Chapter 8
The beautiful black-haired bombshell led her slave to the torture table once again. All of the numbness in Thomas's backside had worn off by this time.
His ass cheeks and his back were killing him. The welts that the woman had put there with her riding crop felt raw.
His wrists were bound.
Then his ankles.
His chest heaved.
He was wet with sweat.
And his cock was as hard as diamond. As he stretched out on his back-spread-eagled and halfheartedly attempting to writhe-Thomas Froelich's cock flopped on his belly, the tip pointing at his handsome face.
The entire length of his cock was bouncing up and down on his flat stomach, and his balls were more grossly swollen than ever.
The handsome and passionate subservient looked down at his cock and he could see his piss hole opening and closing from the tiny spasms he was experiencing down there.
The muscular and ravaged submissive could feel the temperature of his spunky silver seed rapidly approaching the boiling point.
The beautiful black-haired bombshell couldn't look at the man's cock without thinking how much it looked as if the man's pecker were doing some sort of crazy modern dance.
The movements of the man's pecker were urgent. It was obvious that his dick was very anxious indeed to get inside the beautiful woman's pussy. The tip of his cock was bouncing up and down on his muscularly hard tummy several inches above his bellybutton, the dominatrix bitch did not fail to notice.
"Ummmmmmm, your cock is so big," she exclaimed.
"I want to fill you up with my cock meat," he said.
"Oh, you will. You will stretch me wide open," she said.
"I want to feel the core of your womanhood," he said.
"I want to feel you touch my womb," she said.
"I want to feel your pussy squeezing me," he said.
"I want to feel your ramrod plowing me," she said.
"It is such an honor to fuck a woman as beautiful as you."
"All of my slaves tell me that, mother-fucker."
"I was just saying-" The handsome and passionate subservient could feel his face blushing.
"Don't think that flattery will get you anywhere."
"I didn't," the businessman replied in a whisper.
He sounded very very meek and wee as he responded.
"I don't give a shit about YOU, mother-fucker," she said.
"No?" the man inquired with a look of anguish.
"Hell no. You are just a chunk of meat to me," she said.
"Yes, I should have known that was true," he said thoughtfully, raising one eyebrow.
"The only part of you that I care about is your cock-because that is the part of you that can do magic things for my cunt," she said.
"And your cunt can do magic things to my cock, Mistress Marjorie," the sex slave replied.
"I'm sure I don't give a shit about your pleasure."
"No-of course not, Mistress Marjorie," he said.
"I want you to prolong your come for as long as you can."
"I will give it my best shot, Mistress," he said.
"I want you to stay erect for many minutes, many thrusts."
"But you are so very sexy. How will I hold back?"
"That's your business. Think about baseball."
"B-b-b-b-b-b-but, I don't like baseball," he stuttered.
"Wimp. What are you-a Communist or something?"
"Sorry."
"Think about baseball anyway. But don't come. Don't come until I have come many many times."
"I'll try to hold back-honest I will, Mistress Marjorie," the sex slave whimpered.
"I made you come more than once inside your ass, didn't I?" the beautiful woman queried.
"Yes, many many times-more times than I could possibly count," the subservient exclaimed.
"I am simply asking that you do the same thing for me, mother-fucker," the dominatrix said.
"B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-but-" The handsome and passionate subservient's words refused to come out.
"But what?" The beautiful black-haired bombshell sounded as if she were readying to hit him.
"But, you didn't have to worry about the dildo getting soft," the businessman whimpered.
"No, and I am not going to worry about your cock getting soft either," the professional bitch said.
"No?" the submissive businessman inquired, sounding amazed at this information.
"Uh uh. You are going to be able to keep it up for a long long time, mother-fucker," she said.
"How c-c-c-c-c-can you be so sure?" the sex slave asked.
"Because you are going to be doing it for me- you are going to be fucking me," she said.
With that the woman got up on the torture table. The man could not move a muscle.
She moved so that she was straddling his hips.
She knelt with her knees as far apart on the hard wood torture table as her balance would allow.
