purple and wet and drizzling precome constantly.
David was both terrified and immensely excited by the sight of his naked, lacerated body, by the sight of Isabella, her expression the very personification of cruelty, whipping and whipping him with such fury. He wanted to beg her to show him mercy, he was in so much agony. But if he did that she might stop beating him. And David didnât want that to happen because when Isabella was beating him it meant that he deserved her. She was showing him that he deserved her by beating him and he was showing her that he deserved her by taking his beating like a good slave.
Each of Isabellaâs savage blows was showing David that she thought he deserved her and he was immensely grateful to her for it and wanted to show that gratitude. So he wouldnât beg her for mercy, he wouldnât. But it hurt so fucking much. The pain was intense. So was the pleasure. He was in agony that was also ecstasy.
David reached the point where agony and ecstasy transformed themselves into purest ecstasy. Convulsions began to shake his body and he climaxed, ejaculating spurt after spurt of silvery come from his corseted cock. But before heâd quite finished coming David did something else. He fainted. Darkness rolled in behind the bright lines of orgasmic sensation he was still experiencing and he swooned down into a huge black void. His body collapsed when he fainted, except it didnât. It couldnât collapse because his wrists were secured above him to the chain.
When David came round it took him a few seconds to realise where he was. For how long heâd been dead to the world in this mirrored dungeon, he had no idea. All he knew when he awoke from his faint was that his backside felt extremely sore and painful, that he was still hanging by the wrists from the chain, and that he was alone.
âMistress, Mistress,â he called out but Isabella didnât answer him and he knew somehow that she wouldnât. She wasnât there in the basement, he could see that clearly enough. But heâd bet she wasnât in the store either. He was all alone where he was, alone and in bondage and in great pain. David didnât call out for Isabella again. He knew sheâd left the store, and he must leave too, but he couldnât. He tried â tried very hard â but he was unable to get his wrist cuffs loose of the chain.
David hoped against hope that Isabella would take pity on him and come back for him, but he knew in his heart that she wouldnât come, and he was right: she didnât. The dark haired assistant in the spray-on red rubber mini dress came instead. With a deadpan expression on her attractive face worthy of a poker player and without saying a single word, she removed his cock corset and collar, unclipped and removed his ankle and wrist cuffs, and freed him from the chain. With the items she had removed from Davidâs body held in her slender hands, she went back upstairs and he followed her. He went into the fitting room to get dressed, feeling completely wiped out, shattered.
The assistant showed David all the items that sheâd selected earlier at Isabellaâs behest, and she put them into a black carrier bag for him. She then added the collar and cuffs and cock corset heâd been wearing, dropping these into the bag too. David reached for his wallet to pay for the contents of the bag.
âThat wonât be necessary,â the assistant said, her voice as expressionless as was the set of her features. âMrs. Stern says theyâre on the house.â
âRight,â David mumbled distractedly, unable to meet her eye. She unlocked the entrance to the store and let him out into the grey dusk, the sky now the colour of dirty cotton wool. He went straight home, still very shaky but with only one thought in mind: When would Isabella get in touch with him next?
Chapter Eight
You might have thought that having left David
David was both terrified and immensely excited by the sight of his naked, lacerated body, by the sight of Isabella, her expression the very personification of cruelty, whipping and whipping him with such fury. He wanted to beg her to show him mercy, he was in so much agony. But if he did that she might stop beating him. And David didnât want that to happen because when Isabella was beating him it meant that he deserved her. She was showing him that he deserved her by beating him and he was showing her that he deserved her by taking his beating like a good slave.
Each of Isabellaâs savage blows was showing David that she thought he deserved her and he was immensely grateful to her for it and wanted to show that gratitude. So he wouldnât beg her for mercy, he wouldnât. But it hurt so fucking much. The pain was intense. So was the pleasure. He was in agony that was also ecstasy.
David reached the point where agony and ecstasy transformed themselves into purest ecstasy. Convulsions began to shake his body and he climaxed, ejaculating spurt after spurt of silvery come from his corseted cock. But before heâd quite finished coming David did something else. He fainted. Darkness rolled in behind the bright lines of orgasmic sensation he was still experiencing and he swooned down into a huge black void. His body collapsed when he fainted, except it didnât. It couldnât collapse because his wrists were secured above him to the chain.
When David came round it took him a few seconds to realise where he was. For how long heâd been dead to the world in this mirrored dungeon, he had no idea. All he knew when he awoke from his faint was that his backside felt extremely sore and painful, that he was still hanging by the wrists from the chain, and that he was alone.
âMistress, Mistress,â he called out but Isabella didnât answer him and he knew somehow that she wouldnât. She wasnât there in the basement, he could see that clearly enough. But heâd bet she wasnât in the store either. He was all alone where he was, alone and in bondage and in great pain. David didnât call out for Isabella again. He knew sheâd left the store, and he must leave too, but he couldnât. He tried â tried very hard â but he was unable to get his wrist cuffs loose of the chain.
David hoped against hope that Isabella would take pity on him and come back for him, but he knew in his heart that she wouldnât come, and he was right: she didnât. The dark haired assistant in the spray-on red rubber mini dress came instead. With a deadpan expression on her attractive face worthy of a poker player and without saying a single word, she removed his cock corset and collar, unclipped and removed his ankle and wrist cuffs, and freed him from the chain. With the items she had removed from Davidâs body held in her slender hands, she went back upstairs and he followed her. He went into the fitting room to get dressed, feeling completely wiped out, shattered.
The assistant showed David all the items that sheâd selected earlier at Isabellaâs behest, and she put them into a black carrier bag for him. She then added the collar and cuffs and cock corset heâd been wearing, dropping these into the bag too. David reached for his wallet to pay for the contents of the bag.
âThat wonât be necessary,â the assistant said, her voice as expressionless as was the set of her features. âMrs. Stern says theyâre on the house.â
âRight,â David mumbled distractedly, unable to meet her eye. She unlocked the entrance to the store and let him out into the grey dusk, the sky now the colour of dirty cotton wool. He went straight home, still very shaky but with only one thought in mind: When would Isabella get in touch with him next?
Chapter Eight
You might have thought that having left David
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