifted her off of me and and placed her so her ass was facing the edge of the bed.  I shove four fingers into her wet slit and started fucking her hard with them, making sure I stroked her g-spot while I did.  Four fingers leave her sore.  I wanted her sore for when I fucked her, and, of course, so did she.  She fucking loves it when it hurts.  

She asked to cum again, and I allowed her to.  Then I took my fingers out of her pussy and shoved them into her mouth.  Then I got a roll of bondage tape and taped her mouth shut.  I laid her on her back, mounted her, then shoved my cock into that tender, sore hole.  Holy fuck, was she wet.  She moaned in pain and ecstasy as I fucked her faster and harder.  I put both hands around her throat, and she gushed.  That made me want to cum.  I kept my hands around her throat while I fucked her savagely, then I said, “I’m going to cum.  I’m fucking cumming, slut!”  I exploded inside her.  I removed my hands from her throat, still inside of her.  I unwrapped the bondage tape, then I rolled off of her.  Gave her aftercare.  We went out and watched a movie after that.  

The next night was “loud” night.  I had more toys I’d recently purchased that I wanted to try.  Three of them were floggers and one was a crop.  I had her assume the position and began using the first flogger.  It stung, but was pretty normal.  We had ones that were more harsh.  The second flogger was also adequate, but nothing special.  Both floggers reddened her ass pretty well.  

Then there was the crop.  It looked like a toy, really, but that toy really did the job.  It stung and it marked. I used it on her ass and her pussy—it was easy to hit her pussy with that end.  

Then came the Dragon’s Kiss.  It was a double-tail whip with flat ends.  I whipped her once and right away, I could tell this was different.  Two perfect marks in the shape of those flat ends appeared on her ass.  I hit her again.  Two more perfect marks.  Again.  “Master, I’m weak.”

It is fucking RARE for her to use her safe word on an implement that quickly.  The only other time was a rubber single tale that was really heavy.  She has broken paddles on her ass, for fucks sake.  Solid wooded paddles.  She’s tough.  But the Dragon’s Kiss was really harsh.  

I made her orgasm a few times before I brought out the magnetic balls.  She was already sore from the night before, so this was going to be…special.  I put the magnetic balls on either side of her clit, then I added another on each side, which caused them to pinch harder.  She was moaning repeatedly in pain while I positioned her so I could straddle her.  I felt how absolutely wet she was as I entered her.  I thrust hard to get the inevitable reaction.  She cried out.  “Oh, it hurts.  It hurts!  It hurts so much.” 

“‘It hurts’ is not your safe word,” I growled as I fucked her harder.  “You love it when it hurts, don’t you slut?”

“Yes!” she cried.

“Tell me you fucking love it.”

“I fucking love it!”

“Tell me you’re a filthy little pain whore.”

“Yes!  I’m a filthy little pain whore!”

“Tell me you’re my fuckdoll.”

“I’m your fuckdoll!”

I kept fucking her and making her say what I told her to say.  She got so wet and gushed more than once.  I could feel the rush of her wetness each time. 

I came inside of her, rolled off of her, then took the magnets off of her clit.  That’s a fun time.  It hurts like hell when they come off, and I love it.  Then, like the previous night, I gave her aftercare and spent more time with her after.  

BDSM Play 23: A little surprise

 Recently, I bought several items from http://consentiskeytoys.com/, which is my site, to try them and review them.  I thought I'd by some "beginner" items so I could reach a wider audience with the toys I reviewed.  

When I ordered the tiny 10" rubber flogger, I didn't think it would do much, and when it arrived and I showed my slave, we both laughed.  It honestly looks ridiculous if you think of it as something we'll actually use.  It looks like something you would use as BDSM décor or as a gag gift.  

But I wanted to give it a try so I could give it an honest review.  So my little slut got into her blue lingerie, looking really sexy, and assumed the position on all fours on the bed, displaying her lovely, rounded ass.  I I started whipping her, and she gasped, "It stings."  

This is a woman on whose ass I have broken canes and paddles, who has bought evil-looking floggers and other toys because they looked like they would be especially painful.  It doesn't have the impact of larger floggers we have, but it made her ass nice and red.  

I stopped whipping her and started rubbing the beaded handle on her clit.  The handle soon became coated in her wetness.  She asked, "Can I cum?  Please?"

"No."

I went back to whipping her ass.  

I play porn during our play.  It turns her on to hear another woman having things done that I would do or she would like to have done.  We don't need it, but she does seem to enjoy it, and I like to talk about it in her ear, degrading her and making her tell me how much it turns her on.  I had some women bound and being forced to orgasm with a wand.  

I whipped her for awhile, then used my finger on her clit.  I brought her to the brink again, and she begged to cum.  Once again, I denied her.  I abused her pussy for a bit, grabbing it, pulling it, pinching it.  Then I went back to her clit and fingered her till she begged again.  

"Can I cum, please, Master?  Please?  Please?  Oh, please?" 

"Cum for me, whore," I growled.  

She came, arching her back and pushing against me, her breath stopping for a bit, then she gasped and moaned.  I kept going, and she asked to cum again, and again.  And again.  

