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Chapter 22 Breath Control
“Lie down in the center of the bed on your back. Don’t speak unless I ask you a direct question. I’m going to put you in restraints,” said Faye leading Stacy into the bedroom.
Stacy scooted to the center of the double bed. Faye was well prepared. Each of the four bedposts was equipped with a leather cuff attached by an adjustable nylon strap.
Stacy and Faye had performed oral sex on one another until both climaxed. In spite of the circumstances, Stacy found herself turned on by Faye’s buff figure. It was her first experience with a female body builder. As she traced the veins and arteries that rose slightly above Faye’s skin with her tongue, Stacy became more and more aroused. She loved the sensation of finding hard muscle where normally there was softness. But after both girls had climaxed, Faye was ready for S&M play.
“We’re not going to do anything too serious. I want to stimulate your senses for the Auto-De-Fe,” said Faye as she buckled the leather cuffs around Stacy’s wrists and ankles. Once they were secure, Faye adjusted the straps until Stacy felt stretched like a rubber band. Faye added to the physical tension by wedging a cushion under Stacy’s bottom.
“Have you ever been placed under restraint before,” asked Faye rubbing her hands over Stacy’s body, paying special attention to her breasts.
“No, Mistress, but it turns me on,” said Stacy watching Faye’s hands knead her breasts then pull and twist her nipples.
“Being helpless adds to the eroticism. At least it did for me when I was a submissive,” said Faye sitting on the edge of the bed to switch her attention to Stacy’s vagina. She easily slipped several fingers inside Stacy’s vagina. “I see you don’t have a problem with self-lubrication,”
“Thank you, Mistress, you’re right. It is erotic to be helpless and under someone else’s control,” said Stacy realizing she was completely at Faye’s mercy. She found it both frightening and arousing.
“I can touch you anywhere I want and there is nothing you can do about it,” said Faye placing her hand on Stacy’s sex sliding her fingers downward into the opening. “You’re so wet. Gretchen would call you a gusher.”
“Gretchen,” asked Stacy?
“Fellow domina, she trained me. I was her slave for six months. You’ll get to meet her. She’ll be there tonight,” said Faye removing her glistening fingers and transferring them to Stacy’s mouth. “Taste yourself.”
“Delicious,” said Stacy sucking Faye’s fingers.
“You spoke, naughty girl, and I didn’t ask you anything. I’ll have to punish you,” said Faye getting up and leaving the room.
Faye returned quickly carrying a small glass bowl full of ice cubes. Stacy started to speak then thought better of it.
“I better cool you down. You’ve been a naughty slave,” said Faye taking a cube out of the bowl then sliding it inside Stacy’s vagina. Several others followed the first cube until Stacy’s cunt was packed with ice. Next, she selected a large cube and held it against Stacy’s clitoris.
“I’m freezing,” said Stacy reacting to the cold building in her sex.
“Bad slave girl, be quiet, you need to be punished,” said Faye taking another cube and holding it against Stacy’s nipple.
Stacy’s discomfort grew. Her cunt and clit were freezing. She began to make little cries of pain as her female parts endured the ice. Faye kept pressing fresh cubes against her clit and nipples. Stacy began to twist and plead for Faye to stop. The pain became more and more intense.
Finally, when Stacy was about to loose control and start screaming, Faye relented.
“That’s enough of that,” said Faye removing the ice from Stacy’s nipples and clit. She used her fingers to remove most of the cubes from Stacy’s vagina.
“That’s a mind trip. Isn’t it?” asked Faye soaking up the melted ice with a dishtowel.
“My teeth were about to start chattering,” said Stacy.
“Once when I disobeyed Mistress Gretchen, she made me sit in a bathtub of ice for an hour. I was going out of my mind. I never disobeyed again. Let’s try something more exotic,” said Faye standing up to walk to a nearby dresser.
“Ever experienced the Wartenberg Pin Wheel,” asked Faye holding up one of several metal tools she was holding.
