#MasturbationMonday – INTENSE SADISM #BDSM @naughtynell101

Masturbation Monday

It’s MOAN DAY and if you aren’t moaning and groaning already, I’m hoping to change that – in a nice way of course! A word of caution – it’s abrasion edge play below and as Kyle is my resident sadist… it’s not for the faint hearted…

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Jenny had plenty of time to examine everything on the trolley and she couldn’t for the life of her figure out what he was up to. A toothbrush? If he wanted to clean her teeth, she’d probably offer him a blow job as a reward. What he wanted with the sandpaper, pot scourer and muscle rub was anyone’s guess, but she was reasonably sure she wouldn’t like it. When he got out a pen-knife she felt herself shrinking away from him, remembering the last time Mark had pulled one out on her in the Red Room. When the blade whispered down her cheek she wanted to run, but that wasn’t going to happen, so she took deep, calming breaths and told herself that nothing bad was going to happen to her here. They wouldn’t be allowed to do anything permanent with her, surely?

When the blindfold came down and plunged her eyes into a world of perpetual midnight, she wanted to howl. She couldn’t move, hear, see or speak and her beautiful sadist held a knife in his hands. The scenarios that ran riot through her head would have made Stephen King run screaming. She felt the blade coil upwards, over her shoulder, before it fell back to drag along her spine. Thump, thump, thump. Her heart thundered in panic and breathing was already difficult enough as it was. Suck in air and try to stay calm, she told herself, which was all very well but somewhat difficult when

someone was running the sharpest of knife-edges down your spine. Lingering over each vertebrae, it teased her with its wicked point before it moved back up between her shoulder blades and begun a delicate dance upon her skin.

The blade crept over her flesh and occasionally pricked her, its cold point warning her of the dangers of sudden movement. Jenny didn’t know how long she had held her breath for, but she did know her heart was doing flip-flops. The merrily buzzing clit stimulator had her hips wanting to burst into song and dance, and it was all she could to keep them in check. She allowed her body a tiny, shallow breath and clenched herself tightly as the urge to bounce back and forth in pleasure overtook her. She wasn’t sure whether the biggest torment was feeling the knife casually rip her suit to shreds or curbing her body from movement. Kyle’s earlier words were not comforting. Would he leave her in here, all alone? The boredom alone would drive her insane. What about food and water? He wouldn’t be allowed to just abandon her, would he? All these thoughts and more ran riot through her head as the blade tripped and fell in jagged little bursts. Locked in her own little world of terror and dread, she almost didn’t realise when he began tearing at the rubber, peeling parts of the sticky fabric from her skin. Her suit chose that moment to up the ante and her hips did buck then, feeling the dildos pound inside her sticky wet holes and bring her to the edge of the word ‘despondent.’ The expected shock ripped through her just before the peak of relief was achieved and left her maddened, her whole body shaking with a raw kind of rage that threatened to rival the sentiment she felt for her father. She would get out of here and she would get even.

When the toothbrush came at her, the sensation was almost pleasant at first. A few mere tickles as the soft bristles were manipulated over the holes in her suit. Jenny squirmed. Her whole body was over-sensitised due to the effects of the device and her world had grown a whole lot smaller with the addition of earplugs and a blindfold. Bizarrely enough, the toothbrush sent shivers of arousal down her spine and as the pressure slowly increased, she craved the gradual increments and the slight touch of pain that they departed. Closing her eyes, because there was little point leaving them open, her mind concentrated solely on the subtle shift of her breathing and the feel of the brush strokes across her skin. Kyle had begun a pleasing rhythm and she relaxed herself into it, letting the heat sink deep into her skin. It was all going swimmingly well until the image of Mark Matthews came flitting across her brain out of nowhere, and bam, there he was in front of her.

Kyle took a couple of seconds to admire his handiwork. Not bad, even if he did say so himself, but it was about to get a whole lot better. He’d begun gently, starting with the humble toothbrush in order to lull her into a false sense of security. The pressure he used initially would be just enough to wake her skin up. It would give her something to concentrate on in the dark little hole he had immersed her in. He worked each little piece of his pattern with careful strokes, barely pinkening the flesh as he went to work on his masterpiece. She would now begin to understand what was coming and what the other items he had gathered in front of her would be used for. It didn’t normally take them too long to figure it out. When she did, he expected some struggling. That would aid him as he worked her over with the emery board and scouring pad. The more squirming the better in his opinion. When the sandpaper came out, she would be crying and when he finished with the mentholated oil, well, let’s just say that things would be getting a little nasty.

