Sadistic Stripper Pt. 02

This is a continuation of Sadistic Stripper Part 1.

Warning: This one contains extreme CBT

She withdrew her finger from my mouth -- the finger that had been deep in her asshole just a moment before -- and stared at me. Not smiling, just... judging. It's funny how the mind works. For the first time that night, I realized I didn't know her name. I should have asked her on the ride from the strip club. Now it felt too late to even ask.

"Soon I'm going to sit on your face, and when I do, you're going to want to touch yourself. So I'm not going to let you."

I nodded.

"And to make sure..."

She opened a nightstand drawer and took out a pair of handcuffs. I extended my arms in a trance, and she cuffed me to the metal bar at the head of the bed. My key ring fell out of my hands onto the bed. She snatched up the keys.

"You're not going to be needing those tonight," and she tossed them into a corner of the room.

"Oh, I should have told you. I'm going to do things to your balls. Painful things. Things you won't like. But you're going to let me, right?"

I was breathing so hard I could barely speak. My cock -- already hard -- twitched and seemed to grow even harder. She noticed.

"I'll take that as a yes."

She took out two more pairs of handcuffs and dangled them in front of me.

"Let's make sure." She spread my legs apart, then cuffed each of my ankles to the bed frame, leaving my cock and balls completely exposed.

She then pulled off her pink thong. She approached my side of the bed and stood towering over me. Her pussy was inches from my face and I could smell it. A strong smell.

She looked at my spread-eagled naked body. Then reached a conclusion.

"You're fat and your dick is ugly."

I didn't know how to respond.

She slapped my face. "Say it back to me" She didn't raise her voice. She didn't have to.

"I'm... I'm fat and... my dick is ugly." Her face showed no emotion. She was not at all surprised by her power over me. Clearly I wasn't the first guy she had done this too.

And with that, she climbed into the bed, lying next to me. I could smell her breath -- that sweet vanilla scent -- as she surrounded my balls with one hand. Softly at first. I felt a tingle through my whole body that almost made me cum. But then she began squeezing. Harder. Harder still.

"Do not scream," she said as I felt her fingers digging deep into my testicles from both sides and her long fingernails almost breaking the skin. I wanted to scream, but I obeyed. She watched as my face contorted in pain.

"Look at me."

I complied, as she maintained her painful grip. Those light blue eyes.

"Keeping looking at me. Don't look away."

I did, and I took the pain for what seemed like an eternity.

Finally, she released her hold just slightly, and smiled down at me. "You like my pretty young face," she said, matter-of-factly.

I nodded, relieved that the worst for my balls was over. My relief didn't last long.

"Keeping looking at me while I do this."

Her taunting smile grew wider and her fingers moved to a new area of my balls and pushed inward, hard, jolting me with an even more intense level of pain. She moved her fingers again, found a new sensitive spot, and dug her fingers in again, even harder this time. I wanted to scream. But she had told me not to.

Finally she released me.

"You're so pathetic for letting me do that"

I nodded.

"You ever been in therapy?"

Strange question, but I answered. "Yes."

"I already know more about you than your shrink ever did."

This made me laugh a little. "Well, I don't think--"

She slapped my face hard and brought her face directly over mine.

"Stop talking and open your mouth."

I did, and she let a long strand of drool slowly make its way toward my mouth.

"Don't swallow yet."

I let the drool sit in my mouth, rolling it around on my tongue, actually savoring this new taste from her body, and feeling like it was a gift.

"Swallow it."

I swallowed.

"Would your shrink ever guess you would willingly swallow my spit?"

She had a point.

"I saw a shrink for a few weeks," she said. "Waste of money. Last time I saw him he was lying right here, in the same situation you're in, willing to do anything for me. I lost respect for him after that. Just like I've already lost respect for you."

The idea that she had done these same things to her psychotherapist surprised me on one level, but it made sense on another. There was something about her -- her looks and her confidence and her commanding presence -- that would make it hard for anyone, even a trained therapist, to resist.

"May I have permission to speak?"

She laughed. "Sure. Ten words. That's all." She seemed pleased that this restriction would make it more difficult for me. "Count them in your head before speaking"

I composed the words carefully in my mind. Then I spoke slowly, watching her hold up a finger after each word, counting.

"Why do I like this? Why do you like it?"

"Oh good, you can count. You may be ugly, but you're not stupid."

But she could tell that I really did want answers.

"Okay, here's some free insight. You: Your innate desire for procreation got twisted. Maybe a fucked up childhood. Maybe fucked up genes. Doesn't matter. You want intimate contact with a hot, fertile woman like me -- that's innate, you can't help it -- but deep down you know you don't deserve it. So the only realistic way to be intimate with me is to suffer, to feel degraded for even wanting me."

Wow. Was that true? At a minimum, it was interesting. If my balls weren't hurting so much from her prior squeezing, and if I were allowed to say more than ten words, I would have wanted to pursue this further.

She continued: "Me: I'm even more twisted than you are." Then she smiled. In some other context, it would have looked like a sweet, innocent smile. But given what she said next, that smile sent a shiver through my body. "You've barely begun to see how twisted I am."

