Slapped Slut

Out came the scissors, He asked me to pull the hairs tight so that it raised the skin up on my pussy. I could see the danger as the blades came closer, He could so easily cut the skin. I could feel the coolness as He rested the scissors against my skin. I was bracing myself against the pain that He might inflict. I knew He was playing with me but I could not help it.

He pulled my panties down to get a closer look. He thought that pulling the hairs out slowly one by one with a pair of pliers might be more fun or he could burn them off for a smoother finish. I tried to remain calm and impassive as the thought ran around my head, the scissors now seemed like a good idea for a punishment.

My pubes must have been over an inch long now and I liked the contrast between smooth and scratchy. I was not looking forward to the scissors getting close to my skin and no doubt he would tease me with them first just to make me nervous. Another lesson in trust, not everything ended in a punishment. He said he had to be cruel to be kind in order for me to learn my lessons well.

I had been growing a landing strip on my pussy for a little while now, normaly it is clean shaven but thought it would make a change and He seemed to like the look and feel of it too. But He had grown weary of it and so the bush had to be trimmed. With scissors! ! The thought of Him with a pair of scissors in His hands, what if His hands started to shake.

I was told to expect a treat for the weekend, why does that make me suspicious and nervous shouldn’t I be accepting and trust Him to have my best interests at heart? He told me to wear the same party outfit as before and to be ready at 8pm. He made me kneel on the rear seat facing the side window so that at his command I could flash my tits at the truckers (I hoped that none of them knew me). We came to a stop at the back of some tall industrial units and was shown to a parking bay. He said he had business to conduct with the owner of a club called the Attic who I was to be “nice” to.  It was a small private club with about 30 guests and as the evening progressed they sloped off into the back room for a little action. No photography was allowed so I only have the party outfit to show you but part of the club was a dungeon where filming and photography takes place in out of club hours so I think it is a case of “watch this space”.

I thought I would be glad when the suction cups came off but instead of pressing the the flesh at the side of the cup to release the suction and let the air in gently He took hold of both cups and pulled  to see how firmly they were attached.  The were firmly stuck and as he pulled I could not help but to step forwad towards him as the suction was so strong. So He used the rope from my tied tits to attach me to the bed post and then he could use his full force to tug the cups, he ignored my pleas to be gentle and was really stretching my poor tits. I thought He would pull my tits off and I was so pleased to hear the slurping sound of the air racing back into the cups releasing me and feel the blood rush back into my abused tits.

At first the suction was quite a pleasant feeling but as the vacuum pulled my tits further and further into the cup it was stretching the skin of my nipples tighter and it became more painful, not helped by Him deciding to slap the exposed skin of my tits with the crop. He let me get used to the amount of suction being used and increased it every 5 minutes sometimes pulling at the cups to see how tight they were. He wanted to see how puffy my nipples would be once the cups were released and if they had leaked.

Spurred on by the last tit whipping and seeing my nipples leaking fluid He decided to try out some suction tools. So out came the rope again, I quite enjoy feeling the rope tighten against my skin, the  way it restricts my breathing. I thought when He produced the suction cups that it would feel quite pleasant and for a start I was correct.

He continued to abuse my tits with the whip while he pushed either his cock or balls into my mouth. The lashing was really hurting me and my nipples were so sore, it felt as if my poor nipples were bleeding and I daren’t look at them but when I did they were so engorged and seeping fluid. He laughed and said “you must have enjoyed that so much to produce such a result”. The surprise made me forget for a moment how much they hurt and I wondered if this was an unusual phenomemom or not.

While sucking cock his balls were cutting off my air as they rested across my nostrils and so he stuffed them into my mouth, He said I may as well choke on them as His cock. Both of his balls would not fit in my mouth at the same time so he forced his fingers into my throat until I could accomodate them. Thank goodness his cock was too big to be pushed in as well.