12. Esther Anil
[Long read ahead ?]
She had been showing off since she turned 18. Those who used to cast her as a child artist are no longer interested in her when her breasts began to develop. She doesn't have the color and plumpness other artists of her age have. Hence she began modelling in revealing dresses.
During such a shoot she noticed some s/m photographs in the photographer's secret collection. She was intrigued. She wondered how these girls and boys, some cases even older women the age of her grandmother, could withstand the pain of clamps to their clits and nails to their nipples. They were bound and suspended from the ceiling.
Boys her age had steel rods inserted in their penises. One girl had big rings piercing her labia and chains running through them. She had tears running through her face, her make up spread all over. But there was a sense of satisfaction on her face. She thought about the one time her vibrator caught on her pussy hair. Even though she has pretty much no hair down there she saw hell until the hairs were cut off by her room mate.
She wanted to know what was that feeling. She approached her photographer. He was reluctant at first. He tried to tell her what this would mean to her career if the photos were to get out. She was adamant. They decided on a date and time for her introduction to s/m.
The day came. She reached the place. They had decided on beginning with simple ropes. There was a contract written and signed by both of them. According to that she or he cannot raise any complaint after the fact. They decided on a safe word, so that she would say it when it is too much for her to handle. By the looks of things she felt it is very safe and even doubted the authenticity of the images she saw.
But she was astonished when the photog caught her by her hair and tore all the clothes off her body. Then he poured ice cold water on her. She wanted to scream but was slapped across the face. She was terrified and could not open her mouth. She stood there shivering mainly due to the cold and a bit of fear. She thought these were just ways for him to make her say the safe word.
He didn't stop there though. He made her lie face down on his lap and began spanking hard on her soft bottom. He started with his bare hands. Then he started using a cane. She felt the skin on her bum beginning to flare up. There was pain, but she began to start enjoying it. She could feel his cock pushing against her stomach. She began to find comfort from the heat his cock emanated. Her boobs were resting on his thighs and slowly heat from his body began to crawl into her body. Her shivering stopped and so did the spanking.
She felt her ankles being tied. She did not open her eyes. Suddenly she fell on floor as he stood up without warning. She tried to get up but couldn't. She understood why he tied her ankles. He drew her hands back and tied them from behind. Now she was laying face down on the floor. He began to slowly pour ice water on her bum. She began to feel the pain. But she smiled through the pain. She was really starting to enjoy it.
He then tied her ankles and hands together. And he tied a whole lot of rope around her. She felt her bones creaking. There was no wiggle room for her. She was hoisted on a rope suspended from the ceiling. All her weight started to feel on her hands and feet. He started twisting her nipples. She started to scream. He stood infront of her face and started pushing in his cock in her mouth. She looked at his face and saw a different man, even though he had the same face and features. The photographer she knew was no more there to be seen.
She was thinking how different personalities lie in the same person when his cock was ramming hard in her throat. He was thrusting his cock to the rhythm of the loud metal music playing in the background. She felt the juice she drank earlier bubbling up. He was not letting go of her face. She tried pulling away. He pinched her nose tight. She could not breath any more. Suddenly she retched and the contents of her stomach piped through her mouth and nose. After the first time he again pushed his cock into her throat. And that continued for sometime. She was thankful he insisted on not having any solid food that morning and noon.
When there was nothing more to come out of her stomach he stopped abusing her throat. She was slowly lowered and her hands were untied from the back. He stretched her arms and legs and tied them as apart as possible. Then he taped a vibrator on her clit and switched it on. She began to tremble. There was no way to make it stop other than to shout the safe word. But she wanted more. She was in an ecstatic state. Her eyes crawled back to the top of her eyelids and she bit her tongue.
He was preparing for more when she was trembling. He took a scoop of vaseline jelly and pushed it all in her bumhole. She felt the cold slippery jelly in her. He pushed two fingers in her rear. She felt a different pleasure. Then he put in three, four fingers and began stretching her hole. Pain began to creep up. She almost jumped from that tight spot when he pushed in his fist into her arse. She felt it tear at the seems. He was not stopping. He started pushing further. Her arse began to bleed a little. He started fisting her hard. With the vibrator on her clit and his hand in her arse she started to squirt violently. She squirted for almost a minute. That was her first time.
By the time she stopped squirting she was spent. There was no energy left in her body to take his abuse. She thought he was not done as his cock was as hard or even harder than when he was using her mouth like a flesh-light. She wanted to stop and take a breath. She had to stop. It was then she finally squealed the safe word: "Parappundacchi thevidichi moneeee...."
There was a momet of silence in the room. He stopped and drew his hand out of her then wide gaping arse hole. There was some liquid oozing out of her rear. He let her lie there for sometime. She took her time. When she felt okay she called him and he untied her and helped her clean up. She later thanked him by sucking his cock dry and letting him cum on her face.
Now she is taking rest, with the rope still tied around her thinking whether she should make him go to the next level where he would clamp her labia and shock her with a car battery. She was thinking she wanted to do it tomorrow itself rather than waiting for atleast a month like he suggested. She was wishing to squirt for longer than she did today. ?
