The President's Club They both were still for a while, recuperating from the intensity of the initial orgasms. But there was a long night ahead of them. He still had a lot of frustrations to work out. Jerking Karin’s hungry mouth up off his prick by her long blonde hair, Sam stood up suddenly. Without his solid prick for support, she collapsed in a lovely heap on the floor. Even as she oozed over onto her side, she was graceful and alluring. He gazed at her loveliness for a moment, marveling once more at her beauty. Then, leaning over her, he reached down and helped her to her shaky feet. She still had on the dark thigh-high stockings and her high heels. She swayed unsteadily back and forth, finally leaning heavily into him, resting her head on his broad chest. They stayed like that for several moments, he smelling the delicate fragrance of her hair, she listening to the steady beat of his heart. They could have ended the kinky activities right then and just gone into her bedroom and fucked the rest the night and into the next day. Or into the next week. He had no doubt he would be able to rise to the occasion repeatedly with this incredible woman simply because she was lying beside him. He had cum in her mouth twice, and more importantly, he had stilled the most urgent of the dark desires. The urges surged up within him without warning, as they had when he had spied her by the pool those many weeks ago. They could only be still by the little sex games they had played so far this evening. Contrary to Bruce’s opinion, he was not a mean bastard. He did not hurt women just to cause pain. In fact, every woman he had ever tied up, spanked, or whipped knew exactly what was going to happen before it happened and each one had the opportunity to refuse. Very few ever had refused him. A very young Sam had learned from an older lover that pain, for some women, could enhance their sexual enjoyment. This wizened lover had taught him to watch for the signs of a woman’s arousal and of other signs when her limits were reached. Since they had gone their separate ways, he had learned of other signs that told of a limit that could be stretched, or of a desire for more. This vixen he had secured for tonight had no limits he could detect. She incited his bloodlust as no partner ever had before. He wanted to push her, to find the edges that defined this creature. He wanted to give her as much pleasure – and pain – as she could bear. From his past experiences, he knew this Karin Saunders was a rare find. Moving her off his chest and into the crook of his strong right arm to hold her up, he led her over to a heavy leather upholstered chair he had positioned in another part of the room. He turned her to face away from him and then moved carefully forward, forcing her to move with him until the arm of the chair pressed into the front of her thighs. He pushed on her smooth shoulders and bent her over the arm of the chair. This put her ass at just the right height for ramming his cock in either of the orifices she offered up in that position. He told her to stay still, not to move. He walked over to the wall and flipped two light switches. The first plunged the room into darkness, turning out the single spotlight. The second turned on a spotlight he had adjusted to illuminate the heavy leather chair. The lighting was dramatic, but so much stimulation came from the visual senses. He stepped back to her and admired her standing there, bent over the chair. He ran his hand over the still glowing cheeks of her smooth ass. If he had read about this in a story in a sex newsgroup, he wouldn’t have believed it was realistic, but the fact was he was getting hard again. This was highly unusual for him. Hell, it was unusual for any male outside of erotic fiction. Taking advantage of her obedience at holding her pose, he finished undressing. He stopped to admire and touch lightly the beauty before him twice more before he was completely nude. Bent over the arm of the chair, her large tits were mashed into the rough leather upholstery of the seat. Her feet were spread wide at his insistence, opening her up, inviting him to plunder her treasures that she willingly exposed to his view. Her hands, still bound, pressed into the small of her back. Her head was turned to the side, allowing her to breathe. Her eyes were closed tightly in anticipation of his next action. Padding barefoot into the kitchen, he quickly found three dishtowels neatly folded in a cupboard. Returning to the form bent over the chair, he tied one trim ankle to back leg of the heavy chair with one of the small towels. Spreading her legs about 6 inches wider than they were, he then secured the other ankle to the front leg of the chair. He met with no resistance from her during all of this. She complied with his slightest indication or touch. When he wanted her to move her