| Lesbian: Exotic Erotic: The Sweet Taste of Pain (1/3) |
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Her eyes widened when she saw the small red box in her mistress’ hand. “Please no,” she pleaded. “Anything but that.” Her eyes were full of fear. It was as if she could already feel the pain. A dirty sneer crossed Violet’s lips. She loved the way she looked withering in her leather restraints, but she’d be damned if she gave in to her pleas. If anything it excited her more. Violet could feel her pussy grow moist beneath the tight vinyl of her suit. “SHUT UP!” Violet’s cold hand slapped the helpless woman, staining the wall next to her red with her blood. The woman held in her cries and settled down. Her whole body ached from hours of being held in such tight constraints, but she wouldn’t complain, she couldn’t. Violet walked up to her, the small red box in her left hand. The woman turned her head to the side. Violet grabbed the woman’s chin with her right hand and forced her to face her. “Is there a problem?” Violet asked without waiting for a reply. “We could stop this anytime you want you know, all you have to do is say the word.” Her fingers dug into the woman’s jaw. For a second she thought she would say the safety word and for a brief second it did cross the woman’s mind. “Ok then,” Violet released her face. “That was your last chance.” With a devilish smile she opened the small red box. Nestled in silk were two large silver nipple clamps. Violet picked them up; they felt heavy in her hand. She was itching to get them on the woman’s large nipples, but before she did there was one thing she needed to do. Violet lowered her lips to the woman’s breasts and began sucking each one until they were both erect. After they were each hard, she clamped the tip of each of them. The weight of the clamps made her otherwise perky breasts sag. Violet took a step back and admired the sight before her. The woman looked so beautiful wrapped in leather straps. Only her breasts and pussy were exposed. “Are you ready?” Violet asked. The woman closed her eyes tight, Violet could smell the fear emanating from her pores. She couldn’t believe she got paid for this. It had always been her nature to be dominant and she had been in all of her relationships, but she had never thought it could turn into something profitable. To think that these successful businesswomen would come here and pay her money to get used and abused was a dream, and one of the reasons she was so successful was she loved her job. Violet took a step towards her, her stiletto boots clicked on the bare floor. Lightly she stroked the woman’s cheek. Her skin was still red from the slap she had received earlier. She wrapped her fingers in the woman’s soft blonde hair and then with a quick turn of the hand pulled it. The woman’s eyes shot open in pain. “Don’t you dare close your eyes,” Violet said. “I want you to watch.” The woman was having a hard time keeping herself from screaming out but she knew that would only make things worse for her. Violet rubbed the clamp and the bullet shaped attachment. They were like two large silver bullets awaiting their target. Violet placed a hand on each breast then in a single motion pressed the little black buttons located at the bottom of the clamps. The silver weights came alive in a vibrating motion. Quickly Violet |
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