Chapter 5
I had a multitude of desires before I met Clara. But they were not like the present sensations that betake me with my adorable wife. She had no idea, of course, on the emptiness of express that assailed me during my many years without her.
Yet, she doesn't know that I am keeping notes on our amorous exploits. And she doesn't know that I need desperately her presence.
If I should note some thoughts that come into my mind at one time or another, it is because these too inspire the extra-sensual which is another envelop of the large sensual envelop which enshrouds me.
Our recent effort together was bone-breaking, but our souls held together. Neither I nor Clara wanted to quit and we resolved to seek out other unknown delights.
We were virulent and we had to exteriorise ourselves. This was merely a composition of the personality that demanded expressions. We were determined to express ourselves to the fullest.
I admired everything about my wife and the longer I kept gazing upon her the longer I kept admiring her.
She was a goddess and her radiant beauty inspired me and I desired a communion with her very essence.
"Yes. Go to the first drawer of the bureau and take out what I tell you." I ordered her.
Without haste she directed her steps toward the luxurious furniture, open the drawer and indifferently looked into it. Then she turned and looked at me.
"My wish is your command," she said smilingly.
I did not answer quickly. I waited.
My gaze fondled her body and how well I knew her flesh. That wonderful bit of private property which she offers unselfishly and with excessive delight.
Her eyes shone strangely. She fixed them on me. "Take one of the thin rolls. You'll find them to the left." She came back with the objects required. "I'm happy, very happy." that was all she said.
In spite of myself, in spite of the dry feeling I had in the sensorial parts of my body, a troubling sensation invaded my finer elements.
I saw the rhythmic breathing of her breasts.
I stood up and took her face in my hands while she lowered her eyelids casting a thin shadow on her cheeks.
Her lips I sealed to mine. They were burning with fever and her warm breath shimmered on my skin.
I felt my heart beat heavily and involuntarily. I would not for the life of me wish to show my sentiments then. My sex rose to the occasion.
Softly and carefully I brought her over to the bed. I tied her hands at the wrist behind her back. And I tied her ankles in the same manner. Clara was now horizontally lying in bed with her knees together.
Tenderly I leaned down and planted kisses all over her body. I didn't miss a square inch of her flesh. I kissed her arm pits and inhaled the wonderful scent of my wife. I didn't hesitate to kiss her neck her mouth her eyes her ears and then her bust where my teeth bit ever so tenderly into er nipples. I had known that her breasts were exceptionally delicate for I had nibbled on them until they bled. This gave them a strong odor which went to my head and excited me all the more.
With precaution I spread her legs apart. Slowly I introduced one of the instruments she had chosen into her pussy. I pushed it in deeply and with the help of an attached belt I fastened her into her holster.
Clara breathed softly and her stomach seemed to round out at the contact of the rubber plug.
Her breasts proudly pointed toward the stars above, but the vibrated with the vague sensations that anticipated the future of their sort.
Softly I obliged her to raise from the bed a little to help me introduce the second object into her anal region. This provoked a slight moan a contraction of the anus. Clara absorbed the long stiff rod and once again accepted the buckle and belt that accompanied the object.
She was strapped in from behind and from the front. Her vagina dilated as well as her anus. Clara groaned a little, but she did not dare to move for fear of the double suffering she would receive as the instruments would twist in her flesh.
She could feel that it was only the beginning.
"How are you my love?"
Leaning down toward her face my eyes met hers and we looked at each other for several long seconds. I can see there are some tears at the corners of her eyes.
"I'm suffering... but it's nothing. On the contrary it is very good." she spoke with difficulty. The models which she has embedded in herself are extra-sized and they were created expressly for this purpose.
Soon she will squirm under the slashes of my whip. The rubber objects will enter further into this bruised flesh and she will agitate and grind with pain. I shall attack her most intimate parts. I have no intention of sparing her.
Right on the spot, I rub my hand over the spot that will receive the first blow of the whip.
I chose the stomach, because it is there where the two poles collide and create the strongest of pains.
The lash whistled in the air and Clara looked out of the side of her head horrified. The very first slash catches across the abdomen. She bounds up and sinks and soon tries to flee the blows by hiding under the covers.