“No, Mistress Faye,” said Stacy eyeing the shiny stainless steel device nervously. It looked simple enough, a handle with a small wheel at one end. Faye used her fingers to spin the wheel. Stacy could see there were needle like points along the circumference.
“I’m surprised since your parents are doctors and this is an actual medical device. Dr Wartenberg, who was a neurologist, invented his wheel to test nerve reactions as it glides over the skin.”
“I never developed an interest in medicine, Mistress Faye.”
“No domina would consider herself properly equipped unless she owned a Wartenberg Pin Wheel,” said Faye placing the wheel on Stacy’s shinbone at the ankle and rolling it toward her knee.
“Jesus Christ,” yelled Stacy reacting to the rolling puncture of her flesh.
“Hurt,” asked Faye?
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Shinbones are sensitive,” said Faye passing the wheel over Stacy’s other leg.
“God, please stop,” screamed Stacy.
“Walls are thin here at the Taymoor,” said Faye taking a ball gag out of the drawer. “Open wide.”
Stacy complied even lifting her head to allow Faye to buckle the leather strap at the base of her skull. The red rubber ball forced her mouth open to the point her jaw hinge ached.
“Something for my scrapbook,” said Faye aiming a camera at Stacy. “Say cheese.”
“Now where was I?” asked Faye picking up the pin wheel and rolling it up and down over the soles of Stacy’s foot. Stacy screamed violently into the gag.
“If you don’t obey me at the Auto-De-Fe, I’ll cane the soles of your feet. That is just the worst. I had it happen to me once. I couldn’t walk for three days. In Arab countries, they punish thieves by hanging them upside down in the market. A buff policeman takes a six-foot bamboo cane and goes to work on their instep. Some of them never walk again.”
Stacy screamed over and over as the wheel traveled from her toes to the base of her heel. Her screams did not stop when Faye moved up to her inner thighs. She twisted and writhed against the straps. Behind the gag, Stacy was begging Faye to stop.
“The best thing about the Wartenberg is how simple it is to control the pain level,” said Faye rolling the wheel over Stacy’s armpit. “You can apply no pressure like this.” Faye lightly held the wheel at it traced a path from Stacy’s elbow along her underarm passing it over her armpit.
Stacy still squirmed in pain as the tiny needles traveled across the flesh.
“Or you can press down and really make it hurt,” said Faye rolling the other arm with greater pressure. The wheel left a trail of bloody dots. Her effort caused Stacy to rise up and arch her back. Her muffled scream filled the small room.
“Must not neglect these beauties,” said Faye moving the wheel to Stacy’s breasts. Faye hesitated for a moment looking up at Stacy. “You have the most beautiful expressive eyes. Right now they’re saying please Mistress Faye. Don’t hurt me any more. I’ll do anything you say just don’t roll the wheel over my perfect tits. Too bad.” Faye rolled the wheel back and forth over Stacy’s nipple and areola.
Stacy couldn’t believe the level of pain as the sharp points tortured first one breast then the other. It was inescapable. There was no way to control or ignore the agony as each needle created its own dot of physical hell. Stacy twisted in her bonds as Faye tortured her breasts.
“Now for the finale,” said Faye resting the wheel on Stacy’s clit giving her a few seconds to recover. “I don’t think we women are as sensitive down there as men. I once saw a mistress suck her male slave hard till where he was just about to shoot. She tied sash chord around his cock and balls stopped his orgasm in mid flight. Then she put her wheel right on the tip of his cock. You could see the bastard was praying to every God in heaven and hell for her to stop. She just smiled as she rolled the wheel from his piss hole, down the underside of his shaft, over his balls to his anus, sort of like this.”
Stacy bit into the rubber ball between her teeth as her clitoris experienced the wheel then the soft flesh that lead to he vagina. The wheel rotated over her vagina piercing the flesh surrounding her opening then moving downward creating agony each millimeter it traveled. Finally it moved across her anus.
