Tricia's Dance

tricia flexed her fingers, and blew a whisp of hair from her forehead. she shifted from foot to foot, rolling her shoulders, trying to work out the kinks in her outstretched arms. The leather bands were wrapped loosely around her wrists, not tight enough to chafe, but enough to be secure. her only salvation was standing beside her, tugging her left nipple, jiggling the breast and humming in her ear.
she rapidly blinked her eyes, a bead of sweat tickling her as it slid down her right temple, and shivered as another thin stream of sweat wound its way down her spine and between the cleft of her buttocks. her mound grew slick from the warmth and sensations her Master drew from her as He thumbed each nipple. At first He was gentle, the reddish flesh sliding between His fingertips, then increased the pressure. A heat built as He twisted, working them into hard embers, and tricia whined, kicking her bare feet like a little girl, fighting her bonds; thankful they were there.
“Mmmm, Master,” she whimpered, “it hurts.”
“Yes it does,” He replied, still humming, smiling at her and pinching harder, turning her nipples and areola into spirals. “And,” he added, digging a fingernail into her skin, “it’ll hurt even more, love.”
she stomped her feet with His words and the sharp bite of the nail, feeling her vulva become a soft, full mass a tingling energy.
He let go, the stinging wore on, nipples throbbing, the flesh an angry red. she hung there, only the balls of her feet touching the cold floor, toes flexing and scratching. she again tried to blow that maddening snake of hair out of her face, but it wouldn’t budge, it just clung to her, tickling, itching. What is Master doing? she wondered. she heard Him fiddling with something behind her, a clinking of metal, scrape of drawers being opened, and an odd clicking. she wondered if He was looking her over, and wiggled her sweat-sheened bottom, arching her back to entice Him.
“Not yet, little one, He said, smacking her rump. He ran something cold against her hip, concealing it in His fingers; it felt pointy, and she wanted to ask what it was, but pursed her lips, suffering in silence. A thin slice of ice crackled just beneath her skin as He dragged the pointed metal thing in wavy trails up along her flank.
she hissed from deep in her bones, writhing with the electric chill, and clamped her thighs together, fluid beading and slipping from her sex. Oh, how tricia wanted Him to fuck her, not a gentle lovemaking, not a sensual grinding, but a rape, a deep plunging rape of her form, snapping her like a whip while He fucked her cunt, or her ass…anything to be taken. she mashed her lips together, moaning while the cold thread crawled up her body, and the leaden weight filled her groin.
“Master,” she whispered, “please fuck me.”
Master chuckled with a feral growl that made her nipples stiff, her clit a rigid pearl, and her body quake with a kind of spiky fear. tricia imagined herself swinging her legs forward and catching Him in them and not letting fo until He was lost within her, and yet she found herself wondering at the nature of His evil-sounding laugh.
“Perhaps,” He said, blowing into her ear, causing her eyes to roll back. “But,” He added, letting the metal point circle her nipple, “only if you sing and dance for me.”
she was going to ask what He meant, but the words caught in her throat when she saw what He held. It was a pair of surgical clamps with long handles, short mouths, and three sets of teeth that locked them in place. He opened one, and took up the fat fruit of her nipple and closed the flat tongue of metal around it. One click and tricia’s eyes widened, she sucked in her breath, and clenched her fists, the nails digging into her palms.
He let it hang, pulling and squishing the nipple, then clamped the other, tricia gasped, her arms tugging against the bonds.
“Nnnnggg, Master!”
He ran His hand between her firm breasts, lifting each and letting them drop, the clamps vibrating as they swayed. “Oh I think you can do better than that, sweetie.”
tricia shook her head back and forth as He made a show of slippping His thumb and forefinger into the fingerholes of the clamp. First one, then the other, giving each a second click. she cried out both times, her head hanging, chin resting on her chest, sweat coating her body, tears running from her eyes. she sobbed as He ran His hand between them again, tilting her head up, grasping each globe of flesh drop, causing teeth of fire to chew through them.
“Ahhhh, Master! Master!”
Master flicked at the clamps. “That’s much better, little one, much much better,” He purred. He went back to the cabinets; she shuddered, thanking Him for His kind words. He came back, she turned her head to face Him. He held up a narrow, black leather paddle, about three fingers wide. tricia licked the sweat around her mouth, the leather of the paddle tapping the clamps, bringing small moans from her. she tried to swallow the salty tang of the sweat, but her mouth was dust. He took a step back, and the sharp slap of the paddle against her buttocks arced through her. It caused her to jump forward and the clamps to sway with new agony. she screamed, rocking, trying to settle herself and bring the bouncing to a halt. Another smack, and another, the leather kissing her cheeks, tricia yelped and hissed.