The beautiful woman could feel her pussy lips opening, along with her finely tapered thighs.
The black-haired bitch could feel her inner thighs getting slick with cunt juice.
The young man could feel his balls burning as if they were really on fire down there.
The beautiful woman played with her own nipples once again. She got each nipple in between her thumbs and forefingers and squeezed at them so hard that they were flattened between the fleshy tips of her digits.
She gasped and then released her harsh tweak.
They say that within every sadist there lives a masochist who is trying to get out-and Mistress Marjorie, for one, would certainly have testified to the authenticity of this axiom.
The woman ran her fingers through his chest hair.
He could feel his welt-covered back pressing against the oaken platform. His back really hurt, but the pain in his ass cheeks seemed to have lessened, much to the hunk's delight.
The beautiful woman rubbed the man's nipples.
She was smart enough to know that a man's tiny and seemingly insignificant nipples could be every bit as sensuous and erogenous as her own if that man was horny enough.
He moaned as she gingerly stroked his nipples.
She pinched his nipples with the tips of her fingernails very hard and she didn't stop until he screamed out with horrible pain.
She had to let the subservient know who was boss, after all. She then reached down between his legs.
She reached under his balls. She tickled lightly at his hypersensitive scrotal sack with the tips of her fingernails-and it was the businessman's turn to shiver as if he were trying to get out of his skin.
It was the submissive's turn to feel a wave of pleasure coursing through him. The woman clutched his balls and gave them a squeeze.
Then she pushed her right fingertips in between his belly and the top of his cock shaft.
She had her right palm turned upward toward the ceiling of the torture chamber. She curled her fingers slowly at the knuckles.
She formed a cradle for his cock.
She lifted his pecker slowly from his flat tummy.
The woman moved the tip of his cock, upward toward her poontang gash, her quivering quim.
The black-haired bitch whimpered as she touched his piss hole to her throbbing love button.
The dominatrix bitch rolled her little man in the boat in slow circles with his urethra.
The foxy millionairess thought this felt very good-but it was no longer what she wanted most.
The woman could feel her clitoris's role as the center of her womanly pleasure being usurped.
She could feel a new focal point for her desire developing-developing deep inside her pussy.
The new center of her feminine craving was very close to the dimpled source of her cervix.
The new focal point of her womanly desires was less than an inch from the mouth of her womb.
It was so deep inside her pussy that only his cock could scratch that maddening itch.
She rubbed the head of his humongous cock up and down the entire length of her cunt.
There were a couple of reasons why the dominatrix bitch nibbed her cunt lips in this manner.
For one thing, touching his glans to her swollen labia felt very good for both of them.
But there was a second reason-a more practical reason. She was moistening his cock.
She knew that the initial penetration of her pussy would be more comfortable for both of them if both his swollen purple cock head and her oozing fuck hole were wet and slippery from her natural secretions.
Then the woman moved the head of his cock to the base of her gaping pink gash. She concentrated on relaxing the muscles astride her vulva completely-and she was pleased to find that her muscles quickly cooperated with her brain's signals.
She poised the head of the young man's pecker at the mouth of her fuck hole, wiggling to make sure the tip was in between her inner labia.
The woman adjusted her hips so that the shaft of the submissive businessman's cock was at the appropriate angle for deep-vaginal penetration.
She then pushed down with her loins and she could feel her pussy opening like a flower in the springtime to take the bulbous purple head of the businessman's cock she pushed until the entire glans was inside.
She pushed until her inner cunt lips were desperately gripping at the ring of scar tissue at the top of his cock shaft-just below the lower rim of his incredibly swollen cock head. She kept pushing, and it was clear that she was not going to stop pushing until the entire length of his cock was inside her.
She yearned to be filled to the brim with cock meat.
She could feel the tip of his cock getting closer and closer to the mouth of her womb. She could feel the tip of his prick smack hard against her cervix, and that scent a thunderbolt of pleasure coursing the entire length of her backbone.
