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I also started searching the internet for pain stuff. From the stories and the pictures, I found clam; that humiliation had the same effect as pain for some people. And for a few special people, the combination of pain and humiliation could bring about extreme sexual pleasure. I decided to find out for myself. One Friday night when my parents were both out of town for the weekend, I took my clothespins with me in my purse and went out bar hopping. None of my girlfriends were with me. The Grease Pit was located right next to the entrance to the race track. It had skut around forever and looked like it. The sign with the name showed somebody in a grease pit, one of those old fashioned trenches beneath a car that they used to have in service stations.

I only did because my dad had one next to the shed so he could grease his truck. A girl went to The Grease Pit alone for one of two reasons. She was from out of town and lost, or she was looking to get laid. I was a local; I was alone; and I was dressed pretty slutty, so it was very obvious that I was clzmp to get laid. Several different men tried to pick me up, but I brushed them fyck. I knew exactly who I was looking for, and that somebody was Brad Summers. Brad had a reputation for being kinky. I had once watched him order a girl who insulted him to get over his lap. She did, and he spanked her ass right there in The Grease Pit. As she kicked and screamed, her short dress rode up over her ass cheeks exposing them and the skimpy thong she was wearing to everyone in the bar.

Brad whaled away until she her ass was starting to turn purple and she was crying and begging for him to stop. Brad had the hots for me, and was always hanging around us when we slummed at the Pit. I had slapped his face a while back when he tried to pick me up. I told him to get the hell away from me and yelled that I would never go out with a neanderthal like him. He told me that he was going to make me very sorry for that one day. Yes, Brad was definitely the one I was looking for if I wanted pain and humiliation. I decided to wait for him, and sat there by myself in a booth for several hours sipping on bourbon and cokes and fending off various bar flies who wanted to take me home I lost count of how many drinks I had, but I knew that I was in no shape to attempt to drive home.

It was almost two am and getting close to closing. I was starting to think that I would have to take up one of the barflies on their offer when Brad walked in. I immediately slid out of the booth and staggered over to sit next to him. My voice was pretty slurred from the drinks. So was my mind, I guess, because I said what I said loud enough for everyone in the bar to hear me. Brad got up off the barstool and pulled a chair out into the center of the room. After I have warmed you up enough, I will fuck you senseless right there on the pool table. If not, get your ass over here. I think I had been looking forward to having to show my naked ass to everyone in the bar as I squirmed under the spanking, but this was even better.

I pulled off my top and stood naked in front of everyone. God, how could I actually be doing this? I walked over to where he was sitting and stood next to him. I had ten of them with me. I started with two just on either side of each nipple. Then I put two more outside of them right on the edge of the aerole. After I had eight of them in place, I turned around slowly so that everyone in the bar could see what I had done. Someone started clapping and soon the whole bar was filled with the sound of applause. What I was doing suddenly penetrated through my alcohol soaked brain and I felt slightly afraid, but more than that, I realized that these were all people who knew me.

How could I ever face them again after doing this? The shame and humiliation was overwhelming, but it was doing exactly what I had hoped it would do. I had been running juices down the inside of my thighs before I put the first clothespin in place, but now, I was absolutely gushing. I held up the next clothespin and then very carefully clipped it to the very tip of my left breast. That brought another round of applause and another flood of juice from my pussy. I repeated my actions with the clip for my right breast, and then draped myself over his legs. He just put one hand firmly in the middle of my back to hold me in place and started whaling away on my ass.

Most of the spanks hit right in the middle of the ass cheek, but once in a while he would hit lower, almost on the leg. That was a lot more painful and would cause me to kick my legs way up in the air and scream even louder. I knew that each time I did that I was showing my twat to everyone who was looking. That added humiliation was driving me crazy with lust. I felt like I was on the verge of an explosive orgasm just from the pain and humiliation of it all, and then he stopped. I did as he had instructed.

At that point I think I would have done anything for anybody just to get that orgasm that was just over the hill in front of me. You take her mouth while I take her cunt. I gobbled his prick into my mouth and started slurping. Meanwhile, Brad rammed himself into me from behind. I was heading higher than I had ever been before. I definitely do not, or did not, like anal. Well, three for three. Brad pulled way back until he was clear of my cunt and then rammed forward in one thrust and buried himself in my ass. I screamed in pain, but as soon as his balls hit me between the legs, I started to climax.

