Twisted Coitus Freak Edition -- The Torture Chamber

The Torture Chamber -- Scene 2

Jersey nodded and opened her mouth. She would never reveal how excited she was or the fact that she truly wanted Dane to accomplish giving her the first really explosive orgasm she would ever have.

Dane secured the ball gag at the back of Jersey’s head. “Spread your feet shoulder width apart.” Dane demanded as she walked towards the table. Jersey watched as Dane picked up a metal bar with cuffs on each end. Dane kneeled in front of Jersey placing the bar between her ankles, securely attaching them to her ankles. Dane then retrieved the suspension cuffs from off of the table, “Raise your arms above your head”, she demanded.

Jersey raised her arms allowing Dane to cuff her wrists, utilizing the suspension bar that hung from the ceiling. Dane flicked the wall switch, and the bar began to move upward, lifting Jersey’s feet into the air.

“Now the fun begins, my sweet slut!” Dane said in a tone just above a raspy whisper, standing before Jersey with a sly grin from ear to ear.

Jersey felt her heart began to race as Dane moved over to the table and picked up a short leather flogger. The soft, slow, swinging motions began to spank Jersey’s thighs, ass, and breasts with it. Her squeals under the ball gag, as each spot popped by the flogger, turns a bright pink which further fuels Dane’s dominant desire. 

Never before realizing how much being spanked turned her on until now, Jersey loves that her p***y is being spanked into a heavy throb, while her juices trickle down the delicacy of supple inner thigh meat.

Dane spanked her until the moisture that had built up between her thighs dripped down onto the floor.

“Why are you breathing so hard, huh slut? I thought you could handle anything I threw your way. Just know, I am barely getting started.”

Dane put the flogger back onto the table. With a quiet intensity, she studies her voluptuous, dangling sculpture. Then, without breaking eye contact with her new Submissive, picks up an electro-shock wand.  As the sound of crackling rods move closer to her bareness in all its vulnerability, Jersey cannot deny how ripe with anticipation and fear from the sounds that resemble that of a stun gun.  Where will her new Master place the pain.  Will it be her round, attentive n*****s already puckering for attention or will Dane go straight for her watery c**t?  Will it hurt? Will the hurt turn her on? Jersey’s mind swarmed with questions. All being further enticements into this new world that her ears have heard but her eyes had never seen. 

Dane taunted her by pressing the button, causing the wand to buzz repeatedly for lengthy periods as she walked over. Jersey started to wiggle, the jingle of the cuffs amuses Dane, who notices perspiration beading on Jerseys forehead. 

The rod now guided about, touching the tip of it randomly to various parts of Jersey’s body. Upon the first touch to her breast Jersey convulses into squealing jerk. The muscles in her stomach contract, making her lightly sculpture abs highly visible as she flinches with each touch from the electric titillation. Every touch sends her head back, her mid-drift locs tickle her ass they dance across those perfect humps. Every attempt to move away from the wand causes a ripple of pleasure to pulsate through her body, forcing her n*****s to further peak from the mountains they rest upon.

Dane raised an eyebrow. “So, the sweet little slut is starting to enjoy herself, huh?”, twisting one as she touches the tip of the wand to the other side of Jersey’s breast.

Jersey screamed as loud as she could with the gag in her mouth. Tears filled her eyes as the sensation shot down to her c**t. It was painful and pleasurable at the same time.

Dane picked up the weighted n****e clamps by the table and moved in front of Jersey to attach them to one n****e, then the other. She twisted the screw on the clamp to tighten it, Jersey’s whimpers help Dane determine just the perfect amount of pressure to keep her willing victim on the edge.

“I think that your p***y is ready to play, slut? What do you think?”.

Jersey nodded her head in agreement; every movement she made, repositions the titty clamps, making them pinch her tender skin even more.

Dane placed the wand back onto the table and picked up a handful of clothes pins along with a long piece of black string. Dane placed the string up against the side of Jersey’s body, starting at the top. From the breasts, she clamped the clothes pins to her sweet sluts body, over the string, then down to her waist. Dane picked up more clothes pins and string, doing the same to the other side of Jersey’s body.

“Don’t tense up, slut. That will just cause the pins to pinch that gorgeous skin of yours more and more.” Dane stated.

Jersey tried to calm her breathing so that she could relax as she watched Dane surveying the table. She closed her eyes momentarily but opened them quickly when she heard the sound of a very strong vibration.

Dane retained a wand, cuing the setting higher and higher until there was beep indicating it could go no higher.

“Now let’s see how long it will take to make that p***y squirt. Try and keep me amused by not having an orgasm too quickly.”

Jersey could not help tensing as the wand touched her c**t. She mewled as Dane pressed the wand against her pounding p***y; her torturer watching her face and body react to the unusual stimulation.

Jersey wasn’t sure of how she should feel. The clothes pins were pulling at her skin, the n****e clamps jiggled, and the wand on her c**t was increasing the amount of wetness streaming down her legs. All of the stimulants involved in this s*x act wreaked havoc on her very alert mind and body. She had never endured such things; she was now engaging in acts she had before only witnessed via porn.

Dane rubbed the wand back and forth over Jersey’s p***y lips. She watched as her skin became taut with tension. 

“How long do you think you can hold your orgasm?” Dane asked as she held the wand between pink, pulsating coochie flaps, directly onto Jersey’s c**t.

“You know you want it to break free. You’re already feeling it is out of your control…”, slightly dragging her lips across Jersey’s then, “but that will only be the first of many, so go ahead. c*m.  Let it go now!”

Uncontrollable moans and body responses spin Jersey figuratively as well as literally: She could not imaging the vibration becoming any stronger because she thought that it was already on its highest setting. Dane flicked the switch and Jersey screamed behind the gag, her flexing popped one of the clothes pins from her amply aroused bosom, causing an intense sensation in the spot of its release.