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In each of Camille’s labia there is a hole where she was pierced for her jewelry.  I bent paper clips, so that I could hook them through the holes, and use them to support lead fishing weights. I hooked one end of the clips through her labia holes, and on the other end I attached the weights.  As her labia stretched downward towards the floor, the sight was beautiful.   Camille said, “I’ve never done this before.”  Gently, I lifted the weights and lowered them.  The experience turned her on so much, that her love juice began to drip on to her labia, totally soaking them.  I continued lifting and lowering the weights. Next, I used a vibrator to tickle the weights and her clit, allowing her to have yet another orgasm.   And once again, I cradled her head and neck in my hands for a long, delicate kiss.

After several minutes, I released my lady, and made her lie on the floor on her back.  I used restraints to connect her wrists to the legs of a dresser.  Her legs were held apart via a spreader bar.  I left the “nipple nooses” attached.  I wrapped an ace bandage around her head, creating a blindfold.  With her vision removed, and her shaved pussy totally vulnerable, I decided to instil fear into Camille by placing heavy, cold, metal tools on her nakedness, explaining that “serious toys” were necessary to continue in her torture.  Camille did not seem afraid.  She had had three orgasms.  She was peaceful and seemed to trust completely that I would not harm her.  I teased her pussy with a “cross tire iron” (a tool for removing the lug nuts from automobile wheels.)  I rolled the cold steel between the lips of her pussy, gently tapped on the tire iron with a large pair of pliers.  Gently I began to insert the fat end of the iron, and rubbed her clit with my fingers.  I slowly fucked her with the tire iron.  Her excitement increased to a level where I thought she was about to cum again, so I removed the cold metal object and replaced it with hard hot cock.

With her body so open and vulnerable to me, I fucked her for the next 2 hours, allowing her to experience a few more orgasms. After her release, she lay naked in my arms and I asked her, “so what do you think about this SM stuff?”  She replied  in a dreamy voice, “it’s pretty nice.”  I asked, “so do you want to try it again.”  She looked at me, smiling in amazement, “well of course!  I think we should have a regular schedule!”

Ah!  I really love my new girlfriend!

Her stillness also remained.  Slowly I began to place sturdy wooden clothes pins on her breasts, covering them until it was difficult to find a vacant place to apply another clothes pin.  After placing about 30 pins on her breasts, I began to fondle them, strike them with my fingers, brush my hands accross her breasts, bending several clothes pins at once.  And still her expression remained constant, still.  This action contiued for a long while. My youthful flower looked so beautiful decorated in this manner. I began to fondle her pussy through her silken panties which I had allowed her to continue wearing.  I pressed firmly, driving her panties up, into her pussy, essentially fingerfucking her with her panties.  The words “oh yeah” softly emerged from her lips.  As her body rocked, the clothes pins rattled together and her breath quickened.  I frigged her harder, and the rattling of the pins grew louder.  While continuing to fingerfuck her, my free hand pressed against the clothes pins.   I continued this action until my Camille attained her first orgasm of the day.  I then placed my finger, soaked with her wetness into her mouth.  In her “post orgasm” state of mind, I now firmly pressed my other hand against the clothes pins, sending waves of pain and pleasure over her body.  Released from her rope, I allowed her to kneel.  I gave her a sip of oh cha.  I kissed her and continued to fondle her breasts.  I asked, “how does it feel.”  And she responded.  It feels like a thousand needles are all over my breasts.  And now, the ultimate pain, or pleasure, as I told her to hug me.  She looked surprised, but she pressed her body against me, kissing me.  As the clothes pins were squashed between our bodies, she sounded as though she would orgasm again.  Suddenly, she screamed and pushed away from me, her eyes wide, searching for this world.  I kissed her, calmed her down.  Breathing deeply she said, “I’m o.k. There’s just this incredible ecstacy all over my breasts.

