Rule of Thumb Ch. 04

"Tell me. How. It. Feels!"

A white flash of pain shot through me as her hand came down on my cheeks. I cried out, gasping from the shock and the aftershock as I jerked up, impaling the rod into me tighter.

"It...huhn, it hurts, Mistress Anna!" I panted and bent back down to relieve the pressure.

Mamiko had untied my shoes, slipped my trousers, briefs and socks down, the implication I should step out of them. She reached up to unbutton my shirt and removed it, leaving me completely naked. The feeling of complete exposure, of being at their mercy sent a pulse through my limbs.

"Pain. Yes, well. There are all sorts of pain, aren't there?" I could hear her getting up behind me, her clothes brushing against my skin. "We'll be going to dinner now, Master Rick. Please stand up and be a gentleman, won't you, and awaken your girlfriend?"

I worked my way slowly to standing, although still slightly bent at the waist, the echoes of the pain from her slap and the penetration were almost unbearable: the root of my cock was pulling down whatever it was in my ass, but it wouldn't come out. I started to shuffle over to where Loren was lying and had to stop, the cramping in my abdomen was fierce.

"You are trying my patience, Master Rick! Dinner will be ruined. I will not ask you again. Awaken your cunt and meet us in the dining room. No delay!"

I gritted my teeth and breathed through the cramps, my cock angry and purple, my asshole screaming in agony.

Mamiko was waiting by the lounge, holding the trainer. I looked up and saw something in her eyes - a brief flash of cruelty, or lust. I shivered at what Mistress Anna might have in store for us. I knew I could end it at any time, but a part of me was so turned on by what was happening, by the thought of what they would put Loren through, by the thought of what I would put Loren through. In spite of the constant throbbing and the fear I was permanently hurting myself, I wasn't going to back off this soon.

"Loren," I reached down as carefully as I could; I didn't want to disturb the tricky equilibrium between my cock and my ass. "Loren! It's time for dinner!"

I shook her a little bit, but it was something Mamiko had done that jerked her awake.

"No! Please! Stop! Please!" Whatever it was her hands had come down instinctively to pull the wires away from her labia. Mamiko had been ready, one hand on the trainer, the other sweeping across and stopping her. Loren sobbed but stopped struggling, her hands at her stomach. My cock throbbed pulling at the rod.

Loren got up, shaking and finally looked at me. "Rick! What?! What are you doing? What are they doing to you!?" She tried to reach out to me, but Mamiko did something again and she cried out in pain, her hands flailing. Mamiko reached down to return her hands to the back of her neck, tears leaking down her cheeks.

"It's okay, Loren. It's okay. Mistress Anna suggested it, and I agreed." I stroked her shoulder, running my hand down her arm and across her breast, the dress still wrapped around her navel.

We made our way to the dining room - a strange parade of naked people, the only scrap of clothing among us Loren's cravat. I set the pace, the pain almost unbearable at first, but finally subsiding to a throbbing keeping beat with my heart.

"Cunt," Mistress Anna stood at the far end of a formal dining table, "you'll take the foot." She pointed to the place closest to the living room door. "Master Rick, you'll sit by me."

There were several place settings, none of which, except for Mistress Anna's, was actually in front of a chair. Mamiko had arranged the trainer on the table next to Loren before joining Mistress Anna at the head. I stared at her breasts, so delicate and tender looking. The pain from my constraints must have inspired an unconscious desire to inflict pain on her. I licked my lips thinking about a future session. Loren was the only one seated.

"Cunt," Mistress Anna interrupted my thoughts, "are you prepared to continue?" Her voice was not gentle. Stern, like a school mistress annoyed at a misbehaving student.

"Yes," she whispered.

"No! While in my house, you will treat me, and Mamiko, with the respect we deserve! Do you understand?!"

"Yes, Mistress Anna. I'm sorry." She had blushed and looked at me, tears flowing now. I wasn't sure if it was from fear, agony, humiliation or the trainer. Regardless, the knowledge she was getting what she wanted inflamed me further. I smiled grimly through my own discomfort.

"Master Rick. Please take a seat." She gestured to the chair and waited.

I wasn't sure I could manage it. My cock had flagged a little from the walk over, but that only forced the rod deeper into me. It felt as if it had entered my colon, the pain pulsing deep inside my gut. I gingerly bent over and sat lightly on the chair, the pressure pushing the rod even deeper. I moaned and almost blacked out. But I wouldn't stop it. I would see this through.

"Very nice, Master Rick. I can see how much discomfort this is causing you. Punishment has so many forms." She was looking at me, but I got the sense the lecture was for both of us. "Direct pain alone, as you are feeling now, can be applied in many creative ways, but physical pain is just one way to inflict punishment. Psychological suffering can be equally or more powerful a motivator."

I had settled slowly, my weight almost completely on my ass cheeks and bones, my legs relaxing. If I didn't move I could handle it, breathing slowly into the places where the rod was penetrating me.

"Your little cunt," she nodded vaguely to the opposite end of the table, "thinks this is about her. A very proud idea for someone so unworthy, wouldn't you say?"

I knew she demanded an answer, but I had no idea where she was going. "Yes, Mistress Anna...a terrible idea..." Every movement of my diaphragm brought fresh waves of cramping.

"She has the power to stop this. Did you know that, Master Rick? Your little submissive slut has the key to stop your pain."

I looked up at her, my eyebrows raised in confusion. I had no idea what she was talking about.

"Do you think your cunt has ever pleasured a woman before?"

Loren gasped at the words. I looked up to see her staring at Mamiko, Mistress Anna's intentions obvious. She was shaking her head and whispering objections.

"Apparently not, Master Rick. Perhaps you will be so kind as to demonstrate for Miss Princess Cunt?"

In a heartbeat, Mamiko had stepped onto the chair next to her and walked across the table to me. I looked up to see her smooth legs ending in that teak-brown slit, her face staring down at me, unreadable. In a moment more, she had sat in front of me on the table, her feet on the arms of my chair, her legs spread wide.

"Mamiko will be our first course tonight. Cunt, as soon as you are ready, you may ask to pass her. If you are clever enough to make her climax, Master Rick can enjoy the rest of the meal free from these annoying contrivances." She sipped on her cocktail.

Mamiko's pussy was spread open in front of me, her body resting back on her elbows, her face staring at me across her breasts. I admired Mistress Anna's expertise: three of us playing off against each other while she relaxed. Masterful!

I could smell her, the aroma drawing me closer. Her cheeks were at the edge of the table, her smooth lips pointing toward me. I slowly lowered my face down, my mouth reaching for her cunt. I wanted to rub my nose in that landing strip, to feel the rough hairs against my upper lip.

I could hear Loren panting, whether from the trainer or from what I was about to do, I didn't care. "No, please, no. Please don't...no..." I stole a quick glance at her before burying my mouth against Mamiko's cunt; she was staring at me, her eyes wide, shaking her head. Her expression sent a jolt from my cock up my spine. I let the feeling travel out to my tongue. Extending it, so that Loren could see, I lightly grazed its tip against Mamiko's slit. She was moist, her lubrication was sweet with a fragrance I couldn't place.

I slowly penetrated her, working my tongue in as deeply as I could, my nose pressing into her pubic bone, my mouth forming a suction cup around her lips. Firmly seated against her, I began thrusting my tongue in and out, a poor substitute for a cock, I knew, but it felt delicious. Pulling in her lips, I started to suck the juices out of her. She was aroused, that much I could tell, but my technique was not making her more aroused. She sat there, patiently letting me suck her, but I got the sense she was humoring me. The effect on me, however was electric. This was my first taste of pussy in over three years and Marnie's had never been like this. So smooth, the aroma with a faint floral hint, Mamiko's lips soft and pliant. I redoubled my movements, sucking harder, pushing my tongue deeper.

"Stppp! Rck! Stpp! Pllls! I'll d...t! Pllls, lttt meee dooo t!"

I couldn't hear her words, my ears muffled by Mamiko's thighs, but I got the intent. I pulled away, my chin and mouth covered with Mamiko's liquid. She gracefully pulled her legs back, putting her feet under her and, like a cat, extended back up to walk across the table to Loren.

I looked at Mistress Anna who stared across the table clinically before acknowledging me. "She is very undisciplined," she said somewhat dismissively...with a wink.

The pain in my groin was growing: my cock, as stiff as ever was pulling the rod down. The cramping in my gut had changed slightly - it felt a little like being kicked in the balls or blue balls. I wondered what the rod was pressing against, or how the clamp on my scrotum could cause these sensations. Looking at Mamiko lithely bending down, spreading her legs and offering her quim to Loren, her aroma still in my nose, I had a flash of insight.

"Mistress Anna," I looked at her, hoping my indiscretion would be overlooked. "Might I provide a little more 'discipline' to my unworthy cunt?"

She raised an eyebrow, her smile barely perceptible. She waved her agreement.

I stood up as quickly as the rod would let me, the pain resurging momentarily and then just lapping at my insides in small echoes.

I kept my eyes locked on Loren's face as she looked at Mamiko's pussy, gathering up her courage. It was a portrait of torment: her eyes staring at the open slit in front of her, her nose wrinkling at the thought of tasting a woman, her disbelief at what she had gotten herself into. She looked up at my movement, catching my eye as if to plead with me to do something to save her.

I moved as quickly as my devices would allow, standing behind Loren. I reached down, sliding my fingers along her upper ribs, along the undersides of her breasts to gently stroke her nipples. They were erect and hard; I had a vision of flying along their surface, my fingerprints bouncing along their microscopic ridges. And then I squeezed them. Hard. I knew the white flash of pain would eclipse whatever the trainer was doing to her.

