Before Double Trouble

Before Double Trouble III

“Are you certain you want to do this, Lori? It's going to be painful as hell" Josh asked his love.  It was after they had returned for a successful formal evening at an event hosted by his architectural firm.  They had shed their formal wear, Josh more than happy to get out of his tux (‘monkey suit’, he thought of it).

"Yes, I'm sure", she replied. "I know how long and hard you have worked on this gadget, at my insistence, and I'm more than ready to try it out.”

She had told him some months before of her desire/fantasy to be whipped on the pussy and inner thighs, while her nipples were being tortured and she was being fucked in the ass by a large dildo.

After a lot of thought, Josh had designed and built a contraption that he thought would do the job nicely. It had a short leather-covered "bench" for her to lie on; it ended at her waist so that her ass would hang free. The other end had a round notch that her neck would rest in. It was supported by two iron pipes firmly attached to heavy metal bases.

There were two 2 x 4s at its base, angled upwards in a Vee from there; they had ankle cuffs built in at just the right height. There were numerous small motors mounted in various places around this affair, most of which had whips attached to flywheels on them.

Now the time had arrived. Josh strapped Lori very tightly into her corset (her waist was now cinching down to just 19").  She could hardly breathe easily from its strict compression of her waist, but that would be the easiest part of the night.

Josh laid her down, her back on the leather bench with one end beneath her waist. Lori's neck rested comfortably in the notch at the other end. Josh laid down next to that bench and, taking Lori's hanging arms, strapped them together tightly at both wrists and elbows (around the pipe supporting that end). He suspended her jammed-together elbows and wrists to a hook mounted on the underside near the ass end of the bench with another strap.

Next were her legs. Josh buckled the ankle cuffs attached to the 2 x 4s to Lori's ankles. Her legs were now spread apart by about three feet at the ankles, forming a V down to her exposed, and already moist, pussy, and canted slightly backwards towards her head.

Her nipples were clamped with clover-leaf clamps. Each had a wire attached that went up to a 1½ inch flywheel positioned vertically on a jutting pipe about three feet above her chest. The flywheel had two connecting hubs on opposite sides, at the very edges of the flywheel; one wire from each nipple clamp was secured to a separate hub. 
Finally, her corseted waist was anchored to the leather support board with a heavy strap, pulled maximally tight.

"One last chance to back out, Lori", Josh said to his pain-slut lover. "It's now or you're stuck for the next fifteen minutes".

"No, honey, I'm determined - let's do it", she responded.

Josh turned on the switch that activated all the parts of her coming torture. He had painstakingly checked them out many times, including the placement and movement of all the punishing attachments. Quite a few glitches had cropped up along the way, but it was now perfectly put together.  As the multiple small motors warmed up, the device began its diabolical punishment of Lori.

First, six strands from a whip slashed downwards onto her exposed pussy. WHAP!  Lori’s body jerked from the strike, inasmuch as it was able.  The whip was on a revolving flywheel, and would repeat that action every 30 seconds.

Second, the strands of two whips mounted on metal rods flush with the ankle-hold 2 x 4s lashed the inside of her tender thighs, just above her pussy. WHACK!  Lori’s legs twitched in response as she uttered a low moan.  These whips also were on rotating flywheels and, again, would repeat every 30 seconds. In addition, another mechanism moved the thigh whip motors and flywheels up one inch, so the next strikes would be just slightly higher.

Third, the flywheel with the nipple clamps attached began to turn. Each nipple in turn would be pulled up over one inch by the painful clamps, then relaxed as the flywheel turned and the other nipple received the same treatment.  OUCH!  Each nipple was tortured in turn every 15 seconds.

Fourth, a whippy rod swung around from the side and smacked Lori hard in the dead-center of her ass. SMACK!  It would retract and repeat this action every 15 seconds.

Fifth, a gigantic, well-lubricated 9 ½ phallus, modeled on Josh's own penis, was thrust forward into Lori's asshole. It plunged in up to its hilt, then retracted. This ass fucking stroke would also be repeated every 15 seconds.  Lori actually liked this part; the dildo filled every cubic millimeter of her rear, and she did so like that feeling.

Finally, from her sides, another whippy rod snapped into the bottom of Lori's left breast; another rod on the other side would whip into her right breast. OOWWW!  Each would then retract, and repeat every 30 seconds.

For the next quarter hour, Lori was assaulted over and over again. Pussy whip (hard!), driving ass dildo, rod-whipped on her ass, inside thighs whipped, with the whips' motors lifting then another inch for the next strikes. When the thigh-whip motors reached her knees, they would begin a descent back down to her pussy, an inch at a time

Nipples painfully pulled upwards, alternating, every 15 seconds. Harsh strokes on the underside of each breast, alternating. She was hurting in so many places, repeatedly struck by the hellish devices every minute or fraction thereof.  Lori was in a haze of pain - and incredible pleasure.

