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Post by N***@mytrashmail.com Someone made a post back in March inquiring about real life clit torture stories. I figured I would throw down some of my own experiences and maybe others might do the same to keep it going. When my sadistic lover and I first started our adventured down this path I had extremely sensitive "virgin" skin. Only having ever been touched gently and never experiencing any type of rough nor even passionate love making. My lover finds it essential that I can endure all of his torments while remaining aroused yet without point to where the pain is too overwhelming to bear. So he ensures this via two methods: 1) I am kept in chasity belt at nearly all times (my anus is left open for his use but my clit is consistently covered since it is the only way I can receive orgasm). He will call me over to his near whenever he wishes through out our days and unlock my belt, exposing my clit to his touch. He rubs it in that seductive circle (you ladies know what I speak of) until my wetness becomes apparent. At sight of it he begins applying more pressure until it swells and I am near orgasm. At which time he locks my belt again. This consistent play keeps me in a nearly constant state of arousal but without ability to cum. It helps me to further accept torments, keeps me desireful of him while also serving to remind me that "my pussy belongs to him". He will keep me in on this brink for sometimes months in a row until I'm clawing the walls, willing to consent to nearly anything. (He fucks my brain, obviously, not just my body.) All the while as I'm demanding or purring or begging he states with a rather vengeful face that I deserve the treatment for being such a slut in my past (My lover had only one partner before he met me where I had nearly 20 =X ). 2) When he finally consents to my orgasms he will sometimes take two-three days prepping me for more and more serious play. Placing a clamp on my clit and forcing me to leave it there for an hour. When its nearly white and flattened and close to losing sensitivy he will release it and toy with my clit until all the circulation returns and the sensation of the blood rushing back to that area while the tortured bit is being non stop pinched and carressed is so painful. Yet it also preps me for longer bouts. Two, three, then toothed and again the number increased... When I'm at maximum endurance he will force me to go out in public while wearing them to do some task for him, the humiliation eating away at me. When I return the whippings start, forced to hold my lips open for his leather until his arm tires (I suspect). Then the wax, or the curling iron, his cigarette. I can never be certain what is to come, all that I know is it will last for days and I must earn the privledge by giving him full access to my body in any way he desires as he non stop verbally humiliates me with names like cunt, slut, whore and fuck hole. Towards the end I'm amazed at what I'm able to withstand and stunned that the pain melds with the pleasure and my brain begins to interpret them in the same manner. I have literally orgasmed while my ass was held gaped open by two massive dildos, him stradling my face deeply fucking my throat and holding a candle flame to my clit whispering for me to cum and prove how I am his dirty prostitute. After such sessions its back to the belt for months at a time until I'm begging for it all over again. I NEVER in all my life thought that I could be reduced to this. But simultaneously I'm so happy this sadistic man who pushes all my limits and frees me completely has come into my life, I have never had a more wonderful, exotic, sensual, masculine or loving partner.
