The Ellie-Mae Chronicles Ch. 03

She thrust her hips back and forth, raising and lowering her body on my cock. She brought me almost to orgasm twice, each time widening her cunt and stopping all movement at the last possible moment, leaving me hanging, unfulfilled. On the third time as I approached orgasm, my balls now starting to ache from the need for release, she continued to fuck me and I spurted my hot cum deep inside her. She obviously felt this and leant back to gain more pressure on her G spot, then came hard on my cock.

We relaxed for a while, with my cock still inside her as it shrank a little. She massaged me back to full hardness using her talented cunt muscles, then rolled over. She wriggled down to the end of the bed so her ass was at the edge and I was standing on the floor. I spread her legs widely with my hands so her legs were almost at right angles to her torso. Her pussy was gaping; her bright red clit poking upwards, its ring glinting in the subdued light. I reached down and tugged at the ring gently, eliciting several moans from Ellie-Mae as she closed her eyes and rolled her head in the painful pleasure that my actions created. She looked so gorgeous lying there, impaled on my now completely recovered rigid cock.

I slowly began moving in and out, then pushed her legs around behind me to she could hold me in as I played with her nipple rings, twisting them, tugging them, again eliciting moans of pain and pleasure from her as the recently healed, recently caned flesh provided incredible sensations. Eventually, after many minutes of playing, I began a hard, insistent fucking motion, each forward movement forcing air out of Ellie-Mae's lungs as a short, sharp grunt. She began to climb the slope towards orgasm, her breathing becoming ragged, fast and deep, her head rolling from side to side, eyes firmly closed. She bit her bottom lip, then opened her mouth and with a scream, came hard, her hips thrusting, pelvis thumping on the bed as she completely lost control of her movements. I hung on tightly and rode out the storm, avoiding cumming myself as she came down from her peak.

Once again I started slowly fucking her, caressing her body, breasts, nipples, clit, soles of her feet as she once again rode the waves, searching for the big one. Very quickly this time she peaked, her body going into spasms as she screamed her orgasm to the world. Once again she relaxed. I began to wonder how many of these she could stand; how many I could stand. Once more after she relaxed, I intensified my fucking, bringing her to yet another screaming orgasm.

In total she had eight orgasms during that love making session before I once again injected my sperm into her as she came for the last time. After that I moved her back up the bed, covered her with a sheet, inserted my semi-rigid cock into her from behind and we both slept.

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Ellie-Mae's journal Week 5

Where was I – that's right, cream pie.

Wow, what a night that was. The party was terrific and the cream pie kinky, but after wards, wow! I really wanted to be caned.

So I gave him a show of the lingerie I wore and I really like the bondage gear for the second set. Then I needed to be caned. I think maybe I felt guilty about allowing Brad to fuck me, well, actually I guess I fucked him, that I needed Dom to punish me. He did. That first stroke was unbelievable. I had expected it to be a moderate or even a soft stroke to begin with but it was HARD. The pain ripped through me, nothing like I'd ever felt before. I nearly called it quits then, but decided to stay the distance. It got better; even though the pain was the same I handled it better so I was disappointed when he stopped. I felt like I could continue all night, though I know I probably couldn't. One day I'll have to see how many I can take – I'm getting wet just thinking about it.

The cane on my breasts wasn't too bad, my nipples hurt from the strokes on them, still healing a bit from the rings I think. The strokes on my pussy lips were fine partly I think because they were a bit numb from the tight leather strap separating them. Then the stroke on my clit was out of this world. The pain was searing then immediately became sexual pleasure and pushed me to orgasm as I've never felt before. So intense!

Then he took me to bed and made love to me. I came again and again and again. I lost count; my mind felt it was on another planet; I could see my body responding to him, could feel the intense pleasure, felt myself repeatedly rise to a peak, cum, then drop back, only to repeat it once more, and again. He told me the next morning I came at least eight times and he came twice. My pussy certainly felt like it had been well used.

So this morning I lay in bed and took stock of my body. My ass feels ridged from the welts left by the cane; my breasts are fine even though I can see red lines across them, my pussy feels worn out, though surprisingly sexy. What's happening to me? Have I become a nympho or something? I don't seem to be able to get enough sex and am always ready for more.

After I had used the bathroom and examined myself in the mirror, I decided I needed to start something. So I collected my corset, tied the laces a bit tighter than I'd had them, then pulled it around me. The clips missed by a good inch, so I concentrated on the top and bottom ones, finally clipping them in place, then slowly, and by sucking my tummy in really hard, I managed to do all the others up. Whew, what a figure, I thought as I admired my new shape in the mirror. I then returned to bed, feeling the strange wobbly feeling in my hips as I walked, then climbed back alongside Dom. Gently I woke him and his cock up.

