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Petulant Pia
Part Three – “Thou shalt? No – Thou Art!”
Lying there with your legs forced apart, discomfort in your clitoris, your nose hooked, a tight band around your neck allowing breathing only with difficulty, and with severe pain in your breasts and nipples, you still manage some fleeting considerations, racing through your tormented, twisted and confused mind. You are happy that domination pleases me. This is what you have longed for – to be mastered. Also the pain is exciting, bringing you to new, heady heights. But still, you are scared of losing control of your mind. “If I submit only with my body now,” you think, “do everything he says, pretend, then maybe he will be easier on me. I will get the kick of being dominated and maybe I still won't have to surrender absolutely everything to him. Maybe he won't see that I retain essential control of myself. I have submitted here for a while. But only physically. I still control my mind.” Mentally you are still defiant. “He will never totally break me. No man ever has. No man is strong enough. I will take everything he inflicts on me but will never concede my soul.” But you are also troubled and apprehensive. I have been gone for a long while now. What was that Latin proverb? – Be on your guard against a silent dog and still water. Silent, enduring pain.
I eventually return and remove the nostril hook again. “Now Pia, what are you thinking?”
“I want to make you happy.” you say, softly, hoping that for some reason this will trigger release from the hooks.
“I am afraid that you are not totally honest. You are selfish, not selfless. You are thinking of your own comfort rather than my pleasure. I must hurt you for that. ”
I replace the nose hook and pull the rope on the pulley. Your breasts are pulled upwards, distorted by the four uncompromising hooks. Your bowed body arches further. I pull harder. You clench your teeth, trying to remain silent.
“You look delightful like that.” But then my tone hardens, I speak more firmly. “I am not content with negative obedience, nor even with the most abject submission. When finally you surrender to me, it will be of your own free will. I will convert you; I will capture your inner mind and reshape you. I will burn all thoughts of resistance and sexual independence out of you, not in appearance, but genuinely, in heart and soul. It is intolerable to me that a single erroneous, rebellious thought should ever exist in your mind, however secret and powerless it may be. The command of the medieval witch torturers was “Thou shalt not.” The command in Stalin's death camps was “Thou shalt”. My command to you is “ Thou art ”.”
I slide my finger into your sex.
“You are wet again, Pia. Very wet.”
“No I'm not.” you whisper between clenched teeth, a foolish remnant of resistance.
“You should know better than to try to contradict me on that”. I pull again.
Bolts of pain shoot through your nipples, breasts and clitoris.
“Aaargh..!” Your silent resistance has not lasted last long, and your breathing accelerates, quickened from constriction by the noose, ever tightening under your struggles, your face reddening.
“We both know what your wetness means. It means that you are a slut.
Not in the common usage of the word, but rather, you are a pain slut.”
“Nooooo…..!” A sharp pull on the clitoral wire.
“Yes, Pia. You need intense sexual pain. It is good so. Pain is life, and will integrate into the centre of your future.”
“Now.” “Look at my cock again. What do you wish for?”
Sullen, pained, silent resistance.
“These hooks are much, much stronger than your nipples. I will have no compunction in destroying your nipples right now if I have to.” “What are you now thinking?” I pull again.
The pain is now too great. You cannot stand it. Even with your head arched back you can see the nipple hooks pulling so hard it is clear that they are close to tearing through.
“Please!! Stop!!”
“No, Pia!” “That is the wrong answer!” and I pull all five wires harder.
Lightning pain sears your clitoris.
“Stop! Please!! Anything you want! I'll do anything!”
“Will you?”
“Yes!! Anything!!”
“Will you take a six-inch diameter studded dildo?”
Intolerable, inexorable, lancing pain. Your face is contorted.
“Yeesss!” you are screaming, desperate, frenzied under the atrocious suffering.
“Will you fuck the whole of my football team!”
“Yes!! Anything! Stop!!”
I pull again, the nipples now at ripping point.
“Are you eager, at every instant, to be penetrated by me, by anything I wish, or any persons I wish and in which ever orifice I wish for the rest of your life?”
“YESS!! ANYYYTHINGGG!!”
At this I slowly release the pressure on the hooks and slowly remove the noose, the nostril tether, the clitoral wire, the leg ropes. With wire cutters I cut through the hooks so that the barbs must not be pulled through your breasts and nipples. And, for the first time, I remove your handcuffs from behind your back.
Still in intense pain, crying profusely, with bleeding nipples and breasts, your one thought now is to please me. This desire is now etched into your consciousness. Softly now you are repeating the mantra. “Anything you want. I will do anything. Anything.”
“You may pleasure me now.” I say firmly.
You turn and see my stiff cock. “ Yes. I want to suck you. Please. Give me your cock! I want you to come. Pleeeassse..!” and I allow you, still on the bed, to humour me, moving your lips gently over my stiffness, back and forth, one or two inches at a time, tasting the saltiness, the soft texture. Then more vigorously, then removing your head and licking along the sensitive underside, then back in your mouth.
My voice becomes softer, gentler. “That's good, Pia. Keep working.”
“I'm so sorry” you whisper, for the first time, and resume your soft work.
We both know what this means. It is an apology for your having resisted.
Although still in pain, you become more active, clasping round the cock with your lips, putting all of your feminine art and guile into this special act of submission. I become harder and soon again take things into my own hands. I hold both sides of your head and push further in, against the back of your mouth, then down into your throat. This is challenging for you; you must withstand this peremptory intrusion, hold out. I start fucking your throat deeply, producing the gagging reflex. I fuck harder and harder and soon I start coming deep down your throat. Still coming I pull my cock back, shooting in your mouth and then out, the last spurt stringing over your left cheek. I push my cock back in and rest a moment, luxuriating in the warmth and wetness of your mouth. Then I speak again. “You may swallow the semen now.” You swallow. “Lick my cock clean!” After a couple of recuperative breaths you delicately clean my cockhead with your tongue.
We lie together now. Your hands are now freed. Your nipples have stopped bleeding. I swab them delicately with antiseptic, and kiss you again tenderly, and hug you.
“You know, Pia, I am your tormentor but I am also your protector, your lover and your friend” I say softly. I hold your head and gaze deeply and lovingly into your eyes. “You have very beautiful eyes. Together with your flowing blonde hair they give you an invigorating air of freshness.”
I kiss you gently on the lips. Although your nipples are still stinging, the kiss has an effect on you and them, and you again start to melt, this time in my arms. Lying beside you, my fingers gently trace down the outside of your forearm while I am talking to you, kissing you, caressing you.
“You are progressing well. It is just a beginning, but a beginning is half the act, is it not? You, yourself will, in the near future, clamour to be allowed into my land of green pastures, my land of your fulfilment, my warm, comfortable, safe, summer-perfumed erotic paradise. The struggles for identity that have been tearing your mind apart are far worse than the physical tortures I am inflicting on you. Only when you calmly, decidedly and irreversibly enter the Nirvana of total abandon to me, will this inner torment cease. Then you will have attained complete and final contentment.”
You are absorbing this. But the night is now mature and we are tired. I am holding you, comforting you, we are simply together, and you drift safely off to sleep.
End of Part Three
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