Post by N***@mytrashmail.com Someone made a post back in March inquiring about real life clit torture stories. I figured I would throw down some of my own experiences and maybe others might do the same to keep it going. When my sadistic lover and I first started our adventured down this path I had extremely sensitive "virgin" skin. Only having ever been touched gently and never experiencing any type of rough nor even passionate love making. My lover finds it essential that I can endure all of his torments while remaining aroused yet without point to where the pain is too overwhelming to bear. So he ensures this via two methods: 1) I am kept in chasity belt at nearly all times (my anus is left open for his use but my clit is consistently covered since it is the only way I can receive orgasm). He will call me over to his near whenever he wishes through out our days and unlock my belt, exposing my clit to his touch. He rubs it in that seductive circle (you ladies know what I speak of) until my wetness becomes apparent. At sight of it he begins applying more pressure until it swells and I am near orgasm. At which time he locks my belt again. This consistent play keeps me in a nearly constant state of arousal but without ability to cum. It helps me to further accept torments, keeps me desireful of him while also serving to remind me that "my pussy belongs to him". He will keep me in on this brink for sometimes months in a row until I'm clawing the walls, willing to consent to nearly anything. (He fucks my brain, obviously, not just my body.) All the while as I'm demanding or purring or begging he states with a rather vengeful face that I deserve the treatment for being such a slut in my past (My lover had only one partner before he met me where I had nearly 20 =X ). 2) When he finally consents to my orgasms he will sometimes take two-three days prepping me for more and more serious play. Placing a clamp on my clit and forcing me to leave it there for an hour. When its nearly white and flattened and close to losing sensitivy he will release it and toy with my clit until all the circulation returns and the sensation of the blood rushing back to that area while the tortured bit is being non stop pinched and carressed is so painful. Yet it also preps me for longer bouts. Two, three, then toothed and again the number increased... When I'm at maximum endurance he will force me to go out in public while wearing them to do some task for him, the humiliation eating away at me. When I return the whippings start, forced to hold my lips open for his leather until his arm tires (I suspect). Then the wax, or the curling iron, his cigarette. I can never be certain what is to come, all that I know is it will last for days and I must earn the privledge by giving him full access to my body in any way he desires as he non stop verbally humiliates me with names like cunt, slut, whore and fuck hole. Towards the end I'm amazed at what I'm able to withstand and stunned that the pain melds with the pleasure and my brain begins to interpret them in the same manner. I have literally orgasmed while my ass was held gaped open by two massive dildos, him stradling my face deeply fucking my throat and holding a candle flame to my clit whispering for me to cum and prove how I am his dirty prostitute. After such sessions its back to the belt for months at a time until I'm begging for it all over again. I NEVER in all my life thought that I could be reduced to this. But simultaneously I'm so happy this sadistic man who pushes all my limits and frees me completely has come into my life, I have never had a more wonderful, exotic, sensual, masculine or loving partner.
Post by Brian Downstairs Well, your posting certainly got my attention, but I suppose I do worry if you are really happy with this sort of treatment?You don't say, but I am hoping that if he really is loving, he would stop if you wanted him to, without extra consequences for you. I understand sadism, but am a little worried that if he really is burning you as you suggest, that this is incredibly dangerous. Firstly, the burn is so easy to get infected, and second, the nerves in the Clit are quite delicate, and I'd hate to think you would lose that sensitivity thought abuse or unwary treatment. Just musing in type, that is all, I'm sure your kink and his are well understood by you both, but please be careful, when lust is in control.
Post by N***@mytrashmail.com Someone made a post back in March inquiring about real life clit torture stories. I figured I would throw down some of my own experiences and maybe others might do the same to keep it going. When my sadistic lover and I first started our adventured down this path I had extremely sensitive "virgin" skin. Only having ever been touched gently and never experiencing any type of rough nor even passionate love making. My lover finds it essential that I can endure all of his torments while remaining aroused yet without point to where the pain is too overwhelming to bear. So he ensures this via two methods: 1) I am kept in chasity belt at nearly all times (my anus is left open for his use but my clit is consistently covered since it is the only way I can receive orgasm). He will call me over to his near whenever he wishes through out our days and unlock my belt, exposing my clit to his touch. He rubs it in that seductive circle (you ladies know what I speak of) until my wetness becomes apparent. At sight of it he begins applying more pressure until it swells and I am near orgasm. At which time he locks my belt again. This consistent play keeps me in a nearly constant state of arousal but without ability to cum. It helps me to further accept torments, keeps me desireful of him while also serving to remind me that "my pussy belongs to him". He will keep me in on this brink for sometimes months in a row until I'm clawing the walls, willing to consent to nearly anything. (He fucks my brain, obviously, not just my body.) All the while as I'm demanding or purring or begging he states with a rather vengeful face that I deserve the treatment for being such a slut in my past (My lover had only one partner before he met me where I had nearly 20 =X ). 