The woman could feel the rush of pleasure starting at her tail bone, shooting up to the base of her skull, and then returning again.
She could tell that the man was not going to have to touch that magic internal spot with his cock very long to make her come-and she felt as if once she started coming she wouldn't be able to stop.
The woman could feel the tip of the young man's cock on the back wall of her cunt.
The dominatrix bitch found this sensation both thrilling and frightening at the same time.
Her pussy already felt as if it were filled as far as it could go with cock meat.
Yet there were still several inches of shaft at the base remaining to be inserted.
She knew that she was going to have to stretch as far as she could go in every direction.
She shoved the remainder of his tool of masculinity into her aromatic and boiling cunt.
She gasped as she felt the tip of his prick find the core of her passionate womanhood.
The woman's mouth fell open and her eyes opened so that the whites were visible all the way around.
She wiggled her ass from side to side and moved his cock around inside her super-tight quim.
She could feel the muscles inside her swampland cooze squeezing and tugging his dong at the root.
The man could feel a million magic fingers inside her pussy stroking his member.
He felt as if each and every one of those fingers had been put there especially to pleasure him.
She was making him feel as if his whole pecker were being sucked simultaneously by her cunt.
The man could feel his spunk being sucked up out of his humongous scrotal sack.
The submissive could feel a tickle forming at the base of his cock shaft-right where the woman was gripping him snugly with her super-soft vaginal labia.
The handsome and passionate subservient could tell that that tickle could do nothing but grow more intense as long as his cock was all the way inside the woman's tunnel of lust.
The muscular and ravaged submissive could tell that that tickle was going to grow until it was no longer a tickle at all, but rather a fiery comet-like ball of liquid passion.
It would be at that point that he would know his sexual arousal had reached the saturation point, and his orgasm had reached the point of inevitability. At that point it would not make any difference if the man were thinking about baseball or not, her knew from experience.
The woman began to fuck.
She fucked slowly.
She moved from side to side.
She moved up and down.
She yanked his cock with her cunt.
He felt himself getting harder.
He wouldn't have thought it possible.
He felt harder than diamond.
He felt invincible.
He wanted to plow her, but the stringent bondage the dominatrix bitch had administered was keeping his ravaged ass cheeks fast to the oaken platform. His pain and his pleasure were once again blending-once again becoming indistinguishable-inside his reeling brain.
His cock was so thick that the top of the cock shaft was rubbing directly against her little man in the boat.
She could tell, as the tempo of the fuck slowly quickened, that it wouldn't be long before the shaft of the submissive businessman's cock was battering her love button back and forth violently and rhythmically-just like it was a small punching bag being worked over expertly by a particularly talented boxer
She could tell that this stimulation was going to enhance the divine pleasure she was already feeling deep inside her seething fuck hole
The movement of his cock inside her cunt was causing her clitoral foreskin to slide back and for across the crimson crown of her little man in the boat.
Her pussy farted.
His cock displaced gas and juice from her vaginal hole
The beautiful black-haired bombshell could feel herself starting to come The come was shorter and sharper than the clitoral comes she had experienced earlier in the sadomasochistic sex session.
Her come still managed to spread throughout her body however
It still managed to affect each and every one of her nerve-endings, and it still managed to make her scream aloud with her pleasure And when the come was through, as had been the case when the submissive had his first deep-anal climax, the woman knew there was plenty more where that came from.
Now it was her turn to come over and over again.
The buxom professional dominatrix knew it was her turn to have so many sexual climaxes that she couldn't possibly count them all.
Her comes began to snap off inside her femininely sloped loins at a frightening rate, blending into one another, so that the beautiful woman had to doubt if she would have been able to count all of her fantastic sexual releases even if she had been in the mood to try.
Then she felt the man's cock shaft get a little bit thicker than before. She could feel his cock becoming more urgently erect inside her cunt.
She could feel her inner pussy walls being forced to stretch even further than before to accommodate the bulk of the subservient's tool of masculinity. She cried out.