I told her to turn over on her back and spread her legs.  I whipped her pussy with the mini-flogger for awhile, then I fingered her again to orgasm, then another, then she said, "Master, I'm weak."

"But not weak for this, right?" I said, as I grabbed her pussy and pulled again.  

"No," she moaned."

"You love having her pussy abused, don't you, little slut?"

"Yes," she gasped. 

I abused the outside for awhile, then inserted my fingers into her wet hole, two at first, then three, then four.  Four makes her hurt and leaves her sore.  I fucked her pussy slowly at first, then harder.  She moaned and gasped, "It hurts."

"You love it when it hurts, don't you whore."  

"Yes, I love it when it hurts."

"Take it, slut," I said, and fucked her harder with my fingers.

"Are you going to fuck my sore pussy, Master?"

I tested her soreness, outside and in.  I pinched her pussy.  "Does that hurt?"  

"Yes," she moaned.

I slid my fingers in again.  "Are you sore inside?"

"Yes," she moaned again.  

"Good," I said.  "You're ready to get fucked."  But before I entered her, I took some red bondage tape and bound her arms together, then taped her mouth.  I pushed her hands over her head and entered her easily.  She was so wet, I just slid right into her.  She moaned in pain.  She was so sore.  Her muffled moans and cries turned me on even more, and I fucked her harder, faster, savage now.  I held her hands down with one hand and slapped her head with the other as I fucked her.  She gushed.  I kept fucking her hard.  I pinched her nose shut to cut off her breath, and she gushed again.  

Eventually, I said, "I'm gonna cum!" I came, continuing to fuck her as I did.  I stayed inside of her as I unwrapped her hands.  She slid the tape off of her mouth, and I rolled off of her.  

"I love you," I said.  

"I love you, too," She replied.  

We talked for a bit, then cleaned up.  

Giving her oral

Before we met, I told my toy that I was loved giving oral, mostly because of the reactions, especially after orgasm.  

She didn't tell me then, but she'd heard the "I  love eating pussy" line before, and she had never really had great oral.  Some guys were better than others, but none could really bring her to orgasm.  

I went on to tell her that some submissives told me that they felt having a guy give oral was a submissive act.  I disagree.  I feel like it's one way to control the pleasure.  It was part of my sexual artistry; I could tell through her body language and changes in breathing whether what I was doing was going to make her cum.  

On the night we met, after we made out and I spanked her, I took her clothes off, pulled her on top of me, got her to straddle my face, grabbed her by the nipples, and said, "Do you feel like you're in control right now?"

She gasped as I sucked her clit into my mouth.  I didn't keep track of the orgasms.  I would smack her ass now and then.  I edged her a few times to make the orgasms more intense.  Made her squirt. 

But as fun as this was for her, as we explored things that were new for her, she found more things that she enjoyed better than oral.  Asphyxiation play, giving me head while I pushed her down on my cock, violent sex (slapping her head, grabbing her by the hair, fucking her savagely, smacking her tits while we're fucking), punching her pussy/pussy torture...if we did a list, oral wouldn't be in the top ten of the things I do with her.  

And she says that I am by far the best at oral of anyone she's ever been with.  I love doing it from time to time.  I love when she straddles my face and lays over me.  The view of her shapely ass with her pussy right in my face is intoxicating, and I can beat her ass with my open hands while I eat her out.  

Anyway, she suggested that I tell people about technique, because while there were some guys she was with who gave some pleasure, most guys were simply bad at it.  So here are some suggestions

First, Sam Kinison was a comedian.  I can't believe people are still taking his advice.  Maybe they don't know the advice came from him.  At any rate, licking the alphabet is not the answer.  It might feel kind of good as long as you are able to find the clit (which isn't rocket science, guys!), but it's really not a technique.  It's a joke.  It was meant to be funny, not sage advice.  Stop doing that.  

Second, and more importantly, if you don't know where the clit is, it's about time you found out.  This is useful information for fingering, too, and again, it's not that damned difficult.  You will find her vaginal opening at the bottom of her vulva.  If you spread her apart and follow her pussy up, you will find the clit at the top.  If she's turned on, it will swell, and it will be easier to find (in most cases.  There are some exceptions, where the clit doesn't really stick out).  That's where you want to flick your tongue.  You aren't painting a fence here.  Put pressure on the clit with your tongue.  Flick it from side to side, up and down, lick around it, but always put pressure on it.  

Third...you know how you like your dick sucked, guys?  Women love having the same thing done to their clits.  Suck that clit in and work it up and down with your lips and flick it with your tongue at the same time.  Now, my toy likes some biting and other things that hurt.  That's not what every women wants.  You have to pay attention to her breathing and her body language, and, of course, her safe word.  If she withdraws consent, you stop.  You can ask her what is wrong, but don't be a dick.  Be genuinely curious and learn what she wants and what she doesn't.  

I have been with vanilla women and ones who were kinky as fuck, and I have always been good at oral.  I have never failed to make a woman orgasm from it.  They are all somewhat different, but if you put pressure on the clit when you flick it with your tongue and suck on that clit, you will get her to cum.  

