Chapter 3
Monica Madison, otherwise known as Madame Pain, worked as a professional dominatrix bitch out of her own apartment in the downtown area.
When her husband had left her for another woman five years before, Monica's mind had snapped. She had become a thoroughly embittered woman. She became a man-hater.
Monica did some reading on the subject and learned that there were a great number of men who found sexual pleasure in physical pain. Since Monica was still a very horny woman, she figured that these men offered her a lucrative profession. She would give them the pain they needed in exchange for the good fucking she wanted — not counting a sizable tip.
At that moment Monica Madison was sitting in the livingroom of her private apartment in the city waiting for her next client to arrive. In her right hand she had a mixed drink. She twirled the ice with the forefinger on her left. She glanced impatiently at the clock on the wall.
Monica was a strawberry blonde. She didn't look nearly as old as she really was. The woman was well-preserved. Even though she was 36, she could have easily passed for a college co-ed.
She was dressed in her dominatrix bitch outfit. Around her middle was a black leather corset that fit her snugly and showed off her shapely figure.
The corset had half-cups at the top that fit perfectly beneath her large breasts — pushing her tits up even further than they rested naturally.
Monica was a few inches taller than her daughters, but it was clear where the teenage girls got their breasts and their beautiful facial features Monica's eyes were green — like a cat's.
The corset left her ass, her pussy, and her tits exposed.
On her shapely legs the woman wore black fish-net stockings.
The stockings had a black seam up the backs of her calves and. thighs.
At her thighs the stocking were attached to a black garter-belt.
Monica Madison never wore any panties when she was working.
The door bell rang.
Monica set her mixed drink of the coffee table in front of the sofa. She stood close to the door.
"Who is it?" Monica said. She always made her clients identify themselves before they were allowed to enter. She never knew when the local cherry-tops might be making a call.
"Harvey Harris," a meek voice said from the other side of the door in the hall. Monica could feel her green eyes twinkling. She could feel the corners of her mouth turning upward into a smile.
"Come in, Harvey. You are three minutes late," Madame Pain exclaimed. Her jaw was set and her back teeth were clenched. Her voice was stern. She was angry.
"I'm sorry, Madame Pain," Harvey Harris said with his head slightly bowed as he entered the livingroom of the dominatrix bitch's apartment. "I got caught in traffic."
"That will not be a good enough excuse, Harvey. Your punishment for this evening is going to be increased," Madame Pain. The man shivered. Madame Pain felt delight. She knew that he was very frightened. There were few things that the strawberry blonde liked better than seeing a man looking as if he were about to piss his pants.
"-Naturally, I will do whatever you say," Harvey said. His eyes were on his feet. He, spoke subserviently.
"Well, you sniveling shit! The first thing you can do is get out of those clothes," Monica Madison said. She was wearing a pair of black spike high heels that made her look even more dangerous. Her heels were propped high-in the air. Monica had very long toes. One could not look at the dominatrix bitch's toes without trying to imagine her picking up a number two pencil off a linoleum kitchen floor. She had slim ankles. Men thought she was beautiful. The mere sight of Madame Pain made men ache in their balls.
Harvey Harris was a large man. He stood well over six feet.
His shoulders were very broad and muscular, as was his chest.
His hair was dark brown - although there was some gray at his temples.
Monica thought that the gray hair made him look distinguished.
The man was sheepish around the woman - not at all his natural demeanor.
He was a successful business man and quite well-to-do. He always tipped Madame Pain very well when his torture sessions were through. Harvey had a ruggedly handsome face. His jaw was square and he usually looked like he needed a shave. It was clear that Harvey went through a great deal of trouble keeping himself in shape. He weighed well over two-hundred pounds. But this is not to say that he was overweight.
Oh no.
Harvey Harris did not have an ounce of fat anywhere on his body.
In spite of the girth of his upper torso, Madame Pain had always been pleased to see that his waist and his hips were very slim. The huge man was built like a triangle point down. Monica Madison thought that he had been made by God specifically for whipping and fucking.
She thought that it was odd that this man would be such a go-getter in the business world and such a sniveling subservient sexually.
But Madame Pain was glad. If the world were not filled with sexual submissives like Harvey Harris — well — she would be out of a job.
Harvey's sideburns, which were grayish, came down a little below his earlobes.
His eyes were very dark brown, and he looked as if he were squinting.
His eyes were so dark that they looked black in limited light.
His thighs were very thick. It occurred to Monica that one of Harvey's thighs was bigger around that her waist. Monica had the same slim waist and flat tummy as her beautiful sixteen year old daughters. Naturally, none of the men who came to Madame Pain for their abuse were aware of the fact that their dominatrix bitch was a mother. Monica had managed to completely separate her two worlds.
Monica noticed that his hands and his feet were very large. She new from experience that this was also true of other parts of the man's anatomy.