Her ongoing orgasms helped wet her loins for the each successive pussy strike, upping the searing heat and pain she experienced.  Her poor ass was jammed into again and again; the compleat ass fucking.  Nipples yanked repeatedly, her poor breasts beaten black and blue by the rods smacking into them from either side.

And, to top off the whole adventure - her tightly corseted waist compressed to near invisibility, her arms welded tightly together by the straps, her head hung comfortably from the notch at the end of the bench. Josh stood at that spot, his very erect manhood plunging in and out of Lori's mouth.  He came twice during her torture, the second time spurting slightly-less copious cum into her welcoming mouth. Between a brief rest, of course, to let his well-exercised dong become engorged again via viewing the punishment Lori was receiving ... and receiving ... and receiving.

When it finally ended at the fifteen minute mark, Lori had been repeatedly punished via the pussy whipping, 60 hard strokes total. The thigh-whips had sliced into each poor leg 60 times, while her ass had 120 welts from the side-mounted rod.

She had experienced 120 deep thrusts from the ass-aimed dildo, gigantic by anyone's standards. Lori's clamped and tender nipples had been yanked upwards 120 times --- each. Finally, the undersides of her breasts had been beaten so severely ... 60 hard strokes each ... that they would be sore for the next month.

She later admitted to Josh that it had been the most painful session she had ever endured.  And, in some ways, the most unbelievably erotic.  Still, there WAS that large pool of cum underneath her ass that attested to the many heavy and ongoing orgasms she had experienced.  All in all, an experiment that exceeded both her pain and orgasm limitations, and one which she felt no urgency to repeat.

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Lori wouldn't let Josh so much as touch her for a week after her very painful experiment with that damned contraption she had asked him to build. She still loved him, though, and took care to satisfy his needs with her mouth, lips and tongue during that period.

It was just that she was so very, very sore ... her nipples hurt, her breasts hurt, her ass hurt, her inner thighs hurt, and her rear passage had been rendered almost numb.

She never wanted to see that 'thing' she had suffered upon again. Josh had to disassemble it (not too difficult) and stash it in a far corner of their large playroom. He draped a plastic tarp over it so poor Lori would not be constantly reminded of that night.

Eventually, time wounds all heels ... er, heals all wounds. Lori began to enjoy bondage again -- but, hold all pain for the time being. She still enjoyed the discomfort of strict ties, though, so Josh began her journey back to full-fledged bondage slut again about a week later.

He started very easy. A nude Lori was rendered into a tight erect X-shape inside a large bondage "shadow box". Arms and legs were held rigidly in place with suspension cuffs on each wrist and ankle, then stretched taut with ropes to each corner of the "box".

Josh undressed too, mostly so that Lori could see his rapidly engorging cock. He moved close to her, and began to lick her breasts, and nibble on her nipples. She loved his attentions!  When he kissed her deeply, she responded with a powerful hunger for him. After the kiss ended, Josh renewed his oral assault on her luscious body. Breasts, back, ass, stomach, insides of thighs - everywhere but her pussy. Lori was twitching and groaning and moaning, all at the same time.

Josh continued down her legs, even sucking on her toes. Lori was going crazy with frustration ... she asked him, very nicely, to consider working on her love nest.  Josh just smiled at her, and kept right on licking and nibbling and tonguing her - everywhere BUT her pussy.

Finally, with Lori bucking in her bonds as much as she could, Josh began to lick her labia. She made a soft, unintelligible sound as he continued by spreading her pussy lips wide and tonguing her love canal. Deeper and deeper he probed, then relented and took her excited clit between his teeth, biting it ever so gently.  Lori exploded in a very impressive orgasm ... Josh backed away just in time to avoid a face full of her cum. Lori was in a far-away erotic heaven and was, he felt, back to being his bondage toy.

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Later the next day Lori and Josh had been invited to a party, one which his friend had advertised as a "show 'em off" party. Lori said she wanted to go with some toys; after her bath and an enema, Josh broke out the smallest of their dildos.  7 ½ " by 1 ½ " thick at the base; it was an exact replica of his own erect cock.  After lubing it up, he let Lori do her own insertion.

Lori carefully, and slowly, pushed the dildo into her ass until it was well seated.  She closed her eyes at the pleasurable surges she felt from the fake cock; damn, but it felt so good!

She was wearing a corselet that took her waist down to 22" ... not really that restrictive.  A 1" strap hung from its back at her waist; Josh pulled it over the dildo flange, through her groin and pussy lips, then cinched it in the recessed D-ring at the front of her corselet.

Josh had come up with a fiendish new kind of nipple clamps that Lori could wear in public. They were about the size of a nickel, and slightly concave to fit her areoles. They opened on a tiny hinge, and had a small hole in the middle. Josh tweaked her nipples until they were erect, then slipped on the first clamp and shut it. Lori winced, then again as the second clamp was applied.  Their initial sharp bite didn’t take long to change into a very nice pressure on her nips that Lori very much enjoyed.