2) When he finally consents to my orgasms he will sometimes take two-three days prepping me for more and more serious play. Placing a clamp on my clit and forcing me to leave it there for an hour. When its nearly white and flattened and close to losing sensitivy he will release it and toy with my clit until all the circulation returns and the sensation of the blood rushing back to that area while the tortured bit is being non stop pinched and carressed is so painful. Yet it also preps me for longer bouts. Two, three, then toothed and again the number increased... When I'm at maximum endurance he will force me to go out in public while wearing them to do some task for him, the humiliation eating away at me. When I return the whippings start, forced to hold my lips open for his leather until his arm tires (I suspect). Then the wax, or the curling iron, his cigarette. I can never be certain what is to come, all that I know is it will last for days and I must earn the privledge by giving him full access to my body in any way he desires as he non stop verbally humiliates me with names like cunt, slut, whore and fuck hole. Towards the end I'm amazed at what I'm able to withstand and stunned that the pain melds with the pleasure and my brain begins to interpret them in the same manner. I have literally orgasmed while my ass was held gaped open by two massive dildos, him stradling my face deeply fucking my throat and holding a candle flame to my clit whispering for me to cum and prove how I am his dirty prostitute. After such sessions its back to the belt for months at a time until I'm begging for it all over again. I NEVER in all my life thought that I could be reduced to this. But simultaneously I'm so happy this sadistic man who pushes all my limits and frees me completely has come into my life, I have never had a more wonderful, exotic, sensual, masculine or loving partner.
Post by BoB Looks familar FoUrJaWs you cretinous troll.

bobbie jeanne (real name)

16 years ago

Rebecca came from a wealthy family and could be considered a
"princess" although others might use the term cockteaser or
bitch. The family was in the public
arena, her father, James was a Congressman and her mother, Sally was a noted attorney. She had a twin sister Heather. Both were eighteen, long red hair and
beautiful, with an outstanding figure.
But that is where the similarities ended.
Heather would go to Yale next year. Her fiancé had just graduated from the same
school. His family was one of the social
elite. Rebecca had been trouble since
she was fourteen. She’d been in and out
of private schools, mostly thrown out and arrested for drinking, drugs and
vandalism. Her parents had tried various
psychiatrists and treatment programs.
They even resorted to jail when she got seven days for vandalism, but
all efforts were a failure. The final
straw was her last incident. She’d got
into a car wreck while under the influence of drugs. Sadly, the person in the other car suffered
major injuries. It would cost millions
of dollars in damages to make this one go away, but the press couldn’t be
bought off. Her parents were now
desperate. James was up for re-election
next year and he didn’t want the scrutiny that Rebecca brought him.
           They were
told that conventional treatment would do nothing for Rebecca, so James sought
alternative treatment methods outside of the United States. They finally found the DeShade Psychiatric
Clinic in Bermuda. James and Sally went
to see it and meet Doctor Marquis. It
was a very modern and well-equipped hospital.
It had a small number of patients, ten and a large staff of twenty. It was very expensive, but they could provide
round the clock supervision and individualized care.
           Doctor
Marquis had very unorthodox methods. He
believed that Rebecca was too independent and free-spirited and she didn’t
adhere to conventional standards of morality.
She needed to be taught the consequences of her actions. Doing this would require harsh treatments and
punishments. While he didn’t describe
them in detail, he did explain that they’d involve electric shock treatment,
restraints and humiliation. He explained
that Rebecca would have to be entrusted to his care as legal guardian for a
period of one year. She wasn’t to have
any visitors, but she’d write home once a month. At the end of the one-year period, she could
return to her home and become a productive member of society. In desperation, James and Sally signed
Rebecca over to Doctor Marquis and they made arrangements for Rebecca to be
drugged and flown by private plane to Bermuda to begin treatments the next
day.
They had put a drug it into her drink at dinnertime and by
the time dinner was over Rebecca had passed out. Two men came and took her to the airport
where a private jet flew her to Bermuda.
With the right amount of money she was smuggled through
immigration.
