BDSM
2006-08-09
Exploring April Part 6
The Final Chapter
April and I had enjoyed the opportunity to share her sexuality together for months and we’d spent quite some time with other women, but it was time to return to the essence of our relationship and that was bondage and rough, non-consensual sex. So I planned a special afternoon at her place for a date some weeks in advance knowing that the anticipation would help get her going.
Because our physical relationship was based solely upon the exploration of her sexuality as it related to pain and non-consent, both of us knew that the time would come when she had come as far as she desired. In the end this type of relationship would be non-sustainable precisely because I was not a true dominant—the very reason she chose me as a safe partner for painful exploration. It was also true that she wanted to explore this type of sexuality, but was also not totally submissive and would never explore it with anyone else wanting the control of picking me the one person she could trust and surrender to.
Hence, although neither of us said anything, our time together was ending. Soon she would need to close this chapter of her life and move on to finding fulfillment in a sustainable and most likely, conventional relationship. I wanted this final session to be memorable and it took some careful thought, some work in front of the grinder and a little on-line shopping to make it all come together.
April’s back deck was supported by some large four-by-fours and I placed a large screw in ring high on one of these beams. Now that spring was underway the temperature was warm enough for outdoor activity of the sort I had in mind.
That evening I had the naked April come out of walk out basement and up to the post under the deck. Tying her hands together in front of her, I looped the rope through the ring and pulled her arms up until she was standing on her toes fully extended, the post up against her sternum, her breasts resting alongside of the post.
For the occasion I had purchased a red ball gag which I now inserted taking time to get it good and snug to muffle the expected screams. My next surprise was a flogger made of suede. It made a great noise, was a heavy thump on her skin with each blow and had great wrap around potential. I flogged her back and buttocks leaving mild marks and moved on to my real aim, her breasts.
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Standing in front of her I struck her tits much harder than I had her back and was rewarded with muffled cries of pain. Then I stepped back behind her and struck at the side of her breasts. The heavy material of the whip wrapped around the front of her breast cutting sharply into the white sensitive flesh and nipples, because as the whip wraps around a structure the velocity of the tip markedly increases and amplifies the force applied so these blows were by far the worse on her sensitive and sexually responsive nipples.
Next I took a short length of heavy wooden dowel and tied it to each ankle forcing the legs at least a foot apart from each other almost pulling her poor suffering arms our of their sockets with the strain. I ran my hand down each tensed arm feeling her flesh maximally stressed all the way down the underside of her arms to her chest where I brutally pinched her nipples, crushing each in my fingers until she screamed in agony as her hard tips were twisted and pulled far away from the breast. At last I explored between her legs and found her very wet.
I worked her hard little clit bringing gasps of pleasure from her but as she began nearing release I stopped and sough out the flogger. This time the wrap around target was her moist pussy. I would hit the buttocks and let the whip ends wrap under into her hot pink folds bringing more than cries and muffled shrieks as the flogger’s tips found not only her labia and clit, but her aroused entrance.
My cock was huge, but I needed to hold off just a little longer. I had carefully shaped some thick metal nails so that they started thin at the tip and expanded in thickness quickly. These had been store in a glass jar of rubbing alcohol to keep them sterile, now I took them out and poured the jar carefully of each of her cut and bruised breasts, making April writhe in pain as the liquid hit her damaged nerves. Then taking one of the specially designed nails I positioned it at the base of her left nipple and with quick blows nailed her nipple to the wood.
April screamed in agony behind the gag, but I pounded the nail until the head crushed the nipple firmly against the wooden beam and then repeated the maneuver on the right nipple. Observing her in the throes of agony I stepped behind her and entered her vaginally enjoying the massive wetness of her opening trusting her had and forcing her to move against the trapped nipples a thin track of blood now running down either side of the post.
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After several minutes of fucking her wet woman passage I withdrew and began working my organ up past her tight anal opening and once inside fucked her mercilessly and hard while reaching around and finding her clit. She began to tighten around me and the sensations were wonderful. Both of us were climbing closer and closer to release. I could hold out no longer and began filling her bowels with a massive load and as I shot my first emissions into I heard her cry out and felt the rhythmic contractions of her climax around my member. I withdrew and untied her hands and feet. Standing secured by her nailed down nipples, her hands examined the punctured nipples in the mix of fascination and horror. Our activity had stretched the holes larger than the diameter of the nails meaning removal would be hopefully simple.
Using the hammer I carefully removed the nails from the beam leaving them in the nipples for the moment as April quietly freaked out about her newly altered nipples. I pulled out the nipple rings I had keep in the jewel box until now. The gold rings were placed as the nails were removed accompanied by April’s startled cry of pain and fear along with a little fresh blood. Once placed the rings looked real good and we went back inside to wash off the blood and later have a gentle, good-by fuck.
This was twenty-two years ago. Today April is happily married to a man who understands her need of restraint and allows her sexual freedom. She doesn’t practice any painful sex these days. The nipple rings are still in place and playing with them brings her endless pleasure, at least they did earlier this year when I last enjoyed them.
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She no longer lives in that same house, but if you ever happen to visit a home in the North East that has a second story deck with posts supporting it look for the small holes and the faint trickle of blood running 12-18 inches down each side and if you find them – remember the time you too enjoyed with me exploring April.
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