Harvey was wearing a three-piece suit so it took him a long time to undress. Madame Pain sat on the couch with her drink in her hand and watched.
Monica Madison could see a bulge forming in the crotch of Harvey Harris' suit pants. Harvey could feel his pants getting tighter by the second.
He hung each piece of clothing neatly in the closet. He knew the routine. He had to be neat. His punishment would be increased if he was careless as he undressed.
As he unbuttoned his white shirt and untucked it from the top of his pants, Madame Pain could see that his broad chest was covered with a thick rug of dark brown fur. Like the hair on his head, this too was sprinkled with curly white hairs.
Madame Pain sat her drink on the wooden coffee table in front of her and felt an ache in her cunt as Harvey pulled off his shoes and socks.
The strawberry blonde bitch could feel both her inner and outer cunt lips swelling as she watched the man reaching for the brass buckle at the front of his broad black leather belt.
Harvey unbuckled the belt. There was fear and anticipation in his dark brown eyes. He unbuckled his belt with sure fingers and unhooked the single hook that kept the top of his pants fastened.
He pulled his zipper down and hooked his large thumbs under the top of his pants and the elastic to his white cotton jockey shorts simultaneously.
He pulled them down together all the way to his knees and Madame Pain puckered her full lips as she saw his cock come springing out wildly.
Harvey's dick snapped out from his loins like some kind of horny jack-in-the-box. It looked as if it were attached to his loins by a tightly springed hinge.
As the huge handsome man hunt up his pants in the closet the strawberry blonde could see the entire length of his cock bobbing up and down with expectation.
Madame Pain sucked cool air in through her puckered lips.
She made a low whistling noise as she filled her lungs with air.
Harvey's cock had to be at least ten inches long!! Monica loved it.
She considered herself quite an expert on male genitalia.
And she had seldom seen a dick as big as her current slave's.
She could feel her pussy getting all wet and slippery just from looking at the massive pole the man had between his thick thighs.
Madame Pain could feel her clitoris poking out from under its foreskin at the top of her pussy slit. Her nipples had grown hard and were starting to burn with arousal.
Her breasts felt swollen.
Her pussy was fully engorged.
The base of her slit drooled.
Harvey stepped out of his pants.
His cock was not just ten inches long — but it was also very thick.
Monica Madison figured that it was at least as thick as her wrist.
She could see that his pole had its most girth at the head.
Harvey Harris had a massive cock head. It looked like a mushroom.
An edible mushroom.
It was a deep purple color and so swollen that it was as hard as rock.
The skin that covered his cock head was stretched tight and smooth.
His glans looked as if it would explode if another drop of blood tried to pump inside. The skin that covered it looked as smooth as a plate of glass. Madame Pain found herself looking at the little hole in the center of the glans. The piss hole. This was the hole where both Harvey's urine and semen came out.
Madame Pain found herself thinking about how far her inner cunt-lips would have to stretch open to take the head of Harvey's cock. She knew that both the side walls and the back wall of her vagina would be stretched to full capacity when she took that ten inch pole all the way inside her cunt. She would be filled to the brim with her slave's cock meat. And that was the way that the strawberry blonde dominatrix bitch liked it best.
The rest of Harvey's cock was not quite as thick as the head. But it was just as hard. The shaft of his awesome lance was a slightly lighter shade of purple. The tip of his cock snapped upward with every beat of the man's racing heart. The tip came ever-closer to slapping him in the belly. The tip would have struck him well above his hairy bellybutton if that contact had been made. As the tip of his dick snapped upward Madame Pain could see the underside of his shaft. She could see that it was lined with dilated blue veins that ran all the way from the base of the stem to the base of the glans. Those veins were throbbing visibly. They made the man's cock look more like an angry weapon than an instrument of love making.
Madame Pain found herself looking below the base of his cock — to his huge dangling scrotal sack. The bag was so large that there was no way Madame Pain could clutch the whole thing in the palm of her hand at the same time, no matter how far apart she spread her fingers.
She knew.
She had tried it.
The testicles were very swollen and rested heavy at the base of the sack. The balls were so swollen that they were the size of golf balls — and Madame Pain knew very well how sensitive that made them. The scrotal sack was wrinkled and there were little dark brown short and curly hairs growing right out of it. Madame Pain could not help but notice that the sack appeared to be filled to the brim with hot sticky silver seed. Monica found herself wondering how long it had been since the man had had an orgasm. She hadn't seen him in a week and a half. She wondered if he had pulled his pud since then — or if he had been saving all of his jam for her blessed abuse.
Harvey was naked.
"Good slave," Madame Pain said.
The strawberry blonde dominatrix bitch rubbed her palms together.
"Shall we get started?" she said — although it wasn't really a question.
They were going to get started whether Harvey wanted to or not.