foot, all it took was the slightest pressure in the direction he wished her to move. He ran his hands up the outside of her legs, lingering over the soft curves, marveling at their firmness and tone. He paused again when his hands reached her hips. He could still feel the heat radiating from her pink cheeks. He traced with his fingertip the criss-crossed lines the leather belt had left on her unblemished skin. He noticed there were no marks from prior beatings or spankings. Usually, some untrained dominant would get too excited, swing too hard, and break the skin. It always left a small mark, sometimes imperceptible. He looked closer, his grazing fingertip following and caressing the areas examined by his eyes. When he had examined her ass, he kneeled down and examined the backs of her thighs, knees and calves. The skin in this area was so soft and could be pulled tight by being bent over, as she was now. It could easily be damaged if one was not extremely careful. Again he found no marks. His excitement at the prospect of truly having a novice was building. That would be just too good to be true. It was a special thrill – as well as a privilege and tremendous responsibility – to break in a novice. He stood up and moved behind her to continue his examination of her arched back. He leaned over her, pressing his swelling cock into the crack of her taut ass. This exam also revealed no marks or scars. It was truly amazing. He kneeled down in front of the chair and caressed her mussed hair. She moved her head to facilitate, turning her face towards him. She lazily opened her eyes and slowly focused on his face. She had felt it in his caresses, now she could see the blazing excitement in his eyes. But there was more there, too. There was a battle with a darkness waging within him. He needed to exorcise that darkness, or learn to control it, before it completely took him over. Before he could speak, she simply said, “More? Please?” He leaned over and gently kissed her sweaty cheek. He took the third towel and gagged her securely. She opened her mouth at his command and he filled it with the knot he had tied in the center of the towel. It took some shoving but it was finally behind her teeth. Without being told she turned her head away from him and pointed her chin down so he could tie the towel firmly behind her neck. He swept her hair up off her neck and tied the two ends of the towel tightly. His fingers lingered over the soft hairs at the back of her neck. She was so frail, so fragile, so trusting. He almost stopped as he toyed with those fine hairs, but steeled himself to play out at least the rest of the night. Let tomorrow take care of tomorrow. He shook himself. He was already thinking of tomorrow, the future. This was some scary bitch! Finally, he untied her hands and retied them together in front of her, extended over her head. Using the long free end of his tie, he pulled her hands and arms up and over the other arm of the chair. He fastened the tie to the front leg of the chair. Tying her arms like that levered her head up and brought her torso parallel to the seat cushion. Her tits lifted up off the leather seat cushion. They swung freely, the sensitive nipples just grazing the coarse leather, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Each wave ended at her cunt. He kneeled down in front of the chair again. She turned her head to look at him. Her eyes were shining brightly. His long and tender examination of her ass, thighs and back had aroused her to a fever pitch. She was ready to explode at his first touch. "Are you ready for your real punishment now, Karin?" His voice was steady, betraying his intense arousal. She nodded hesitantly, unsure what he meant by her ‘real’ punishment. She had thought the spanking she had just received was real enough. But she was willing to trust this handsome stranger. Besides, she wasn’t really in a position to object. "Are you sure, Karin? If you’ve had enough, we can stop." He had thought he detected a bit of hesitation. Best to be sure. She gave him a confirming nod, no hesitation this time. Returning to the straight-backed wooden chair he used originally, he retrieved his belt. As he slowly walked back to the trussed woman, he admired once more the perfect curves of this woman. She was tensed, eager for him to continue, to vent his rage on her virgin flesh. Swinging the belt back, he brought the smooth leather hide forcefully into contact with her right thigh, just above the back of the knee. Her eyes flew open with the unexpectedness of this sudden and very painful attack. The non-sexual pain seared up her leg, past her cunt and drove deep into her belly, forming a knot she couldn’t breathe around. She felt as if she would vomit from the intensity of the pain. The next stroke was placed just above the last. She began thrashing about in panic, fear and