The Hunger Ch. 09

If the pleasure flowing from my pussy, ass, clit, and nipples wasn't enough, I discovered the erotic potential of the corset. It had become more then just lingerie, more then just a garment, and even more then the "mobile bondage" that Amy had described. It had become an organic part of me. The tight lacing forced me to take smaller, shallower breaths as I raced towards orgasm. The result was that it left me slightly out of breath, slightly light headed. For some strange reason this added to my level of arousal. I had heard of asphyxiation sex, or breath play, of course, but had always blown it off as being just too weird. 'Perhaps this is what its like,' I thought. My mind flashed to a Wesley Snipes movie that had that sort of kinky sex as part of the plot. Perhaps, there was some erotic potential there, but without the potential harm and risk that sort of thing could cause and definitely without the violence.

Suddenly I was again jolted. Not by pleasure this time, but rather by its absence. Lynn had turned down the Sybian to a level that was just a hint of the intensity I had been enjoying. I tried to move, to fuck myself on the dildo, to jam my clit down on the pad. However, my bondage prevented me to do so with any significant effect. All I managed to do was make the weight on the clamp swing more wildly and the pain in my nipples, without the accompanying pleasure from the Sybian, simply caused me to groan in anguish.

"Noooooooo!" I screamed in desperation.

"Not yet, little one... You'll cum when we say you can cum, and not a second sooner," Lynn cooed at me. "Remember, you gave yourself to us to use you for our pleasure, not yours. I think you now have some idea of how intense this sort of experience can be, don't you?"

"Yes Ma'am," I somehow managed to gasp.

I then endured one of the most exquisite, and at the same time frustrating, experiences of my life. Lynn worked the control of the Sybian like a concert virtuoso. She repeatedly brought me to the edge of orgasm. Again and again I was hopeful for the long sought, and much needed release. It was primal and it was brutal. I repeatedly cried out in frustration as the orgasm that was just within my grasp was torn away from me. I think it became like a game for Lynn. She sat there operates the control, like it was some sort of Xbox, exploring my responses and how close she could bring me before shutting it down to a level that was enough to maintain my arousal, but at the same time almost annoying in its lack of intensity. As this went on, for I don't know how many cycles, she began to judge my nearness to orgasm with increased acuity. She pushed me ever closer to the edge on each succeeding cycle. It was torture, yet at the same time it was beautifully sublime. The Sybian became a part of me. I was lost in the sensation it produced in me. I suppose I started to become numb to its vibrations at some point but I learned that Lynn, and the Sybian, had a lot of power held in reserve that she used to overcome this numbness and push me to even higher levels. I have no idea how long this went on, time did not exist for me, only the sensations that my body was experiencing.

Ken for his part, mainly sat watching, amused, as his wife played me. He would occasionally readjust the clamps, or give them a playful tug, especially during the periods when the Sybian was turned down to a minimum. I always managed to moan, or grunt, in response. This seemed to amuse him even more.

Just when I thought I was going to explode, regardless of how the Sybian was being operated, Lynn switched strategies on me. She had come to understand my varying states of arousal to the point that she could do something different. Instead of the on again, off again, style she had used with such staggering effect on me, she slowly increased the level until she had me hanging on the edge. I was near orgasm, maintained by the insistent throbbing and revolving of the Sybian, yet it was just out of my reach. I was at a plateau or arousal that left me ever so close to release, yet at the same time, it was held just out of my reach, taunting me with its nearness. My arousal was like a coiled spring, buried in my pelvis; just waiting for the trigger to be pulled that would unleash it. I tried moving my upper body, causing the weight to swing to give enough sensation to my nipples to drive me over the edge. Ken, the ever perceptive accomplice, recognized what I was doing and caught the weight in his hand, frustrating my strategy.

"Please, please, please," I chanted. "I need it... need it," my voice pleading for release.

"What is it that you need little one?" Lynn teased me.

"I need... I need... I need to cum... pleeeeeease," I stuttered, the need clearly evident in my voice.

"Maybe, maybe soon, we'll see if you deserve it later," she said, leaving me with both a sense of hope and increased desperation.

