[PrincessJessica]

Chapter 2 - In Pain

So there I stood. Arms spread wide with my cock firmly on display as my Mistress offered her guest a drink and asked her what she thought about her “victim”. She spoke softly and seemed a little embarrassed too as she stumbled over her words. “Hmm...yes he’ll do...I mean...yes I like him, this will be fun”. I couldn’t help but feel a little more relaxed that at least I wasn’t the only one finding this all a little uncomfortable. Still, my discomfort was far more on show...and likely just beginning.

Pleasantries shared it was time for fun. I was finally allowed to put my arms down, albeit just by my sides so my excitement was clearly on show and I waited desperately listening for any clue what my Mistress had in mind for me. I could hear faint whispering as they plotted their next move before the slightest touch straight to the head of my cock made me jump. I wasn’t sure who it was with such a brief touch as more hands started groping my chest gently teasing my nipples. The cock stroking had picked up in pace a little but was still gentile, which was fortunate as I was still firmly in denial for my Mistress that even surviving this gentile play was challenging enough. Still, if this was what they meant by being their “victim” it wasn’t too bad at all!

Clearly I wasn’t the only one thinking this was far too fun for me though. Very much turned on I was ordered into the centre of the room where I remembered with a little trepidation the toys I got out earlier. With the blindfold still firmly on I was guided into position by my Mistress, on all fours and waiting expectantly for my ass to start getting some spanking as I could hear the toys being gathered. Then another wait that seemed to last an eternity with more hushed whispers.

“Open wide”, the voice took me by surprise as I didn’t even hear my Mistress sneak around to my front as she gagged me with a ball gag. It’s not a toy I’ve used much with her but the fact that she was already thinking of keeping me quiet only increased them tinges of dread and my excitement levels as I heard a ferocious thwack of another mysterious toy behind me against bare skin, probably a hand. A paddle? Hmm, today was sure full of surprises as searched my memory for toys my Mistress had but came up blank. Just how long has she been planning this!?

“Don’t go easy on him, he enjoys it” reassured my Mistress. If I thought the softly spoken obviously nervous guest was going to hold back thought I soon got a rude awakening. Thud. It was enough to knock me off balance very slightly, make me groan unusually loudly (even with my gag) and make my Mistress laugh a little too much. I think her powerful opening stroke took us both by surprise. “Again!” encouraged my Mistress at least letting her know her opener was well received from her point of view anyway. The 2nd stinging blow at least confirmed that it was indeed a paddle. Relatively small, wooden and agony, at least in the hands of my mystery tormenter.

The spanking continued as I could feel my ass begin to bruise. I wouldn’t say that my Mistress normally goes easy on me but this was fiercer. The gag at least muffled my cries of anguish with each crushing blow and stopped me from crying for the mercy part of me craved. A bigger part of me was deeply sinking into the play session though, I’ve never felt pain quite as intense with such few strokes. The pain had at least made my cock calm down a little but the excitement sure hadn’t calmed down at all.

After a mere 20 or so strokes I was unexpectedly allowed a little respite. I could hear more fumbling go on then a command to get on my knees as nipple clamps were attached. They pinched just as tortuously as I remembered, like fierce little bullets of pain attacking my nipples as I let out another muffled moan before being pushed back onto all fours. Then the spanking start back up, just as hard as before but this time shaking my nipple clamps too meaning the agony was now spread around my body. I lost count quickly as the pain muffled my thoughts and I tried to focus on anything but the pain. Thinking of my gagged naked body, clamped and with an undoubtedly red ass only got me hotter but did its job distracting my poor mind from the pain.

I couldn’t say how many spanks I had endured until I was told to sit, but certainly well into the 100s. Given the piercing pain my ass was in this was easier said than done, the screeching pain sending a clear signal to my brain that this was a bad idea. With my nipples still firmly clamped the gag was at least removed.

“Enjoy that my silly slave?”. I nodded still rather too in shock at this how painful the spanks had been to muster up any words. “Good, now it’s time for your balls to get the same treatment”. I couldn’t help but let out a yelp desperately hoping for mercy, if she’d been that harsh on my behind I dreaded to think what was about to become of my balls. “Yes, you’re right slave. The cane is best for this”. Another yelp. I was far too turned on at this point to ask for anything other than more though.

I braced myself for the first hit. Soft. Then a few more softer hits as though building up the tension tickling my balls rather than giving them the punishment I knew they really craved. Then, out of nowhere, came a crushing thwack. “Holy mother of…” I swore, then swore again at just how painful it was. I just hadn’t been ready for it at all as my eyes began to water.

“Want me to stop?” asked the guest, clearly worried by just how much pain she’d caused. I opened my mouth...

“No, he wants more” came the reply from my Mistress. I wasn’t even sure what my name was at this point, let alone if I wanted this to continue so was a little relieved not to have to make a decision, but rather less relieved that could mean more of them! 5 or so softer ones before harder stokes, although at least some mercy was shown as none were quite as hard as the first blow. There seemed to be a certain joy to each hit, although taking out the struggles of life on my most sensitive area made life right for my torturer and I could almost feel the sweet devilish smile of my Mistress pleased with me taking it with only the briefest utter of discomfort on each hard stroke.

It felt like a 1000 strokes later before the cane strokes stopped, although in truth it was probably less than 100. My Mistress stroked my cock again, as though rewarding me for my efforts with all too brief moment of compensation. As I listened desperately hoping for clues of my next ordeal I was again taken by surprise with headphones being placed over my ears. Whatever it was my Mistress wanted me as surprised as I’d been up to now.

I was allowed to rest and recover, with just the pulling of the nipple clamps to keep my mind occupied; sitting there naked, sore and a little shocked at my intense torture. In my mind, my preconception of the guest as a petite softly spoken & nervous 3rd party had truly been smacked out of existence. She’d stripped off any early nerves and I was truly at both their mercy now, so turned on by my ordeal that I would have happily begged for an immediate repeat.