her natural flight instinct eradicating all vestiges of sensual pleasure from her body. Her gag kept her constant screaming to a quiet murmur. He ignored her panicked jerking and worked up her right thigh until the hard, fast blows were just below her cunt lips. The pain so close to her sexual core began to arouse her again. Groaning in disbelief at her body’s betrayal of her once again, she rolled her hips sensuously, rubbing her mound against the arm of the chair, seeking additional stimulation for her trembling clit. Just as she was about to leap into a tremendous cum, he began on the other leg, starting just above her knee, working the lashes slowly up to just below her ass. The effect this time was the same as before. The overwhelming pain from the savage blows to the back of her knee effectively blocked her pending orgasm. Then, as he worked his way higher on her leg, that arousal returned, stronger than before. This time it seemed to be doubled, and she trembled excitedly as she waited for the next blow to take her over the edge of the climactic abyss. He stopped for a moment to assess the effects of the beating. The backs of her widespread legs glowed with a deep inner fire. Because she was bent over and her leg muscles were stretched tight, he knew she would feel this whipping for several days. But he also noticed the cunt juice leaking – hell, flowing down her legs. Bending down he placed his nose just against her anus. He could feel the vibrations in his nose as she began screaming at his first light touch. Licking out with his tongue, he cleaned up her salty musky legs. Kneeling up under her crotch, he tilted his head to fit his mouth to her cunt and sucked as much of her into his mouth as he could. She continued to cream into his mouth and scream into the towel. The different stimuli he was giving her body were too much for her to take. She was torn between the pain and the pleasure. The one was so good, but the other made that one even better. She knew he would hurt her again. She wanted him to hurt her. Somehow, she was beginning to understand she needed to receive it as much as he needed to give it. But he was so gentle in between it drove her crazy. His slightest touch and she would violently orgasm in a sexual release she had never dreamed possible. The difference between the two sides to his lovemaking made her enjoy each of them more. She had lost track of the number of her orgasms. It felt as if she had not stopped coming since she stepped out of the elevator and saw him standing there like a shy schoolboy. His tongue left her twat and slid along her crack to visit her ass hole. He palmed her rosy ass cheeks and placed his thumbs next to the tight rosebud. With a firm pressure, he spread her open in an obscene invitation to come and visit. She could barely move, but she made the effort to thrust her exposed bunghole out to him. He felt her backward pressure and grinned to himself. She was a greedy bitch, and he meant that in the nicest way possible. Pushing lightly, he got an inch of his tongue into her past her sphincter. Slowly sawing in and out, he massaged the ass muscle with his thick tongue. New thrills chased up her spine at this novel invasion. She reached a new level of excitation and expectation. There was no thought in her mind to stopping. She would accept whatever he wanted to do to her. Sensing her heightened excitement, he left his butt burrowing. He stood and moved to position himself next to her. Her arched back presented a perfect target for whipping. He started beating her high on her smooth back, up next to her shoulders. He used a figure ‘8’ stroke, criss-crossing his strokes all the way down her back to the beginning swell of her ass cheeks. His strokes were firm and forceful, but not excessive. He wanted to carry her forward, past all her reservations about pain and pleasure. This beating was not intended to stop her orgasm altogether, but rather to delay it until every fiber of her body would be suffused with sexual energy. Karin writhed in glorious agony with the pain of the beating and the emptiness of her cunt and ass hole. She was not sure which pain is greater. And these sensations melded with her growing need to cum. The burning need in her loins, not just from the emptiness, but from the need to be filled, to be used, to cramp every muscle around a hot throbbing shaft of male flesh. All these sensations collided in her inexperienced mind and blossomed into a full-blown craving. She started grunting rhythmically, in time to the tattoo of the belt on her back As the lashes approached her ass, the anticipation of him striking her there became unbearable. She swayed her hips back and forth, trying to seduce him into diverting the next blow, then the next, then the next. Without warning, he leaned over and began to lash her so that the thick end of the belt