Rebecca was placed in her cell. It was a large room with no windows and a
large mirror on one wall, but it was really a two-way window. The room contained a large four-poster bed
and table. Both the table and the bed
had straps placed at all four-corners.
She was stripped of her clothes and was dressed with a strapless bra that
unhooked in the front and thong panties.
This would allow ease of removal when she was bound.
She was given medication that would leave her docile once
the other drug wore off. This would be
standard procedure while she was here.
At about 10:00 PM she began to awaken. The lights in the room were on. She was very groggy and as she tried to turn
over, she realized that her arms were tied to the headboard. She looked at her wrists. They had leather bands with fur on the inside
to prevent chafing. She could feel the
same bands on her ankles. The two straps
had metal hooks to hold them together behind one of the slats in the
headboard. A blanket covered her, but
she quickly realized that her clothes were gone, she was dressed immodestly now.
Dr. Marquis watched
her from behind the mirror.
Rebecca heard the lock on the door turn and watched it
open. Two men entered and both wore
white coats like doctors.
"Where am I, what am I doing here?" cried
Rebecca.
"I am Dr. Marquis and this is Michael." You’re now a patient at DeShade Psychiatric
Clinic," said the doctor.
"Your parents have decided that you require special treatment and they’ve
entrusted your care to me. I’m now your
legal guardian for the next year and you’ll remain my patient. We are on an island outside of the United
States. You’ll be treated by me while
you’re here."
"Oh, no, my parents wouldn't do that," Rebecca
cried out in protest.
"They most certainly did after your recent car
accident. You almost killed someone and
they had to take drastic measures to make sure that it didn’t happen again. You’ll begin treatment tomorrow. My treatments might be considered harsh or
brutal but they’ll provide results," stated the doctor.
"What are you going to do to me?" she cried out as
tears formed in her eyes.
"My treatments include electric shock therapy, forced
enemas, tight bondage and humiliation.
You’ll be subject to spankings and whippings for any infractions of the
hospital rules or insubordination to any of the guards. Michael will be your personal guard. You must obey all of the guard's orders and
submit to their demands without question."

"Please, don't hurt me, I feel so weak, I can just
barely move," she moaned. She tried
to pull her arms down, but the leather straps held tight.
"I’ll watch you from behind the mirror and when I’m not
there the cameras will always be on. You’ll
no longer have any privacy. I’ll leave
you with Michael for initiation. As I
said before, you must obey the demands of the guards, no matter what. Your body is no longer yours, but mine. The guards have my permission to do anything.” Dr.
Marquis left the room and the door slammed shut.
Rebecca trembled in fear as the door closed and locked. Michael was over six feet tall and
muscular. In her weakened condition, she’d
be no match for him. With her hands
bound, she was helpless.
Michael walked over to the bed and began to pull the blanket
off Rebecca. "Let's see what we
have here," as the blanket slowly moved down Rebecca's body until he threw
it to the floor.
Rebecca began to get goose bumps from the cool air as she
realized that she only wore a strapless bra and thong panties. She turned red in embarrassment when she
noticed Michael lewdly stare at her body.
While Rebecca was eighteen years old, she was still a virgin. She’d been the ultimate
"princess". There was no one
good enough to have her body.
"Leave me alone," she yelled as the tears dripped
from her eyes. "Put the blanket
back on me, it’s too cold." Rebecca
turned over onto her back, her arms high over her head to prevent Michael from
seeing her naked ass. Michael went
behind the headboard and began to pull Rebecca's arms lower onto the bed frame
to make Rebecca arch her back to prevent her arms from breaking.
"Please, that hurts, don't pull them down." She felt Michael unclip the straps but clip
them to the lower rail of the bed to force Rebecca into the arched
position. She had to raise her ass off
of the bed to maintain the position. Her
breasts were now pushed up, as well as her pussy.
"You’ll learn that part of your treatment will be tight
bondage. This will involve placing your
body in unnatural positions. Often this
will be humiliating as your breasts, ass and pussy will be prominently
displayed. You
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