Uncontrollable Hunger

That sound again, the sound of leather on skin. A smart smack on her ass followed. Mistress continued to tease and abuse her backside across her shoulders, down her back, and across her ass and down the back of her legs. Mistress seemed to favor her tight ass the most though. Time stood still. It seamed never ending, the blows just kept on coming. Some soft just barely grazing her skin, others landed firm and hard, some quick and rapid, others slow and delayed. She could feel the heat radiating from her entire backside but most surprisingly her pussy was drenched and pulsating with excitement.

She was so lost in the moment she didn't even realize that she had been spun around once again facing the audience. Shock waves rolled through her body when she realized Mistress was using the riding crop to heat up her already drenched pussy by smacking her sensitive clit. She could feel the rough edge of the riding crop being drug lazily across her pussy. Then Mistress worked her inner thighs with quick smart slaps back and forth on her legs. Vibrations of pain and pleasure traveled up to her pussy and around to her ass.

She caught herself before a groan that was deep in her throat could escape for Mistress to hear. It was taking all she could to control her breathing and not cry out. She couldn't break. He would loose interest if he didn't believe that she could handle anything she was put through. Her tough steely nature had to shine through this session. She started running all of the possibilities through her head and was abruptly snapped back to reality when Mistress started smacking the clamps on her nipples.

Before she could catch herself a sharp cry of pain escaped her lips.

Mistress heard her and all she did was cluck her tongue and whisper in her ear, "And here you were doing so well. Let's see what you're really made of." Her breath caught in her throat her mind raced contemplating what Mistress could be planning. And yet her entire body was electrified at all of the possibilities. She could cum right now if only Mistress would let her. Mistress was no fool. She new exactly how close she was to cumming and that was the worst punishment of all.

She heard Mistress tell the audience that she had been bad and she must be punished again. She heard the audience catch its breath. A few people encouraged Mistress, letting her know they approved of her decision. She listened carefully to see if she could distinguish "his" voice. But no matter how hard she tried she couldn't hear it.

She felt the cold steel of the cage under her feet as she was lowered to the floor. Mistress asked if she had her footing and she obediently nodded yes, not making a sound. Her arms were released from their shackles and hung heavily at her side. She desperately wanted to massage her shoulders as the feeling painfully returned to them, but new better, fearing Mistress's reaction if she even flinched. She was in enough trouble.

Mistress must have read her mind, because her firm warm hands started to massage her shoulders gently and lovingly. The shackles were removed from her ankles as Mistress massaged her shoulders down her arms to her elbows. With lightening quickness her elbows were suddenly pulled behind her till they were touching each other. Rough hemp rope was wrapped around her elbows all the way down to her wrists. At the same time she felt a chain being attached to one of the center hooks on her collar she was then lifted off her feet by her elbows. Her chest arms and shoulders stretched painfully under the strain.

Rough hemp rope was being wrapped tightly around her ankles. She felt a sudden tension on her collar as her ankle was grabbed and pulled up sharply behind her nearly touching her ass. She realized the chain on her collar wasn't there to restrict her breathing but to help stabilize her as the rope was threaded through another hook on her collar pulling her ankle up toward her shoulder. The more Mistress pulled the wetter she got. Once Mistress had that ankle where she wanted it she followed the same procedure with her other ankle. She then looped the rope back through the collar so she could keep both ankles up where she wanted them loosing no tension in the rope and tied it off.

She was hanging precariously now, but her breathing started to even out. However, if she moved too much the collar would shift and she would have trouble breathing. Her knees were pulled apart as a bracer bar was placed between her legs, her bound arms still suspended above her back and bearing the majority of her weight. Her cunt was exposed to the room, knees spread wide.

