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Jennifer's Story - Part 5

You lay there, arms over your head, legs spread, your pussy and nipples throbbing, thinking "Yes, they certainly are. I hope he's not upset enough about this morning to put me through that without something to ease the pain...if he just removes them slowly...no stimulation or distraction...and makes me feel it then I'm not sure I'll be able to keep from screaming. My voice will carry and the whole lake will know someone's out here, they'll probably call the cops."

Another thought suddenly crosses your mind...and sends a chill up your spine. "Oh god...what if he pulls them off...?"

"You're looking tense, little whore. Is there a problem? Hurts too much?"

"No Sir. It hurts really good and I like it. Right now. I'm worried about how you're going to take them off."

"I know you are, little whore. And you should be. If I'm feeling vindictive...or just plain cruel...it could be very difficult to endure. But of course you will."

I look you up and down for another 30 seconds or so, drinking in the sight of your restrained, spread, moonlit nudity. And getting my fill of payback for your earlier impertinence.

But I'm not that cruel, and I think you know it. You'd have to have misbehaved very badly for me to remove those clothespins cold and slow, with nothing to distract you. And even if you deserved it I doubt I'd have the wherewithal to yank them off.

>zzzzzzzzzz< You hear the vibrator buzz to life. I spread the clothespins just enough to get the head of the vibrator pressed up against your inner labia...and give you a sweet kiss on your sweat-dampened forehead.

"Oh thank god...", you think to yourself.

Click-clack, as the plastic clothespins move aside and then come together again, along the vibrator's path up toward your clit. A firm, circular buzz directly on that hard little button, then click-clack...back down the length of your labia.

>zzZZZZzzzz<

Up and down and up and down. Click-clack-buzz. Slooooowly along your wet, throbbing slit.

You drop your head back down into the dirt now, relaxing again as you feel yourself getting into the rhythm of it. The pain of the clips just a background sensation now.

When I'm sure you're into it, I pinch open the clothespin on your right nipple and quickly toss it aside. You feel the sharp "zap" of pain as blood rushes back into your poor, abused nub.

"Ssst!", you inhale sharply. But Master is there to rub the pain away, and the sudden, fleeting jolt just adds to the arousal of the vibrator's slippery, wet dance between your legs.

"Mm. Ah. Mm...", escapes your lips as the fading hurt from your nipple mixes with the sweet, insistent intensity rising up from between your legs.

Now the left nipple...but this time I wait a few seconds before rubbing. Let you feel that nice sharp jolt. I'd expect you to turn away from the clip as I removed it, trying to distance yourself from the pain. That's what any "normal" woman would do when being tortured, sexually or otherwise. But I notice that as I lift the clip away you arch your back upward, trying to follow it with your nipple, your lips expressing pain and distress but your body instinctively chasing after the torturous implement. And, curiously, the arching of your back is quickly followed by the grinding of your hips forward, into the vibrator. Are you trying to distract yourself from the pain, or is the pain heightening your pussy's pleasure? The thrust of your tit toward the clothespin would seem to indicate the latter, more pleasing answer.

The pussy clips will come off in the order that I think will be most likely to get me what I want...a submissive slut cumming wildly in the dirt, writhing on her back in gorgeous sexual agony.

I start with the bottom-right clip. Pinching it open, lifting it away, and moving my fingers in as quickly as I can to rub away the worst of it while still maintaining the vibrator's steady rhythm.

Dowwn...uuup...grinnnd her clit...dooown...uuup...griiinnd her clit...>zzzZZZZzzzZZZZzzzZZZZzzz<

The bottom right again...this time waiting just a moment before rubbing...letting the pain build before stroking it away...

Dowwn...uuup...griinnnd...dowwn...uuup...griiinnnnd...>zzzZZZZzzzZZZZzzzZZZZzzz<

Third one now...no rubbing this time, you'll take it all. And you do, your head tilting back, eyes rolling up, mouth wide open but no air moving through...you can't really breathe right now as the wave of pain mixed with wondrous, ever-building pleasure washes over you from below.