reached around her side and smacked the tender sides of her swollen tits. First on one side and then the other. The surprise, the pain, and the glorious sensations shot from the tips of her swollen orbs directly to her clit. She began to cum, hard and long, without breaks. She took off like a rocket and never looked back. After several deliberate measured direct hits on her nipples, her system reached the extent of its capability. Her skyrocketing orgasm short-circuited her brain and she swooned, collapsing in her bonds onto the arms of the chair. He saw his young victim faint in the chair and stopped whipping her. For long moments he stood beside her, amazed at her endurance. When his breathing evened out he moved around behind her, between her legs. He placed the head of his cock at the entrance of her vagina. He held there, not moving, almost in reverence. With a single lunge, he shoved all ten inches of his re-hardened cock into her sopping tunnel. He fucked her with a slow movement in and out, pulling out until only the engorged head remained embedded inside of her. Gradually, she regained her senses, thrilling to the novel fullness of his cock moving inside her. She urged him as best she could to a faster fucking pace with her limited hip movements, rotating and twisting as much as her bonds would allow. "So, you're back with the living?" An enthusiastic nod 'yes.' "Good. I wouldn't want you to miss this next part." He pulled himself out of her, much to her dismay. She tried to look back at him, her eyes tearing in sadness. Positioning his cock head at her rear portal, he slowly pushed forward. He grabbed a creamy ass cheek in each hand and pulled them apart as far as he could. She screamed into her gag. The fat head of his cock pushed hard against the straining sphincter, splitting it wider and wider. She thought she would be ripped apart. The pain was intense, worse than anything she had ever felt before, including the rape with the plunger. Frantic thoughts ripped through her mind. "He is too big! He will tear me up! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!" The head of his iron hard cock suddenly plopped past the courageous, but over-matched involuntary muscle of her asshole. He stopped pushing as soon as it breached that bottleneck to give her a chance to accommodate to his size. The pain in her butt eased slightly and she was able to catch her breath. The telephone pole in her rectum was huge, but slowly her anal tissues stretched out and relaxed. The pain was replaced by an oddly pleasant feeling of being stuffed in the nastiest way possible. She blushed at this new betrayal of her untried body, closing her eyes as the erotic feelings took possession of her. He felt her tensions drain and slid forwards another inch, burying more of himself into her. She gasped at this new invasion, but shoved her ass back up against him as best she could, wanting more. He accommodated her wishes. Still more of the hard cock slid up her poop chute until finally, she felt his balls lightly swinging against her cunt. "I'm in." His statement was one of amazed fact. She nodded her head. "It's tight. Your ass is so fucking tight. It's the absolute best!" He slowly began to pump in and out. She helped him as much as she could. Normally, on the two or three occasions in his entire life he had gotten it up more than twice, he had lasted almost an hour before he blasted off the third time. Never had he gone four times in one evening, and the evening was still young. But this time, because of the vice-tight grip of her ass hole, he felt himself peaking after only 15 or so strokes. Feeling the inevitability of his eruption, he drove himself quickly to conclusion. As he blasted off, he buried as much of his cock in her ass as he could, squirting his juice deep into her bowels. He fell forward onto her striped back. His prick deflated and slithered out of the previously virgin hole with a soft kissing sound. His white cum leaked out for a little while until her sphincter reinstated its tight seal on the contents of her rectum. Sam shook himself. He went into her bathroom, and looked through the medicine cabinet until he found the things he was seeking. He carried them back into the living room, where he poured some lotion into his hands to warm it up. With her still bound to the chair he began rubbing the healing and soothing lotion into her legs, her back and her fuckable ass. Last, he reached under her and gently massaged her heaving tits with the soothing lotion. He untied her legs and removed the gag. Leaving her hands still tied in front of her, he loosened the tie from the leg of the chair and helped her to her feet. Placing her bound arms around his neck, her tied wrists behind his neck, he gently lifted and carried her into the bedroom. He laid her down on the four poster canopied bed, then stood