“All done,” said Faye setting the wheel aside then reaching behind Stacy to remove the ball gag.
“Water, please,” begged Stacy?
“Now that wasn’t so bad,” said Faye cradling Stacy’s head in her lap as she offered her a sip of water.
“It was God awful,” said Stacy as she sipped. “I can’t imagine anything worse.”
“The next part will be much easier. I need a piss break. You just rest here because we are not done,” said Faye.
Stacy listened as Faye went into the bathroom to urinate. It was several minutes before Faye returned.
“If you can keep quiet, I won’t have to gag you again,” said Faye waling over to her dresser and opening a bottom drawer.
Stacy watched as Faye removed a leather harness from a drawer then buckled it around her waist before she tightened the buckles of the belting circling her thighs.
“Most strap on harnesses are cheap imports and don’t work very well. This one is hand made by Mistress Kendra in Derry, New Hampshire. You should check out her WEB site. I bought it when I was working at Elite. You’d be surprised by how many straight men love having a cock in their ass,” said Faye reaching back in the drawer to remove an enormous double-ended dildo.
“This is a custom fitted dildo,” said Faye. For an extra fee, you can visit her studio where she makes a rubber mold of your vagina. “Ever seen anything like that?”
“No, Mistress Faye,” said Stacy who had almost recovered from her ordeal.
“That is how the inside of my pussy looks,” said Faye holding up the slightly shorter odd shaped end as she squirted lubricant over the surface. “This rough patch goes right up against your G-spot. I highly recommend you get one of these.”
“Would you please email me the name of her WEB site,” asked Stacy.
“Sure, fits like a glove,” said Faye as she eased the dildo inside her cunt. That left the much larger banana shaped end dangling menacingly in front. Faye slapped it down several times to demonstrate for Stacy how it popped back in place. “The harness is made of glove leather and it stays in place.”
“I definitely want one for myself, Mistress Faye. Portia loves dildos. You have to hold the one we bought at the adult store or it moves around.”
“This baby is made for pounding pussy and ass,” laughed Faye as the dildo swayed back and forth.
“God, it’s huge,” whispered Stacy staring at the object.
“Sorry, did you say something?” asked Faye?
“No, Mistress, I didn’t speak,” said Stacy realizing Faye wanted to return to the role-play.
“Good you’re learning,” said Faye as she twisted the dildo locking it firmly to the front of the harness. “One of my best customers when I was escorting full time was a lawyer at a downtown Boston firm. He was a full partner with his name on the door and this huge home in the suburbs. Maybe it was Weston. I can’t recall. He had a daughter who would be about your age.”
God I wonder if I’m going to survive my night at Faye thought Stacy as Faye took a seat on the side of the bed.
“Baxter Fleming was his name. He was in his late forties, handsome as a movie star, and very distinguished looking. You know any Flemings?”
“Sorry, I don’t think so,” said Stacy not mentioning the fact she’d gone to school with Adele Fleming and her father was a lawyer.
“Baxter was into kink. First, I had to completely shave his cock and balls. Cross-dressing was the next phase. I had to bring a wig, lingerie and make up. Next, we’d play horsy. I’d ride him around his office, whipping his ass with a ridding crop. Then the crazy bastard would lie face down across his desk sobbing while I swatted his rear with an antique hairbrush he kept in his safe. The hairbrush had some childhood significance but I never learned what it was. For a finale, I’d place this dildo right up against his brown eye and give it a slight push just enough he knew it was there. He’d start to cry. After he begged and pleaded for me not to sodomize him, I would proceed to ass fuck the shit out of him. The really odd part was that he called me Lucinda the entire time. Later I learned he had an older sister named Lucinda. Weird, but it was an easy five hundred.”
“Sex is strange, Mistress Faye,” said Stacy feeling that Faye’s story required some kind of comment.
