BDSM Story – Alexander and Sabine – Part 4, by thistle

BDSM Story – Alexander and Sabine – Part 4, by thistle

She lies on the cold table, glancing to her Master, watching him across the room. She sighs softly, her nipples erect from the cold. She wonders what dreadful thing he will do to her. As her eyes close to the silence within the room, she thinks back to her past, how she was so abused by the man she lived with. Yet, as she thinks back, her sex seems to throb softly in a memory that he taught her, the pain becoming pleasure, blossoming into her memories.

He returns to the table, looking down upon his slave with a wicked sneer upon his lips. “So, you think thus far, you have had it rough, have you? That you need touch yourself, when I am not around?” His fingers move to her stiff nipple upon her left breast, taking it between forefinger and thumb, squeezing lightly, watching her reaction, the reflection of pain within her eyes he so loves.

With a deep winced moan, she reopens her eyes, not daring to look into his, for fear of it causing his anger. As the pain overtakes her, her hips rising without thought, a tingle flows through her body, one that is welcomed.

“Look into my eyes.” he says softly, almost ..tenderly. She looks, into the deep blue of them. “Now, who do you belong to?” A deep shiver moves through her, her eyes fluttering, ashamed to look further into his. He squeezes her nipple tighter, almost grimacing himself from the knowledge of what pain there is. A whispered gasp as she answers.. “You ..Master.” He nods, with a satisfied smile, releasing her nipple, and moving to a table at the side.

Soft sounds move through the room, the silence of it is deafening. Slowly, he walks to the end of the table ..she leans up to watch, not seeing much though. “Lie back!” he growls. She lies her head back upon the table, her golden hair falling down to the softness of her neck. She feels her pulse as it throbs deeply, from fear?

He gazes down upon her nude body, a smile comes softly to his lips. Ahh, she is so beautiful, he thinks. As he watches, his hand caresses along the lower half of her right leg, shifting upwards, watching as her sex pouts seductively. Picking up a can, he shakes it, holding it above her pouting sex, lightly pressing the button and watches as the cold shaving cream coats her sex. Stepping back after that, he sets the can down. “Do you know what I’m going to do you little slut?” He chuckles, the sound causing her to cringe.

She shakes her head, knowing, but not acknowledging it to him. A sudden slap to the inside of her thigh ..a soft moan, then his fingers spread the foamy cream evenly over the surface of her sex. Reaching behind him, he takes a razor in his hand, raising it to her eyes, letting her see the straight, sharp razor blade. “One wrong move on your part ..and..” He doesn’t finish his words, but she knows. Once more, her body quivers, she tries stilling it, a tremor moving through her. He lowers the razor between her thighs, she closes her eyes.

A soft swipe, the razor so sharp, it cleanly shaves down one side of her pouty lips. She gasps, and he smiles at her reaction. Repeating the action along the opposite side, he expertly wisks the razor to take all the soft curly hair off her sex. He stands back, looking at his artwork. “You ..are ..mine.” he says in a wicked whisper. Gentle warmth coats her inner thighs as he wipes all the foam off with a soft warm cloth. With gentle strokes, he arouses her, watching her body react to this.

Along the sensual curves of her sex, the lips pouting softly, her arousal apparent now, his eyes catch the way her clitoris engorges with blood, licking his lips, wishing to taste of the small bud that protrudes from between the silky lips. He shakes his head, his own arousal apparent as his cock becomes harder at the sight. Slowly, his fingers graze over the area, touching her clitoris softly, hearing her soft moans of pleasure. “Not tonight my slut,” he whispers. Turning, he takes a few items from the table, turning back to her, and leaning over her parted legs.

His tongue swipes over the tender flesh of her sex, breathing warmly, unable for the moment to resist it. His cock throbs fiercely from this wanton slave before him, the flat of her stomach rising and falling in quick breaths, her breasts heaving from the stimulation he gives her. A wicked kiss to her softness, and he rises, slowly parting her lips with his fingers. He cares not if it might be rough, or tender, placing the sharp point of the needle in his hand against the tender flesh of her clitoris he grasps between his fingers. He glances to her face, to gauge her reactions to this, smiling wickedly. “Pain, my slut ..you love it, don’t you?”

As she realizes what he plans, soft tears form in her eyes, but she blinks them away. She whispers softly, “Please Master, I will never do that again.” His voice, so deep, so haunting, “No, you won’t, not after I finish with you.” With that, he shoves the sharp needle through the tender hood of her clitoris, her body arching to the pain, so wicked, her head tossing back in a scream that rends the room! Slowly, he pushes the needle through, stopping as it moves half way through, watching the blood flow down the tenderness of her flesh. “No, you won’t touch yourself again, for a long time slut!”

Quickly, he inserts a small silver ring into the hole as he slides the needle out. It sparkles as he grasps it within two fingers, tugging gently upon it. His fingers fasten the small clasp and he steps back. Sabrine lies on the table, every muscle tense as the pain eases some, turning into a deep throb, and a heat so intense, she moans constantly. He loosens the bonds, letting her lie there, then takes her in his arms, holding her, feeling her tears upon his shoulder. Her body quivers helplessly against him.

He takes her in his arms, and leaves the room, carrying her to the bedroom they share, lying her on the bed. Stepping back, he looks at the shiny new silver ring lying against her sex as it gapes open from the sheer pain. He moves to the bed, his muscled body lying between her thighs, parting them more. His breath is warm against her inner thighs. She shivers uncontrollably, but pleasure is the last thing on her mind as her fingers grasp the cool sheets. Pain throbs through her, yet she does nothing to stop his actions. She knows better, yet the throb of pain .. she cannot ignore it.

His erection throbs against the cool sheets, his whisper to her is soft, yet, a bit harsh. “Your body belongs to me.” His tongue slowly lavishes against her inner thigh, then upwards along the soft flesh, to lick lightly over the silver ring. It causes her to moan, the slight movement causing the pain to be refreshed in her body. He notes this, and takes the ring between his lips, moving it back and forth, then releases it. His aroused body moves upwards, his cock grazing her thigh as he leans upwards, his lips capturing hers in a passionate kiss as his cock plunges into the depths of her. Her muffled cry into the kiss is ignored as he uses her for his pleasure.

As his pounding seems to go on forever, she closes her eyes slowly, the pain wracking her body with each inward thrust. His thick sex abuses her tender flesh, no care for her discomfort. Suddenly, he rises upon his hands, bracing himself as his cock slides slowly from her moisture, to bump against the silver ring ..again, her moan of pain, again, he ignores it. As it slides upwards, he clenches his teeth, so very close to an orgasm, wanting it to last.. but he cannot hold back any longer as he looks into her eyes, “Mine..” is all he says as his seed splashes over the wound and up over her stomach, his seed hot against her flesh.

His sweat soaked body lies heavily upon her as he rests, his breath warm along her breasts. With a deep sigh, she feels the tenderness still aching with a fierce throb, unsatisfied ..and she thinks …for a long time to come. He lies to her side, resting ..seeming to sleep as his eyes close. She lies very still, afraid to move. Her heart beats with a deep throb, as deep as the throb along her sex. With her thighs parted, his seed spent upon her inner thighs, she lies closing her eyes to the pain ..and her own need.

The End (for now!)

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