Brad and Tommy were both holding on to me as I screamed and thrashed and bucked like a bronco coming out of the shoot. My mind literally exploded. Everything was color and sound and flashes of light. In my next truly conscious moment, I realized that I was laying face down on the floor. Dave was pumping madly in my ass and Tommy was now spurting into my hair.

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This new person went for my pussy rather than my asshole, but I still squirmed and screamed and tried to get out from under him. Two more men from Clit fuck clamp laugh pain slut bar came over and held my arms. One reached under me and squeezed my breasts and then pinched one of my nipples. That was the magic button. The two men pulled me back up onto my knees and one of them put his prick in my mouth. I think a different man took over behind me at that point because the prick was back in my ass rather than my cunt.

I woke up really early the next morning lying naked on the barroom floor. I was a filthy mess. I stunk so bad that I could even smell myself. It was a mixture of cunt and cum and urine and sweat and bar room floor. You wanted humiliation, you might as Clit fuck clamp laugh pain slut top it off by driving home naked. One of the neighbor boys, however, was out mowing ditches and he did see me get out of the car and go into the house. I heard him gasp as he realized that I was naked and covered in cum. By the time I got in the kitchen door, I was once again burning with shame and embarrassment. I now knew that both pain and humiliation took me to places that most girls can only dream of.

But I also knew that if I kept this up, one morning I would find myself dead in an alley rather than just bruised, beaten, and hung over on a bar room floor. That was when I decided that I would be better off finding ways to get pain and humiliation a little more safely. I went back to the internet and started looking at pictures and reading stories. There is a lot of bullshit out there, but every once in a while, there is a story or post or series of images that actually has something to do with reality. I found out enough to know that I am evidently a natural born pain slut and I also found that there might be third avenue to the explosive pleasure which I now craved.

That third avenue was restraint. Pain would take me over the top. Pain and humiliation would take me even higher. Would adding restraint to that put me in the stratosphere? And was there a way to do this safely? There are actually quite a few good sites which give a lot of useful information about self bondage. I learned how to make a simple ice cube key release and tried that as my first attempt. All I did was buy some cheap handcuffs and leg irons from an online store and put them on my wrists and ankles before one of my nightly masturbation sessions. I lay back on the bed like I normally did and put the clothespins in place.

I was now up to nine on each tit so that they formed an X with my nipple right in the middle. I was using my favorite vibrator, a jack rabbit. The jack rabbit not only has the rabbit ears to put a tingle on your clit, it thrusts in and out and spins as the same time. But then things started to heat up and I tried to open my legs. They would only pull open as far apart as the chain that held my ankles. I had to pull my feet almost up against my ass in order to open myself up like I wanted to. As I struggled against the confinement of the chain, I found myself responding to the inability to move freely. Something about not being totally in control was pushing me higher than just the pain and the jack rabbit.

Normally as I approach that grand finish, I reach up and twist some of the clothespins on my tits. I sometimes even twist the one that is directly on my nipple. My right hand started to move toward my breasts, but it was attached to my left hand that was controlling the jack rabbit. In my previous sessions, I would sometimes let go of the vibrator to twist pins and play with my clit at the same time, but I never totally abandoned one area for the other. Now I had to choose. I pulled my feet as tight into my ass as I could so that my heels were pushing against the jack rabbit.

Then I raised both hands up to my breasts. I bounced over to the edge of the bed so that I could lower my feet over the side and sit up. Now my weight was keeping the vibrator in place and holding it so that it could thrust inside me rather than just slip slightly in and out of my cunt. The only problem was that sitting on the jack rabbit was more like sitting on a jack hammer. It was pounding against the top of my cervix like an incessant woodpecker. With the rabbit held firmly in place I went back to pulling and twisting the clothespins on my breasts. I was screaming and crying in frustration. I found myself begging the handcuffs to let me free.

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I started bouncing up and down on the bed to drive the rabbit further and further into me. My hands were now between my legs pumping the jack rabbit in and out of my cunt. With its own motion and with what I was doing with my hands, I was almost there, but I still needed something more. I pumped up and down with my hands about ten times and then gave one final extra heavy push and fell forward onto my face on the bed. All of the clothespins twisted at the same time. About half popped off. By the time I finished thrashing and screaming, I had knocked all of the clothespins off Clit fuck clamp laugh pain slut breasts and deeply scraped my wrists and ankles with the cuffs.