Mistress was suddenly in front of her fondling her full breasts. The nipple clamps still hung on her rock hard nipples. She knew this moment of pleasure was soon to be followed by much more pain. In the audience she heard people moan as Mistress fondled her breasts. Mistress grabbed the nipple clamp and stretched her tit out in front of her. Her breath grew suddenly shallow as she labored to breathe through the pain. Mistress started wrapping her tit in hemp rope tightening it with each turn. It felt like a balloon ready to pop. Mistress followed the same procedure with the other tit. She was now wearing a hemp bra her tits thrust toward the audience as Mistress tied it to one of the front loops on her collar relieving some of the strain on the collar.

She was soooo wet. Her pussy juice was running down her leg. As Mistress was checking her bonds, she would casually run a hand across her supple flesh. Her touch was cool on her steaming hot skin. Mistress commented to the audience, "Now isn't that a nice pretty package." The audience cheered their approval. Their response only heightened her arousal, which she didn't think was possible.

Mistress said, "Now that she's all wrapped it up nice and tight, I think it's time to decorate the package." The audience started calling out suggestions. She had a hard time hearing any one voice clearly. Mistress however must have heard one she liked and said, "Yes I think that will do nicely" She heard some rustling and then a series of small thunks and light chains rattling. Mistress then said, "But which ornaments shall we decorate our package with, these or those?" The audience shouted out their answers helping Mistress decide which ornaments to use.

She was dripping with excitement. Panting and breathing hard to control her body, willing it not to cum. If she came without Mistress's permission punishment would be extremely harsh and very very painful. She had other plans to attend to tonight. She let her mind drift for a moment to the plans for the rest of the evening. They hinged on the hope that her performance would keep him interested enough to stick around and see the whole show. He needed to be here when she was done or everything she was going through was wasted. Although she had to admit it did feel surprisingly good.

A sharp pain got her attention as Mistress pulled and twisted her nipple clamps. It sounded like she was attaching something. She gasped when Mistress let go of the clamps and she felt her nipples strain under the weights Mistress had attached to each of the clamps. It was enough weight to shift her balance forward slightly and make her position more precarious and much more exciting.

Mistress commented to the audience, "Now doesn't that look so much better?" they howled in agreement. Each one of them glad it wasn't them, but simultaneously wishing it was.

She heard a voice louder than the rest say, "It's missing something, but not up front." She knew that voice. It was his. Mistress heard him as well and responded with her own question.

"Then what do you suggest?"

All she heard him say was, "Her pussy"

Not her pussy she thought. She was so hot and horny the slightest touch could set her off and she might not be able to control her reactions. And yet, the thought sent new waves of pleasure through her already throbbing pussy. It ached so bad it hurt.

She was panting hard with anticipation, her body screamed in pain, delirious with pleasure. She couldn't stand it much more. This time she wasn't surprised when Mistress spun her around. The slight dizziness and disorientation only heightened her arousal. Her dripping wet pussy was now facing the audience so they could better see what was about to happen.

Mistress's cold fingers plunged deep inside her. A low quiet moan rumbled in her throat. She caught herself, waiting Mistress's sharp words but was surprised when none came. With a firm grip Mistress grabbed a pussy lip, pulled it taut and rolled it between her fingers.

Suddenly a sharp piercing pain coursed through her pussy as a medical looking clamp with scissor like handles was placed on her sensitive lip. Seven more were clamped on, four on each lip. Her heart skipped a beat and a cry caught in her throat as each one was attached to her tender lips. A fine rope was woven through the handles of the clamps. The ropes were tied to each thigh, spreading the clamps apart allowing everyone an unobstructed view of her aching and swollen clit and hungry hole.

She was struggling to remain in control of her body. Her mind was reeling. She was used to giving pain, and being in control, not receiving pain and being submissive. The more pain she was subjected to the more endorphins her body released giving her a greater high and sense of euphoria. Now she understood the thrill that her subs went through. It was a totally different experience to give yourself totally to another. Especially someone you don't know well, but are forced to trust, immediately and completely.

"And for the finishing touch" Mistress asked, "Will this do?"

