Pleasure Through Pain

Cal never thought there would come a day when he would be afraid of his own maid, adding insult to injury, it was in his own home, in his own room. "mpphhh." Cal tried to struggle free of his bonds and scream for help but all it served to do was squeeze the socks in his mouth releasing some of Lara's sweat which had been soaked up by the socks. Cal grimaced in disgust as the taste was horrible. Lara walked over and clamped her hand over Cal's mouth roughly. "Quiet you little bastard, you don't want Mr. and Mrs. Adlair to wonder what the fuss is all about now do you?" Mrs. Adlair was the next door neighbor, a 35 year old homemaker. Cal's family and the Adlairs had known each other for over 10 years. She was always gentle and calm and helped out when Cal's parents were away. She had helped take care of Cal and his sister Hanna growing up when both their parents were away for work. Cal on the other hand didn't bother with Lara's words as h...

Count. Breathe. These are his words. Words which I so desperately want to follow. His hand, warm, firm on my soft belly. I hear the tick tick of the kitchen timer and sometimes, his voice telling to count, to breathe, to settle my soul. I asked for this challenge - well, not this PARTICULAR challenge, but I asked to BE challenged. This was His design. My nipples are ridiculously sensitive and so He chose a true challenge. Clothespins. For fifteen minutes. Fifteen. Full. Minutes. Naturally, I could put a stop to this with just one word, but then how much worth would this challenge have? I WANT this challenge. More, I NEED it! I must keep my eyes closed. I must not move. I must not speak (except, of course, for a safeword!) I must not moan. I must embrace the sensation, breath through the pain to find the pleasure. Once, this was easy for me. Since we have been apart for almost a year, though - thank you Covid! I'm dreadfully out of practice! I must breathe only through my nose - my...