“Remember, cunt,” Master said over the flat crack of the paddle, “dance for me.” It cracked again.
So tricia danced, rocking back and forth on the tips of her toes, the clamps gnawing at her breasts, the nipples purple and her slavecore simmering with unfettered heat. Tears rolled down her face, and more strands of hair plastered to her skin. The paddle stroked her five more times, each one leaving a searing band across her bottom, each one making her body stiffen and writhe.
He finally stopped, and tricia sighed, gulping in air, tasting tears along the corners of her mouth. Master came back to her swimming, blurry vision like a ghost, she spied a glint of metal in His hand, and the pain in her breasts and buttocks was ignored. Oh no! No…no! she thought. her heart pounded with fear, thudding all the way to the heaviness that settled in her lower abdomen; Master ran a third pair of clamps over her swollen, glistening labia. she crossed her legs together, vigorously shaking her head, coiling away from the cruel device. she twisted turning her red buttocks toward him, keeping her legs locked tight. tricia shook with delighted, gusty terror when He ordered her to spread them. she wouldn’t, growling her refusal to obey.
Master pursed his lips and nodded. His hand shot up, grasping the nearest clamp, and yanked, twisting and twisting the tender, screaming flesh while tricia shrieked.
“Now that’s singing, little cunt,” He said over her raw cries, pulling her tit into a point, “but you’d better save your voice, love.” His hand cupped her mound, and He used His foot to part her legs, dragging the toe of His shoe over her shin. tricia whimpered. Locking His gaze with her’s, drinking in her fright, her Master waved the wicked thing over her belly and the creases of her groin.
“The pain goes quicker when you don’t fight me, honey,” He said, stroking her clit between His fingers. “It hurts less when I’m pleased. Doesn’t it, little one?”
tricia blinked the tears from her eyes, breathed in deeply through her flaring nostrils, and nodded. she shut her eyes, wanting to wipe her running nose, push the hair from her face, and clean the slick coating of sweat off her body. she grit her teeth together as Master sandwiched her engorged clit between the flat jaws of the surgical clamp. she moaned at the touch of the slate-gray metal, then howled as the teeth locked together.
A bolt of ice tore through her belly, tricia arched her back, attempting to get away from the pain, her clit throbbed, pulsated; she wept fresh tears, hunching with deep wracking sobs. He reached out and yanked her forward, drawing more cries from her, and lifted the clamp.
“No, Master, please,” she begged, thrashing against her bonds. He let the clamp fall, bouncing her clit at the root, the very core, making her kick, which only set all of the clamps to gyrating. Master stood with His arms folded across His chest, watching her contort. tricia barely saw Him through her tears and the bright spots of light that flashed at the edges of her vision.
her bonds creaked as she fought them, secure in the knowledge that they would hold her fast, and yet was certain she would run from the pain if she could. she relaxed, attempting to keep the clamps still, and when the singing agony quieted, she huffed with cold sweat dripping from her, glad it was over. It seemed to go away, but then her terrible and loving Master clicked the clamp a second notch. she shook, unable to scream, feet stamping on the floor in a pony’s trot, and gulped at the air, envisioning her clit swelling like a balloon under the pressure. Sparks shot along every nerve fiber, chest heaving and making those damned clamps bounce.
tricia wanted to beg, to squeal and plead for mercy, that magic word that would make the torment end, and Master would take her in His arms soothe her with His tenderness, kissing the tears away, caressing her with cooling washcloths. she thought of this as the flames licked at her tender flesh, and her muscles corded with the strain; she knew Master would release her, but could imagine the look of disappointment in His eyes if she couldn’t swallow the pain for Him. she didn’t see that look often, but it was almost too intense.
Master’s hand dropped to her mound, He hooked the fingerholes, and pulled her toward Him. tricia licked her full lips, chapped, bitten, tasting salt. she watched Him, His sensual lips pulled back in a wolf’s smile, flashing His teeth, and that was enough. she opened her mouth, took in a great breath, bit her bottom lip, and swallowed the safeword that sat on the tip of her tongue.
He clicked it a third time, and she sighed mightily through her teeth. Lightning arced around her, and she couldn’t remember such things as safewords or refusing Him. All that was, was the pain, the barrier of suffering that she wanted, needed to break through. she squimed, twisting like a serpent as Master pulled each of the clamps in turn, working her like a living musical instrument, and she fed off the burning sparkles of torment with soft moans, whispering His name, hopelessly lost in her dancing.

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