After she had calmed more, we moved to the next position.  Wearing a sexy blue garter belt and stockings, I tied her to a chair in a most uncomfortable position, with her butt slid to the front of the chair, her pussy now very exposed for whatever torture I decided to administer.  I placed nooses tied from twine around her nipples and tightened them.  I connected the nooses to each other by a small chain.  I now began to gently rub and stimulate her clit.  Her arousal grew.  Suddenly I slapped her pussy.  Her eyes widened, shocked.  Slowly, rhythmically, I began to spank her pussy.  She began to breathe heavily.  And I began to spank more firmly, building the intensity.  Occasionally I would pull on the chain attached to her nipples.  Her pleasure became dizzying as I slowed, then sped up her pussy spanking, until I allowed her to gush with another orgasm.  I cradled her head in my arms, kissed her. Before releasing her from her bondage, and moving her into the final position, I decided to play further with her now sensitive labia.

Sweet Camille.  Camille is my girlfriend.  It is the first woman it quite a while that I refer to as “girlfriend.”  We met.  We smiled.  We talked.  Our eyes danced with each other.  Being in each other’s presence gives happiness to the both of us. We made love.  And that gave us more happiness.

Camille is aware that I am a master.  She has an interest in fetishism in regards to clothing.  Like latex, rubber, leather, nylon.  But she told me that she doesn’t like the idea of being submissive.  She told me that she is not a masochist, but that she has a high tolerance for pain.  She told me that 2 years ago, she had her nipples and labia pierced with large jewelry. But since then, she had the jewelry removed.  I suggested that she make a video with me, and explore pain, explore submission in the context of a video.  We have become VERY enamored with each other, so this idea appealed to her.

Before she arrived at my apartment, I arranged the ropes, restraints, nipple clips, clothes pins, floggers, weights.  Items I would use in her torture.  In anticipation of her arrival and our exploration of “the arts,” I found my heart beating rapidly.  I was extremely aroused.  Normally, before I begin a video, I am not this excited.  I realized that I had developed love for Camille, and this ingredient, love, was fueling my excitement.

Once she arrived, I quickly began the video.  I tied a rope around her neck, leaving a long length of rope, simulating a leash and collar.  She was instructed to kneel on the floor, bow, and place her forehead on the floor.  She was left, in this position, in silence for several minutes.  She was then commanded to stand and strip.  I connected her wrists behind her back using restraints.  Then I brought her elbows together using surgical tape.  I have always loved the way a woman’s tits push forward when her elbows are drawn together behind her back.  The rope around her neck was affixed to an eyebolt in the ceiling and she was blindfolded.  I played a CD which featured very soft, dreamy jazz piano music, and I caressed her naked body with a cluster of very soft feathers.  I wanted to relax her but also heighten her awareness.

While still caressing her body with the feathers, I pinched a nipple and pulled it upwards toward the ceiling.  Then, the other nipple, pulling upwards as hard as I could.  Her face remained still, expressionless, as she absorbed the sensations. I next squeezed her breasts as hard as I could, almost pressing my fingers together, THROUGH her breasts.  Still her expression remained still, peaceful.  I love the feel of her firm, natural breasts, so my squeezing continued for several minutes.

Bunnee moaned and laughed in pleasure.  Our conversation was now soft, sensual.  And Bunnee reiterated, “god, I’m having such fun today.”  My video camera zoomed in extremely close to watch her flesh twist as I bent the clothes pins.  Bunnees moans now sounded like a woman deep in the throes of beautiful lovemaking.  Now, I told my model to look directly into the camera while I continued to twist and bend the clothes pins.  Finally, for the ultimate tit pain, I took large pieces of tape, bent the clothes pins down, and taped the pins to her red corset.

The most painful part of clothes pin torture is when the pin is removed.  The blood rushes back in the pinched area and this is extremely painful.  When I removed the clothes pins from Bunnee’s tits, she gasped, and she laughed.