I realized there is a reason that you should buy the more expensive padded restraints. I also realized that a string that wound through the center of the spring on all of the clips would allow me to rip them all off in an instant. I lay their panting and groaning for what seemed like an hour, but was probably only a few minutes. Then I rolled back over onto my stomach with my hands between my legs. I could feel the cuffs pressing into the skin of my lower abdomen. I looked up at the ice cube which was holding the handcuff key up by the ceiling. I could feel the icy drops of water hitting my lower back. Each drop was a tiny icy shock to my overheated body. I lay their waiting The key itself was now clear of the ice, but a large clump of ice remained frozen solid around the carefully coiled string.

I rolled over onto my back and continued to watch the ice slowly melt. Now the drops of icy water were falling on my lower abdomen. I scootched over so that the drops were landing between my legs. After a little re-positioning, they were hitting directly on my clit. He was laughing and calling me an insatiable slut. I came violently as soon as I imagined that. It took me totally by surprise. There was no lead up to it. It was like I was suddenly shot out of a cannon. I screamed and yelled and thrashed on the bed like I had done so many times before, but this time it was almost totally caused by the idea of being captive to someone like Brad.

I was turned on by pain, humiliation, and bondage. I was a true pain slut. Writing this has me gushing. Maybe if I have a really intense dream with Brad or somebody tying me up and doing all sorts of great things to me, I might dream myself an orgasm. Sorry about that thought, Dr. B, but if something does happen tonight I will truly be asleep and dreaming. Is sucked worse than yesterday. There are no groups, no individual meetings, no activities— other Clit fuck clamp laugh pain slut a really lame church service with some 90 year old retired preacher who kept forgetting where he was in his sermon. She choked around the large cock, throat spasms making the man attached to it grunt.

Her pussy was on fire again. She's leaking everywhere," the man behind her sneered. Hermione squealed around Blaise Zabini's flesh as she felt something cold reach under her skirt and rub against her cunt. She carried on convulsing around the cock and breathed through her nose, realising that the death eater behind her was rubbing his boot up and down her slit. The steel tip of the toe pushed against her clit and she wailed hoarsely. Her pussy was drenching his foot with her slick fluids and she began to steadily move her hips against it. Scarcely enough to make her come, the boot running up and down offered little respite.

The mudblood cunt whores mouth vibrates around my cock nicely. The other death eaters standing around had a clear view of her arse now and he straightened to carry on mauling the apex of her open thighs with his shoe. He ran the tip down her slit, across her clit and back up again to rest against her anal rosette. He repeated this a few times enjoying corrupting the mudblood's cunt. She responded with another deep moan, pussy clenching at his motions. Lifting his shoe away from her anus he pushed ever so slightly into her cunt, fucking her it with the steel point. Hermione's eyes bulged at the barbarity and she pathetically tugged against the warm ropes around her thighs.

My toe is giving the fucking bitch pleasure. This is what you're worth whore, you should be begging for our cocks to fuck your twat and until then we'll fuck you with our boots, brooms, end of table legs… yes even furniture. Hell I'll fuck you with your own wand, I know Malfoy has it somewhere. You'll look so pretty arse up with your wand running in and out of your snatch and on display for every visitor here. You'll make the perfect door stop. Maybe we'll stash it in your arsehole to only take it out when we want to destroy the hole with our dicks. Zabini had started to harshly thrust and the hands on her head still held her firmly. She couldn't believe a boot was fucking her hole.

In and out, in and out she felt the tip violate her and she treasured every second. She could see the man's mouth curl up as he neared his orgasm, pumping away into her. She watched as he jerked his hand over the hard flesh and licked the slit of the cock causing him to growl in response. The hands holding her head angled her face up to receive what was coming. He continued to milk his tool and the fluid smeared her cheeks, oozing down her face. The boot fucking her cunt never eased its path during the process. Her face was smeared with his cum and it steadily started to drip down her neck onto her chest, joining the fluids already covering her from earlier.

The fluid drenched the flimsy shirt which was now thin enough to show the covered nipple poking through it. Zabini mercilessly teased her by running the length of his cock against her lips to smear his fluids around and withdrew with a leer, tucking it away into his trousers. The hands had let go of her hair and her head dangled backwards, eyes closed, as she caught her breath. He felt a sense of pride at her pretty face covered in his milky seed and stepped away. Flint pulled his sodden boot away from her pussy and strode around to face the panting whore.