and surveyed his surroundings. She caught his attention and held her hands out and up to him, silently asking if they were to be untied. He checked the bonds to determine if they were cutting off the blood or chaffing her wrists. Seeing that they were not too tight, he smiled and shook his head at her. Her eyes got wide as she realized there was more in store for her that night. She closed her eyes and relaxed into his will. He smiled at her surrender, but she didn’t see it. He took her hands and raised them over her head. He tied them with the loose end of his now wrinkled tie to the headboard of her bed. She was again fully exposed to his whims. His hands teased and caressed her straining breasts. Flicking her swollen nipples sharply, he held up several clothespins, squeezing one open and letting it snap shut. Her eyes flew open at the unfamiliar, but ominous sound. "Ready for round two?" he asked her wickedly. He already knew her answer Her eyes opened wide with realization that she had finally met a man who could fulfill all of her fantasies ... and more. She groaned as he got up from beside her. She watched him silently as he wandered around her room. He made a motion as if to open her dresser drawers, but looked to her for permission before he actually explored her personal items. She nodded it was OK, an amused expression on her face. When he finished with her dresser, he searched through her bedside nightstand drawers, not sure what he was looking for or what he would find. He was still learning about this bewitching girl on the bed. To his surprise, he found a couple of vibrating dildos. Eight and ten inches of solid shaking rubber. Holding them up to her, he grinned. "Isn’t one enough for you?" She blushed, even though she knew he was teasing. "I just got them this week. I, uh, I just wanted to have something, uh, well, uh, I though I needed....” She changed her track. “The lady at the store said to use one at a time. Since I didn’t know what size I liked, she gave me a couple of different sizes that she liked. She said that way I could have variety. But I haven't used them, yet. Honest!" She blushed a deeper red at that admission. "Well, we'll have to try some variety, too." He went to her dresser and retrieved two long scarves he had seen there. They were expensive, but he would replace them later. Fastening one to each of her ankles, he secured her wide spread legs to the end posts of the bed. Taking a pillow, he shoved it under her ass, elevating her blonde muff and further exposing her cunt. She watched him silently, her pounding heart jiggling her tits with each pulse. Her breathing had settled down, but the anticipation was building in her. He picked up the black 10-inch dildo and brought it up close to her cunt. Turning it on he rubbed the realistic head over her clit. "AAAAAHHHHHH SHIT! OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD!!!!!" Her head snapped back into the mattress as the electrifying sensations coursed through her body. Her juices began to flow again, lubricating her cunt walls. Pushing the realistic cock head lower and in, he inserted the dildo completely up her snatch. The vibrator was still on. The unfamiliar vibrations focused all her feelings in her loins. With her eyes closed and her head rolling around, she didn't see him pick up the second rubber prick until he placed the head to her lips. "Suck it good, Karin. Get it good and wet." She opened her mouth obediently and swallowed the hunk of rubber as far as she could, making a gagging sound as it hit the back of her throat. It was smaller than his cock, but this was stiff and unforgiving. It was harder to get down her throat at this angle, too. But she did manage it. Shoving it in and out a couple of times, he pulled it out and put the tip against her anal sphincter. "How's this for variety?" he asked her as he shoved the smooth sided vibrator up her ass. Since she was already stretched out from his thumb and his cock, the spit-lubed rubber prick slid all the way home with no discomfort. With a twinkle in his smiling eyes he turned this one on as well and turned to leave the room. With tension growing rapidly in her assailed genital area, she watched him leave her room. The clothespins were lying there on the bed beside her. They were the new ones with tight springs. She had just bought them last week and hadn't even used them. What they would do to her if he used them she couldn't imagine, but just thinking about the squeezing pain made her nipples stand stiff and erect. They were swollen with the sudden surge of adrenaline pumped blood. The constant vibrations dominating her nether region were building to a tantalizing promise of orgasmic release, but without direct stimulation to her clit she knew she couldn't climax. The way he had tied her left her no way to touch, rub, wiggle, or roll. She started