The man lowered his head. His heart was pounding very hard.
The palms of Harvey's huge hands were slick with sweat.
He found it difficult to maintain eye-contact with the bitch.
He felt that she was intrinsically superior to him. He liked being her slave.
He loved having a beautiful mistress that humiliated him regularly.
Harvey could not feel sexual pleasure without unadulterated degradation.
And he loved the verbal abuse she dished out just as much as the pain.
"Into the torture room!" Monica said firmly, her jaw set.
It was clear from the tone of the woman's voice that she was not in the mood to take no for an answer. The torture room was where the bedroom was supposed to be, very close to the apartment's bathroom.
The torture room had been soundproofed so the neighbors in the building would not complain about the screams of agony that occurred in that room five nights a week.
The walls and the ceiling were painted black. The floor was covered with a dark red wall-to-wall rug. The room was lit dimly and directly. It was a very spooky place. Everything was a little surreal in Madame Pain's torture chamber.
Dangling from the ceiling of the room by strings and ropes were human skulls, and shrunken heads that had been sent to her from the jungles of South America.
Along one wall of the room was a long table where all of the dominatrix tools of pain were displayed neatly. She had a great variety of whips. Whipping was Madame Pain's favorite thing to do — next to fucking.
The major piece of furniture in the torture chamber was the torture table — which was a wooden rack in the center. At all four corners of the table were thick steel cuffs for bondage purposes.
"ON THE TABLE!" Madame Pain ordered her handsome slave.
"On my belly or on my back?" Harvey asked nervously.
The handsome man's voice shivered a little as he spoke to his mistress.
"On your belly — for now," Madame Pain said harshly. Harvey moved quickly. He knew that the strawberry blonde dominatrix bitch did not tolerate dawdling. He quickly climbed onto the wooden table on his stomach. He opened his thighs and stretched his arms over his head. He rested his cheekbone on the bone. His whole body moved up and down with his frantic panting. He knew that Madame Pain was going to show him once again how she had earned her name.
The second that he was in place Madame Pain took long strides on her black spike high heels toward the head of the torture table. She put Harvey's thick right wrist in a cuff.
The insides of the steel cuffs were teethed with sharp metal, so that they bit painfully into the slave's flesh when they were administered by thee dominatrix. She put the cuff on as tightly as she could. The bondage interrupted the natural flow of blood to Harvey's hand. At first the handsome subservient could feel pins and needles in his fingertips. He noticed hat his knuckles were growing. increasingly stiff. It wasn't long before he couldn't move his fingers at all. His hand was completely numb.
Madame Pain repeated the process with the other hand. She chuckled to herself as she did this. Harvey pulled his lips back tightly over his teeth.
The handsome slave's face began to contort with his discomfort. He could tell that the teethed cuffs were drawing blood in spots.
The beautiful dominatrix slowly circled to the foot of the torture table. The strawberry blonde looked and moved like a cat. She looked as if she were a wild jungle cat circling her helpless prey. There was something intrinsically evil about the way the woman laughed to herself as she bound her muscular subservient stringently.
Harvey could feel the entire length of his cock throbbing.
His thick dick was pinned between the wood and his belly.
The pressure on his rod would increase each time she smacked his ass.
And Harvey had been to the torture room enough to know that he was never bound on his belly unless the cheeks of his ass were going to be smacked as hard as the woman could do it repeatedly. The only thing Harvey didn't know was what weapon the woman planned to use to administer the punishment.
He whimpered
He whined.
Madame Pain grabbed his ankles and pulled them far apart.
She could see his balls pressing against the wooden table.
She wrapped the steel cuffs around each of his ankles.
The teeth bit into the flesh near his anklebones most painfully.
Once again the circulation of blood was interrupted.
Harvey could feel the pins and needles in his large toes.
He knew that it wouldn't be long before his feet were as numb as his hands.
He had been rendered immobile by the sadistic steel cuffs.
Both his knees and his elbows were locked in the straight position.
He could lift his face away from the table a little bit.
But not much.
He was helpless.
Like a baby.
Ready to be beaten. Hungry for pain. Eager for agony.
He was just as eager to receive his cruel punishment as the strawberry blonde was to dish it out.
Madame Pain moved to the long display table on the side of the room and placed a crooked forefinger on her chin. She stood with her hip cocked to one side.
Her nipples burned and throbbed. Her breasts swelled further. She could feel her natural lubrication rolling thickly down the insides of her thighs - like honey. She finally picked out a riding crop at the very end of the table - much like the ones that jockeys use to whip the shit out of the haunches of their mounts in the homestretch at the flats. She gripped the whip in her right hand by the handle and returned to the side of the torture table.
"What have you done since I last saw you?" Madame Pain asked.
"I have done nothing to embarrass your superiority."
"Are you sure about that, you piece of monkey vomit?"