In spite of the fact her vagina was still store, Stacy felt her lust growing as she looked at Faye’s muscular body adorned with the enormous faux cock. The column of latex waved back and forth as Faye searched her dresser drawer some additional toy.
“There you are,” said Faye removing a large butt plug and a fresh plastic bottle of lubricant from the drawer and tossing them on the bed. They landed next to Stacy’s head. Stacy eyed the cone shaped butt plug apprehensively. Portia had used a smaller one to train her for anal intercourse. She had spent a half hour learning to relax with her rectum filled to bursting. Faye’s butt plug was at least twice the diameter of Portia’s.
Stacy read the lubricant label aloud while Faye returned to looking through the dresser drawer. “Silky smooth lubricant, velvety soft, and long lasting, it never gets sticky or dries out.”
“Here it is,” said Faye holding up a blood pressure cuff attached to a black rubber bulb as she walked back to the bed.
She can’t be going to take my blood pressure thought Stacy.
“I need to retie you,” said Faye undoing the Velcro fastener that held the nylon straps attached to Stacy’s ankles. She raised Stacy’s leg then attached it to the same bedpost as her wrist. When Faye finished the other leg and tightened the straps, Stacy was bent double with her legs in a wide. Her weight was distributed along her back and shoulders.
“It’s called the nun’s position,” said Faye stepping back to take another picture of Stacy in her trussed up state.
“Why was it called that, Mistress Faye,” asked Stacy?
“The Mother Superior would tie the novices this way to keep them from masturbating. It was also very convenient for the priest or bishop wandered in for a piece of tail,” said Faye picking up the butt plug.
“It’s very large, Mistress Faye,” said Stacy. “Is there anything smaller?”
“No, this is it. Mark said you were into anal so I borrowed this from one of my gay friends who is into fisting. Think of it as a bushing to tighten you up so you’ll really feel it when I fuck your pussy,” said Faye squeezing some of the lubricant on her fingers then working them into Stacy’s anus.
Stacy moaned as Faye’s fingers stretched her anal ring and entered her rectum. After several minutes in which Faye progressed from one finger to four, Faye picked up the butt plug, re-coated it with lubricant then pressed the pointed tip against the center of Stacy’s now relaxed and lubricated sphincter.
“I could slowly ease this inside you, taking it slow, letting you get used to it until your anal ring was ready to accommodate the widest part or on the other hand I could do this,” said Faye quickly forcing the plug all the way inside Stacy’s anus.
“Oh, fuck, it hurts. Take it out,” yelled Stacy her rectum on fire. The intense pain caused Stacy to writhe from side to side straining at the cuffs causing the bed to shake.
“Take a few deep breaths. Here, I’ll distract you,” said Faye taking a small multi-strand whip out of the nightstand drawer and slapping it down on Stacy’s sex. The clear polymer strands landed with a smack on Stacy’s vulva creating an incredibly sharp sting. Faye’s strength made even the most casual blow painful.
“Oh shit, that hurt,” said Stacy her pussy on fire.
“So what hurts worse, your pussy or your ass,” asked Faye striking even harder this time. Each of the strands created a narrow line of pain across Stacy’s sex causing her body to buck and twist.
“Pussy, my pussy hurts worse,” said Stacy realizing her rectum had relaxed. It still felt painfully full as if someone had put a log inside her but the torment had lessened considerably.
“Are you sure? How about your right tit,” asked Faye slapping the whip down on Stacy’s breast?
“Please stop,” cried Stacy twisting in her bonds. There were tears in her eyes.
“Or your left?” asked Faye whipping each breast in turn before delivering a particularly hard blow to Stacy’s sex.
Stacy twisted in pain, her breasts and sex on fire.
“Please, I’ll do anything just don’t hit me any more,” begged Stacy.
“I’ll stop if you tell me you love me,” said Faye reaching down to partially extract the butt plug then pushing it back inside Stacy’s rectum. Stacy’s anus tightly clinched the narrow neck of the handle. Faye used the handle to rotate the butt plug causing Stacy additional pain.