Now with my toy in particular, I like to drape her clit over my bottom row of teeth and flick my tongue over her clit, nibble it some, bite it sometimes. I will tease her, biting her pussy and her thighs, then going back to her clit.   I like to build her up, edge her, make the orgasm as intense as possible.  Then, when she cums, I keep going and drive her wild.  I will make her orgasm till she uses her safe word.   

I'll give you two more bits of advice here

1. When you finger her, make sure  you get her wet with some dirty talk and exploring erogenous zones, or if she's like my toy and a masochist, some pleasurable pain.  Then, slide your finger into that wetness before you draw it out and use her own juices as lubricant.  Don't start dry.  A lubricated clit is a happy clit.  

2.  Find her g-spot.  Slide your finger inside of her, then use your finger in a beckoning gesture on the front wall of her vagina.  It feels like a tiny bump, but you'll know when you find it.  She'll definitely let you know with her body language and her breathings, and most likely moaning or gasping.  It feels different then rubbing her clit, and the orgasm is more intense from the g-spot.  

BDSM Play 22: The Spanking Bench

 If there’s any doubt about whether my slave consents to what we do, one must only look at the BDSM equipment she has purchased for us over the years we’ve been together.  She has purchased an evil-looking flogger, several paddles, a few belts, lingerie, restraints…

The most recent purchase she made was a spanking bench.  

It’s too big to be practical in the bedroom, so I set it up in my office.  My toy came in, stripped, and assumed the position on the bench.   I tied down her arms and legs.  Once restrained, her ass was up, her face was down, her pussy was showing, and she was ready to take hard punishment.  

Not that whipping her ass is punishment, really.  The day we met, she presented a belt to me with metal studs in it, and she absolutely loved that beating.  We still have that belt.  It was the first implement I used.  

I whipped her ass with the belt several times.  Her ass red, I stopped the beating to finger her clit, sliding a finger into her slit to lubricate it, then rapidly rubbing that clit until she asked me if she could cum.  

“Beg me, whore,” I growled. 

“Please, may I cum?  Please, please Master, may I come?  PLEASE…”.  The urgent pleading in her voice made me rock hard.  

“No.  I’m not ready for you to cum yet, slut.”  I picked up another implement.  This was the evil flogger she’d purchased some years ago.  I whipped one ass cheek, then the other, then back and forth, then a few times on one, a few on the other, some on the back of her thighs, some on her back, then giving attention to her increasingly red, shapely ass.  Goddamn, her ass is so fucking nice.  

I stopped again to work her clit.  She loves the way I finger her.  I took her to the brink again.  

“Please Master, may I cum?  PLEASE please please…”

“No.”

I rubbed her ass for a bit then I grabbed her pussy and tugged.  She loves pussy torture.  I smacked it, pulled on it, made her moan and cry out.  She loves to suffer for me.  She loves it when I get violent.  

“Are you my little fuck toy?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me.”

“I’m your little fuck toy.”

“Are you a dirty fucking slut?”

“Yes, I’m your dirty fucking slut.”

“You want your ass beat some more, little whore?”

“Yes.”

I picked up a rubber paddle. That fucking thing is brutal.  I beat her ass with it, and I could tell there would be bruising.  Still, she did not say her safe word.  It has been awhile since she had gotten a proper beating—we don’t have as much privacy as we used to—and she wanted it badly.  

I stopped after making her ass black and blue, picked up a heavy-duty massager, exposed her clit, and put the vibrating attachment against it.  I had the setting low at first, and she started breathing heavy and morning.  I turned up the setting, and she began struggling against the ropes, contorting her body, moaning harder…

“Can I cum please, Master?  Please, may I cum?  Please please please”

“Cum for me, whore.” 

Edging always makes her orgasms so intense, and this massager made it even more so.  Her back arched, she struggled to pull away and couldn’t, moaned, cried out, stopped breathing…and asked if she could cum again.  Then again.  Then again.  Then again…

Then she said, “Master, I’m weak.”

I stopped.  Untied her.  Asked, “Do you want my cock inside of you, slut?”

“Yes.”

So we walked to the bedroom.  I took out some magnetic balls that function as clips—they are strong magnets, and I have used them on her labia and her clit.  This time, I put them on her clit and started fucking her.  It hurt.  She loves it when it hurts.  She squirted.  Once, twice, three times, she squirted and I fucked her savagely.  

“Ooooh, it hurts.  Fuck it hurts.  Fuuuck…”

“You love it when it when it hurts, don’t you, slut? “

“Yes.”

“Say you fucking love it when it hurts.”

“I fucking love it when it hurts.”

“Fuck yeah, you do, you dirty fucking slut.”  I fucked her harder.  I cut off her breath.  Fucked her even harder.  Choked her.  Fucked her savagely  

“I’m going to cum, little whore.  I’m going to cum, fuck I’m going to cum…”  I came inside of her.  I rolled off of her, then pulled the metal balls off her clit.  They hurt more when they come off.  

I rubbed her tits while we laid there, talking.