The Wilson Women

James smiled to himself, Megan was a natural, the gods were clearly smiling upon him when their paths first crossed. As he spoke he had busied himself opening the case and was now looking intently upon its contents. Without hesitation he grabbed the object he had been searching for and grasped it behind his back so as to hide it from Megan's view as he returned to face her.

For a moment he smiled at her, half a smile of admiration at her resistance to his efforts and half a smile of anticipation as he knew that soon he'd have her begging for mercy. He raised his hand and dangled the object in front of Megan's eyes. She looked up and saw two silvery clips connected by a fine chain, she had never seen such an object before but its use immediately became apparent. James gazed upon the look of recognition that was on Megan's face as he held a clip in each hand and slowly opened and closed them before Megan's eyes. "Do you know where these go?" he asked, a menacing smile on his face.

"I think so, Sir," she replied, clearly realising that what she had gone through already was merely a taste of things to come.

"Well?"

"I think that they go on my nipples, Sir," Megan replied, softly.

"Very good," replied James, his sarcasm a little overdone even for his own liking.

He dropped one of the clips allowing it to dangle at the end of the chain before raising his free hand to one of Megan's nipples and rubbing it softly, feeling the warmth of the little bud in his fingers. He squeezed gently at the dark flesh before stroking it softly again. With his other hand he brought the clip close to the same nipple but didn't stop his tender strokes for a moment, he wanted to enjoy the scene before him and heighten Megan's anticipation. "You can walk away if you want," he said, "you don't need to take any of this."

"I do need to," replied Megan, forcefully, "I've needed it for so long I just only recently realised it."

James didn't reply, he had received the response that he hoped for and knew that despite her fear she still wanted to continue. Taking her defiance of his taunt as his cue he removed his free hand from her breast and quickly allowed the clamp to grab fiercely at the nipple.

A searing pain shot like fire through Megan's nipple and surged though her supple breast to the rest of her body. Instinctively she bent away from the source of the pain and was momentarily doubled over with by her efforts to control the searing torment but she soon stood back to attention, her arms never came unfolded behind her back.

"In time you'll be able to take that like it's nothing," said James, "but for now just to take it is enough."

James could hear Megan's breathing was becoming laboured as she tried to get on-top of the pain that was unlike anything she had felt before. As soon as her breathing had calmed the attention of both James and herself was drawn to her remaining unclamped nipple and the clip in James' hand that threatened to give a repeat performance of what she had just endured.

Slowly, James opened the clamp and moved it with painstaking precision until it was poised ready to strike at her delicate bud. Megan tried to remain motionless but could not help herself as she turned her head away and gritted her teeth for what she knew was soon to come. Almost as soon as she did so James unleashed the clamp and another bolt of electrifying pain shot through her whole body causing her to cry out through her gritted teach and bend over in response to the pain.

As before she eventually managed to right herself and stood to attention, spit running down her chin from her agonised outburst. She was shaking uncontrollably as though she'd been left out in the cold but behind all the obvious signs of discomfort she wore a smile of satisfaction proudly on her face.

James looked upon his new slave and found it hard to believe how sexy the vision before him was. Megan's face was flushed red with exertion and down her chin a small trickle of saliva ran down before dripping onto her similarly red breasts whose nipples were adorned with the shining silver device which had caused her body to become so flushed. He was unable to resist her and leant forward and kissed her deeply on the lips making sure that she realised that their relationship would involve pain but would ultimately be a loving one. As he kissed her he pulled slightly at the silvery chain that now connected her nipples and revelled in the delicate sound she emitted as she moaned through her open lips, half with pleasure, half with pain.

James pulled away from the kiss and thought to himself how well his slave had performed. She showed more potential than he could have hoped for and already it seemed that she was gaining a penchant for pain that he had never seen in anyone so inexperienced before. He considered whether or not it would be worth working her over with the whip, she had already held up well to the nipple clamps and the whip could not come close to delivering the same level of pain. It was clear to him that he needed to step things up a little and use something that would deliver a pain more intense than the clamps.

"Put your hands at your side," he ordered.

Megan immediately complied and thrust her hands to her side. Her movement caused to chain on her nipples to shake violently and she winced in pain as the angry teeth of the clamps made there presence known to her once more. She found that as she got more comfortable with the pain it worked to arouse her more and more and already she could see that she was embarking upon a lifestyle to which she could easily become accustomed.