“I love you,” said Stacy.
“Say I love you Mistress Faye with all my heart.”
“I love you Mistress Faye with all my heart.” Stacy desperate to escape the pain, tried hard to sound sincere.
“Hurt someone bad enough and they’ll say anything,” said Faye setting the whip aside then leaning down to kiss Stacy.
“Close your eyes and relax, I’m going to make you cum,” said Faye breaking the kiss and reaching for the warming jell.
Stacy’s rectum had relaxed to the point there was no burning pain. There was, however, a sense of strong pressure inside her abdomen. Grateful that the whipping had ceased, Stacy relaxed her body as Faye rubbed the warming jell into her sex.
For the next few minutes, Stacy enjoyed the oral and digital manipulations of Faye. She alternated between Stacy’s sex, breasts, and mouth, slowly bringing her to a fierce climax.
“Now you’re ready for a Mistress Faye special. I don’t do this for just any slave,” said Faye reaching for the blood pressure cuff after wiping her hands on a towel. Faye raised Stacy’s head as she circled her neck with the blood pressure collar. She pressed the Velcro fastener together. “This is the ultimate in a mind fuck,” said Faye as she repeatedly squeezed the rubber bulb inflating the collar.
My God she’s going to choke me to death thought Stacy starting to twist in her restraints.
“Don’t panic. We’re going to practice asphyxaphalia,” said Faye. “I’ve done this a hundred times and nobody has died yet.”
“Asphya-what,” asked Stacy?
“Never heard of being choked during intercourse, it’s been in the media,” said Faye taking a position between Stacy’s outstretched legs using the dildo’s head to part her labia.
“I don’t think this is a good idea,” said Stacy.
“Who gives a fuck what you think, silly slave? Now be quiet or I’ll gag you,” said Faye easing the cock head into Stacy’s opening.
“It’s too big,” said Stacy reacting to the pain. She could feel the cock pressing against the butt plug. My God I’m not hollow thought Stacy feeling the pressure on her internal organs.
“No, its not,” said Faye pushing to gain a few more inches of penetration.
“You’re splitting me apart,” groaned Stacy trying to shift her body to accommodate the large objects inside her body.
“If I do, they can sew you back together,” said Faye taking hold of Stacy’s hips then using then for leverage, forcing the dildo all the way inside Stacy.
“You’re killing me,” cried Stacy her body on fire.
“This is the part where you’ll really think I’m killing you,” said Faye giving the blood pressure cuff several pumps.
Stacy fought to breathe as the cuff narrowed her air passage. Faye moved back and forth causing the dildo to withdraw to where it was barely in her entrance before her muscular compact body slammed it forward bringing the rubber spines of the strapon cock’s clitoral stimulator into contact with Stacy’s clit. Faye ground the spines into Stacy’s nerve dense flesh as her mouth sucked and bit into her breasts.
Intense abdominal pressure coupled with pain from multiple locations magnified by the panic of not being able to breathe, brought Stacy to a level of sensation she would not have thought possible. At some point, Faye squeezed the black rubber bulb enough to completely close Stacy’s throat. As Stacy began to black out from lack of oxygen, she experienced an orgasm so intense she thought she was dying.
The hiss of air escaping accompanied by the relaxing of the pressure cuff brought her back to consciousness. After a moment’s respite, Faye recommenced her efforts. Three times Faye choked to the threshold of unconscious. Each time Stacy had an orgasm. Finally on the fourth time, Stacy lost consciousness completely.
“Wake up, Slave Stacy,” said Faye flicking cool water on Stacy’s face from the bowl of melted ice. Faye had removed the cuffs and the butt plug.
“That was awesome,” said Stacy stretching.
“Some people have an out of body experience. Did you find yourself running toward the light?”
“Something like that,” said Stacy feeling incredibly relaxed.
“We can nap for two hours then we have to start getting dressed,” said Faye slipping under the cover to take Stacy in her arms.
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