The pain, mixed with the pleasure of the vibrator against my sex, was so intense and completely different from anything I had ever felt. I cried out as he kept bringing the belt down on my bottom.
It hurt like hell, but the pleasure I received from the toy humming between my legs made up for the pain.
My eyes teared up, and I bit down on my lip, trying not to scream again. "God! What the fuck… Ugh, I can’t take all of this at once. It's too overwhelming!!”
His breathing was steady and controlled as the belt came down again.
“You can handle it, Kitten. Relax into the strokes of the strap. Immerse yourself in all the sensations you are feeling right now. Pain mixed with pleasure is a high you can’t fathom. Now, take it like a good girl. I won't give you more than you can handle."
I continued trying to pull against the restraints as he controlled the vibrator against my most intimate area and repeatedly struck my bottom.
I was sobbing, moaning, screaming, then whimpering, and I was sure there was drool coming out of my mouth and snot running down my nose as I panted every time the belt danced across my battered cheeks.
I was positive my pulling against the restraints was bruising my wrists. That would be another mark on my abused body. The buzz against my clitoris, mixed with the fire I felt on my bottom, was both painful and the most intense pleasure I have ever felt.
My vaginal muscles clenched with each strike. The licks of the strap were harder each time, yet the sting wasn’t as unpleasant as I thought it would be. I felt like I was floating in space.
It was such a fucked up, surreal feeling. Although I could float when I was spanked in the past, this wasdifferent. It was as though the pain and pleasure wenthand in hand. As much as I didn't want to admit it, I found myself getting turned on.
I wasactually enjoyingbeing used and abused by my goddamn stalker. As fucked up as that was, I couldn’t deny it. I could feel my orgasm coiling deep within my belly. The heat between my legs matched the heat on my ass. I was soaked.
“That’s it, Kitten. I want you to cum for me like a good girl. Let it out. Don’t fight it.”
Whack, another strike as the pussy pleaser still buzzed against the little knot between my legs. I could hear myself screaming louder as the tears fell, pooling underneath me. My body was sweaty, and my pelvic muscles were tightening.
I leaned into the belt, reveling in the fucked-up sensations my stalker was providing.
“Oh! Please. Ugh! What.The. Fuck!! I am going to cum!”
The strap came down quicker and harder as my body shook and trembled violently. It felt like a thousand suns were bursting throughout my lower core.
My eyes rolled back as the orgasm ripped through me. I never felt one so intense. My climax continued as he struck me particularly hard one last time while my pussy pulsated against the vibrator.
He finally threw the belt onto the floor, giving my tortured butt a rest. He lowered the vibration against the sensitive flesh, causing orgasmic aftershocks. I was so overwhelmed that I sobbed uncontrollably.
I was so damn confused. He whipped my ass brutally hard, yet I still had the most intense orgasm I have ever had in my life. My mind was having a hard time comprehending what had just happened. As I bawled my eyes out, I felt two massive arms wraparound my waist. He leaned in and whispered in my ear.
“Shhh, my beautiful Kitten. It’s ok. Calm down. You are my brave girl…just what I need.”
He covered my body protectively while holding me around my stomach. I was a slobbering wreck, emotionally and physically. I needed him to comfort me, remove my fear, and make me feel safe. I craved his attention and touch. I cried harder as he hugged me tighter.
“It’s ok, pet. I am going to release you from your restraints.” He moved away from my trembling body and freed me. After he uncuffed my wrists and legs, I collapsed on the bed, wracked with sobs. I wasn’t shrieking or screaming; I was bawling quietly into the pillow.
He lay beside me, pulling me close. I rested my head on his chest as he rained light kisses on my forehead.
“Hush, Kitten. It is over now. I want you to take some deep breaths. I’m going to leave you for just a minute. I need to grab some ointment and a bottle of Gatorade.”
He gently removed my head from his chest, resting me on my side. Now that my orgasm had subsided, and I was coming down from whatever the hell it was that sent me over the edge, my ass was on fire! Not only was I crying from the intensity of what he did to me, but I was also crying because my bottom hurt badly.
The burning was severe. He returned to bed with the same ointment he had used on me before and two bottles of Gatorade. He gentlyrolled me onto my stomach, being extra careful not to touch my tender backside. I was still crying and sniffling loudly.
I’m positive I had snot all over my face and didn’t care. My emotions were all over the place. I felt his huge hands rub the cold cream into my sensitive skin. I yelped when he pushed down hard on both inflamed orbs.
"Ouch. God, that hurts.” I whined.
“Take a deep breath. It will feel better once I slather you up with the ointment. It will immediately ease the burn and make you feel better.”
His voice was tender. I needed this reassurance from him. I clung to his every word to keep my sanity intact. My body needed to be comforted and held. I was a train wreck. I was sure my ass was a shredded, bloody mess.
