Elaine's Moment, Pt. 6

This was familiar. This was known-ground and she relished it. Ed's cock filled her mouth. It was like a comfortable pair of jeans, and she sucked it gently, bobbing her head back and forth and feeling the head crest past her lips and then forward to the back of her throat.

"Mmmmm," she said reflexively, enjoying the rhythm.

Her ass throbbed from the fifty paddles she had taken. Her nipples still felt the bite of the clover clamps that hung from then - standard operating procedure for a punishment blowjob. It was her pussy that hurt the most.

Between the alligator clamp on her clit and the shocks, her cunt had felt Ed's anger. She had earned it and she knew it, and she felt her cunt juice drip down her inner thigh as she thought about it, the dick sliding in her mouth only adding to the eroticism.

"Eyes open, slut," Ed's command was mild. "See yourself in the mirror. See the slut with the cock in her mouth."

Elaine opened her eyes and turned as best she could to see one of the many mirrors that Ed kept positioned in the punishment area. No longer in the overhead bar, she now knelt on a mat, hands cuffed behind her. The throb from the clamps kept reminding her of her tits and she saw them rocking gently, in time to Ed's gentle thrusts into her mouth and her gentle meeting of it.

Ed paused. "No cum tasting for you quite yet," he said, hands on his hips. He stood completely still, slightly arching his back. "Drink," was all that he said. "All of it."

Elaine watched her own expression as the piss arrived, a hot, strong stream of funk. She was congested from having cried so openly during the previous tortures, and it was a challenge to swallow. Dripping, however, was grounds for more punishment. When told to "swallow it all," it meant "no spills" so she concentrated on the act of swallowing more than she did on the taste.

Her belly was full as the stream slowed.

"Hold it there," Ed said, as the stream stopped. Elaine's mouth clenched as tightly as she could on the shaft, afraid of leakage. The taste was now very much on her mind.

"Swallow and hold," he said, and she complied. Ed said nothing as he then grunted the few last squirts into her still cock-plugged mouth. "Hold that," he said as he took his cock out of her mouth and rubbed the piss on her face.

"See the piss slut?" he said and there she was in the mirror. Pretty mouth bulging full of piss, nipples burning under the crush, hands cuffed behind her back, ponytail full and neat behind her pretty head.

"Gargle it, Elaine," he said. She knew he was nearing orgasm when he used her name. She wasn't sure if he knew that he did that, and it was on her mind as she tilted her head back, opened her mouth and did as she was told. The addition of air to the piss intensified the taste, and small splashes fell on her cheeks and face.

She gargled for about a minute before the command came to swallow, and the cock was returned to her mouth. It had softened, but just a bit, and it hardened again quickly.

The thrusts were stronger now, and Ed's hands came to the sides of her face. He, too, was looking in the mirror, watching his dick slide in and out of that pretty mouth.

Elaine loved the cum, and nearly cheered - dick muffled - as the first gob of it shot onto her tongue and against her throat. Ed's moaning became sex moans and he spurted again and again.

She knew to hold it. She loved holding it.

She was loved, and she fairly glowed with it. The pain in her nipples, her ass, her now dripping cunt, was forgotten.

Ed fell to his knees, the orgasm spending him, and he remained there for several minutes before he got up again. The cum had melted in Elaine's mouth and drips had fallen down her throat, but she held it and savored the tastes as the spunky smell went up her nose.

"Swallow," Ed said quietly, standing up and helping her to her feet. He removed the nipple clamps with no grace and Elaine muffled her cry.

Ed guided her to the torture table, removed her handcuffs but immediately replaced them with the nylon cuffs that held her arms wide on the table. He then placed the eye-cups blindfold on her, and her world disappeared.

"More?" she thought. Ed didn't normally continue with punishment after he came, but the rules were his to make and break as he saw fit. She lay there, spreading her legs under his guidance and feeling the nylon straps on her ankles and knees.

Ed removed the cunt-board - the board that normally completed the table, but could be slid out to give him access to her cunt, normally to hang weights while she lay flat.

Eileen shivered a bit. Her pussy had been savaged this week. Beaten soon after the unpaid bill was discovered. Shocked with alligator clamps. Stretched, but Ed already had told her that he was going to stretch her inner lips like his favorite "sklavin," Kirsten, from the old BDSM videos he loved.

"Maybe he'll leave me here with the clamps and weights, to stretch," she thought. He did it often and she hated it, but she obeyed.

The touch of his tongue made her flinch. It was gentle. Passing. Licked like an ice cream cone... and then around her previously savaged clit, gently and steadily. Ed's hands reached up and began fingering her just-crushed nipples.

It didn't take a minute. Elaine was already at the edge of orgasm during her torture, a phenomenon she often thought about. "I'm a masochist," she'd reason. "It's not crazy that the pain turns me on," and this was the last thought she had before the "petite mort" washed over her.

Her scream was as loud as it was during the cunt shocking... but different. The scream of completion. Of release.

That was the last thing she remembered, as she floated away.