(Since I am so taken with initiation, I wish to tell it in the very near present tense. I think it will give the reader a sense of being on the spot).
A red gash is tattooed across her silken stomach. It is the youngest and soon will be the oldest mark on her body.
Once again the leather strap comes hurtling down and Clara emits a muffled cry that gets caught in her throat.
If she wishes to avoid too painful a treatment on her right side she has enough room to turn on her stomach and expose her back.
I can see that she is thinking. Certainly she it thinking of what is happening to her and the starling effect it takes.
For the third time the stick slaps on her rotund body. Clara jumps in spite or herself. My blows are strong and without mercy. There are now three lines stripped across her young body. One of them has caught her right under the breast.
Three more times she receives a variety of slashes. Each one finds its place.
A fourth time and the blow is a bit neater and lands on the surface of the right breast. It represents the cry and the terror of the good Lady Redgrave. The fifth had her crying for mercy.
Once again on the stomach and a brisk movement causes her internal pain. The rubber cocks are doing their work as well. Her female parts dilate and contract swallowing the fake morsel of rubber flesh.
(I didn't take time to let up and I hit one after the other. I wasn't as yet using all my strength. I had no intention of skinning her alive.) My blows reach her thighs when she thinks they will attain the breasts. I vary my lashes and confuse her in her agony. I can see the burning scars and she gives me proof of her pain by clenching her teeth.
Now her hips are covered with red stains. She forces herself to turn and expose her back and lovely ass. I can not ask for better.
From the neck to the thighs she is soon covered with the fine strokes of the master whip which produce more and more red welts. I descend and then climb back to the breasts. But no matter where I strike the atrocious sensations continue. The two sexes apply their painful procedure and I diligently apply my own.
I am awaiting a supplication from my thoroughly beaten wife. I can imagine what state those contortions have left her in. She, however, has the force to mumble some broken phrases in some inane language. She has delivered herself to the ferocity of a rigid penitence.
I can see that the cords around her wrists and ankles are stretched to the cracking point. Her legs stiffen and her arms pull at the cords which have forced her to submit and expose all her nudity to the terrible whip.
My flogging implement is very thin. It is the kind that flicks the skin like a razor saw without causing the delicate epiderm to burst open. It does cause a stinging burn. A few drops of blood are produced now and then to drip like pearls from the damaged spot.
"Oh, how I hurt." she tells me finally ceasing her agitation and letting her eyes become moist with tears. "But if I have pain, it is good, very good, atrociously good."
Her disorganized movements have caused the sexes to dislodge themselves, especially the one in the vagina.
I don't think it will be necessary to readjust them. The other is still in place solidly engulfed in the rear. Her muscular contraction and distensions have swallowed up the false cock and it is deep within her.
As my own lashing begins to weaken, I finally hear squeal and in a raucous voice which seems to come from her solid midsection. I hear an "Ohhhhh" which is interspersed with spasms and then a few words on the edge of her dry lips.
"I'm coming, oh I'm coming... It is... so good... I'mmm commmming... continue to... whippp meeee... strongerrr... ohhhh... i'mmm comminnngggg... Ahhhhhhhh... " (For a second as though lost all my reason, I remained there with my arm lowered without daring to touch her. Then I could see her eyes begging and I knew my chore.) I permit my lash to crash down on her bright skin covered with sweat and a slight trace of blood. Clara's body shivering with joy and pain her eyes are half-opened and half-closed.
My very live instrument is swollen and at the tip there is a large drop of liquid. I feel the sap throb within. It arcs up and slaps me on the belly. I cut the cords of my fair lady at the wrists and at the ankles, but in my haste I forget that I wish her hand to be tied almost permanently. I retie the hands. She can move now, except for arms.
I enjoy this servitude in which her arms cannot be moved. There she is humiliated with her head buried in the covers. Her eyes do not know where to focus. But they are brilliant with "luxure" and they are still excited and animallike.
I lie on the bed and she knows what I am awaiting.
In spite of everything, I wish to make my thought clear by using my voice does not come to clearly. "Suck me, Clara, with your long tongue. Make it go all over my body and take from me all the flavor you can possibly find."