The other men stood a few feet away and continued masturbating. But I'm not as… orthodox as him shall we say. Flint was known to have vulgar and downright animal-like preferences and he wasn't ashamed to get what he wanted. This death eater loved putting on a show and had originality almost rivalling a well-known werewolf. My shoes are still covered in your filth and we all know you love licking a good boot. For the second time that night her cheek rested on the floor and she began licking the mess her pussy had made.

The sweet flavour invaded her mouth and she hummed at the taste, slowly taking her fill. Unhappy at the pace Flint bent to grab her exposed nipple and zapped the tip wandlessly. With nothing filling her mouth she was able to freely scream at the pain mixing with her pleasure. The other men jeered at the sound. I just want a clean shoe, cunt. Happy with the level of cleanliness Flint stepped back and shifted her on her knees, hands behind her, but hovering above the ground to bring her tits to his cock level. I'm going to wrap your big juicy tits around my cock and go to town. This is the prelude to my pleasure tonight. The cameras snapped wildly to capture her topless body, the back of her skirt still tucked up and arse on show.

Flint ran his fingers down her cheek gathering his fellow death eaters cum and pushed it into her mouth. Hermione slurped on the digit tasting the tang of semen and flicked the tip with her tongue. Cum-whore can't get enough of this. Hermione groaned into his mouth and let him exhort his power over her. He pushed his tongue against her and savagely licked and took from her what he wanted until she felt a faint tang of blood in her mouth. Biting at her lower lip he couldn't care less for the taste of semen covering them. Feeling a pinch Hermione realised he was twisting both nipples at the same time and held them in place as he kissed her. He let go suddenly and the blood rushed back into her tips leaving her groaning into his hot mouth.

She heard the sound of another zipper and realised Flint had released his cock whilst still attacking her mouth. He twisted her nipples again and she enjoyed the pain this brought as he worried her tits. His hands released her and she watched him stroke his thick cock; it had a beautiful vein pulsating on the underside and Hermione itched to lick it. When she continued to feel the pain she looked down and realised he had placed metal clamps around the twisted tips. He moved his hands to conjure a long chain that sealed around both of her clamps. With a gruff laugh he watched her alarmed face as he magically tightened the chain bringing both tits closer and straining her tips.

He carried on until the chain was incredibly short at an inch long, and her nipples were brought painfully close. Her face scrunched from the delightful pain. Her nipples had darkened from dusky brown to a deeper colour and her chest flushed red from her arousal. Hermione watched in shock, eyes following the swish of it. From a distance cold, grey eyes noticed the well-hidden joy across her face and a smirk formed on the observing man's face. He whipped it again watching the flesh jiggle delightfully and then copied his action across the other breast not giving her a chance to recover. The whip was red hot when it touched her but the strange material left a cold chill when it left her skin.

Directing the whip to her the top side of her areolas he alternated between the two globes enjoying the red lines marking her skin. She shrieked at each snap against her flesh. Flint was bringing out a side of her she had kept hidden well. He tightened the clamps wandlessly to her pained gasps and smirked as he went in for the kill; he flicked the whip to the tip of her already mauled left nipple. Alternating between her nipples he carried on whipping a little while before finishing with a final swish against her cleavage.

The flesh of her tits was marred with thin red lines and the pushed together skin bulged at her each breath. She whined at the pain and knew the level of abuse she was going through was exactly why she had come here. Her nipples were straining between the clamps and she shook from the after effects of her lashing, head hanging low. The audience enjoyed the show this death eater was known for bringing. He pulled her forward by the chain causing her to pleasingly scream as her nipples were stretched. Cock still hanging out Flint gripped her neck with one hand for leverage, holding firmly above the piece of jewellery there, and thrust his manhood under the chain and between her glorious mounds.

Resting his cock between her cleavage, Flint squeezed her neck slightly and pushed her bound and floating form up and harshly down his cock.

He set a quick pace and Zabini's cum and his fluids cpamp the tight passage. Her tits jiggled at his thrusts, still strained from the link holding them together which stimulated him even more. The tip of his thick cock jammed against her chin as he stabbed it between her breasts, smearing more pre-cum on her face. He held his hands expertly to not crush her throat but to limit the blood supply to her brain, asphyxiating her a little but not enough to lose consciousness. He wanted her to remember him ravaging her swollen tits with spectators watching it.

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