My stretched arms were aching, but this too was lost in the swirling cacophony of sensations. My legs also ached from repeatedly clinching with pre-orgasmic contractions. I tried to clinch my calves to the point that resulted in cramps. This is a technique I had employed in the past during masturbation sessions to bring on an intense orgasm. Lynn simply adjusted the controls to compensate for it. None of these things were done consciously, I was beyond that. My mind had retreated into its reptilian center and refused to function on a conscious level. My cortex had melted into a lustful mush. I was beyond any rational thought. I simply reacted... and felt.

Finally, out of some unknown sense of sympathy, or perhaps just boredom, Lynn shut the Sybian off. I just slumped onto it. The ache in my arms and the resultant swinging of the weighted clamps sent shock waves through me. I was wasted, exhausted, and totally awash in the echoes of sensation flowing through me. My mind was still shut down and I only vaguely registered that the insistent machine had been shut off. I felt, as if from a far distance, the shackles and clips that had held me mostly motionless being removed. Finally, the clamps were removed from my nipples and I was jolted back to reality as the blood poured back into them and I groaned in pain. Numbness was instantly replaced with an aching throb.

I felt myself being lifted, being moved. It was if my body was nothing more then a sack of potatoes. I was incapable of assisting. My entire body felt as if it was boneless and molded from rubber. I groaned as I felt the bulbous head of the dildo distending my pussy, stretching the entrance to my sex once again. The pain of it stretching me combined with the residual pain that my nipples were still experiencing and I moaned. The pain was something I almost welcomed. It was tangible and real. Everything that proceeded it was almost other worldly and beyond my scope of comprehension.

I felt myself being draped across something. I recognized the feel of leather against the skin of my belly. Again, I was being bound. My ankles and wrists attached to whatever it was I was draped across. It was almost like a padded bar. It came across my hips and I was bent over it so that my ass was up thrust. My ankles were attached to the base of it and my arms were outstretched in front of me. The result was that my ass and pussy were upraised and very exposed. My breasts hung beneath me and were also exposed if they so chose to use them. The conscious part of my mind was roused from lethargy long enough for me to acknowledge that I was being placed on a spanking bench. 'Spanking bench?' I asked myself. No, not quite a spanking bench, but something similar. I recognized that the next part of the evening's entertainment was about to begin. Not my entertainment, I recognized, but rather Ken and Lynn's. I couldn't help but wonder if the pain play that I knew was coming next could be any worse than the unconsummated pleasure I had already endured.

Ken appeared in my field of vision and my eyes elevated to meet his. "We want to give you a taste of something else. We're going to start slow and build it up so that both you, and us, can find your limits. Remember your color code. Do you understand and are you ready?"

"Yes sir," I replied, my mind flooded with a mixture of dread, excitement, and residual lust. I felt a slight ache of unfulfilled desire which craved pacifying. Would pain be the key to that pacification? I didn't know for sure, but I was willing to explore my sexuality, and my submission, to find the answer.

I felt the softness that I recognized as Lynn's hand on my ass. She was caressing it and I couldn't help but moan at the contact. It was the first real physical contact I had had with either of them. Her touch was re-assuring and it allowed me to settle into a sort of inner peace and serenity that helped me prepare myself for what was to come.

Her hand stopped its caress and I felt it removed. I gasped as it slapped against the cheek of my ass. It was not a hard spank, but it was enough to leave a warm flush to my skin. She continued, and a series of blows rained down on my exposed ass. I tried to stay relaxed and accept them. The heat continued to build and it felt almost as if my ass was sun burned. The plug was still in my ass and as my focus was directed there, I was more than aware of its presence. In addition, Lynn's fingers would occasionally press against it as she moved the target of her blows, pressing it deeper into my asshole. As the strength of her blows increased, I found myself moaning and gasping. My moans served as accompaniment to the sound of Lynn's hand impacting my ass. It was not entirely unpleasant, and I felt my pussy starting to leak down my thigh.

Ken appeared again and asked, "How are you doing?"

"Good sir, green," I replied to his inquiry.

"Good, then you can handle more," he stated. I saw his nod towards Lynn.

There was a brief break in the blows to my ass and then I heard a swishing sound. My ass exploded in pain. The sound of a wooden paddle landing on my ass echoed like a rifle shot in the confined space of the room. I cried out and the echoes of my cry mingled with the sounds of the next stroke.