She already starts to work with a "my darling" on her lips. As she leans over my upright cock her hair disheveled covers her entire head.
As her body seeks mine some of her blood oozes on to my body and er pain becomes my own. I attentively follow the throbbing of the two false pricks which are performing their duties admirably well.
Her legs are apart and her arms are together in a pitiable portrait of a bruised individual.
Her mouth is carrying me to the summits of sexual exasperation. The sensation of not being able to do anything in my actual condition and because of the two fellow mates who have invited themselves to stay. The act itself is needed to satisfy this burning hunger.
Before I was just someone who was a bystander a vague participant but now I am close to the substance and wish my share in the act of love.
My sex is scarlet and has reached astounding dimensions. It goes in and out of her mouth with amazing regularity. I cannot help thinking of the rubber dick in her anus which rubs incessantly against the silken walls of the grotto and senses the tight contractions of Milady's muscles.
Clara's tongue has climbed up my leg to my the thigh and now she is licking at the base of my left ball. She is sucking the envelop of my rounded nut. With her cheek she caresses the other.
I am on fire. She licks my stick up and down without losing the vital rhythm essential to such a task. Her teeth dig into my pubic hairs and she wets them with tens and tens of kisses.
She then skirts by my hips and laps my rump. A long slow tongue goes up and down my vertebrae. It finally comes to the edge of an incline and lowers between the buttocks. Half of her face is buried in that crevice and her thin red tongue looks for a small hole. She finds it and the tongue explores inside.
With rapid darts she gouges at the thin walk and I am forced to show my delight with some heavy sighs. She is enraptured to hear of my enjoyments and presses closer to me.
I can just manage to hold myself back. Always aware and ready to act, I follow her every gest and her entire evolution. I can see the little streaks of red blood that still flow from the rigorous flogging she has undergone.
She changes positions and now her breasts are tightly against my chest. My hand is between her thighs and I manage to push in the rubber plug that finds itself there. She is now mated in the best of ways. She in the vicinity of three cocks and each one is at full strength for her.
She lets out a small cry which lingers on the border of her lips. Her mouth nibbles on the red points of my breasts. She rolls over to my armpits and crushes them in her mouth. Then she brushes her mouth up against my own and then descends slowly to my slightly hairy chest before coming back to my stomach and even lower down where her home is.
With a grand surge she takes my fattened cock into her mouth.
With one brusque movement of my hips, I force her to take in the totality of the large member. She almost chokes due to the immense size and vigor of the living thing.
Clara doesn't protest. She doesn't say a word and only manages to murmur. Her murmur is sort of an inaudible sigh and one can feel the torment underneath and the chumings of the sense.
Her pleasure is great and her skin trembles with the many things to come. I can feel the tickling in my veins. Torrents of blood stream through me and I feel my force mounting.
My sperm looks for an opening. It seeks out a warm thoughtless aperture to be inhaled by the tightening and loosening of folds of muscles.
I can feel the heavy syrup within and then suddenly it jets out into the mouth of my Clara. She remains there immobile, simply lapping in the joyous liquid. The fluid overflows and runs down her mouth reaching her chin. She swallows and comes back to the love instrument to gather in its last pulsations. Her lips snare my cock and drinks in the last drops.
A faithful small animal is near me. How surprised and pleased I am. She is glued to my flanks. Her luminous are raised and they look at me with an intent gaze. She doesn't say a word.
Her hands are as ever paralyzed by the cord. Her body is huddled like that of a dog, while she presses against my leg with her head leaning on my stomach. She waits.
She doesn't appear to be unhappy.
I am certain that she has had a great deal of dandy fun. And is continues as she sucks me and devours me to the last drop. She carries me to the peak of pleasure.
She delivers herself with all the natural ardor she can attain to those very peaks also. How I should like to wound her still and constantly in order to make her more pious.
The nips of rubber have made her anus and vagina burst in grand proportions. And now as I pass my hand over her forehead and face, I can see the long ripples of emotions which prolong the pain in her devastated entrails.
A welcome feeling and a warm sensation makes me sigh and I am deeply moved my the scene. I think that I have managed to progress "the suffranee" and bring it to the part of pleasure, although one is inseparable from the other when it comes to Clara.