The emery board came at her skin with a good deal more enthusiasm than the toothbrush and that was when it dawned on Jenny that the end of this scenario was not going to be a pleasant experience. From behind the privacy of her black prison, her eyes opened themselves and widened instinctively. Sandpaper, she’d seen sandpaper for chrissakes! That was going to sting. Why didn’t he just flay the skin from her back with a crop and have done with it. At the rate he was going, they would be here for hours. The idea of hyperventilation crossed her mind, but she thought the better of it. Could she withstand the pain? Probably. She’d had a good deal of experience with the stuff. That didn’t mean to say that when the muscle rub came at her she’d be able to keep silent. She might be able to withhold her tears, but it would be a close-run thing. She knew where this was headed. Kyle had found out that she didn’t mind a good spanking, so he was going to do his best to make sure that her final thrashing was anything but pleasant.

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The nail file was a difficult beast to wield properly and it wasn’t long before he had given up his game, but he had done enough. Her skin had started a slow burn that no amount of water could ever extinguish. When the steel wool came at her she felt her body buck in agony.

“There, there, hold still, Petal. We’re almost half-way.”

His words were the tiniest echo in her head, but he made sure she heard them. Half-way! He had to be joking, but his slow, repetitive strokes belied her thoughts. He was going to drag this out. Nothing less than tears and total surrender would satisfy him. So she did the only thing she could do and retreated in on herself. It was far easier than it should have been with the earplugs and blindfold keeping all other distractions at bay. She focused on the pain, isolated it within her head and let it wash over her body. It was a bizarre kind of meditation technique, but it worked, taking the edge off the pain and softening the edges to a dull ache. Her mind concentrated on nothing more than the image of a flickering candle flame, her attention glued to the black spot at the base of the flicker. It wasn’t an easy game to master, but she’d had plenty of practice at it. The hardest part was keeping stray thoughts at bay.

“You’re tougher than you look,” commented Kyle loudly, his mouth hovering above her latex-clad ear. Running his fingers over his angry red handiwork, he hoped for a reaction. He didn’t get one. Not even the slightest murmur escaped her.

Jenny could imagine him frowning, narrowing his eyes in displeasure as he wondered what to do next. She suspected that most of the girls within the facility would be sobbing by this point, and now that she’d denied him that pleasure he would redouble his efforts in order to achieve it. Unfortunately, she wasn’t wrong.

The sandpaper scraped across her skin and it felt like he was peeling her apart, layer by layer. In all honestly, she supposed that was exactly what he was doing. Each slide of the coarse paper across her flesh felt like acid, dissolving her bit by bit. The endorphins in her body were now beginning to reach a dangerous pitch.

When the sandpaper stopped, her skin felt raw and messy. It felt like the aftermath of a volcano explosion with rivers of molten lava and craters of simmering steam. The pain was unbearable and it was getting difficult for her to focus her thoughts. There would shortly come a point where the agony overtook everything and no amount of concentration or meditation would help ease it.

 

Trapped in her black void and overwhelmed by conflagration of her body, she prayed that the end of her torment would come soon. When she heard a bottle being vigorously shaken, she let out a guttural sob, barely audible through her rubber ball-gag, and trembled all over.

Kyle dragged the moment out. As she tensed her body tightly and braced herself for the worst, he ran his fingers over her excoriated skin. He was going to peel her, inch by inch, until she screamed for mercy. She began struggling in earnest as the smell of the embrocation cream assaulted her nostrils. Pungent and acrid fumes filled the room and she spluttered against the thick ball inside her mouth. She could just about make out his voice, humming away happily as he prepared to make her suffer in one of the worst ways imaginable. How on the earth did some-one with such an angelic face, contain the heart and soul of a monster? If there was a God, she was now pleading with him, using every fibre she possessed, to get her out of this hell-hole with her body mostly intact. Her mind was already gone. As her suit went into overdrive beneath her and began to vibrate, hum, thrust, pound and shake, the tiny coin came down to inflict agonies that even she could not have predicted.

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