"Very sure, Madame Pain. I have been a good boy," Harvey said.
He was begging the strawberry blonde for mercy with the tone of his voice.
"Have you been touching yourself, you scumbag freak?"
"No, Madame Pain. Not even once," Harvey whimpered pathetically.
"How about in the shower?"
"No, Madame Pain."
"And when you toweled dry?"
"I patted dry. I didn't rub."
"I don't believe you," she said.
She raised her right arm over her head.
SMACK!
She brought the riding crop down on the cheeks of his ass as hard as she possibly could. She threw back her head and laughed sadistically. Her whole body shook. She loved the way her slave's muscles jerked with the pain. She could hear Harvey Harris letting out a sharp cry of pain. His buttocks turned red immediately. Those tight ass cheeks were going to be striped by angry red welts by the time the savage whipping was complete.
"Have you touched your wife?" Madame Pain asked. Her voice hissed. The sound made her seem like an evil snake slithering through the warm summer grass.
"Never. We don't even sleep in the same bedroom anymore, I swear," the man said. His voice was high-pitched. The muscles in his throat were tight. As they tensed they squeezed down on his vocal cords and raised the pitch of his voice.
"I DON'T BELIEVE YOU!" she screamed.
Again her arm raised.
SMACK!
Every muscle in Harvey's body tensed at the moment of the impact. He could feel the lightning bolt of agony shoot up his spine to the base of his skull where it formed a fiery cluster before seering his ravaged brain.
She whipped his ass until she got bored. Her arm got sore.
As she continued to beat his butt, the man could feel the sensation changing.
It no longer hurt.
His ass cheeks had been completely numbed by the abuse.
He could tell that he would have trouble sitting for a while.
He would have to carry a pillow around with him all the time.
He could feel a pleasant warmth in his ravaged buttocks.
They throbbed with a dull ache — and he let out a deep sigh.
The ache in his ass blended perfectly with the ache in his balls.
The sexual submissive could no longer distinguish between pleasure and pain.
Madame Pain tossed the black riding crop carelessly aside.
She strode to the display table and grabbed her rubber glove.
In her other hand Monica grasped a plastic jar with a metal cap.
This was her K—Y Jelly — Madame Pain's favorite lubricant.
She returned to the torture table and set the jar on the wood between the handsome slave's thick parted thighs.
She then put the rubber glove on her right hand. She pushed between her fingers to make sure it was on as tight as possible.
"Now it is time to see how much we can get up your ass," she said.
Harvey Harris shivered and quivered against his bondage.
Every time he tried to move the cuffs seemed to get tighter.
Having the insides of his bowels explored was one of Harvey's favorite tortures.
Never was the combination of pleasure and pain so sweet as when Monica Madison was ramming as many fingers as she could get deep into the handsome subservient tight puckered asshole.
Madame Pain placed her fingertips on the cheeks of his ass. They were very red, striped with welts, and hot to the touch. She began to massage his buttocks. He found that he was unable to tense the muscles in his ass cheeks. The muscles in his ass were exhausted from the sadistic whipping he had just received.
Madame Pain pulled the tight cheeks of Harvey's ass apart as far as she could get them so she could see his asshole. There was a ring if dark brown hair around the anus.
Harvey could feel his rectum burning with sexual desire.
He could feel a craving for violation in his deep bowels.
Madame Pain could see the asshole opening and closing with spasms.
His tight tube of rectal muscle moved, in sync with his heartbeat.
Monica Madison thought that his nether eye was winking at her.
She held his ass cheeks open with her rubber gloved hand
With her other she flicked the metal cap off the plastic jar of K—Y Jelly with her thumb. Switching hands, she dipped three fingers into the jelly and rubbed the slippery lubricant sensuously up and down the crack of Harvey's ass, making sure most of the stuff was directly on his quivering bung!
Monica then placed the middle finger of her gloved hand directly on his asshole. She turned her wrist. Her palm was upward - facing the human skulls and shrunken heads that dangled from the ceiling of the dimly lit torture chamber.
"You want it, slave," Monica said with an evil hiss.
"Yes, Madame Pain. I want it very badly," Harvey said.
"You need the pain," she said. The woman was almost shouting.
"More than anything else in the world," Harvey said.
"You are a rotten worm beneath the toes of a spastic," she said.
"I'm worse than that," Harvey said. "I need to be punished."
"You are a turd drawing flies in a rat-filled alley," she said.
The woman began to slip her greased finger into Harvey's butt.
She could sense the muscles in the handsome subservient's thighs tensing involuntarily as his tight, puckered sphincter muscle opened to allow her greased digit inside.
Madame Pain pushed her finger into his ass as far as she could get it.
She didn't stop pushing until his asshole was gripping at her third knuckle.
She wiggled the tip of her finger around inside his bowels.
Harvey could feel his cock getting harder.