I settle myself back in the kitchen. The plug rests against sensitive nerves, I can feel that I'm starting to get very wet. He watches me, control flickering in his blue eyes. He encourages me to make conversation. He's loving this. I am made to sit and chat plugged for what feels like forever, he then tells me to go and remove it. Insert something into my cunt instead. I do as I'm told and come back downstairs. Conversation continues, a little easier for me this time, I'm getting into the rhythm of the game. Half here and half somewhere else, he's getting a lot out of it. The way he's talking to me has changed, he directs the conversation, he leaves heavy deliberate silences to make me more conscious of my circumstances. I don't know how long I'm wearing this one for. It blurs.
He tells me to go and remove my toy and fetch the cupping kit. I do as instructed. He contorts and moves my body until he's got a cup attached as he desires. He makes me hold and pump repeatedly drawing the sensitive genital skin into the cup. It makes me wince but I can't lie it did get easier. Foolish thoughts.
He gets up and unbuttons his slacks, stands next to me, a faint flash of excitement shoots through my groin. The thought of sucking him right now, oh that would have been exquisite, but no. He pushes himself between my lips.
" I don't want to miss a minute of you hurting yourself"
His urine starts to flood my mouth and I breath and swallow heavily. It starts to become difficult and painful after a while but I don't miss a drop and swallow until its over.
Back to the pumping. The discomfort, the contortion of flesh, the pain of trying to keep conversation flowing, my mind is getting tired.
"Lets go upstairs".
I undress and lie on the bed. He rubs lubricant into my cunt and I moan in despite of myself. He smacks me playfully. He starts by attaching two cups to my lower labia. He pumps hard and I moan. It's deep and painful. I cry out and settle into it. He adds another two cups to my nipples, now this is agony. I yelp and wail piteously. Tears itch in the corner of my eyes. I'm boiling hot and sweating. It takes every ounce of self restraint in my stupid little head not to take these off.
He holds me by my wrists. Pinning me down with the weight of his body. He spits in my face. He repeatedly reassures me that he isn't going to stop, like this is comfort, like this is the thing I want to hear.
The final cup he adds is beyond any pain and discomfort I could have imagined. It completely covers my clit and inner lips. He cranks the pump repeatedly, the flesh is pulled dramatically into the cup, stretched, contorted, bulbous pink and engorged. I scream, bloody guttural agony. I can hear his breath is ragged. Mine is dramatic and short. I repeatedly beg.
"Please take these off, please take these off, please George please, I love you don't hurt me."
"Sure"
He removes the cups from my nipples. Oh god not those they don't even matter in comparison! He wiggles the cup on my cunt around, taps and flicks it.
"It feels like your going to have your flesh ripped off, doesn't it?"
He grins at me manically. I look through him. There's no one there to even beg to really. I feel weak and defeated. The pain is black and oozes through my body a sludgy polluting trail.
I am in agony. When he removes that cup it is such a pure moment. Im drifting around being conscious. I can hear a little ocean sounds, I am struggling to really stay with the situation. He turns me over and pushes himself into me. My cunt feels numb and strange and distended. He repeatedly fucks me. It takes me a while to even realise what's going on. I suddenly start to feel blood in my groin, a faint pulse, a tentative whisper of feel good satisfaction. I moan softly. He pulls from inside me and rubs his soaking wet cock in between the lips of my cunt, rubbing my clit with his piercing. I moan, it's fucking exquisite, it's really good. He growls above my head, it obviously feels good for him too. He comments.
"It's like I've made a whole new hole to fuck. You're so swollen".
He pushes back inside me. I ask if I can touch myself and I ask if I can come. I burn and feel numb and try to sift through the discomfort to find the pleasure. It isn't that hard. My climax is strange and alien, good and painful. I wail, it hurts. I'm thankful.
We continue our evening. My clothes hurt my skin. I cook him dinner. We chat. I come down. At bedtime he says we can play again. I'm excited. He makes me stretch the cheeks of my bottom and rims me, licks and touches, taps my clit with his finger tips, that's pretty uncomfortable actually. He fucks me aggressively, viscerally. He yanks my body around so that he can get his pleasure how he wants. I am thrown about and held down and repeatedly penetrated. My orgasm bursts forth in climactic desperate pleasure. It's deep. My fingers and toes burn. We are both covered in sweat. He rides me through it and I clench and squirt and cover us in satisfaction. I'm in pain today. Thanks.?
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