to moan in glorious agony and laid back to enjoy the tortuous ride that this mysterious man was taking her on. Several minutes passed. She heard him in the other parts of her apartment, opening and closing drawers and cupboard doors. Sometimes he would give a wicked chuckle as he found something in the kitchen or the other room that tickled his fancy. She shuddered at what was in store for her. "Miss me?" he smirked as he stood over her in the darkened bedroom. She jumped, surprised at his nearness. She had drifted off into her own world of tormented bliss and had not heard him come in. He was holding his hands behind his back. He knelt down and placed the items he had discovered on the floor, out of her sight. Leaning over her, he kissed her tenderly, passionately on the lips. He broke off with difficulty. Looking directly into her blue eyes, he asked, "Do you want to go on? The rest will be painful, but rewarding. I think it will be a new experience for you". She smiled at his comment. “This has all been a new experience for me.” “I thought as much. Maybe you want to take it easy your first time, save some for later?” She was quiet for a minute. Actually, there was no decision for her to make, as she would rather die than stop now. It was just getting good, though her sanity did rebel a little at the ‘this will be painful’ part. But a minor orgasmic spasm was passing through her at the moment, and she wanted to enjoy it to the fullest. But there was one question she had, one lingering doubt. “Are you doing this just for me, or will you enjoy it, too?” The question caught him off guard. He had never had one of his partners ask that question before. He laughed spontaneously before he could stop. “Oh, yes, Mrs. Saunders. I’m going to enjoy this. A lot!” She tilted her head as if filtering out the truth from the levity. Satisfied with what she had heard, she simply said, "Do it." He kissed her, harder this time, more of his own urgency in evidence. He was careful not to touch her anywhere where she might receive that critical additional stimulation to push her over the edge. She groaned in anguish and frustration as he stood up, his large prick standing at half-mast. She opened her mouth in a tight ‘O’ and strained her neck as she invited him to satisfy himself there. He laughed at her obvious attempts to divert him and then again at her little-girl pout when she was found out. He busied himself around her bed. First three long lengths of strong string were threaded up over the canopy rods of the four-poster bed and pulled back down so that the ends were resting on the mattress. Next, a two-inch rubber ball was produced. "Open wide," he commanded. Meekly, but with a growing anticipation and a bit of fear, she obeyed. She opened her mouth wide until he could force the ball into her mouth. The firm rubber of the ball stretched her jaws wide. He pulled out a roll of duct tape and wrapped the tape over the ball in her mouth, sealing it in her mouth. He then completely circled around her head with the tape twice. It was clearly overkill, but the psychological feeling of the tape across her cheeks filled her with dread. That’s what he was after. He wanted her to feel her helplessness flavored by a good dose of fear, terror, and panic. She could breathe only through her nose. Before continuing, he waited for her breathing to settle down. He knew what she was feeling. He wanted her to. But he wanted her to submit to him, trust him, even in her terror. He sat by her side and caressed the soft skin of her cheek above and below the duct tape. Slowly the wildness, the terror drained from her eyes. This was all so new, so demanding of her trust. It was what she had dreamed of, wished and prayed for, but now that it was here, it was almost too much for her. Closing her eyes she fought for control of her emotions. But the darkness behind her eyes amplified her terror. Her tear-filled eyes flew open and she reached out with her eyes to her knight in shining armor. That he was the one who had placed her in this situation was irrelevant to her at that moment of her need. He brought up his hands and caught the single tear as it trickled down the side of her face. He raised his finger to his lips and kissed the tear away. He did the same when a tear escaped from her other eye. That simple act began to breakdown her terror, to let her surrender her trust to him. He continued stroking her face, making reassuring sounds to her, staring into her eyes until he could see her total submission to his will. She was ready. Leaning over her prone spread-eagled body, he brought his mouth to her nearest tit. Capturing the somnolent nipple between his teeth, he chewed on the nub lightly. Then he sucked as much of the soft flesh into his mouth as he could. There was much of the huge mammary remaining outside his ravenous mouth. Bringing