The last clip comes off from the right side, right next to your clit, stabbing that sweet little nub with an electric jolt. I make sure that the vibrator is down low when that jolt hits, demanding that you feel the sweet, throbbing agony undiluted in your clit for two or three seconds, before the vibrator slowly makes its way back up to grind the underside of what has become the center of your being, at least for as long as this torture lasts.

Dowwn...uuup...press and grind...dowwn...uuup...press and grind...>zzzZZZZzzzZZZZzzzZZZZzzz<

Your right pussy lip is throbbing gloriously now, all the clothespins removed, bloodflow having fully returned. You're truly out of your mind at this point. Literally. Your mind has gone somewhere, replaced by your abused, thrashing body's electric stimulation of your rapidly-firing brain cells. You're so close, so close to the hurtest, hardest cum of your life.

Time to give you that wonderful gift.

A few more sloooow down-up-grind cycles with the vibrator, driving you so close, so close, sooo...clooossse...

Then I do it. On a down cycle I open all four left-side clothespins at once...not perfectly, mind you...my fingers, not wide enough to press evenly on all four at once, end up opening the bottom two widely but the top two less so...the bottom clips fall off but the top two pinch as they rake across your flesh and pop off of your lip.

You scream. And I mean scream. It's a short, yelping scream, only lasting about a second. But high-pitched, loud, and exactly what I wanted to hear echoing out across the calm waters of the lake. The agonizing shock bites into your clit so hard that you don't even know you have a clit anymore, it's been replaced by a white-hot point of brutal ecstacy. The vibrator rushes upward, rubbing insistent circles into that fiery, lustful point of orgasmic release...>ZZZzzZZZzzZZZzzZZZzz<...

I reach up to cradle your head with my other hand, to keep you from a inducing a concussion against the dirt at the base of the tree you're tied to. You're truly mindless now...bucking wildly from feet to wrists, your ass and back successively banging on the ground, your knees drawing up all the way to your shoulders, then your feet violently thrusting outward and down, heels to the dirt, wave after wave wracking your body, your brain, and what used to be your mind. Eyes unseeing, mouth open wide, breathing suspended...convulsively becoming what you were always meant to be...pure, euphoric energy funneled through a physical body that can barely contain the brilliant focus of orgasmic fire between its legs.

I'm not sure how long this lasts, and I'm sure you have no idea either...I just kneel there by your twisting, writhing, thrashing body...slowly rotating that vibrator, keeping you safe...playing your body like the conductor of some maddened orchestra and utterly fascinated by the wildly unhinged state of manic incoherence to which I've reduced you.

Until you stop moving. Not suddenly, like a marionette with strings abruptly released...rather in stages, as though slowly succumbing to a powerful anesthetic's tranquilizing effect. Your bucking and thrashing become less explosive, your twisting less violent. Your lungs suddenly begin working again...your first breath a sharp, deep gasp, followed by a series of slow but equally deep inhalations.

Your motions are languid now, no longer tortured and convulsive. Hips pressing upward, rather than thrusting, to make contact with the vibrator. Fists slowly unclenching, toes uncurling, until finally you're lying flat on the ground, every muscle in your body relaxing completely into the trail dirt. Your head lolls to one side, half-hooded eyes finding me for a brief moment before closing. Your lips motion vaguely as though speaking, but soundlessly, neither of us knowing what you think you're trying to say.

I click the vibrator off but hold it gently against your body for a few moments longer, to be sure that you'll drift away while still feeling the pressure of it against your clit. Then I sit back on the ground, euphoric myself, drawn into silence by what just happened, running my eyes up and down your wet, naked body, drinking in the sight of your unconscious, glowing form glistening in the moonlight.

Though I don't untie your hands. I want you to wake up feeling the insistent restraint of the cords against your wrists, knowing that the eternity of unbridled freedom you just experienced is over.

But that can wait. For now I just sit quietly. Watching intently.

Amazed.