no limit

Mistress Bella, she stopped when she felt I was going to cum, she roughly removed the brush from my ass and threw it over her shoulder, I was out of breath, panting and shaking all over my body.

Rex let go of me and I collapsed on the floor, my legs no longer carrying me. Mistress Bella looked at me with a satisfied smile, her eyes shining with a perverse light.

As I was knocked out she turned me over, I didn't understand her words too busy regaining my senses when suddenly my clitoris was pierced by a needle. I screamed in pain, my legs contracting uncontrollably. Mistress Bella laughed sadistically, her face getting closer to mine.

• You will learn to obey, slut, she said staring into my eyes.

She pushed the needle a little deeper, and I felt a warm liquid flow down my legs. Rex held me firmly, his hands still tight around my wrists.

I immediately regained consciousness by raising my head I saw my clitoris pierced through and through and Mistress Bella who went up my thigh licking the blood that had beaded, up to my clitoris where she amused herself by tickling with her tongue which made the needle move her cruel gaze fixed on me.

Each movement of her tongue made the needle vibrate, sending waves of pain and pleasure mixed through my body. I felt my legs contract again, but this time, it was not only the pain that made them move. A shiver of pleasure rose in me, despite the suffering I felt.

Mistress Bella laughed again, her breath hot against my skin, and she pushed the needle a little more, making the metal move inside me.

Mistress Bella continued to play with the needle, her eyes never leaving mine. She twisted it gently, making me gasp in pain and pleasure. My back arched as I felt my body react to the sensation, the pain and pleasure mixing in a way that was both terrifying and exhilarating. I felt myself getting wetter and wetter, despite the pain, and I knew she could see it too.

-You like it, don't you, slut ?

Say it, slut, she whispered in my ear.

• I am your thing, tear me, whip me, **** me please

Mistress Bella sat up, the needle still in me. She grabbed my hair and **** me to look her in the eyes.

-You like the way I feel when I make you suffer!?

In a sort of trance I answered

• yess ... eyes.
• i'll grant you under shit

She spat in my face, a mad look and also a cruel joy free of any limits.

Mistress Bella held me firmly by the hair, her cruel gaze piercing me like a blade. She spat in my face again, the hot and viscous liquid running down my cheek, and I felt a wave of disgust overwhelm me but also of excitement to be totally at her mercy.

Mistress Bella leaned over me again, her breath hot against my skin, and she began to lick my face, cleaning the spit with her tongue.

She stood up while she signaled to Rex to hold me back on the ground

• spread your legs wide and stay still

I obey before I react she sent a vicious kick to my clitoris.

Mistress Bella's kick was like lightning, fast and precise. My clit, already sore from the needle, exploded in pain. I screamed, my legs instinctively contracting to try to protect my body from the pain. But Rex held me tight, his hands like vices around my wrists, preventing me from moving.

Mistress Bella told Emma who didn't dare look "count" while Ginger had lit a cigarette and seemed indifferent.

Another blow struck me this time on my sex.

Mistress Bella's foot touched my sex and I screamed, my body writhing under Rex's grip. The pain was unbearable, but I couldn't escape it.

Emma began to count hesitantly, her voice shaking with each number. "One, two, three..." after each blow.

Ginger, standing to the side, took a long drag on her cigarette, her eyes cold and indifferent. Mistress Bella paced back and forth, her heels clicking against the wooden floor. With each kick, I felt the pain in my clitoris intensify.

It was ten kicks that brought me to a state of agony of pleasure and pain. I hated and worshiped this cruel goddess in equal measure.

Mistress Bella finally stopped. Emma had stopped counting, her voice deadened by the pain I was feeling. Ginger, still impassive, took another drag on her cigarette, her eyes fixed on me with a morose curiosity.

I panted, my body trembling with pain and pleasure. My clit throbbed, the needle still embedded in me, and I could feel the pain pulsing along my thighs.

My gaze went to Ginger who gave me a nod of approval that gave me strength and the will to endure anything.