Part 4: Suffering
Joan kisses my forehead and smiles at me. "Do you love me so much that you want to suffer for me?" She asks.
"Yes miss". I reply softly.
"Good, come back tomorrow then and prove it to me", my mistress replies.
We cuddle a bit more and then I receive the key for the metal box. Joan stays on the coach as I take the box to the cold hallway. I unlock the box and get dressed. I do not want to go home but dare not go back inside. So with a sad but also satisfied feeling I cycle home. Back home in the bathroom I admire the red marks on my back, behind and upper legs. My hand wanders down to between my legs and I quickly rub myself to another climax. With trembling legs I stand in the shower thinking back to my adventure. I can hardly believe this happened to me. Tired of the thrill of this evening I fall asleep quickly. The next day at school I am distracted and unfocussed. I can hardly wait for the evening to meet Joan again.
In the evening I cycle to Joan’s place again. The metal box is placed in front of the doorstep, but this time no note. I undress and put my things in the box again and lock it. Then I ring the doorbell. Shivering with anticipation I hear Joan approaching. Silent she allows me inside and beckons me to walk to the living room while she walks behind me.
As soon as we enter the living room I am manhandled to the floor and my arms are pulled behind me. "Do not resist!" Joan says with a sharp tone.
I obey and hold my body limb. My elbows are pulled together and tied tightly but skilfully together. Then I am pulled back to my feet and another rope is put around my waist tied off and then pulled between my legs back up again. The rope is pulled very tight and my pussy starts to hurt. Also my arms and shoulders start to hurt. But I want to suffer for Joan and do not complain. Further and further I am tied up. When my wrist, knees and ankles are also tightly tied Joan gently lowers me to the ground and turns me on my stomach. Then the real ordeal begins!
My ankles are pulled severely towards my elbows in such a way that my whole body is arched. Then a rope is tied around my head in front of my eyes and my head is pulled back and tied off at my feet. Everything hurts now and I moan constantly. My back, shoulders, neck, crotch and arms. They all hurt and burn tremendously. To make matters worse I am pulled on my side and then something terrible is attached to my nipples and they start to hurt so bad that I forget the rest of my discomfort. I am in real pain and discomfort know and almost in panic. I fight against the ropes and make it hurt even more.
Then Joan’s cool hand touches my shoulder. She whispers in my ear: "Don’t fight the ropes, surrender yourself to me and the ropes and focus on your breathing". Then she stands up and I hear her walk away. I try to lay still and keep my breathing slow and low. It helps. I seem to be able to stand the pain better and enter in some sort of trance slowly. I hear myself moan softly in pace with my breathing.
After a long time I feel Joan’s hand on my shoulder again. She whispers in my ear how proud she is of me while she gently strokes my breasts. Then I strain against the ropes and scream in agony when the things are removed from my nipples. My nipples burn terribly and I start to cry. Joan quickly kisses and licks my burning nipples and this helps. I relax again but am now very aware of numbness and pain all over my body.
Joan rolls me on my stomach and releases the ropes holding my feet tied to my elbows and my head is also released. Next is the terrible rope torturing my elbows. I stretch myself out thankfully and roll on my side to look at Joan. She sits next to me naked now. Wow is she beautiful! Her breast are large and firm. Her stomach is tight and she has broad hips and firm strong legs. Silently I admire my beautiful mistress. Joan notices my staring. She tilts her heads and naughtily smiles at me. "Do you like what you see Susan?" She says with a laugh.
I blush but admit to her how beautiful and sexy she is. My torment is forgotten and the ropes that hold me know are bearable but tight enough. Except the rope on my pussy that is killing me and making me horny at the same time. I crawl towards Joan and start licking her toes and feet. I hear her moan softly and see how she relaxes on the floor. I continue licking her feet and enjoy how I can make her tremble and make little sounds.
With difficulty I work my way up towards her legs until I reach her pussy which is already nice and wet. She tastes good and eagerly I lick and suck her. But not too eager I think and I control her orgasm and keep her at the brink of coming. Finally she bursts out in an orgasm after which she pushes my head away and collapses at the ground. Her feet stroke my body softly and I enjoy this attention.
After a while Joan get’s up and rolls me on my side and unties my crotchrope. She walks away elegantly and I admire her wiggling firm behind. She returns with a vibrator and some kind of ball with leather straps. I am pulled in a tight hogtie again and the ball is shoved deep into my mouth and secured by the leather strap in my neck. Then the vibrator is shoved between my legs and turned on. I cry in my gag as I notice how horny I am and how sensitive my clit is.
"Enjoy!" Joan says as she walks away….
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24.04.14
story continues in Horse Riding Discipline 5: Public embarrassment
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