Her nipples remained at attention, and would for so long as the clamps continued to grip them tightly. His new-found clamps were also painted a flesh color, and so were nearly invisible (unless she was naked, as now).

Josh felt he was a bit of a voyeur, because he loved to watch Lori dress. Tonight she chose a bright red satin, low-rider garter belt, and sheer black nylon/lycra seamed stockings that came up all the way to her pussy. Before attaching the garters to the stocking tops, Lori made sure the seams were straight. Ensuring no wrinkles in them, she added a matching red satin thong over everything.  She loved feeling of her pussy embraced by satin, and Josh loved the way the back neatly separated her magnificent ass cheeks.

Her dress was bright red, a "handkerchief" dress; the left side of the dress went down almost to mid-calf, then rose in front up to her knees, then downwards a bit. The last point then rose quickly to mid-thigh, showing off her shapely legs in their gleaming stockings, before once again dipping low in back.  Because of her corselet and correspondingly smaller waist, she had to gather the dress in the waist area, then add a wide red leather belts with a silver buckle to hold it in place.

The dress was very thin and light, although completely opaque. Her erect nipples were very obvious through the thin material; she had eschewed a bra, and instead had propped up her perfect breasts with the half-moon shaped adhesive supports she preferred.

The dress had a scoop neck, quite low, that showed off her breasts to their best advantage. It also featured a cowl-like back that left her back bare down to the top of her corselet - very sexy, Josh thought. Five inch 'fuck me' stiletto sandals, also bright red, completed her ensemble.

As a reward to himself for a recent promotion at work, Josh had purchased a brand new Audi A5, with all the bells and whistles. It had glove-soft leather, and Lori allowed herself the pleasure of lifting the back of her skirt before sitting down. She rested on the seat with her bare buns, which was a lovely sensation, added to by the dildo in her ass.  Then they were off to the party.

The party was in full swing when they arrived, populated by many handsome men and even handsomer (is there such a word?) women. The women were in slinky dresses, or super-minis, or skin-tight jump suits. A few even wore butt-show-off super short shorts. So that was what their host had meant by a "show 'em off" party!

Well, Josh thought, Lori fit in beautifully with that crowd. She had had her hair done up a French twist, her ebony tresses well treated and shiny. It was old style, but brought certain elegance to her over-all image.

They mixed well with everyone, although Lori was very aware of her nipple clamps and the decent-sized dildo in her rear. Plus the crotch strap was cutting deeply into her pussy; she got some stimulation on her clit from the strap, but not enough to make up for its discomfort. She loved it!

Once or twice, when she went to sit down, the high-cut slit over her right thigh would ride up enough to display the dark tops of her stockings, and sometimes some flesh above that.  A little added stimulation for the men (and some women!) to gild their evening.

They had only a few drinks, and some finger food, before making their excuses and heading back home. There was a football game on that night that Josh didn't want to miss, and he had plans for Lori.

After getting home, Lori went upstairs to get undressed and out of her paraphernalia; the special nipple clamps, the strap through her cunt lips, and finally the dildo. Replacing her dress with a silk chemise and matching thong, she came back to find Josh already engrossed in the football game, and wondered if she was going to be ignored for the next few hours.

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She should have known better. Josh looked up as she came into the room, grinned wickedly, and matter-of-factly pulled her chemise off over her head.  Josh revealed a goodly collection of straps that he used to tie her into a tight ball. Straps around her ankles, upper thighs, and wrists - but not elbows tonight. After he positioned her down to on her knees, legs beneath, Josh used three other straps to bind her into that ball position; he was going to use her as a hassock!

Lori didn't mind at all ... that tie wasn't that uncomfortable, and she enjoyed the tightness of it all. Just one thing, though ... the strap around her wrists had a long tail on it. Before putting her on her knees, Josh had pulled that strap through her ass cheeks and up to her pussy.

The very end of the strap had a clamp on it; pushing her thong to the side, Josh had carefully kissed her clitoris to an erect state, then closed the small clamp onto it.  Damn, that hurt! But, Lori again didn't really mind too much; the erotic feelings were pulsing through her too nicely.  Josh was careful to reseat her thong.

The crotch strap was then tightened at the wrist area after Lori had been balled-up; Josh wanted it tight enough so that she couldn't even twitch without the clamp pulling on her poor clit. And so it was.

Josh sat back down to watch the game, placing his feet on the back of his human bondage-slut hassock. He had earlier poured himself a pilsner beer, and now relaxed with a good appreciation for the beer, the game, and most of all, his bondaged honey as his foot-stool.

Two hours later the game ended.  Josh undid Lori's bondage and they went upstairs to bed.  Lori wanted to be in bondage for the night, so he obliged her with a simple tie; wrists crossed behind her back and tied together with a bathroom belt. Her ankles were also crossed and tied in the same way with another bathrobe belt, which kept her knees spread wide.  It was a comfortable tie, and Lori would have many delicious dreams that night that she would remember for a long time.

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