James placed his hands at the top of Megan's dress and pulled it further down her body, letting it fall in a bundle at her feet. Now she was more exposed than before, wearing only a pair of white lace panties and the silvery chain that constricted her nipples. James looked with delight upon the pale skin of her tender body, he wondered if he was about to use the right implement, realising now how much he would like to redden her pale skin with his whip. For now he accepted that the whip would not cause sufficient discomfort to be useful and so he decided to stay on his planned course as he headed back to the suitcase to find the next instrument of torment.

The rattan cane had long been one of James' favourite instruments and as he took it in he hand he felt a familiar tingle of excitement rush through his body, the feeling of power it gave him unlike anything else he knew. He delighted as he thrust it through the air and listened for the distinctive swish as it flicked gracefully through the air. "Do you know what this is?" he asked, allowing Megan only a couple of further swishes with which to guess.

"Is it a whip, Sir?" she asked, her voice full of trepidation.

"You're close," he replied, delightedly, "think of something more rigid."

"A cane?" replied Megan, sounding more worried than ever.

"Excellent," said James as he walked into view, allowing Megan her first glimpse of the latest implement. "And where do you think I'll be using this?" he asked, swishing it once more through the air before his somewhat daunted slave.

"On the butt?" offered Megan, hoping that her answer was correct.

"I'll admit that it's a good place to start," said James, "but not my favourite place. Try again."

"On my hands maybe," guessed Megan, thinking of the days it used to be a punishment in schools.

"In a strange way you're close," replied James, smiling intently upon his hapless charge. "I bet if I give you one more guess you'll get it."

Megan thought hard, if hands was close to being correct then maybe he meant the arms, but that seemed so unlikely. She thought harder, suddenly it dawned on her, it must be... "My feet?" she offered, as she imagined the pain that would undoubtedly follow such a blow.

"Very good," cooed James, a mixture of genuine praise and theatrical patronisation. "Now lie on the couch, on your back and place your feet upon the arm-rest."

Megan immediately complied and lay down as she had been instructed, folding her arms beneath her back as she do so as to restrict their ability to move and attempt to intervene. As soon as she was still James took hold of one of her feet in his free and a began to stroke it gently, allowing his fingers to trail tantalisingly slow from her heel up to the balls of her feet. Even this small attention caused Megan's foot to writhe and wriggle away from James' touch and he began to wonder how such sensitive feet would stand up to a caning. "Now," he said, deciding that Megan could do with knowing what exactly was to come, "I'm going to hold your foot like this," he grabbed her toes firmly in his hand so that Megan's foot was immobile, "Then I'll apply the cane to your soles, each blow will be pretty soft, but they'll come in quick succession so it'll soon hurt. When the pain comes I want you to try and take it as best you can, is that clear?"

"Yes, Sir," replied Megan, "I will try my best."

James didn't need to go on, he knew that Megan genuinely wanted to take the punishment but he felt certain that she would be unable to do so without eventually squirming away from him or begging him to be merciful.

He raised the cane until it was an inch above her exposed sole before applying it gently to her skin, he rained down the feathery light strokes in quick succession and wondered how long it would be until Megan could take no more.

As the first blows hit her Megan barely felt anything, for an instrument with such a reputation she was finding it pretty tame. After a few seconds, however, the successive strokes had led to a kind of swelling, burning sensation that spread throughout her lower body which was compounded with each successive stroke. Each time the cane became reacquainted with Megan's flesh it sent a new shock of pain throughout her body and caused the searing pain in her foot to grow considerably. After thirty seconds she could take no more and just as James had predicted she squirmed uncontrollably, her leg kicking wildly in a desperate attempt to escape the pain that she was feeling. Immediately she felt bad that she had given in so easily but she had been unable to help herself.

Mercifully James stopped his ministrations, "don't worry," he said, noting Megan's distressed face, "you haven't let me down, I expected that you wouldn't be able to take it."

Although Megan felt somewhat reassured by his statement she couldn't help but remain disappointed, she wished she could have given him a pleasant surprise by taking the pain but instead she had done as he had predicted.

"I've decided that I'm going to spare the other foot, you've experienced enough pain for now to know that you don't want to cross me."

"Thank you, Sir," replied Megan, truly grateful for his generosity. As she spoke she noticed how aroused she had become from the receipt of pain and how each painful blow had served to stoke the fire now burning in her loins.