After ten minutes or so of kissing and cuddling he was ready for action. I lay him on his back then mounted him, fucking back and forth as he held my corset-clad hips and played with my up-thrust breasts. Ooohhh it felt so good to have him in me again, even though he'd been there just a few hours earlier. I noticed that it was a lot harder to open my cunt up wearing a corset, not surprising I guess. I also noticed that my clit was very sensitive and sent little bits of pain through my bod after the caning last night I guess. These actually helped my arousal, not that it really needed much help.

I came quickly, a common occurrence it seems, then continued to fuck Dom, bringing him almost to the brink before I quickly stood up and grasped his hands, telling him to be a good boy, to not touch himself because I wanted him sexy for a while yet.

I got out of bed and told him again not to touch himself but to get dressed and I'd make him breakfast. He was out in the kitchen in a few minutes and we sat outside in the sun eating breakfast, him in his shorts, me in my corset.

After breakfast I told him I wanted to keep him aroused and cum-free until the evening. A pained look crossed his face. I actually wondered if I could do this because I felt horny as hell. He agreed, but told me that there would be consequences. I agreed without knowing what these were. He also said that all bets were off if I came before this evening. I agreed, reluctantly, as I had planned on cumming several times with him watching to increase the teasing. I then told him I wanted to show off my welts at the nudist beach. He nearly flipped, thinking that was the last thing I would have wanted.

Anyway, we packed a lunch hamper, and set off for the beach. I was only wearing a light dress with a short frilly skirt and nothing else over my tightly laced corset. For Dom I had chosen a light pair of shorts only, again no underwear. Once we arrived at the beach, which was reasonably crowded, we walked most of the length of the beach to find a spot. Seeing all the naked bodies and not having cum this morning made Dom really hard so his cock stuck out in front of him drawing lots of comments from the gorgeous naked women we passed. I smirked at his embarrassment.

We set up our 'camp' and he stripped off his shorts while I removed my dress, leaving my corset on temporarily. It hid none of my naughty bits or cane stripes but did provide a scenic attraction. Very soon we became the talk of the beach, it seemed, as a veritable queue of people walked slowly past our encampment looking at our bodies, him with his rampant cock (I wouldn't let him lie on his stomach to hide it) and me with my tight corset and striped ass, pussy and breasts. Soon several people sat and talked with us, wanting to feel the stripes from the cane and have a play with my rings. Two guys also decided they would see how tight they could get the corset so working together, while Dom watched with a grin, they pulled it in a further inch or so. I'm glad I only had a small breakfast.

A couple of very shapely young women came along and asked questions about my corset and cane stripes, telling me how lucky I was to have someone who cared enough to administer this form of discipline and wondering if he would be willing to help them out. Dom, of course, was all ears and they gave their names as Tess and Lisa. They asked about Dom's hard cock and he told them about my teasing this morning and that seeing their hot bods didn't help at all. They examined my cane welts intimately then asked if I ever took the corset off. I told them it was only a part time thing and it was often off, so they asked if they could remove it, to which I agreed.

It was great to be able to breathe properly again and to feel the sun on my whole body. We lay together for a while, discreetly touching one another intimately. I really liked them caressing my clit and nipples and it took me all my time not to cum while they did this. Dom watched as I stifled my orgasm, grinning at the way the tables had been turned.

After lunch, which we shared with Tess and Lisa, we all left the beach and the women followed us home in their car. Once inside we again stripped and Tess and Lisa wanted to see the punishment equipment. They were impressed with the array of canes of various lengths and thicknesses and at the whips. They said they wanted to experience as much as they could stand.

Dom was quite happy to oblige by punishing these two girls. At this stage I don't think they knew what they were letting themselves in for. Dom suggested a game. He would work his way through the instruments. For each instrument each girl would roll a dice to find out the number of strokes they would receive with the instrument in use. If a girl received the first stroke and felt she really couldn't continue, she could use a safe word and I would receive the balance of the strokes. If that happened, I could then choose a punishment for her which she had to accept.

Shit! This threw a new light on things. I really didn't want to be caned or whipped today; I'd had enough last night, but the possibility of choosing a punishment and punishing these girls was a huge incentive. Eventually I threw caution to the winds and agreed.

Tess went first and chose a cane, then rolled three. She bent over the arm of the sofa, exposing her lovely ass and pussy, and Dom gave her three moderate strokes. I was relieved to see that he was only giving moderate strokes, at least at this stage. Tess now had three stripes on her ass, which Lisa examined, imagining what she would feel as she received them. Lisa rolled a five, positioned herself, then received all five silently, wriggling her ass between strokes. So far so good. I began to relax a little more, hoping my ass was safe for the day.

