Although her nipples were now throbbing in anticipation of being clamped. The pair he pulled from his pocket were rubber tipped with adjustable tension. Ellie could see they’d been loosened somewhat, to diminish the harshness. He pinched her right nipple and her lips opened on a moan as she arched her breasts towards him at the pleasurable pressure.
That moan deepened as the clamp bit down on her nipple. The slight burn felt good, but not nearly as rough as she wanted. Then Michael fiddled with it and Ellie felt the clamp squeeze tighter, making her whimper as he turned the tension on the spring up.
“Ow… ow…”
“Tight enough?” he asked, a wicked glint in his eye.
Ellie’s nipple throbbed painfully. “Yes.”
She let out her breath on a hiss as he gave the screw on the clamp another little turn, tightening it even further.
Sadist. She should have known.
Her other nipple received the same treatment, exactly the same amount of turns, this time without asking her if it was tight enough. The twin points of throbbing pain on her chest made an erotic counterpoint to the occasional spasms of her full ass and empty pussy.
“Spread your legs, Ellie.” The command made her pussy quiver. The pain now radiating from her nipples as well as her ass had her dripping again. It was slow torment, because she knew Michael wasn’t anywhere near done torturing her either, considering he still hadn’t delivered her promised beating. He had the look of a sadist who was enjoying toying with his prey, wanting to torture all of her sensitive bits before finally rewarding her with a pain-edged orgasm.
Even though her legs were already somewhat spread, it took a little bit of finagling to widen her thighs further with the huge plug inhibiting some of her movements. Ellie whimpered as she rocked back, not sure if she was doing so because of discomfort or pleasure. Discomfort didn’t arouse her masochistic side the way actual pain did, but suffering through the discomfort for her Dom’s pleasure certainly appealed to her submissive side… and with such a large plug in her ass making her feel more submissive than ever, her head space was a riot of desire and excitement.
Gently spreading her wet pussy lips apart with two fingers; her pink inner bits glistened under the lights and Michael looked directly in her eyes as he reached into his pocket again and drew out a third clamp. Her clit practically jumped in reaction.
“What color are you, beautiful?”
“Green, Michael,” she said, her voice husky, only trembling a tiny bit with trepidation.
He placed the clamp around her swollen clit and she moaned as the tiny bud throbbed in its confinement, the sharp initial pinch around the sensitive bundle of nerves only taking a moment to settle into a more consistent throbbing ache. Then the pressure increased as he turned the screw on the clamp, watching her face as he did it rather than what he was doing. Ellie whimpered, her head tipping back slightly as her thighs trembled with the urge to press together and trap him, to stop the compression of her pulsing clit.
“Enough!” she begged, and then cried out as he tightened the clamp just a bit more before releasing it. The weight pulled on her clit, increasing the pressure, and she thought she might cum just from that if she didn’t say ‘yellow’ first.
Michael gave her the time to adjust, his fingers tracing up and down her legs and sides, circling her clamped nipples and making them tingle without jostling them as she panted through the pain and pleasure, her body quivering and on edge. The clamp on her clit was almost too much to bear, and yet she didn’t want to ask him to loosen it either.
Twin tears rolled down her cheeks as she settled into the pain, every part of her body pulsating with the sensations running through her. His cock was starting to swell again and Ellie almost wished he would just shove inside her, just like this, with her legs spread wide, her most tender parts clamped and throbbing… he would rub against her clamped clit and waves of pain would assault her even as his cock filled her with pleasure… or would it, considering how fully her lower body already was?
She wanted it…
But instead, Michael stepped away from the center of her legs, holding out one hand to help her down from the table.
“I want you bent over the table, beautiful, and then you’ll get your beating.”
A shudder went through her at his words and she reached out to take his hand.
******
Watching Ellie’s movements as she gingerly got down from the top of the desk, her legs still spread for the plug and now also to keep from brushing against the clamp on her clit, sent satisfaction zinging through Michael, straight down to his cock which was already roused from applying the clamps. Her nipples and clit were already more sensitive from having cum once, but she’d taken the harsh bite anyway, seemingly oblivious to the tears filling her eyes as she took in the pain and somehow turned it into her own secret pleasure.
While Michael enjoyed a bit of roughness himself - nails down his back or his lover’s teeth scraping over his skin - he’d never quite understood how masochists evolved agony into inexpressible pleasure the way they did, he’d just appreciated the results and learned how to use pain to get them there. It was beautiful to see her flush and pale, to hear her whimpers slide into moans, to watch her take the sexual torment he inflicted on her body, only to turn them into rapturous climaxes.
The slight tremor in her legs and arms would make this part of the torture particularly interesting, since her muscles were already struggling to keep her upright. Michael lowered his head to brush a gentle kiss over her lips as she looked up at him, her fingers tight about his hand, eyes glassy with needy passion. She hummed happily as he kissed her, trying to lean into him, the same way she’d tried to lean forward and keep his cock in her mouth. As before, denying her wasn’t easy, but he forced himself to do it anyway… he was in control of the scene and the scene wasn’t over yet.
“Bend over the desk, Ellie,” he reminded her, his voice practically crooning as he helped her turn around. Her eyelashes fluttered as she turned. Most men probably wouldn’t consider a waddling woman to be sexy, but as a sadist who had just plugged and clit-clamped his sub, Michael found her nearly-bowlegged steps fucking hot, because he knew why she was walking like that. In fact, he hoped she would be walking a little like that for the next few days.
When she bent over, exposing her ass and pussy to him, she let out a little gasp as her clamped nipples hit the desk. With her curves and petite height, the only way she’d be able to keep her nipples away from the surface of the desk was if she straightened her arms completely - which wouldn’t be easy with her already wobbling from her previous orgasm. Still, she did exactly what he thought she would and straightened her elbows, pushing herself back up and giving him a nice, creamy canvas from her shoulders all the way down to the backs of her legs to work with.
The base of the plug peeked between her cheeks, but he could no longer see the clamp because of her short stature. That was for the best, since he didn’t want to accidentally catch it with the flogger. Every masochist had their pain threshold and he didn’t think too many would actually enjoy having a clamp accidentally torn off their most sensitive organ. Once she couldn’t hold herself in place any longer, he’d either have to switch implements or be extra careful about how he wielded the flogger.
“Good girl, Ellie,” he said as he moved to the cabinets and picked out the heavy leather flogger he knew Patrick kept in the office. It would be thuddy against her skin, a deeper, denser kind of pain which would contrast with the sharper bite on her nipples and clit. Once he got her skin nice and sensitive and pink, he’d switch over to the special new rubber strap he’d brought for tonight. It was thin, whippy, and would sting like hell, especially over freshly beaten skin.
Perfect for Ellie.