"What does that---"

She cut me off with another slap to my face. I noticed that her slaps were getting consistently harder each time. Could she be that controlled? That methodical?

"It's time for you to be degraded by my asshole, pervert."

And with that, she swung her body over me, facing my legs.

I stared at her ass. She reached back, spread her ass cheeks. "Look," she said.

My cock twitched. Even though my balls still ached badly, my erection was harder than I had ever experienced.

"You're so turned on by this. What a sick fuck."

She brought her asshole directly in contact with my nose.

"Sniff."

I did. Pungent, after a night of her dancing at the club.

"Keep sniffing. Deeper."

I was intoxicated, the smell of her asshole was like a drug, making me high.

"Now kiss it."

I gave her a light kiss.

"No, French kiss. Pretend my asshole is my mouth."

I kissed her again, flicking my tongue on her anus.

"Good. Now stick out your tongue and keep it out."

I did as I was told.

She positioned her asshole directly over my tongue and -- once she felt the tip at her opening -- she pressed down. Her asshole was incredibly tight, but my tongue was able to slide in as she ground herself down. Salty, tangy. I felt the oily walls of her asshole tighten around my tongue, making me struggle to keep it inside her, but I managed.

"Deeper."

I extended my tongue as far as I could and wiggled it around in her depths.

She finally raised her ass up just enough for me to breathe.

"What a pervert."

"Yes," I said as I gasped for air.

"Do you want to please me even more, pervert?

"Yes," I said, hating and loving her power over me.

"This time, while you're tongue-fucking my asshole, I'm going to punch you in the balls. Hard. It will hurt like nothing you've ever felt before. The pain will travel up your body into your throat. I'll allow you to scream this time, because you won't be able to stop yourself. But you'll be screaming into my ass. Do you understand?

She could feel my forehead brush against her thighs as I nodded.

"There's more. After that first punch, while you're still feeling that incredible pain, you'll want to recover. But I won't let you. A few seconds later I'm going to punch you again.

I was terrified to hear this, yet my cock stayed hard.

"The second one will hurt even more. That doesn't seem possible, but trust me, it will. Because for that second one, I'm going to be holding your balls tight in my left hand while I smash into them with my right fist. They'll have nowhere to move, so they'll have to take the full force of the punch internally. You might pass out. But I'd prefer you didn't, because I want you to feel the pain, and to be aware while you suffer that I did it to you."

I swallowed hard.

"Uhm, I'm not sure I--"

But her ass pressed down into my face, cutting me off.

"Tongue," she ordered.

I slid my tongue back into her asshole, nervously awaiting what was about to happen.

"I'm going to count down from five and then you'll get the first one. Keep your tongue in my asshole no matter how much it hurts."

She must have felt me scrunch up my face in anticipation, because she laughed. "Don't worry. This will be fun." She pressed her ass down harder. "For me."

And then the countdown started. "Five...." My heart started beating faster. "Four..." I felt a slight shift in her weight, and figured she was raising her fist high in the air to add power to that first punch. "Three..."

And then it happened: without waiting for the countdown to end, I felt her fist slam hard into my balls, felt her knuckles sending them reeling into my body, against my pelvic bone.

"Ha, tricked you."

The pain was excruciating. It travelled up my stomach toward my chest, but also stayed within the balls themselves where the intensity seemed only to increase. Yet there was something thrilling about the fact that this hot young woman had done this to me. That she wanted to do it. And somehow, in my desire to please her, I kept my tongue deep in her asshole the whole time.

Then I felt her hand surround my balls and I remembered what she promised to do next. I shivered in terrified anticipation. Her grip tightened and I could feel the skin stretching around my still-aching balls. She pulled them up and away from my body, tightening the skin further. And then it happened: Her fist slammed hard into both testicles, which -- with no room to move -- absorbed the full force of the blow. And this is what I remember in those final moments before I passed out: A lightning bolt of pain shooting up my body all the way to my head. The taste of her ass on my extended tongue which -- amazingly -- remained deep inside that steamy hole. And her delighted laugh.

When I came back into consciousness, still handcuffed to her bed frame, it was still dark outside. She was lying next to me. Her hand lightly caressed my balls, which ached more than seemed possible. I could still taste her ass in my mouth, reminding me of what we had done earlier. That reminder, and her caresses, were causing a new erection to spring up.

"How long was I out?" I asked.

"Just a few minutes."

Her caresses continued.

"You're being nice," I said, with genuine surprise.

"No, just unpredictable," she said. Then, to emphasize her point, she gave my tender balls a squeeze and I screamed in pain.

"See? The unpredictability made it worse."

She spit in my face and I felt her saliva in the corner of my eyes and dripping down my nose. I instinctively tried to wipe it with my hand, but the handcuffs wouldn't reach.

"I don't know which I like more: Hurting you, or humiliating you."

She gave my balls another squeeze, harder this time. I screamed again.

"Fortunately, you let me do both."

Then I heard a car pull into the driveway.

"Oh, my boyfriend's home," she said nonchalantly. "Wait here."

As if I had a choice, with my arms and legs still cuffed to her bed frame.

And she headed out of the bedroom, naked, he perfect ass swaying as she walked.