All went well with the caning, each girl receiving many strokes of the different canes. The closest I came to needing to pay the forfeit was when Tess rolled a six for a long thin cane and Dom decided to up the ante by using hard strokes. Tess was very hesitant about accepting a second, but after that the rest went well as she became accustomed to the sting.

Dom used the flogger on them next, with four and five strokes respectively, then came the single tailed whip, which I knew could be very intimidating. However, Dom gave three careful strokes to Tess on her nipples and clit. Tess accepted them, wincing in pain and each time rubbing the tiny mark left by the popper, then Lisa rolled a single. Dom decided that he had nothing to lose because I would not have to pay the forfeit, so lined up Lisa's clit. He made the stroke and Lisa howled with pain, the popper having struck her clit hard, Lisa felt like it had split it in half. She dropped to her knees and rolled on the floor, holding her pussy.

After several minutes she removed her hands and we could examine the poor swollen nub. She was very concerned in case she could never have orgasms again but, as Dom pointed out, this was one of the unlikely though possible consequences of playing this game. She recovered quickly, realizing that the damage was actually quite trivial and mainly superficial, just the pain was huge, and they continued.

At the end I breathed a sigh of relief, certain now that I was going to escape unscathed. However, all is not over until the fat lady sings, as they say, and the fat lady was just drawing breath. Dom mentioned to the girls how I had come to be living with him and that I had come here as a sub, but had become a lover. He then suggested that, as I had so far not experienced any pain today, the girls might to punish me for a while using the instruments or whatever. He then wheeled out a whole selection of other equipment that could be used for pain and pleasure.

Dom suggested that Lisa and Tess tie me up and gave them the wrist and ankle cuffs and some rope, showing the girls how to use this and the attachment points on floor, ceiling and walls. Five minutes later I was tied with my arms above my head and legs widely splayed. Lisa was grinning as she asked if she could use the flogger on my pussy, to which Dom agreed, the bastard. Maybe I shouldn't have teased him this morning.

Lisa gave me a few tentative strokes, then a couple of harder ones before handing the flogger to Tess, who resumed with the hard ones, finishing with a really hard stroke that hurt like hell. And I couldn't even rub it to dissipate the pain. They then turned their sadistic intentions towards my rings, taking weights from a rack and clipping then first to my nipple rings, pulling my elongated nipples downwards. Dom suggested they untie my hands and lean me forward, then reattach my hands to the wall at waist level so the weights would hang straight down. They did this and my nipples elongated still further as they added extra weights. Once they were happy with that (I wasn't) they attached smaller weights to my clit ring. Now my clit is very sensitive, had been flogged, caned yesterday and had been pummelled last night. It hurt but it also felt soooo sexy being stretched out by the weights. I'd never had weights in the new ring before. Once they were all in place Tess asked Dom what next. He suggested some nipple clamps to fit above the rings, so they did this, crushing the base of each nipple between the cruel jaws of the clamps.

By now I was in my own private hell. But Dom had still more torture in mind. He remembered part of my deal was that I mustn't cum, so he gave the girls two vibrators and instructed them to put one in my ass and the other in my pussy. They did this, turning them both on by remote and controlling them so that I was kept on the brink of an orgasm for what seemed like a lifetime. Then the girls decided it was time to cum so they increased the power and pushed me over the top, leaving them on full power as I came again and again and again continuously. I could hear them chuckling in the background as sensations roared through my body and brain.

I must have passed out because my next memory is of the two girls and Dom talking to me as I lay on our bed. They seemed quite concerned but I assured them that I was fine now. I was exhausted after all those orgasms but Dom and the girls were really horny so they asked Dom to fuck them. He smiled at me, knowing our deal was off after I'd cum, and they lay on the bed beside me while he fucked each in turn, twice each, cumming once in each of them.

We relaxed after that, cuddling for a while as Dom ate his cum from their pussies. Lisa told him to make sure he ate all of it from her as she wasn't on contraception and didn't want a baby, but despite that she seemed quite relaxed about the whole deal. We rubbed cream into the welts and cuts left by the whips and canes, then we had dinner and the girls left, exchanging contact details first. Be great to see them again but who knows. Dom and I then went to bed and cuddled, both sexed out, then slept.

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EPILOGUE

The new catalogue was an instant hit, the first print run of 5000 being quickly followed by another order of twice that number. Not only was it used as a catalogue but it was also a really hot publication, containing as it did many explicit photographs from the Ellie-Mae range of erotic designs of bondage, street and beach clothing. It even made the news services, although they did not show the publication in any detail. For an additional cost a DVD was available showing Ellie-Mae herself wearing these items and talking about them, emphasizing that they could be custom designed to perfectly fit any shape or size of person. Ellie-Mae obviously had a great future as a designer for Erotic Fantasies.