James placed the cane down on the coffee table next to his suitcase and looked over at Megan's exposed flesh. He could no longer contain his lust for her, she had submitted so well to pain, now he wondered how well she could administer his pleasure. "Back on your feet," he ordered.

Megan immediately complied and returned to attention before the couch. As she moved the nipple clamps reasserted their presence and and send new shcokwaves of pain pulsing through her body. As soon as her foot contacted the cold wood of the floor she was reminded of the pain in her sole and she briefly became weak in the knees before righting herself.

"On your knees," ordered James, becoming more eager for what was to come.

Megan wasted no time in doing as he had asked and she dropped to the floor, her knees pressed painfully against the hard surface. As soon as she was knelt before him it became clear to her what was to come next, her eyes were level with his crotch and from this vantage she could make out his obvious arousal by the bulge in his pants. Upon seeing his excitement she soon remembered hers and the burning in her pussy became more pronounced, she could even feel the moisture soaking her panties as she awaited his next command, she needed relief badly but she realised that until he got his there would be no chance she'd be allowed to orgasm, all she could do for now was please her master.

James didn't disappoint, as soon as Megan was situated he unzipped the fly on his jeans and allowed them to fall to his hips revealing a more prominent bulge visible through his tight cotton boxer shorts. He looked down at Megan with delight knowing full-well that in a moments time his entire member would be buried into her pretty mouth. Sensing Megan's anticipation was as pronounced as his own he grabbed hold of his boxers and pulled the down to just below his buttocks allowing his ample cock to spring forth and bounce to attention between master and slave.

Megan looked upon the fleshy rod that protruded menacingly from between her master's legs. It was by no means the first cock she'd ever seen but it was certainly the most impressive. Even a girl as inexperienced as she could tell that it was crying out for relief, its skin was flushed a deep, angry red and a series of veins protruded eagerly over the shaft.

"I think you know what to do," said James, breaking Megan's reverie, "If you please me I may chose to reciprocate later," he added, generously.

Megan was glad of the order, she knew what to do and she knew how much she wanted to do it. As soon as James had finished speaking she lunged her head hungrily towards his reddened shaft and placed her lips onto its swollen head. Without the use of her hands she found it somewhat difficult to get it into her mouth but with some adjustment she managed it and was soon sucking earnestly upon his length as though nothing mattered more to her than pleasing her master- indeed, for that moment in time, nothing did.

Megan's efforts were clumsy at first but soon became more controlled. She raised her head back and forth, pressing her lips firmly down upon the shaft allowing her master the tightest space she could adjust to whilst swirling her tongue seductively around the pole with each pass. As she progressed she wanted so desperately to reach between her own legs and bring some conclusion to her own tormented arousal but she resisted the urge and thought only of earning her own release by facilitating that of her master.

James was surprised at how eager Megan was and soon realised that what she lacked in skill or technique she certainly made up for in enthusiasm. As she continued with her efforts James felt himself becoming even more engorged and he could sense that his orgasm would not be far away. He wanted, desperately, to grab hold of Megan's head and force his cock roughly down his throat but for now he enjoyed the pleasure that she was giving of her own volition and knew that it would do for now.

As he felt his climax approach James bent his legs and reached down between Megan's breasts and pulled the silvery chain that connected her nipples. Another wave of pain shot throughout her young body and she screamed loudly in recognition of the pain. Her oral outburst added another dimension of pleasure to the blow-job she was giving and James could take the pressure no longer. Without warning he discharged his load into her eager mouth allowing spurt after spurt of hot cum to coat the inside of her mouth until she could contain his emissions no longer and they leaked lewdly down her chin onto her tormented breasts. As soon as he had finished James collapsed onto the leather couch in a state of sheer exhilaration, "swallow," was all he could manage to say.

Megan obeyed instantly.

For a moment they both remained silent, panting like mad but not talking. Eventually James stood up and pulled his jeans and boxers over his now flaccid member. "You did well." he said simply.

As soon as he spoke the pair heard a key turning in the lock of the main door, "that must be my mom," said Megan, talking out of turn for the first time that night.

"Put your clothes on," said James, "I'll handle this."

To Be Continued...

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Thanks for reading, I hope you all enjoyed part one. If you have any suggestions for how the story could develop please message me or leave a comment, I'm pretty sure I know how I want it to go but I'm always open to suggestions.