To think that I can still experiment and deliver more pain.
I await. I love to hear her moan in that luxurious silence that makes up our home. I love to hear that imperceptible nuance which means so much to me. I adore discriminating between the joy that comes from pain and the pain that arises from an excess of joy and abounding pleasure.
This mental speculation is transmitted by small waves emitted from a feverish brain. A brain which remains lucid and works for the ultimate of pleasure that can be extracted from a sensual corps.
Those eccentric orbs dilate my skin and invade my arteries causing them to beat profusely. My nervous system is out of kilter and ever fiber in my body palpitates. I listen to the resonance of my existence through the sublime sexual conception residing in my mind.
Desires entirely incoherent surge through me in a pace geared to the folly of my life. They are demonstrated profoundly by a thousand images which snap in the photo cells of my mine.
Until now the manifestations of my sensuality covered many roads and were crystallized intermittently with diverse subjects, but never with the intensity that I was waiting for.
Clara who is now my wife is a subject that is exceptional and the subject I have waited for.
As she is, she has imposed multiple attractions that I am grateful for. She has established a continual current that generates between us. A current that emanates from her body and goes through me and reunites itself in her proper essence.
The current is enriched by the personal substance gathered en route.
"Clara, my love, you are in need of some special care." I said as I stripped her of the cord that bound her wrists.
The cords had left their imprints. However, they are nothing compared to the marks that her body at present.
With love, I undo the knots of the heavy cord which kept in tact the sex leading to the vagina. And then I release the other. Both are unplugged without a word. I began to lick her wounds tasting her with an inexplicable desire.
She is ready, relieved, and now for the new game of which the delicatesse contrasts with the moments of torture that I so atrociously inflicted.
From one end to the other, I kiss and lick her sore spots. My lips work as a round wet bandage and my tongue calms the burning scars.
Her anus is bloody and soiled and this part too receives the care of caresses and thoughtful tongue strokes. I can feel this very precious part live once more in the warmth of my mouth. It palpitates like a raw wound.
I turn her over delicately and as she raises her legs, I bend down toward her sex, and here, apply loving care as well.
Not a spot of flesh is spared and my wife is cradled in the loveland of caresses and consideration. Every instant and another kiss is gathered. Her body burns are extinguished by the wetness of my embraces.
As the last ember glows weakly in the fire-place, sleep invades our house and we both tumble in a heap and give in to the vast arms of Morpheous.
We resemble two dead ones in a tomb which has not as yet closed its final doors.
I was first to awaken in the early blue of the day. I leaned over Clara's bewitching body and examined every particle. I once again was stimulated with a fervent desire. It seemed as if this new desire had come from afar, from a region where our souls reunited and asked for eternal existence.
On her lovely mouth which was half closed I placed a kiss and then several more. Her soft sweet breath causes a lock of her golden hair to quiver. I felt that I could see her breathing as though it left a trace above her handsome head. The odor of her body was stronger than ever. It secreted, I can not tell what, splendid perfumes.
I was drawn to her sex and her well-rounded thighs which were dense and full. I was hypnotised by the V that its own wonderful stench. Her sex jiggles and her thighs crush the fruit together in unconscious sleep.
This movement has called her lover to action in spite of himself. The waking animal must have his feast of the sleeping beast.
I can feel the erection that is coming on fast. There are the many pulsations and the slow stiffening, and above all there is the ardent desire.
I concentrate on my wife; on every single essential point of femininity. I know exactly what I want...
Clara is absent and far away. She ignores me for I am all alone. I he on top of my charming sleeping beauty and manage to do this without waking her. I am sure she sleeping. I open her thighs and bring her to me. I rub my gland against her sex and her humid hairs help me stiffen all the more. I feel her liquid arrive and I penetrate he easily and joyously.
I don't wish to come. I just want to have the sensation of being inside her.
How good it feels. I'm in Clara and she doesn't know about it. I am warm and in a delicious state of being and the unctuous envelope is tender and so nice. I am not moving.
My wraps around Clara's shoulder and I, in turn, sleep.
Love that goes beyond sleep and dreams and finds its home in the permanence of the flesh; love that has a long term of eroticism; love that is filled with infinite sensations; I salute you.