both hands into play, he cupped them around the base of her breast and squeezed, forcing the nipple even farther into his mouth so that it bumped up against his tonsils. His tongue was massaging the captured tit flesh constantly, working in a frenzied manner. Her nipple responded to the stimulation by standing up as high as it could. Feeling the bloated nipple in the back of his mouth, he quietly reached over and grabbed one of the clothespins. Bringing it up beside his mouth next to her tit, he pulled back, exposing the glistening erection. The clothespin snapped around the surprised button and brought a stiffening of pain from the girl attached to the tortured nipple. Very slowly and very deliberately, he repeated the process on her other breast. Even knowing what had happened to its partner and knowing exactly what was in store for it did not deter the brave nipple from responding to his erotic manipulation. The poor soldier was captured and smashed inside the wooden cage. She knew immediately where the third clothes pin was going from where he kissed her next. She tried to block it out, but she felt her body responding to his insistent skillful and highly erotic manipulations. First his fingers rubbed lightly over her labia, exciting the already over-heated bud of flesh hidden there. The nodule grew larger under his skillful touch, then larger still. Its growth and size surprised her. She had never had that happen to her when she touched herself down there. Her clit was expanding like a tiny penis, until he could actually slide his finger and thumb up and down it. When he kissed the tip of her clit and sucked the tiny bit of flesh into his mouth, she gave up all pretense of coherent thought and fell into an orgasmic stupor. If this was what it felt like to a guy when they got a blowjob, it was no wonder the entire male population was sex-crazy. She only revived when the tender bud was cruelly trapped between the jaws of the unforgiving clothespin. "Should I continue, Karin?" "More? What more could there be?" she thought. But she knew she wanted it. She wanted it all. Shakily she nodded her head ‘yes’, her eyes wild with lust, pain, fear and excitement. Reaching down by the bed he pulled up some more items he had retrieved. He held them up for her inspection and they caused her to quake to her very soul. Such simple things, but in his hands she had no doubt they would cause her unendurable torment. And pleasure. She knew where he had found the large peacock feather, but where had he gotten those large rubber bands? She trembled as he gently caressed her tits. Her quick breathing and erect nipples holding the clothespins upright betrayed her true feelings of excitement. Squeezing her large boobs tightly, he slipped one of the fat elastic bands from his wrist and moved it down to the base of the pliable globe. He doubled it with a quick twist of his hand. The doubled band caused the already firm and swollen flesh to stand even taller. Another band, smaller and tighter than the first, followed and settled around the middle of her tit. A third, smaller yet, was placed just behind her nipple, causing her tit to look like a two-tiered jiggling mound with a cherry on top. He quickly made her other tit into a matched set. The feelings in her chest were strange. Not pain, exactly, but there was a restricting feeling that pumped her cunt full of dripping juice. As the bands constricted, the flesh between them became even more sensitive. The trapped blood in the banded sections of the globes swelled to a maximum, the throbbing pain increased to become an ache in her chest. Moving quickly, he took one of the strings he has strung up over the canopy. He tied one end of two of the strings to each of the clothespins. She looked like an obscene puppet on a string, and he knew that she would react to just like one, too. Taking the loose end of one of the strings attached to her tits, he gently pulled the string taut. A sharp intake of breath told him that the flesh between the jaws of those wooden maulers was not numb. He secured a small glass animal from the collection on her dresser to the end of the string with a tight knot. When he dropped the small weight from the height of his shoulders, the string jerked on the clothespin attached to the nipple. She squealed in pain and pleasure as the waves of her next countless orgasm crashed on the shore. She began panting in anticipation of the next two weights. He did not disappoint her. A similar sized weight was attached to the string of her other tit. Knowing the pain was coming didn't lessen the intense feelings. For her newly discovered erectile clit, he selected a lighter weight, as this was extremely sensitive flesh. He played with the three weights for a while, keeping her keening in agony and delight. Sweat covered her frantically shaking nude body. Unladylike