Message-ID: <4601eli$9710051127@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: lclarke@interlog.com (Operaman) Subject: Story "The Crying Game" (M/F, some sex) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,soc.sexuality.spanking,alt.sex.spanking Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Auth: soc.sexuality.spanking Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <616hqv$iie$1@news.interlog.com> The Crying Game *************************** There she was. She looked beautiful, spread-eagled on the bed, cuffed to 4 corners. I had placed a pillow under her hips which served a dual purpose... not only did it raise her ass in the air, accentuating her roundness and providing a lovely target, but it also gave me better access to the moistness between her legs, should I wish to pleasure her, or take pleasure from her. But pleasure was to be only one part of the evenings activities. Tonight, my slave was to cross a threshold. Tonight I wanted her to crumble. Tonight, I wanted her to give me the gift of her tears. I know there are some who think this is not a big deal. Some people can cry easily for any reason, but Shelly is not among them. Sure, she crys when she gets emotional, but up to now, I hadnt brought about the release by way of punishment. Perhaps part of the reason for this is that I always like to take my time with corporal sessions. I love to watch the gradual growth of the redness across her buttocks, back and thighs. And I love to tease her with my fingers and tongue, bringing her close to climax, only to stop and return to the flogging. Earlier tonight, I explained to her that the pattern would be slightly different tonight. Yes I would tease her, but the pain would ultimately outweigh the pleasure. She would cry. She would beg. And in doing so, she would become more mine than ever before. "Shelly, are you ready for this?" "Yes Master. I want only to please you." "If you wish to change your mind, now is the time to do it. Once I start, I not stopping until you are totally reduced to tears. I will whip you as severely as needed to achieve this. Are you still sure? "Yes Master. I will do anything to please you." I checked her bonds one more time, finding her tightly chained to the bed, with no room to move... no way to dodge the coming blows. I sat to the left of her, leaned over her lower back grasping around her hips with my left arm, and started to lightly spank her. Slowly, almost gently I slapped first one cheek then the other. I alternated this way for at least 50 spanks on each cheek, gradually increasing both speed and intensity as I went on. Then, I moved so I could I could place the slaps more centrally...right along the crack of her ass and almost reaching her cunt. I stopped after about 30 of these, and slipped a finger into her wetness. She was drenched. So far, what she had received could barely be called pain at all, in fact her arousal was the only factor in the sounds she was making, slow deep moans as she attempted to grind her sex into the pillow. It was time to move her to the next level. I stood and went to the dresser, where I had laid out my collection of whips, straps and paddles. I should mention that in all I have over 20 tools of this nature, most of them made by myself. This gives me a great deal of choice, since they range from mild to unbearable in the pain they can inflict. I thought Id break her out of her sexual daydream a little by skipping some of the milder ones and moving straight to a rather evil stap which I know she hates. Over time we have given nicknames to the more distintive of the implements, and this one certainly quailfies. Three inches across, made of a heavy black leather in two layers, she had suggested Satan (for which she received 25 firm strokes) but I chose Black Magic since even suggesting its use seems to have a magical effect on her demeanour. I gazed on her with her head buried in the pillows, her long wavy dark hair spreading out around her, and thought that once again, it would work its magic. I resolved to employ it rapidly, firmly, and get a reaction from her, yet not to use it to bring forth the tears just yet. I wanted to savour this time with my wonderful slave. I wanted to tease her with pain, the same way I so often teased her with pleasure, bringer her closer and closer to release before backing off. And when the release comes... I took my place next to her , took aim, and launched my volley of pain. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! The strap fell with about 3/4 the force I could muster, each blow about 1 second after the last. "Oh God!!! Please, not so hard!!!" Her words were muffled by the pillows, but the fear and desperation in her voice rang through clear as a bell. I answered with 5 more of the same. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! "OOOOOOWWWWWWWW!!! Please Master, not so hard! Ill do anything!" "I know youll do anything." I laughed. Of course she would, she was totally immobilized, and mine to use! "But if you beg like that after the next 5, Ill just keep going with 10 more, without a break." SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! This time although she screamed into the pillows, she didnt make the mistake of begging for less. Her ass was turning a firey red, and her body heaved as she caught her breath. I reached between her legs again, and found that she was still as wet as ever. My fingers sought out her clit, and slowly started stroke it. She attempted to grind into them, dictating the speed of the stimulation. SLAP! - I brought the strap down again. "You will not move. I will pleasure you when and how I wish. If you try to control this at all again, I will stop, Ill leave you bound, and you wont be allowed to come at all tonight." She knew this was no idle threat. Just 3 weeks ago, after bringing her close to coming (and taking my own pleasure) I had left her bound all night to punish her for trying to top from the bottom. Before resuming my exploration of her cunt, I took a gob of K-Y jelly and parting her cheeks, spread it on her anus. Slowly, I pushed a finger in deep, and with my other hand, resumed stroking her clit. She had started to resume her soft moaning, but was careful to keep still after my threat. Slowly, I slid my finger in and out, while massaging her swollen clit. Then I pulled out, and replaced my digit with a small butt plug. Standing, I chose another whip from the dresser, this one a long, but medium intensity flogger. This, in fact, was one of Shellys favourites, but tonight I intended to really turn up the heat. The first lash was aimed across her upper back. She gasped in surprise, since up to now, all had beeen aimed at her buttocks. Over the next few minutes, I worked the whip across her entire back, and down to her ass. The strokes came every 2 seconds, keeping a steady cadence. I could see her discomfort building, as her breath once again quickened and she made futile attempt to squirm away from the blows. Although her squirming was useless, it had one effect, which didnt please me at all. She dislodged the butt plug. I took advantage of the situation to press her emotionally and turn the heat up further physically. "You stupid bitch! You couldnt even keep that plug where I put it! Now youre really going to get it!" Although not really angry, I knew that working her verbally like that would increase her vulnerability. I took a larger plug, pushed it up her ass, and selected the meanest, most intense whip I had. About 3 feet long, it was a black, braided single whip. Used with even moderate force, it could deliver a real whollop! I wound up, and aimed the first stripe across the top of her thighs, just below the crease. "AAAAAAHHHHHHHGGGGGGGG!" She screamed as she felt the whip burn into her. "Hurts eh? Well maybe youll hold the plug in better this time!" I let another fly, just below the first. She screamed almost continuously as I continued the barrage, striking her ass and thighs over and over, all the while keeping up the verbal assault at the same time. She tried to plead, but the words wouldnt come out. Her body thrashed against its bonds, the struggle growing more and more desperate. I knew her time was soon. I focussed my aim on the lower part of her ass, which by this time was red criss-crossed with dark red stripes. By this time I was swinging freely, and she continued to scream, but by now it was not the loud screams of desperation, but the choking screams that signaled her tears were soon to run. I hit her with 3 more stokes as hard as I could, each of them landing on top of the last, and then it happened. Her body stiffened for a couple of seconds, and then relaxed. Just seconds before she had been screaming, now she had given up and was sobbing into the pillows, totally submissive. She had done it. She had let go, and totally given in to the most submissive part of her soul. I pulled out the butt plug, and lay my naked body next to hers, whipsering quietly in her ear how proud I was of her, and how much I loved her. She lay there quietly crying for about 5 minutes, until the pillows were soaked, and she had nothing left. Then she turned her head to face trying to look at me and asked "Master? Arent you going to pleasure yourself with me? Please, let me please you. Use my body, anything..." I kissed her gently on the cheek. "Believe me Shelly, you have pleased me more than you can imagine." I would take her later that night, and it was the most wonderful, passionate lovemaking we had ever had. But for now, I was happy just to hold her. ********************************************* Please let me know how you liked (or didn't like) this little story. I enjoy writing erotica, and would like to improve my craft. Also, if there are any interested women out there... I'm in my 30's, well educated, and live in Toronto. I'd be interested in correspondence, or with the right person, even meeting. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /