Welcome back to the BDSM Blog hop! Yesterday I talked a little about negotiations, today I’ll provide an excerpt showing the fun you can have once the negotiations are over.

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“We’ll do your strength exercises in two parts this weekend.” His hand moved towards her pussy and he crammed two fingers into her with no soft caresses or warning.

“Nice and wet.” His deep voice caressed her skin as the basso profundo vibrations drifted towards and around her. He removed his fingers without ceremony, picked up a handful of marbles, and methodically began poking them into her.

Sam’s pussy spasmed as the glass orbs were quickly pressed into her, and she tried to hold her entrance closed to keep them from falling out as more and more were packed inside.

Her rectal muscles began to spasm around the giant plug as she tensed her ass along with her pussy muscles, and she soon discovered it was nearly impossible to relax around the plug and still hold the marbles in.

Ethan started the time on his cellphone, counting up, and turned it away from her. He set another chair in front of her and settled onto it before casually opening the bag and extracting a clothespin.

“I’m in a mood tonight, Samantha. I want you to hurt for me. No words, but feel free to scream and cry.”

He took his time placing each clothespin, building tension and anticipation until Sam was sure her adrenaline alone could light a stadium. The strain of holding the marbles in and fighting the large plug in her ass, along with being in the splits and her arms bound completely motionless — all of this in concert with the clothespins placed at random on her breasts and the underside of her upper arm had her frantic with pain, fear, and anticipation.

She let out a blood curdling scream when a clothespin on her inner arm hit a nerve the wrong way, and he immediately removed it, smiling as he said, “I’ll have to remember that spot for another time.”

He only placed it about a half inch away, and it still hurt terribly, but was bearable.

Sam had no idea how much time had passed when several marbles slipped from her and crashed into the metal cookie tray below. She squeezed her pussy as tight as she could, and didn’t realize she was squeezing her eyes closed until a gentle finger traced both eyebrows and a soft voice near her ear rumbled, “Open your eyes and let me see how much it hurts, Darlin’.”

Opening her eyes made the muscles around the plug spasm, as if relaxing her facial muscles somehow affected her ability to control her pussy and ass muscles. Another marble dropped, clinking onto the tray, and her eyes threatened to close again as she slammed her pussy shut with all of her might.

Sam was flexible enough the splits weren’t a big deal. However, having her muscles bound into this position for so long was making her leg muscles strain as much as her pussy and ass muscles. She inhaled to a count of thirty, and exhaled it all out to a count of twenty, concentrating on allowing the tension in her muscles to flow out with her breath.

“You have such control, but I think I’d like to see you lose it tonight, Samantha darling.”

She opened her eyes to see his fierce green eyes, and she tried to push back, away from him, but the chair backs and her bondage held her firm.

“Since you can’t keep your eyes open, we’ll take your vision, to start.”

He reached under her chair and his hand appeared with a blindfold. Darkness enveloped her as the loose, furry fabric settled over her face.

Her hearing kicked into overdrive and she tried to make out what he might be doing. She thought perhaps he’d reached into the clothespin bag again, and she gasped as she felt fingers lift her left pussy lip. A short scream escaped as a point of pressure squeezed her outer labia, and within moments she had eight clothespins lining either side of her pussy. Too bad he hadn’t clothespinned them together, to help her hold the remaining marbles in. She didn’t even know if she’d lost more or less than half, though she assumed less.

She didn’t know what he put on her nipples, but she was certain they weren’t clothespins, and she screamed in agony through a half a dozen breaths before the biting pain merged with everything else.

Fingers lifted her clit hood, exposing the super sensitive nerve endings beneath, and something cool stroked either side and then down the top. Sam smelled cinnamon a few seconds before the burn started, and she barely bit back words as they formed in her brain. This wasn’t the first time he’d used toothpaste on her, so she knew how bad it would hurt in a few minutes, and she wasn’t sure she could handle the burn on top of everything else.

Fingers stroked around and over her clit hood, rubbing more toothpaste over sensitive skin, and Sam’s hips fought the rope as they tried to move, to escape.

She couldn’t hold the marbles any longer. Her pussy muscles let go and the remaining marbles clattered into the metal below her. Soft lips touched her forehead over the blindfold and Ethan’s deep voice rumbled, “Well done, Darlin’. A new personal best, which means your required times this week will go up. For now though, I think we need something bigger in your ass.”

He didn’t tell her what was going in, and she had no idea if it was another plug or the next size up stretching ring. She gasped as the plug came out, managed to control her noises as his fingers smoothed more lubricant inside of her, and squealed in surprise as something large was once again pressed into her.

He moved a little faster this time, and she fought to let it in as her muscles were forced to accommodate its girth.

Her clit was burning worse now, and the inside of her arms ached in numerous places from the clothespins. Her breasts hurt, too, but her inner arms screamed louder.

“Do you think my cock will fit in your pussy while your ass is stuffed full?”

Sam tried to move her hips again, the burn on her clit was almost too much, the clothespins on her arms were nearing unbearable, and her pussy was so empty.

Something smooth touched her lips and she opened them, groaning as she felt the ball gag enter. It was one of the softer silicon ones that didn’t hurt the roof of her mouth, but it spread her jaw painfully and she groaned around it.

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