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Our relationship was going in a totally different direction to what I had ever imagined. It had started out as just two people having some fun, granted it was what many people would consider perverted fun, but harmless fun in reality. But now, it was as if we were both on an express train to sado-masochistic depravity. The really scary thing was of course that neither of us new where the final destination would be, but neither of us wanted to get off. And now as I waited for you to answer the door, the train was going to speed up some more, I just hope it did not leave the tracks. You open the door, dressed as I had instructed. My favourite leather under bust corset, black of course, pushing your beautiful breasts up and outwards. I could still see the faint red marks from when I had used the flogger to torture them the last time we were together. As instructed you were wearing stockings, attached with suspenders to the corset, but no panties. Your freshly shaved cunt glowed pink from the obvious recent attention from your razor. The whole stunning effect was emphasised by the black patent shoes with the 4" heels. I pushed your front door open wide and ordered you to stand in the doorway and step back onto the pavement. Anybody walking past would see you for what you are, a slut who just wanted to be fucked. I could see you glancing either side and also to houses across the road for signs of curtain movement. But despite your discomfort, you did not move. That pleased me greatly. "Let's go inside." I instructed to your obvious relief. You automatically stand in the centre of the room and assume the classic submissive position with your hands linked behind your head and your feet slightly apart. I walk up to you and stroke your cheek with the back of my hand. You respond to this by tilting your head slightly and closing your eyes. "Tonight I am going to push and extend your boundaries. I am going to test your love of pain to the limit." You shudder at my words. "You can do to me whatever you want. No safe word, no limits. I trust you will not permanently harm me. A few weeks ago I would also have told you not to permanently mark me, but now I am not sure even about denying that to you." I was not surprised at your admission; I knew we were moving to a completely different level in terms of your limits and boundaries. "Do you want to be blindfolded and gagged?" I ask. "Gag me please, but I want to see what you are going to do to me." You reply. "You may change your mind once you see what is in my bag." "Why? Please don't have any needles in there." You obediently open your mouth to accept the ball gag and I secure it snugly, making sure you are comfortable but unable to talk. Your eyes widen as I take out a pair of leather gloves and slowly pull them on. I reach into the bag and take out my surprise for you, rolled in newspaper. I watch your face for your reaction as I un-wrap the newspaper to reveal a bunch of freshly cut nettles. I could swear I detected a smile, even behind the gag. I take one of the nettle stalks and approach you. "Do you want to be tied up?" I ask. You shake your head in response. I raise the nettle towards your tit and you look straight into my eyes in defiance and take a step forward bring your tit into contact with the nettle. Immediately small red bumps appear on the flesh of your breast. "My, my you are an eager pain slut tonight. Stay still and be patient." I slide the nettle over the other tit, making a nice line of red bumps in its track. You thrust out your tits, demanding more. I pick up a few more nettles and touch your nipple, making you wince and a tear starts to run down your face. I brush the nettles repeatedly over both your nipples, and your tears are now streaming continuously. Even when I stop, I know that the soreness from the nettle stings is continuing. I can see that you want to scratch the soreness, to try and relieve the pain, but you dare not move without permission. I take a red and white polka dot thong from my bag and instruct you to step into them, and I raise them up your legs to cover your cunt and arse. This surprises you. I hardly ever let you wear anything to deny me access to your cunt and arse. With my back to you, I break off the tops of the remaining nettles, about 3 inches in length. Turning towards you, I look straight into your tear strained eyes as I stuff the nettles down the front of the thong. I have to wrap my arm around your back to stop you stepping back. I kiss your tears on your cheek as I rub the front of your thong, making sure the nettles grind into your cunt lips and clitoris. I instruct you to walk around the room, no mean feat at the best of times in the 4" heels, but made even more difficult with the nettles stuffed down the front of your thong. Each step I can see is painful for you, each step causes you to wince and the tears stream down both cheeks. You look at me imploring me to tell you to stop. "Push the nettles into your cunt and keep walking." I instruct you, enjoying every moment of your obvious discomfort. You place a hand on your mound and start to rub yourself through the thin fabric of the thong. "Stand still and face me, but keep rubbing." You obey without question. Your hips start to move in time with your fingers. It is obvious that your have found your own clitoris and are rubbing it and are getting aroused. I am amazed that you are able to mix pain with pleasure so well. "Stop, you are enjoying this too much." You immediately cease your attention given to your clitoris. "Take off the thong." Once again you obey immediately and without question and place your hands behind your head without my bidding. Good girl I think to myself. Your cunt lips are all puffy and swollen and an angry red in colour. The nettles have done their job well. "Go and lie down on your bed, spread your legs wide in readiness for me." I wait five minutes before following you upstairs. As instructed you are lying on the bed, with your legs spread wide apart. In this position I can see how inflamed your cunt lips really are, so much so that your clitoris is totally hidden, despite your wide legged position. I take out the flogger from my bag and position myself at the end of the bed, with your swollen cunt just a foot or so away from me. Our eyes meet as you realise my intentions. You nod in acceptance and try to relax, as if your are trying to zone out in readiness for the flogging to come. I raise the flogger and bring it down squarely on your red raw cunt, not too hard. The next stroke is slightly harder, and I can hear a muffled cry through the ball gag. Again I raise the flogger, and bring it down harder still. Despite the redness of your cunt, there are thing welts from the flogger. Your head shakes from side to side as I continue to flog your cunt, making it redder and more swollen. But I know that you are not shaking your head to get me to stop, not that I would anyway. I am like a man possessed as I flog your cunt harder and harder. You raise your hips to meet every stroke, and try to spread your legs wider to give the thin strips of leather better access. Eventually my arm grows tired and I have to stop. I had flogged your cunt harder and much for longer than I had originally intended. Your cunt lips are so swollen that it is difficult to see your slit, despite your recent shaving. "You know how much I love to fuck you up your ass; it is so tight and responsive. But tonight, your cunt is swollen and hopefully now almost as tight as your arse hole. I am going to fuck you to find out." I quickly undress and get on the bed, positioning myself between your legs, with my cock just inches away from your cunt. Your eyes are wide with terror as the head of my cock approaches your cunt. I place the head at the entrance to your cunt and slowly start to push. Your swollen cunt lips refuse to part at first and only open up as I increase the pressure. Slowly, your cunt accepts my cock, but I can tell from your reaction that it is causing you extreme discomfort. Once past the swollen lips, the slickness inside betrays your obvious arousal. I start to thrust, slowly at first. With each thrust, you wince in pain. This pleases me and encourages me to thrust faster and deeper. My pubic hair just adds to your pain as I slide all the way in and grind myself against you. I can feel myself building towards my climax, and the tears rolling down your cheeks just spur me on, harder and faster. I come with a sudden rush, arching my back as I grind my pubic hair onto your cunt to aggravate the hurt and swelling even more. As I remove the ball gag, I hold you close to me, wiping away the tears, trying to sooth you. "Thank you Kitten..." is all I can say.
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