rivulets coursed down her chest and ran between her tortured breasts to pool in the depressions in her delicate neck. He picked up the stiff feather with a wicked grin. A light caress along her sternum surprised her with the intensity of the tingling tickle. Brushing the tip of the feather back and forth over her stomach started her giggling uncontrollably. But being gagged, the sounds were muffled. Her giggling made the tied weights bounce up and down. She arched her back as the next great wave of orgasm crashed over her. Several minutes later he tired of this isolated pastime and traversed her entire body with the exception of her cunt and tits. The constant laughing and giggling strained every muscle in her stomach, neck and arms. She learned a new form of pain as the muscles knotted tightly. The tendons of her legs were flexed rigid and stood out as she tried to get relief from the diabolical feather. She never knew she was so ticklish. Sweat was running off her body now, soaking the sheets of her bed. She didn't know if she could take much more. He set the feather down on the bed beside her. Relief flooded through her as the laughing reflex settled down, and she grinned up at him, though the confining duct tape hid her mouth from view. He was grinning, too, but too wickedly for her taste. Her pulse quickened as she realized there was more. She closed her eyes in abject surrender as she realized as well, that, whatever it was, she wanted it. He stood by the bed for a moment, letting her catch her breath. He leaned down and picked up the last item from the floor. At first she didn't recognize what it was and then it dawned on her. "Oh, God! The old drapery cords!" she thought. He had made a multi-tailed whip from the familiar cords and put a hard looking knot in the end of each strand. This was a use she had not put them to. He lazily dragged the makeshift cat o' nine tails across her taut belly. A sudden flick of his wrist wiped all traces of laughter from her shocked frame. Nine points of burning pain burrowed into her mid section where the knots collided with her damp flesh. A second flick and nine more tiny welts rose up on the now irritated flesh. It looked like measles or chicken pox. "Nice effect," he said, mostly to himself. Then, very methodically, he whipped her over every inch of her exposed flesh, save her face, starting at her fingertips and ending with her toes. He also avoided her breasts and pubic areas. Tiny angry red welts covered her body. Even her neck, chin and ears were spotted. Tears were running unimpeded down the sides of her face. She had never felt such pain. And she loved it. Deep down she knew she loved what Sam was doing to her. She also realized she was falling in love with him. Her sham marriage to Bill Saunders never entered her mind. It was Sam whom she wanted, with all her being. Karin knew Sam wasn't finished with her yet either. His eyes were still gleaming with excitement, watching her every reaction. He was playing her body to the max, like a virtuoso. She was a magnificent instrument, bringing out the very best of his skills and talents. Karen knew she could and would take every thing Sam had to give. The next stroke brought searing pain to the sole of her right foot. Two of the knots landed between her toes. The other foot received similar treatment. "Now for desert," he said, almost to himself. He seemed to know she was beyond comprehending. Picking up the feather he had laid down, he lightly touched the stressed flesh on the bottom side of her breasts. It was as if he had used an electric charge. A shock ran straight to her cunt and she came hard, screaming into her gag. Another feathery touch on the underside of the other globe, and she spasmed again. Back and forth, back and forth the marauding feather took her ever higher, never letting her find balance or catch her breath. Her head whipped around the bed, her blonde hair flying in frenzied disarray. She was in a perpetual state of orgasm. He deliberated carefully his next and last move. He wanted her conscious for this, but only at the very brink of sanity. She would have to be crazy to enjoy this, and she was almost there. One more stab and flick with the long feather across her ballooning nipples put her in what he hoped was the right state of mind. He heard a constant babbling escaping from behind her gag. Her eyes rolled up in her head. He had to hurry. Quickly he flicked the wrist of the hand that held the whip. Nine hard knots of cord pummeled into her mound, her clit, and her slit. Another second quick flick up her legs terrorized her anal area. The surprise of the twin blows was so great and the pain so intense, she squirted both vibrators out of her holes at the same time. She promptly fainted in a completely sated orgasmic coma, continuing to moan and spasm even though she was unconscious.