Mistress takes him again

He felt like he was crawling out of a black hole as he slowly became aware of the slight pain he was still feeling and the overwhelming intensity of the orgasm Mistress had just given him. He heard quiet, steady breathing in his ear.

“Are you awake, my slut?” He heard his Mistress’ soft, seductive voice.

“Ye-“ His voice caught in his throat. He began again, “Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress. Thank you.”

“You are welcome, my sweet slut. It is time to remove the clips. Are you ready?”

He moaned thinking of the swift, hot pain that would flood into his body as blood flow was restored to the constricted parts of his body. “Yes, Mistress. Thank you. I am ready.”

“You may want to cum again, but you will not. Is that clear, my slut?”

Cum again?! It did not seem likely as he looked at the results of his orgasm on the towel and rug beneath him. Nevertheless, his cock was still hard. Not nearly so hard as it was a few minutes ago, but still hard. She had made him have long, hard erections in the past, in the recent past. She had made him cum almost painfully before. But hearing Her voice this time. Just the sound of Her voice. The effect had been incredible. His body achieving heights of pleasure he did not realize were possible. Maybe he would cum again.

“Yes, Mistress. It is clear.”

“You will remove the clips in the order you placed them. Do you remember that order, slut?”

“I think so, Mistress.”

“We will see. Tell me what you are going to do before you do it, then as you do it. Begin whore.”

“Yes, Mistress.” His hand moved to his right nipple. Right now, it was nearly numb, but he knew that would not last long. “I am going to remove the clip from my right nipple now, Mistress. It’s opening . . . Completely off . . . oooooh, Mistress. Pain . . . Mistress. Aaaaaaaahhh . . .”

“Yes, my slut. Feel the blood rush back. Restoring your hard nipple. Filling it. Feel the heat . . . the fire . . . your nipple is no longer numb, is it?”

“Ooooooohhhh no Mistress. No longer numb.” The worst of the pain was fading but he knew a dull ache would remain for many hours. A tangible reminder of his Mistress’ desires.

“Continue my whore.”

“Yes, Mistress. My left nipple. My fingers are on the clip. Opening . . . off . . . ooooohhhhhhhhgod . . . Mistress.” The pain brought him slightly forward. It was no stronger than with the right nipple, but the intensity on top of the lingering pain seemed to be more.

“Slut. Flick your nipples with your fingers.”

He moaned then did as She commanded. His fingers rekindling the rapidly fading intense pain. He flicked them again and again, moaning for Her. Moaning his pain for Her.

“Ahh yes. Feel the pain I give you. Is it not wonderful, slut? Look at your cock. Is it not very hard again?” then she laughed her soft, seductive laugh.

Yes, his cock was hard again. Very hard.

“Slut? Is there still ice in your glass?”

“Yes, Mistress.” His hand was already reaching toward the glass, ready to obey Her next command.

“Take an ice cube in each hand. You know what I want. Do it, whore.”

He closed his eyes and thought he could see Her face. A passionate, commanding look in Her eyes, on Her lips. With his eyes still closed, imagining Her face, his hands pressed the ice to the tormented nipples, pushing against them . . . his moans increasing in intensity and volume. Crying out for Her.

“Feel my pain, my slut. Feel it fill you. Feel it increase your desire to please. Your need to obey. Feel the blood pour into your cock . . . My cock . . . making it hard again. Feel it, my slut.”

“YEsyes, Mistress. Oh yesssss. Anything . . . I would . . . oooohhhh . . . do anything . . . anything for you, Mistress.”

“Move the ice around your nipples. Caress them with the ice. Is it not amazing how something so cold can produce such hot pain?”

The cold water from the ice melting dripped down his chest, some of it falling on his hard cock. He thought he could hear it sizzle.

“Put the ice back, slut. Reach down between your legs. Flick the clips with your fingers. Move them. Awaken your body’s pain.”

He did as She directed, his moans increasing to near screams as the nearly numb places came quickly alive again, responding to this new manipulation.

“This time, my slut, you will not open the clips. You will merely pull them quickly from your body. I hear your cries, my whore. My pain slut. I hear your cries, but I know your body wants this. What does your cock look like, slut? How does it feel?”

“OhGod Mistress . . . so hard . . . it is so hard it hurts . . . Mistress . . . Mistress . . .”

It was true. It did not seem possible that it could be harder than a short while ago, but it was. His cock was huge. Longer, thicker and much, much harder than it had ever been. The need to cum, the pain of that need, felt like it would make him crazy.

Her voice came back to him, very, very softly. He had to bite back his own moans, his own responses to Her to hear Her words.

“It is time, my pain whore. It is time. Move your hands so each one is surrounding two clips. You will not squeeze them open. You will just pull them, quickly from your body, NOW!”

His hand moved the second after her command, yanking the clips roughly from the tender skin, screaming again and again as the room spun and the full intensity of the pain hit him. He nearly fell to the floor, leaning forward on his hands and knees, his body screaming in unison with his voice. And his cock. He was going to . . . ohgodno . . . it was going to explode again . . . he didn’t think he could hold back . . .

“DO . . . NOT . . . CUM!”

Her words cut through his screams and at what felt like that last possible second, he was somehow able to hold back the explosion. Doing so increased his pain. And his screams.

“Reach behind you, pain whore. Grasp the anal plug and pull it out. Do not be gentle with yourself. Do it roughly. Increase your pain. Feel my hand circle the base, my fingers brushing your skin. Feel my hand curl into a fist around it. Feel it move just a little deep inside you. Feel your body scream as I pull it completely out of you in one motion. Ooooohhhh yes, slut. I love your screams. How they arouse me. How they excite me. Scream for me, my whore, my slut, my sweet slut. Scream for your Mistress.”

Her words came to him as through a fog. He was lying on the floor on his side. His body screaming. His ass achingly empty, on fire from the rough displacement of the plug.

“Mistress.” he was gasping for air through the pain, trying to speak, trying to beg. “Mistress . . . ple . . . please . . . my . . . Your . . . cock . . . hot . . . hard . . . please . . .”

Her voice so soft he almost could not hear it. Just one word, “Cum.” His body responding completely. Exploding. He screamed one loud long painful scream as the convulsion gripped him. He heard Her sigh through his screams . . . he felt a second convulsion at the sound of it . . . then a third as She said the word once more . . . then blessed darkness as he passed out.