"I CAN'T STOP COMING. I CANNOT STOP ORGASMING."
The sex slave managed to feel a little proud of himself-and pride, as a rule, was not in Thomas Froelich's sexual vocabulary.
The handsome and passionate subservient's cock even managed to grow a millimeter or two longer, pushing even deeper into the soft internal flesh of Mistress Marjorie's underbelly.
Her mouth fell open so far at that moment that the entire head of his cock would have fit inside there.
"I can't-" he said.
"Can't what?"
"Hold back."
"You can't hold back?"
"No, Mistress."
"Then let 'er rip."
"Thank you, Mistress."
"Come inside me."
"Suck me with your cunt."
"Fill my cunt with cream."
The woman could feel herself exploding into her final come of the fuck at that moment.
It was her umpteenth come of the fuck. She had no idea how many mere had been in all.
The beautiful woman was pleased to find-however-that her last come was her best.
The dominatrix bitch's final orgasm was by far her longest and most intense of the hump.
And she knew why that was too. This was not the first time this had happened to her.
The professional bitch knew that she was feeding off her subservient stud's manly ecstasy.
They were orgasming blissfully and simultaneously, a sure sign of some damn fine fucking.
The woman felt as if there were only one orgasm occurring in her gloomy torture chamber.
The orgasm did not belong to her-and it did not belong to her muscular subservient either.
It was THEIR orgasm-and they were sharing the spasms and the convulsions equally.
The dominatrix bitch could feel her ears ringing with the sounds of the duet they were singing.
She could hear the sex slave and herself singing a duet in homage to the ecstasy they shared.
Then the moment of passion was over and the woman pulled his cock out of her juicy cunt.
The woman left the room at that moment, leaving her slave bound to the torture table.
In a private rest room the woman quickly squared over a powder blue bidet and douched herself thoroughly.
Then she returned to the torture chamber and she released the businessman's steel bondage. The man felt as if he would never be able to walk again.
He felt as if he would never be able to use his hands again-and he had an odd thought.
He was suddenly extremely appreciative of the fact that he did not make his living as a pianist.
"You're done. That's the end of the session."
"Ummmmmmmmmm, it was the best, Mistress Marjorie."
"Of course."
"I can't imagine a woman sexier than you," he said.
"Don't try."
"I feel as if i have just had the ultimate sexual experience."
"Not true."
"No? You mean there is MORE?" the submissive asked.
"Certainly."
"Ooooooh, I want to know all about it, Mistress."
"Next time."
The slave pouted.
"Next time," the dominatrix bitch repeated.
"How much do I owe you?" the man said sheepishly, finding the subject of money uncomfortable.
"Let's not talk about that. Have you brought your credit card with you?" the bitch asked.
"Yes-of course," the subservient businessman replied.
"When you get dressed you can just give it to me," she said.
"You aren't going to tell me how much all of this cost?"
"No, you will find out when you get your bill."
"Okay, I suppose that it can't be more than I expected."
"I assure you my fees are reasonable, considering."
"Considering what?" the sex slave asked quickly.
"Considering that I am the very best," she said.
"I will be wanting to take a shower," he said.
"Of course, I'll help you into the shower."
"That's very kind of you." The handsome and passionate subservient had a limp cock now. His prick was dangling thick and low in between his muscular thighs.
But he was still extremely passionate in his heart.
He couldn't wait for his next sadomasochistic sex session with Mistress Marjorie.
"I even have a clean towel laid out for you. Use that handled brush to scrub the welts on your back. We don't want them to get infected, now, do we?"
"No, Mistress."
"Anything I should do when I get out of the shower?"
"Yes."
"What's that?"
"Get dressed, pay the bill, and get the fuck out of here."
"Okay."
"Slave?"
"Yes?"
"Don't dawdle."
"No, Mistress."
"Oh, and slave?"
"Yes, Mistress?"
"Nice fucking."
"Thanks."
The man went into the shower and winced when the hot needles of spray bit into the welts on his back and his thoroughly ravaged buttocks.