She stands naked before him in a mostly empty, industrial looking room, a lamp on a stool beside them illuminating her feminine frame. A criss crossed wooden contraption stands tall behind her with various hooks and chains attached.

“You look so innocent. Why are you here, bunny?”

“I want pain.”

He places his rope around her torso, wrapping it twice under her tits and twice above them. “A good girl knows exactly what she wants and why she wants it, so you’re gonna tell me exactly why you’re here.” The back of his hand runs across her bound breasts.

“Think of it like a confession, to the deepest root of your truth, and if for one second I doubt you or sense you’re holding back, I’ll simply leave. Understand?”

She nods.

“For most of my life I’ve run away,” she pauses, “from opportunities, from success, from failures, from everything.”

“And why is that?” By now her chest harness was complete and her hands were tied behind her back.

“I was afraid,” she whispers.

“Afraid of what?” He asks sternly.

“Afraid of pain”

“And now you want it?” He asks, wrapping rope around her upper thighs, right under her ass cheeks.

“Yes. I used to hate it, but now… now it’s like a drug. You know the saying pain is temporary, but quitting lasts forever?”

He nods, “it’s true.”

“I want to feel like quitting and see how far I can go before I do. And go further every time,” she bites her lip, “that’s the addiction, that’s the medicine, that’s what I want”

He tightens the rope around her hips and moves in front of her. “Look me in the eyes and say it,” he commands, his thumb and index fingers sandwiching her chin.

“I want pain,” she says without breaking eye contact.

“Why?” He lifts her right leg about as high as her hip and ties the rope to a ring above.

“Because I haven’t had enough and I deserve more.”

He moves to the other side and does the same. Now she’s fully suspended with her knees spread like a butterfly’s wings.

“I see,” he says, tracing two fingers down her stomach. “The best way to make someone feel pain,” he reaches his hand down to cup her pussy, “is to first give them immense pleasure.”

He sinks a finger into her already dripping pussy and pulls it out, circling her clit with the slickness. With his other hand he grabs the back of her neck and holds her close to him, whispering in her ear, “don’t you cum without my permission, don’t you dare do it, don’t fucking cum without asking, you hear me?”

Every word was like a threat and she loved it so much that she forced her tied legs to spread wider.

His lips against her ear, the authority in his touch, the way he demanded control of her orgasm, it was dangerously intoxicating. She mumbles gibberish against his chest as her pleasure climbs higher.

“Are you gonna cum? Do you wanna cum?”

“Yes sir, I wanna cum,” she moans.


He holds her in place and continues working her clit, wetness freely flowing over his fingers.

Her legs shake as her pleasure approaches its peak. “Please Sir, can I?”

“Can you what?” He asks menacingly.

Before she answers, he covers her mouth with his, kissing her deeply, then within seconds, his lips and hands are ripped from her body. An insanely weak version of the immaculate orgasm they’d built up to moves through her, her pussy throbbing in desperation as her hunger elevates to something more animal.

“Since you asked so nicely,” he steps toward her and wraps a hand around her throat, “I’m gonna give you pain, bunny. I’m gonna give you punishment and praise and together we’ll touch thresholds you didn’t even know existed.”

He spoke like a prophet, one with a very specific vision.

As the thought of fucking him in church filled her mind, she felt a silicone texture against her pussy. She looked down to see a blue wand and his finger on the power button.

She jerked back when the hitachi hit her clit. It was so powerful that she wanted to cum instantly. He grabbed the leading rope and pulled her back to him.

“Are you gonna cum? Do you wanna cum?”

“Yessss,” she cries. “Please, please!”

As her body begins to tense, he rips the toy away, spanks her inner thighs, and pinches her nipples.

She cries out in desperation, drool running down her chin, as yet another immaculate orgasm goes ruined.