She didn't hear a reply but got her answer when she felt an icy cold metal dildo slowly being inserted in her. It felt huge and it was truly hard as steel and smooth as polished chrome. She was so wet that despite the size, it slid effortlessly into her hole. And when it she had taken it all in, she felt it fill and stretched her like none other. She was shaking now, trembling with excitement when suddenly a weight was placed on the steel rod pulling it closer and harder against her throbbing clit.

Out of nowhere His hot breather whispered in her ear, "Your secret is safe with me."

Suddenly anger raged within her instantly killing her mood. She was no longer on the edge of ecstasy that she'd been riding for most of the session. It was as if she was a pot of water on the stove about to boil over and she was instantly taken off the heat. She got her emotions under control and a sly, tempting and slightly devious smile crept across her face. She was not going to be denied. Her pussy was still dripping wet and she ached for release, but now she had full control of her body again. Her mind however was still reeling from the new experience. Her boundaries had been pushed hard tonight, her personal envelope of comfort, shredded.

She was surprised to hear the audience applauding her. Mistress was complimenting her on putting up with such a demanding bondage session. Now came the hard part, the release from the session. It could be just as taxing as the session itself. She heard people shuffle around. From the sound of it the other sessions had already finished.

Mistress showed the same care freeing her from her bonds that she took with her submissives. Mistress removed the weight from the metal shaft in her stretched pussy, easing some of the pressure on her throbbing, sensitive, swollen clit. But the rock hard rod stayed in place. A tear rolled down her face as the eight clamps on her pussy lips were taken off, the blood rushing back to the numb area causing them to throb painfully. Mistress stroked her hair whispering words of comfort, assuring her that Mistress was pleased. She'd done fabulously.

Mistress carefully removed the nipple clamps and weights and then gently removed the hemp bra binding her tits. The metal dildo was finally removed and a stream of her juices ran down her leg. Mistress chuckled and said, "My goodness I didn't realize you where 'that' excited. Well done."

Another set of hands grabbed her by the waist as her ankles were released from her collar. Her feet finally touched the cage floor for the fist time in what felt like hours. Her legs had been stretched in one position for so long that they couldn't hold her weight yet. Firm hands kept her steady as her ankles were unbound and the strength returned slowly and painfully to her legs.

Her arms fell limply to her side, chest caved in, as the bindings were unwound from her arms. A very annoying but not too painful pins and needles sensation ran down her arms from elbows to her fingertips. As her collar was removed she ignored the pain in her chest as she took full deep breaths. Still blindfolded she was lead silently by Mistress's gentle steady hands until she felt soft velvet brush against her thighs. Mistress helped her stretch out what felt like a crushed velvet chaise lounge. The last words Mistress spoke to her were, "I'd love to do this again sometime. If you're interested you know where to find me. Someone will be with you in a moment."

The door clicked softly shut and silence engulfed the room. Still blindfolded she let her eyes closed and continued to breathe deeply into her entire body and relax. She wasn't startled when firm fingers started massaging her. It only helped to relax her more. Warm lotion was rubbed into her ankles to help ease the chaffing from the hemp rope. The hands slowly worked slowly traveling up her leg purposefully massaging each muscle. The blindfold was removed and she kept her eyes closed relishing the soothing sensation of the massage. Her upper thigh and hip was being worked over, easing the tension from being stretched in such a tenuous position for so long. The warm hands started at her other red and chaffed ankle methodically working their way up her leg, showing the same care and attention to detail as the other leg.

Her eyes fluttered open though when her pussy was almost carelessly brushed and the hand worked its way around to her inner thigh. She struggled to focus as a moan of pleasure escaped from her lips before she could protest. Slowly her massager came into focus. And not as quickly as she would have liked, her arm came around, fist balled up swinging with all the force she could muster. Although her reflexes were slower than she liked, they were quicker than he expected and she just missed him as he ducked out of the way. His hands stayed frozen in position thumbs on the edge of her pussy. She swung again with the other arm, but this time he was expecting it and caught her fist in mid swing with one hand, refusing to move the other hand that was positioned so intimately close to her hole.