She jerked backward, her head swinging back, her eyes meeting mine. I bent down, squeezing her nipples as hard as I could, giving them a twist for good measure. I wanted this to hurt, to transfer the pain I was feeling into the tips of her beautiful breasts. I bent down and whispered something in her ear, my cheeks moistening from her tears.

"Yes!" she whispered back, and I let off on the pressure just slightly.

She returned her attention to the open pussy in front of her. I pulled on her nipples, forcing her to bend forward into Mamiko's cunt. When I was certain her mouth was planted there, I gave one final pinch and stood back up gently.

The moment their lips touched, Loren drew her hands off her head and reached across Mamiko's hips to her breasts. Sliding her fingers up the young woman's rib cage, reaching for her nipples, she began to bury her mouth against her open slit.

I continued whispering into Loren's ear describing what I thought of her: a cunt eating slut who deserved to be punished. Her moans, muffled by Mamiko's slit, reinforced her humiliation. I rested one hand on the back of her head, the other stroked Mamiko's side, waiting until Loren's fingers had reached her nipples and then I gave an encouraging push.

"Now!" I whispered hoarsely, digging my nails into Mamiko's side. I watched as Mistress Anna's submissive practically bent upward, her navel the highest part of her body, her head thrown back. She uttered a long keening moan followed by a sharp intake of breath.

Loren was practically pulling the young woman's breasts down to her stomach, stretching her nipples as far as she could. Her teeth, as best I could tell, had clamped down on Mamiko's clit and she was pulling back, forcing the young woman to slide toward her. With my one hand digging into her side, and the other pushing hard against Loren's head, Mamiko couldn't move, trapped between her nipples and her clit.

It seemed like minutes, but was only a few heartbeats before she started panting and stiffened, bowed above the table, the backs of her calves and her head the only parts touching. She exhaled a long low curse and finally settled onto the surface, her hands reaching for Loren's hair.

"Hmmm," Mistress Anna narrowed her eyes at me, the smile much clearer now. "I have a strong inkling to disqualify that. Very creative. Very creative. Of course, you've made life very difficult for Mamiko this evening, you two. But we'll save that for after dinner entertainment."

The cramping in my gut had intensified at the scene, my cock now pulsing just inches from Loren's mouth. I decided to play a hunch.

"Mistress Anna?"

She raised an eyebrow.

"Given my little cunt-eater has proven herself capable of solving your little puzzle, perhaps a small reward would be in order?"

Loren looked up at me in confusion. Mamiko pulled her legs onto the table and sat back.

"What did you have in mind Master Rick?" It felt like the room had gone suddenly quiet, the sound of Loren's breathing the loudest thing.

I turned to face her, bringing my hands down behind her head, my intentions obvious. She stared up at me even as she opened her mouth, moving her hands back to hold mine against her head.

"Please," she whispered, "please don't be gentle."

I pulled her head forward, pushing my cock as deeply into her mouth as I could, not stopping even as she gasped for breath.

"Careful, Master Rick. Fellatio is an acquired art. There is plenty of time. Slowly."

I wondered what she meant by 'slowly' given how far she had pushed both of us. And how would she know whether Loren had experience in giving head? Still, I deferred to her better judgment, pulling back slightly. Loren sucked her cheeks in, grabbing as much of my cock as she could with her lips, her mouth a silky glove. Her saliva lubricated the bottom of my shaft softening the roughness of her tongue. Since I had fucked her earlier in the day, I had been thinking about nothing other than forcing her to have sex again. From the moment she had arrived and submitted to my and Anna's demands until the second my cock entered her mouth I had been holding off. But I knew when I came I would come with a blast of hot crème.

Except for the quickie we had earlier in the day, I hadn't had sex for...I had lost count of the years. Memories of Marnie's illness, her need to be alone, my need reduced to soft strokes on her skin and gentle embraces. All of the years of frustration suddenly converged on this moment, pressure building in my root, my balls tightening against the bottom of my shaft. Moaning softly, I pulled her head as tight against my body as I dared and held her there, letting her feel the pulsing of my blood and the building tension in my cock.

And then, I couldn't hold off any longer, the rush of sperm gathering in my balls, the expanding heat bursting up my shaft. I wanted her to take it and swallow it, but just as it was about to erupt out of me, I imagined a more humiliating alternative. Just as rapidly as the firehose of semen was jetting up my shaft I pulled out of her mouth, the stream erupting against her face. My cock, jerking and pulsing splurted globs of sticky white gel on her cheeks, the hollow of her neck and eventually onto her breasts. I held her head back with my hands keeping her still while I doused her with the hot liquid.

After a few moments, after I had squeezed as much as I could out of me, I wiped the last drops on the strands of hair next to her ears, dabbing dots of gooey white glue on each ear.