I heard Lynn's voice as I fought back my tears, "How are you doing Kim?"

"Good ma'am, green ma'am," I managed to choke out bravely.

"I want you to count the strokes, and ask for the next one. Do you understand?"

"Yes ma'am."

"FOUR," I screamed as my ass exploded again. "Please may I have another?" The warm glow that her hand had produced turned into a burning fire as the paddle left a large imprint on my cheeks. Occasionally the paddle would land in the middle of my ass and impact the base of the plug, pushing it deeper into my ass. She was alternating her blows from one cheek to the other, sometimes landing in the middle, and then moved lower to the backs of my thighs. I welcomed the needed relief on my ass, but soon forced to reassess my situation as I felt the fire radiate through the tender flesh of my thighs.

"TEN!!! May I have another Ma'am?" I was starting to feel that floating feeling. My mind was fuzzy and the intense pain began to morph into something different, something more akin to pleasure. The change was gradual but I recognized that my body was pumping out endorphins and I was starting to develop a pain high.

"Twenty!" I cried my voice less clear, thick and heavy. "May... I have a... nother," I mumbled.

"What color are you at Kim?" she asked.

"Yellow ma'am," I replied.

"I think you may be starting to enjoy that a bit too much little one. Maybe its time we moved on to something different," she said, recognizing the pain induced sub space that I had settled into. "Besides, I don't want to be greedy and have all the fun. I'm sure Ken would like to get in on the action too," she added.

The brief conversation allowed me a moment to recover. My mind cleared a bit and the burning pain in my back side changed into a throbbing ache. The next thing I knew I heard a new sound. The swishing sound of the paddle was replaced with a sharper whistling noise. I was lit up again as I felt the strands of the leather flogger land on my lower back, just below the corset.

"ONE! May I have another?" I cried as I started the count anew. The pain was spread out, more diffuse, then the paddle but the overall effect was just as intense or maybe even more so. Ken adopted a new strategy of moving the strokes, not concentrating on one specific area as she had done before. This kept me guessing where the next blow would land and less able to prepare myself for it. I was soon floating back into the depths of sub space, welcoming it, allowing it to embrace me. At the same time I was being prevented from falling too far into sub space by the requirement to maintain the count and asking for another blow.

I find it hard saying that I was growing comfortable with the action, but I was certainly getting more aroused by it. The trickle of pussy juice along my thigh had turned into a torrent. My nipples were so hard they felt like they were about to explode. My throbbing clit was a hard node between my legs; its presence was making itself clearly plain to me. My ass seemed to spasm around the anal plug with every stroke of the flogger.

Ken changed techniques once again and swung the flogger in a rapid figure eight. The strands danced across my sensitized skin. My physical awareness had changed; it was as if it had been attenuated. Even the slightest touch was an explosion of sensation. Again I floated deeper into sub space. I struggled to maintain the stroke count; every word was a gasp that I had to force through my lips.

At that point I lost the struggle as a result of two things. First, Ken moved the target of the flogger to my pussy. I felt the strands land on my swollen labia and hard clit with a wet splat. The second was that Lynn had decided to "help out." She was swinging a crop with underhanded strokes, landing accurately aimed strokes to my breasts and nipples. The first few strokes by both of them were excruciating but that rapidly changed. Pain and pleasure ceased to exist. My body floated. I was seemingly sucked deeper into sub space. I was incapable of intelligible speech. I was vaguely aware of the sound of my grunts as I absorbed the impact of their strokes. I also somehow recognized my body's unconscious attempt to move. Not to escape the blows, but rather to meet them. I languished in the blissful agony that was delivered unto my body and soul. The pain had metamorphisized. It had metamorphisized me as well. It had ignited something in me, a hunger, and a need. Of course I was incapable of analyzing it at that time. I was incapable of doing little more than absorbing the sensations that bombarded me.

"How are you doing little one?" Lynn asked.

I heard her words as if I was underwater. I had to struggle to understand their meaning. I had to struggle even harder to answer her. I was in the depths of sub space and I had to push my mind to the surface in order to be able to move my mouth and answer her. The simple act of speaking had become an act that required the greatest level of concentration that I had ever been required to exert.

