Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 118

It hit her all at once that she stood in the middle of a true sex dungeon with her clearly as the intended recipient. A mixture of fear and excitement consumed her while taking it all in just standing there looking from item to item in amazement. The scenes on the screen changed randomly. The gang bang played for a couple of minutes before switching to her swallowing a big load from Mr. Michaels and cleaning his dick. There was no telling how many hours of video he really had of her and he could easily make her a porn star if he wanted to. The clips were good quality and well edited. Sarah's pussy gushed as she watched, actually enjoying the sexy display.

He pulled on the leash, grabbing her attention, forcing her to follow. He took her to the X-cross stand and turned her. He tied her wrist and ankle cuffs to each arm of the cross and stretched her limbs as far as they would go with her back resting on the center of the cross and the leash still dangling down her front between her breasts. The cross leaned back at a slight angle so it kept her off balance and up on her tip toes. His hand stroked her sopping wet pussy while he sucked and bit her nipple. Sarah moaned Immediately. "All of this excites you, doesn't it Sarah? The danger of what I can do to you," he teased menacingly.

"Yes sir. That feels so good." It felt like he could read her mind knowing that was exactly how she felt. The anxiety and expectation made the warmth spread through her body and heightened every sensation. "I want to be your good slut and will do anything you say." It scared her how much she really meant every word.

He removed his hand, leaving only briefly to return with a hitachi. He held it on her clit while slapping her breasts. The contrast in sensation soon had her hips grinding and begging to cum. He removed the vibrator and squeezed both nipples hard between his thumb and index finger making her grunt at the pain.

He pulled a big flogger off the wall and swung it over her stomach and thighs, starting lightly but getting stronger with each stroke, alternating between her tits and her pussy in a random pattern. She couldn't help but scream out at the sting of the leather.

Grabbing one of the dildos on a stick of the wall, he fucked her pussy from underneath while putting the hitachi back on her clit and rolling it around in circles. "Your concern should be my pleasure, not yours slut!" he growled.

"Yes sir! Your pleasure. May I come for you sir?" she begged anyway.

"It won't please me if you cum right now Sarah."

Sarah felt a momentary panic knowing the orgasm already threatened to overtake her. Fear of displeasing him robbed her of any pleasure from the instruments tormenting her. Just when she thought he would force the orgasm from her anyway, he dropped the hitachi and started striking the inside of her thigh with a small rectangular shaped paddle without stopping thrusting the fake cock deep into her pussy. A sweat broke out on her forehead as she fought for control over her trembling body. The paddle continued to strike the same spot over and over until the bright pink spot turned a deeper red and the pain intensified taking over her focus. While it hadn't hurt too much at first, the relentless rapidity let the pain build on the ever more sensitive skin. Sarah gasped for breath and begged him to stop, but couldn't move from the attack.

Without warning, he yanked the dildo from inside of her and left for a minute, coming back with a large handful of clothespins. He pinched them onto numerous places on her stomach, sides, thighs, and breasts, including one on each areola just below the nipple. The pinched skin of the first ones applied hurt painfully by the time the last got attached. The hitachi returned, held in place by what looked like a small microphone stand to press it between her pussy lips and pulsate against her sensitive clit while he used a crop to bat at the pins. Each slap against a pin pulled the skin harder and made them hurt more.

Unable to resist the relentless vibrator, she soon begged, "May I cum for you Master?"

His response, "It will not please me if you cum slut," made her groan and roll her the head to the side to continue fighting the shudder of her hips. She hated the way her tortured her between pain and pleasure. And she loved it.

Resolved to not displease him, she gasped, "Please slap the pins off of me. Please Master. I don't want to cum if it will make you unhappy. But I can't stop!" With her body shaking, he patiently teased one of the clothespins on her upper thigh before pulling the crop up high. The wait seemed interminable as Sarah rocked her pelvis urgently. Finally, a quick swat of the crop ripped the pin from her thigh causing it to skitter across the floor, soon followed by Sarah's yelp as the pain sensation hit her brain. A second slapped

off her stomach and a third from her side made her grunt loudly.