For her next torture, I tied Bunnee to a workout bench, and tightly bound her bruised tits in rope.  They looked like purple and blue speckled balloons ready to burst.  Another rope passed from the ropes around her tits, over an overhead pulley and down to a heavy weight.  Occasionally I would lift the weight and drop it, putting serious stress on her tight boobies.

In the final position, rope was tightly wrapped around her breasts in a different manner, and clover clamps were attached to her nipples.  The clamps were chained to a bar beneath her. Bunnee was now told to “sit up tall.”   This caused the painful clamps to pull, and tighten further on her nipples.  I was therefore instructing Bunnee to torture herself.  She struggled. I knew this action was VERY painful.  I told the young girl. “Bunnee, I told you to sit up tall.  Now, if you’re not obedient, I’ll have to punish you.”  This made her smile.  “Of course, in your case,  my punishment will be to STOP giving you pain!” A concerned look came over her face, as the girl did not realize that I was joking.  Then she laughed.

When Bunnee was untied, ready to depart, she asked me if she could come back and make another video.  I said, “No problem!”

I paused in my breast beating for a few moments so that I could squeeze and twist her fleshy mounds.  Her breasts were now fiery from the flogging.  I resumed beating her tits and Bunnee continued to smile with each hard flog.  Now that her tits were sore, I slapped them hard with my open hand several times.  “Do you like being tit-spanked?”  “Yes,” she said with a smile. “It feels good.”

Soon, I tightly wrapped a length of rough, hemp rope around her very bruised breasts.   I enjoyed the sight of her purplish bruises bulging beneath the tight ropes.  I also bound her hands behind her back.  I asked Bunnee “how was she doing,” and she said, “I’m having a lot of fun today.”  I caressed her bruises, stroking, occasionally pinching the purplish bulges of flesh. I told her to lean her head back and I marveled at the beautiful sight.  I caressed her neck.  “What a beautiful image of tit torture,” I thought.

I considered adding clothes pins to our “breast art,” but I doubted that I could make this picture of breast torture look more beautiful.  Bunnee smiled at the sight of the wooden clothes pins.  I could not allow myself to deny Bunnee her fun, so I began decorating the bulges between the ropes with the clothes pins.  After I had 8 clothes pins attached to her tits, I began to bend and flick the clothes pins.

At the East Coast Video Show in Atlantic City last year, my old pal Pasquale introduced me to a young, happy-faced, young lady named Bunnee. Pasquale says to me, “you got to get this girl in a video.  She loves pain.  ABSOLUTELY LOVES pain,” and Bunnee was smiling the entire time that Pas was saying these words.  I asked her, “do you like spanking?” “Yes,” was her response.  “Nipple torture, pussy torture, bondage, breast flogging?” I further inquired.  Bunnee said, “well, I like all that stuff, but I’ve never had my tits flogged.”  “Show them to me,” I told the young girl.  Her eyes widened and she said, “here?”  We were standing

in a rather large crowd at the convention, which features many AV companies.  “Sure, here is o.k.  I doubt anyone will care.” Bunnee’s face reddened, and she sheepishly pulled her tits out over the tops of her sweater.  I put my hands on them and squeezed, which only made Bunnee’s face become more red.  Her tits were so girlishly plumpy and firm.  I said, “oh, you have ideal tits for flogging.  We’ll have to introduce you to the experience.  You like to try new things, don’t you?”  “Yes,” was the embarrassed girls response.  A few months later, I scheduled a shoot, and a friend of Pasquale drove the girl from her home in southern New Jersey to the dungeon in Brooklyn.

