And each time the orgasm subsided, Mistress reached down and turned up the speed another notch on one of the vibrators.And each time the orgasm subsided, Mistress reached down and turned up the speed another notch on one of the vibrators. Standing here now she couldn't remember how many times that happened but she remembered the pleasure and the infernal pain that always came with it. It went on for what seemed like hours and she couldn't do a thing to stop it. Pussy whip, notch up on the vibrator(s), orgasm, pleasure, blinding pain, then start over again and again and again. As Linda stood there next to the Juke box, she thought about how after that long, long session with Mistress and Master, she had never again been able to have a "normal" orgasm in normal fucking unless someone pulled hard on her nipple rings or whipped her pussy while she was trying to get off --- except for one other way --- when she had a big hard loving cock in her mouth, kneel- ing on her knees with the guy standing in front of her with her hair wrapped in his fingers and him pumping her mouth back and forth on his cock. That got to her, too. But after that night and the days and nights that followed, pleasure and pain were to be forever wed for her and never to be separated. "Linda! You going to stand there day dreaming all day or are you going to play your fucking songs, bitch?" It was B.J. and the music had stopped and the stage inside the U- Shaped bar was empty. "Oh Shit," Linda thought. |