Chapter 201: Luke
She screamed as her body jerked with her orgasm. I waited until she went lax. A tear escaped her eye and I leaned in and licked it from her cheek. "Good girl. Now you'll do it again."
"No, no I can't."
"This time will be easier. Start working your fingers again. That pussy of yours will be swollen closed by the time I'm finished, but your ass is waiting, so I don't mind."
"What are you doing, Luke?" She said it so softly that I knew she didn't expect an answer.
"When we're apart and I tell you to come while thinking of me, you'll do it. You think you can't, but I'm going to prove you wrong. Again, now."
I stood back from the bed and watched as more tears trailed down her face. I paced all three sides offering encouragement. "Fuck that wet pussy. Pinch that clit until it bleeds. Use your arm to rub the breast clamps. Hurt yourself."
Her hips began pumping against her fingers. She couldn't lift her hand away to play with her breasts, but she made the most of her arm. I knew the pain to her nipples had to be excruciating and my cock behaved accordingly. The zipper of my jeans rested against bare flesh and that flesh ached to pull free. Machala and I still had a long way to go.
She was moaning with erratic breaths as she tried to climax. "Machala, come. Now."
She screamed out a gargled sound filled with frustration. Her heavy sobs filled the room. "No more, Luke, please. No more."
I pulled several loose strands of hair from her wet face and looped them behind her ear. I leaned in so our breath mingled, the sweet scent of her driving me wild. Control. I could do this. "You will come again and then I'll reward you."
She started writhing on the bed. "Fuck you, I can't," she cried.
"You can and you will." I walked away and washed my hands clear to my elbows as I listened to her heavy breathing. I dried my hands and pulled on tight rubber gloves. When I walked back over she was watching me. I pulled out a small tray wrapped in plastic and broke the seal. I lifted a separate small package, tearing the side. It held a sterilized piercing needle. I opened a small box sitting beside the tray and removed a curved clit barbell for vertical hood piercing. "Start working that pussy again, girl."
I waited for her to tell me no, that I couldn't pierce her. I'd never told her that years ago I did this for a living. There was an art to genital piercing. At one time, I had multiple piercings from my nipples to my balls. In my wilder kinky days when I was discovering my appetite for sadism, piercing genitalia on men and women assuaged some of my pent up frustration. Having my own body pierced was so I knew what it felt like. I no longer wore the jewelry and most of my piercings had closed. The desire to do this to Machala hit me the first weekend she became my submissive. Not telling her I knew exactly what I was doing was part of the fear factor I loved.
Her fingers pumped as her eyes watched my every move. I walked around the bed. "Give me your hand." She slid her wet fingers from her pussy and lifted it to me. I secured her wrist to the bed strap. "Do you want to watch or not?"
"Fuck you, Luke." Her eyes glowed. "I'll watch."
I wasn't feeling her submissive vibe at the moment and that had me smiling. I propped another pillow behind her head so she could see more clearly. I pulled a sterile set of gloves over the ones I was wearing, placed a paper slip under her ass, and began sanitizing her pussy. "You're wet, girl. We can't have that or the needle might slip."
She groaned.
"It's important you stay still. If you can have an orgasm while I do this, it's okay as long as you don't move."
I could see the words forming on her lips.
"Don't say it or I might pierce your nipples too. I'll do them eventually, but even with the masochist I know you are, it'll be something to look forward to. No sense taking all the fun away today."
She remained quiet.
First I marked where I would pierce with a special pen. I removed the needle-receiving tube from the tray and placed it under the hood. "This will pinch. Don't move." I lifted the needle from the tray. "Breathe in."
She inhaled and I smoothly drove the needle through her flesh. She didn't move an inch. "Good girl. Almost finished."
I took the fourteen gauge barbell and threaded it along the needle, pulling it through the three-quarter inch space under her flesh. I used gauze to gently wipe blood from her pussy. The piercing might bleed slightly for several days. It would also be quite sore in a few hours. I lay the needle and receiving tube on the tray and removed my gloves. I pushed two fingers into her pussy.
"This piercing doesn't keep us from having sex as long as we're careful. If it's unusually sore or something I do hurts too badly, you're to tell me. Understood?"
She pushed against my fingers. "Yes, Luke."
"Come for me again, girl." I used my other hand to pull on the butt plug. Her hips bucked and her breathing increased.
"I can't. Not again."
I stood up and pulled my last toy from the nightstand. I looped the belt over her head until it circled her throat. "Trust me, Machala." I pulled, cutting off part of her air. Shortness of breath was something she lived with after the nightmares. I wanted to change it to a sexual urge and maybe help her in the long run. I lowered my hand and rammed the butt plug in. I added a third finger to her pussy, pressing hard. Her eyes were huge. I withdrew my fingers and loosened the belt. "Breathe. We're doing it again."
I waited for her to draw in oxygen and for her safeword. She didn't use it. This time I constricted the belt tighter, removed the nipple clamps, and jammed my fingers back into her cunt. I felt her inner muscles tighten, pulses of release clamping around me. I loosened the belt with my free hand while continually pumping my fingers.
"Breath play is something you'll never do alone. Understood?"
Through her heavy breathing she whimpered. "Yes, Luke."
We made progress. I'm not sure why it seemed so important that Machala have the ability to pleasure herself, but it was. I guess I wanted her out of her head enough to embrace her inner slut. I knew when our relationship began that self-achieved orgasm was impossible for her and I'll admit to getting a thrill at the thought that orgasms were something I controlled even when we were apart. Now, I wanted the walls down and the ability to give her control of her own body.
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