Bunnee had never made a video before.  I began by telling her that I was the director and she was my actress, so she must obey my directions.  She seemed excited at the idea.  I felt her lovely bosoms for several minutes, then tied her hands  behind her back.  She simply had such wonderful young tits to feel and squeeze.  I pulled one breast up and told Bunnee to kiss her own nipple.  She licked her nipple with her pierced tongue.  I stepped away and picked up my leather flogger.  I did not begin softly and slowly begin to hit harder.  My very first strike was hard.  My second strike was hard.  Bunnee just smiled.  Repeatedly my flogger smacked hard against her soft young flesh.  “Do you like pain?” I asked.  “Yes,” she said with a smile.  “Then you will have LOTS of fun today,” I told her.  I watched the blood vessels break beneath her skin and her tits begin to bruise.  “Are you concerned about bruises, because, if I continue to beat your breasts you will have some serious bruises.”  She laughed and said, “I don’t care about bruises.  I’m having too much fun for you to stop.

Occasionally I would quickly glance at Brent, noticing that he wore a huge smile.  Finally his fantasies were being answered. He was getting to see his cute wife bound and punished.

I next instructed our little girl to lie face down on a red ottoman.  I bound her hands and legs to the four corners of the furniture in a manner that left her tender ass cheeks totally vulnerable.  For the next 30 minutes I methodically flogged and spanked her cheeks to a delicate shade of redness.  Occasionally my flogger would wander and strike her directly on the pussy.  Eventually our young girl began to lightly sob. I knew she was close to tears, so a slowed my strokes, but made each one harder.  I asked, “do you wish to continue this lesson in submission.”  Her soft, little voice said, “yes…master.” We were making progress.

I released Blondie and sat her upright on the ottoman.  I tied each ankle to a leg of the furniture, and tied her hands to the outside of her knees.  It was time to show Blondie the meaning of the word “pussy torture.”  I began to adorn her labia with clothes pins.  After the second pin, she let out a loud yelp.  A large ball gag would muffle future screams.  I felt it important that Blondie do these actions willingly.  So, after each clothes pin, I would ask, are you capable of handling another.  Sometimes she would be slow to respond, but each time, she nodded her head, “yes.”  After the 6th clothes pin was attached, I could see our young girl struggling with the pain. I commanded her, “Relax.  Breathe deeply, slowly.  Allow the sensation of pain in your pussy to slowly spread over your entire body.”  Obediently, Blondie slowed her breathing, and seemed to go into a trance.  I now took a vibrator and gently tickled a few of the clothes pins.  Her body trembled, and I reminded her, “breathe slowly and deeply.  Just enjoy the feeling.”  For the next 15 minutes I caressed the clothes pins with the vibrator.  Blondie’s eyes remained closed and I watched the tremors in her body as the vibrator played her like a musical instrument.  I sensed that the young girl would not orgasm.  Slowly, eventually I stopped using the vibrator.  I stood back and just looked.  I walked next to her husband, Brent, who said nothing to me.  We both watched her in silence.  Blondie remained motionless, eyes closed, as if in deep meditation.  After 2 or 3 minutes her eyes popped open and she said, “WOW! COOL!”

Later while she was dressing, “cool” seemed to be Blondie’s favorite word to describe her experience.  Brent said to me, “boy Rick, you’ve really given me some ideas.  I can’t wait to get home and tie her to our bed.”  Upon hearing this, Blondie exclaimed, “no way!  When we get home, I’m tying YOU to the bed.”

As they left the dungeon they’re youthful arguing continued all the way out the door.  Blondie still didn’t want her husband to tie her up, but…..a seed had been planted.  I think eventually Brent’s wishes will come true.