"You god damn, mother fucking son of a bitch," she howled. "Who in the hell do you think you are? Do you have any idea...?" She was cut off in mid sentence as he leaned in and kissed her fully and forcefully on the lips. She swung again with her free hand, and again he caught her in mid swing and pinned both arms over her head. His kiss was hot and steamy, filled with passion. His tongue was demanding and forced its way into her mouth. He pressed his body into hers using it to keep her from struggling so much.

Her body's need took over and shut her anger out completely. She stopped struggling and opened herself to his kiss, moaning with desire. Her pent up anger and frustration was now channeled into passion. She relaxed and let his body melt into hers. He stopped kissing her and looked her dead in the eyes and said. "Do you have any idea what I had to endure watching you up there? Do you know how hard I was, it was, being able to do nothing but sit there as she put you on display for all to see?"

She could feel how hard his dick was as he pressed against her. And oh god how her pussy throbbed when she realized he was larger than the metal rod that was just in her. Her mind finally kicked in and she realized that she was in the position that she wanted to be. Her target, the focus of her evening was here, wanting her and all she had to give. She was finally going to be able to give in to her inner most urges. He was going to get everything he wanted and more.

She looked at him and replied, "If it was so hard for you to watch, were you able to truly enjoy the show?" She looked around the room at her surroundings and realized that fate was definitely on her side. She was in a private play room. She had heard about these, but for as many times as she had frequented the club she'd never been in one. A large bed with a wrought iron headboard and footboard was against one wall. Straps, cuffs and other restraints hung from the wall and different parts of the bed, offering a number of different choices for restraining someone. A box of "toys" sat on a table next to the bed. Her mind raced with possibilities.

His answer surprised her however, "I wanted to personally reward you for a job well done and show you how much I enjoyed your show." He leaned in and kissed her again, lust and desire pouring from his mouth into her. As she kissed him their tongues explored each others mouths daring in and out, roaming over teeth, battling each other. The pent up frustration they both felt from the session fueled their already flaming desire.

He released her hands and they fell around his neck, their mouths still locked in a furious kiss. He scooped her up off the chaise and pulled her body to his. She wrapped her legs around his waist and dug her nails into his back through his shirt. He growled in pleasure and she felt his cock throbbing against the fabric of his jeans, straining to get free. He laid her gently on the bed and straddled her. "Let's finish that massage shall we?"

All she could do was moan in agreement. As he straddled her waist, his hands slick with lotion, started with her shoulders working firmly and slowly. He took great care working down each arm. Then he worked back up to her shoulders and across the front of her chest knowing that's what took the most abuse from the session. "You're just so damn sexy in hemp," he said, as he started to massage further down her chest in between her voluptuous breasts.

She moaned her response. Her moans got louder and deeper as he started massaging her tits still red from their hemp restraints. He took a nipple between his fingers and massaged it carefully at first. He took his time and enjoyed the expressions of pleasure and pain written on her face and body. He'd roll the nipple between his fingers pulling and tugging on it. Then he'd work outward from her nipple in circles massaging her entire tit and then chest muscles. He'd work her chest some more and would move over to the other breast starting with the nipple using the same care and technique.

She could tell he'd done this before, but she didn't care right now. It just felt too damn good. While he was working over her full luscious tits, he continued to slip down straddling her hips. She could feel his cock pulsing; throbbing, faster and harder the longer he massaged her tits. She started rolling her hips a bit, grinding herself against him. She tried to shift and move around so that his cock would be pressed against her clit, even if it was through his jeans.

Suddenly his mouth, hot, moist and wet was wrapped around her tit, sucking licking and nibbling. He picked up the pace devouring her, kissing one then the other, sucking hard on a nipple then biting it gently. She howled the sound a mix of pain and pleasure. "I can't help myself," he said, as he stretched his mouth wide and took as much of her large tit as he could in his mouth. His tongue rolled around it sucking on it fiercely. "You taste so divine all covered in lotion and sweat," he said, as he swooped down on the other tit. He devoured it with the same ferocity as the other one.