"Yel... greeeeeeen," I grunted, changing my mind in mid-word, not even sure what I was feeling.

Ken and Lynn traded places. The flogger splayed across my breasts and I felt the leather pad of the flogger land with a precision that resulted in a wet splat on my pussy. She targeted the plug occasionally as well, and again, I felt it nudged deeper into my ass. They didn't stop, maintaining the regular, measured pace of their blows.

I then encountered something new, different, and sort of other worldly. I have a hard time describing it. It was almost like an orgasm, but not as physical. The best way I can describe it is it being a "mental orgasm." I'm sure it was a result of the heavy dose of endorphins that were flooding my blood stream and saturating my brain. The other thing that was different about it was that it didn't peak like a regular orgasm. It just went on and on and I was left quivering in it's throes for what seemed like forever. Time did not exist. It was exquisite and frightening in its intensity at the same time.

Finally, Lynn and Ken must have decided that I had had enough. I was still floating in my "mental orgasm" and slowly slipped from its grasp. I vaguely recognized that they were releasing my bonds from the spanking bench and gently moving me again. Unknown minutes later, I stirred and returned to reality. I found myself lying on a mattress at the edge of the play room, safely bracketed by my two new lovers and Doms. As my mind returned to some resemblance of clarity and consciousness, I took stock of my situation. My entire body ached, but it was a good ache, and it felt as if my entire body was glowing with some sort of mysterious energy. I could feel the cool wetness on my thighs, ass, and pussy. I was soaking. My corset, stockings, and plug had been removed but I had been unaware of it being done.

I rolled my head to the side and my eyes met Lynn's. She smiled at me and said, "Well hello. Welcome back to the land of the living. How are you feeling?"

"Mmmmm, good Ma'am," I managed to croak, suddenly realizing how dry my throat was.

"Ken, get her some water. She must be really de-hydrated," she instructed her husband.

Ken fetched a bottle of water from a small refrigerator tucked away, out of sight, and brought it to me. Lynn gently helped me raise my head and I suddenly realized how thirsty I was. I quickly finished off the bottle as she held my head and soothingly ran her fingers through my hair, brushing it back off my face and out of my eyes. I suddenly thought back to something I had read during my research and recognized that this was all part of the post scene care of a sub. They were allowing me a "cooling off" period. I couldn't help but wonder if we were done. Was the scene over? Although my body was glowing contentedly, my mind, as well as my pussy, was still hungry for more. I suddenly, and surprisingly, felt the need to be fucked.

As I became more aware of my surroundings, I felt Lynn's lush body pressed against me on one side and Ken's firmer, decidedly masculine body on the other. She was only wearing a garter belt and hose. Ken still wore the posing pouch he had on earlier. I could feel his semi hard cock pressing into my thigh. Lynn's soft breast was pressed into my arm, spilling over it to my chest and she draped a leg over me and I felt the moist heat of her shaved pussy against my other thigh. I took note of the emptiness in my ass. These sensations only served to re-ignite my arousal. The arousal refueled my hunger and left me with a burning need to please these people, and at the same time have them use me for my own pleasure.

I looked at Lynn, our eyes met again and she must have sensed my hunger. I could certainly see the lust in her eyes. Her wet pussy and the hard nipples pressed into my flesh were also clear signs of her arousal. She drew herself nearer to me and our lips met in a long, sensual and smoldering kiss that only served to bring me to an even higher level of passion.

"MMmmm," Lynn moaned, "It seems like our little one has recovered and is ready to play again. She seems to have more endurance than I would have given her credit for."

"It would seem so," Ken confirmed, his masculine voice whispered in my ear. "What do you think we should do with her now?"

"Good question. Kim, what do you think we should do with you? We don't normally ask a sub, but with this being your first time and all, we may be open to suggestions," she said, giggling softly.

"Use me, fuck me, do with me whatever pleases you," I replied, the need and desire almost dripping from my words.

"Ooohhh, now that is an interesting idea. Interesting indeed, and very appealing as well. What do you think Ken? Would you like to use this little slut to get off?" she asked him, her own desire evident.