Brent asked me if he could watch the making of the video, and I said, “sure.”  I put leather wrist restraints on his young wife, and attached her hands to two chains which hung from the ceiling.  As I ran my hands along the side of her body, Blondie giggled.  “Are you ticklish,” I asked.  “Oh, I’m very ticklish. Please don’t tickle me,” she begged.  I glanced at her husband. He smiled and nodded his head in a “yes” motion.  “My young lady, in making this video, you agree to submit to my commands, and agree to accept whatever torment I wish to inflict on your body.  You can beg, but I will still do whatever I wish.”  And I proceeded to give her a lengthy session of tickling.  Her sides, her armpits, legs, the sides of her knees.  I raised her skirt, her shirt, bra, and proceeded to tickle her bare flesh.  Suddenly I stunned the young lady when I struck a nipple with a small genital flogger.  I now lowered her panties to her knees so that the tiny flogger could find her pussy.  Tickle, flog, tickle flog, I alternated the sensations.  I would make her nearly  breathless from tickling, then smack her labia with the mean little flogger.  Eventually, I soothed her, calmed her down, caressed her nipples.  I began to pinch her nipples.  Gently at first, then harder.  It was such fun to watch the expression on her face change, her mouth fall open as she experienced the pain.  I decorated her tiny titties with a few clothes pins, and then played with the clothes pins, bending them, flicking them.  Eventually I asked, “do you want to continue with making this movie?”  Here eyes glanced to her husband, then she looked at me and said “yes.”

I commanded Blondie to dress in a sexy black lingerie outfit, then tore holes in the stockings.  I affixed her to a St. Andrews cross and shocked her with a quick, hard flogging of her buttocks.  I was simply “warming up” her bottom for the more severe spanking she would receive in the next position.

I received a call from a fellow named Brent in Maryland.  Brent had gotten my phone number from a producer in New York. Brent and his young wife, Blondie, had seen a few of my bondage videos, and Brent wanted to know if I would use his wife in one of my movies.  He explained that in their relationship, she would frequently tie him up and play with him, but that she had never allowed him to tie her up.  But, she was turned on by watching some of my videos and said that she would like me to tie her up.  I asked her age.  Brent told me that Blondie was 18 years old, and they had gotten married when she was just 15.  I told him to send me a photograph of her.  After seeing the picture of the cute, slender girl, I agreed to a video shoot with her in a dungeon in Brooklyn.

An hour before we were to begin the video, Blondie asked Brent to buy her a bottle of wine.  I informed her that I do not allow my models to drink alcohol before a shoot.  She explained that she was very nervous and that alcohol would relax her.  I said to her, “it’s natural to be nervous.  I prefer that you look nervous when I roll my video camera.”  Now that she understood that it was o.k. to look nervous, she became much more relaxed.

Next, I commanded Bianca to dress in black lingerie, black high heels.  I tied her, facing outwards, to the refrigerator, and forced her legs open with a spreader bar.  I wanted to see her tits bound in traditional, circular, tit bondage.  Bound thusly, they looked great.  Again, I had such fun squeezing and twisting her mountains.  Then, I shocked her with a firm slap from my open hand.  I’ve known very few slaves who could endure a real “tit  spanking.”  I slapped the other breast, and she looked at me startled, with “wide eyed” amazement.  I knew the open-handed slaps were stinging breasts which had already been punished by my leather flogger, but I also realized that Bianca was being turned on from having her breasts punished.  So, the spanking of her tits continued.  Occasionally I would pinch a nipple. But mostly this was a firm “tit spanking.”  Eventually,I paused to admire and photograph the redness of her breasts.

Suddenly, Bianca surprised me with a request for a break to eat something.  Maybe she thought of food because she was tied to a refrigerator.  I told her that I didn’t want to undo all my bondage work, so I offered her an apple.  But, the apple now became a gag, because I instructed her to hold it between her teeth.  Dropping the apple would earn her a severe punishment.  What frustration she must have felt. The juices from the apple dripping into her mouth, but no way to eat it. I told her that I was going to go to a nearby store to get some pizza.  I told her that when I returned, if she was still holding the apple in her mouth, I would untie her and let her have some pizza.  When I told her that I would be back in about 30 minutes, she let out a moan of protest beneath her “apple gag.”

As I walked outdoors in the cool Autumn air, it was so exciting to think of the discomfort of my bound slave, waiting….and waiting.