Master promised me that today was going to be painful. My pussy was soaking wet in anticipation. I loved pain, the endorphins from it just pushed me to a harder and harder orgasm and I spent all day fantasizing about just what my master would do to hurt me today. He took me into the dungeon stripping me naked he saw how wet I was already and laughed, smacking me hard on the clit making me cry out and my knees feel weak. “My slave is a fucking slut isn’t she? Now let’s see how this pain will help.” I shivered and replied with a “Yes Master” as he stood up, tied my hands behind my back. Binding them together with bondage tape to make sure they were extra secure he walked back around to my front, attaching these large fishing hooks to wire I had not noticed hanging from the ceiling. You tied each fishing hook to a wire and then take one breast lifting it up as if it was meat. I started to have an inclination of what you wanted to do. “Stand on your toes slave.” you commanded and I listened, wincing as you took the hook and threaded it through the side of my breast, the hook holding the flesh up as your hands had. You did the same thing with the other breasts making me whimper at the sharp and intense pain that radiated through the hooks as they supported the weight of my tits. I thought that was it, stand on my tip toes or the hooks would rip and pull at my breasts making them hurt more while this pain was on the threshold of what I already found sexy. You laughed as you noticed my pussy juices running down my legs. Coming up behind me you ran a paddle along my pussy lips making me gasp and shiver, lowering my heels to try to push myself into the side of the wood until those hooks tugged at my tits. I gasped, whimpering from pain and went back to my tip toes. “Good girl” you said, using the edge of the paddle to hit my pussy again before you let it slowly drag out, the hard wood rubbing against my clit making me moan. Coming around to my front I could see a cigar hanging out from the side of your mouth, the ash already impressive on the end. My pussy juices have covered the paddle making me blush and I wondered what you were going to do next. Then you took that cigar and pressed it against my tit, rubbing that hot ash and cinder into the already over sensitive flesh as you moved the paddle over my clit. Rubbing hard and fast with the wood. Forcing an orgasm out of me before hitting me in the clit hard enough to pull me out of that mind numbing pleasure. “I’m not done with you yet slut. We haven’t even gotten to the best part.”
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