As I watched the waiter walk to another table, she held the head of my cock in her hand circling it driving me fucking nuts. The pleasure the sensitivity was almost too much to bear. I moaned without meaning to, I glanced around hopping no one had heard or was looking. She bent over and whispered to me; “Can I make you cum Sir, I will make sure there is no mess”. I readily agreed, anything to cum to climax. She continued playing, rubbing, squeezing just the head of my cock, the pressure increasing and the sensation overwhelming, I jerked involuntarily. She let go and searched for my balls bellow. Without effort she had found what she was looking for, and I felt a firm pressure as she squeezed me through my pants. She squeezed in a rhythm and the pressure got harder and harder, almost painful. I could feel the climax building nearing its end, I longed for the sweet release. With out taking her unmerciful and relentless hand of off my testicles, she bent over to kiss me and at the same time found my shaft with her other hand. I grabbed the cloth napkin nearby, readying it for the eruption that is imminent. She kissed me tenderly, and I was mere seconds away from climaxing into her hand.
Then a loud disruptive noise on the other end of the restaurant, a woman had thrown a plate and its contents on a man obviously her date, everyone in the restaurant was startled and looked in their direction. I welcomed the distraction so I could come, before I could tell her that I am going to cum now. She bent down and took me in her mouth, engulfing me to the base I jerked as she squeezed my balls even harder, a pain so delightful. But it sent me over the edge and I felt her throat, massaging the cum from me, I could feel it erupting into her; she swallowed over and over again. Coming up a bit and bringing herself back down as she rhythmically squeezed my balls again, I spurted again, and again, but now was spent. She bobbed up and down one final time and slowly pulled up, exhaling a deep breath as my cock dislodged from her mouth. I was in awe and utterly satisfied, glad for the commotion that shielded our debauchery. She smiled at me and kissed my lips. I kissed her back and could still taste the hint of saltiness on her lips, from my cum that she had just taken in. I kissed her harder running my tongue on her tongue and she caressed me back with hers. I moaned into her mouth slightly as did she. I slowly pushed myself always from her, and looked into the direction of the commotion, the man was standing talking to Gabrielle and the woman must have left the establishment. His pasta stained shirt and red blotchy cheek spoke a story all its own. I looked back at my love and found her eyes and she smiled a coy smile, and laughed shyly.
I appealed for an answer from her; “where did that come from, and what got into you my little”. She blushed at that briefly averting my eyes, I could see the redness spread all over her face making her quite flushed, I grabbed her hand and tried to ease her embarrassment. I softly spoke so others would not hear; “You are such a good girl, thank you for tonight my love”. I kissed her for a brief moment, and then focused on the now uninflated cock, sticking out of my pants. I wiped the last droplet of cum that had made its way up after into my napkin and slowly tucked myself back in. I managed to do so without too much effort, once I had composed myself, I reached for the fork and took off a small bite of the cake. I placed it at her lips and she took it without hesitation, never leaving my gaze. I loved the way she looked, the way she could hold my attention. I took a bite myself; enjoying the sweet and delightful, taste of the chocolate. It was absolutely divine, a slice of heaven. We shared the remainder of the piece and I continued to feed her one bite after another in turn. Once I scraped the last morsels of cake and crumbs of the plate I liked my spoon clean and reached for the glass of wine. I washed down the last of the chocolate taste in my mouth the mixture of both tastes was absolutely sublime. When I looked at her she gave me a smile and I asked her if she was ready to go, she nodded in her little cute way. I loved her mannerisms. I took the cash from my wallet and placed it on the tray that held the receipt, I left a hefty tip, and we slid out of the booth. As she did I saw the look on her face with the sudden movement her plug must have shifted. She cooed a bit and a sigh left her lips. A well disguised moan came from her lips as she stood shifting the rigid plug within her. I thought of the sensation she must have felt, what was going through her mind. I held out my arm and she took it, we walked to the front of the restaurant and Gabrielle was no where in sight. I decided I would call her tomorrow to thank her for the wine, and seating. We walked out under the awning, and a valet quickly grabbed the keys and rushed to a parking lot adjacent. We stood there, with the night around us and I took in the warmth of her hand on my arm. I realized that I had never loved anyone as much as her.
We ended up talking about the beautiful night, and how we were positive we would be able to see all the stars of we just drove into the country somewhere. Somehow we landed on the subject of a weekend getaway to a bed and breakfast somewhere. We agreed that this should happen and as we continued to talk about the now impending plans, I noticed that every jostle in the road still caused a reaction from her. I once even noticed a smile creep onto her pace when we hit a rough spot and the car hit a small pot hole. I was sure she was enjoying the plug. But I just placed my hand on her thigh and slowly moved my fingers back and forth in a loving and caring gesture. We continued making plans of this impending weekend get away, everything from a Bed and Breakfast to how we should take horses around on trails. And while we conversed my mind wandered I thought about how much I loved her. This woman has captured a piece of my heart no one has ever been able to hold, I was in love with her and the thought that I would grow old with her came to mind. I smiled to myself as if I had my own little joke. I glanced at her as I drove and I realized that I had slightly lost track of what she was saying. SO I listened adamantly and figured out she was still talking about our weekend getaway, a wave of relief flooded me.
When we finally arrived home, I was glad we were back. I loved the warmth of our abode. I closed the door behind us and walked towards the little wooden bowl I took my keys and wallet into, placed the items inside and placed my cellphone on the charger. I wandered to the main part of the house and could not see my love; she must have gone upstairs I thought to myself. As I neared the steps to the second floor I noticed her dress laying in a pile at the first step, obviously just thrown there. My pulse quickened when my line of sight followed the steps up and I noticed her red lace bra halfway up. Fuck me was the words that came to mind. I gathered her dress and her bra as I made my way up, I walked to the bedroom, and did not see her. The vision of her in my mind toying with me, urging me on. I felt aroused and bothered, I wanted and needed her. I walked into the bedroom and noticed that the bathroom door was ajar and the light on. I listened intently and heard the water in the shower turning on. I smiled and without hesitation removed my close nearly tripping as I stepped out of my pants. I threw everything in a pile by the door. On any given day this pile would have driven me nuts with my mild ocd and cleanliness, but right now that was the furthest thing from my mind.
I walked into the bathroom and could see her through the fogged glass, a silhouette of her. She was holding her head under the water running her fingers through. I quietly walked to the shower opened the door as quickly as I could. I walked in and looked at her beautiful face, the water running off of her skin. Her eyes were closed and I slowly wrapped my hands around her trying not to startle her. She smiled at the welcomed embrace and turned so that her back was to me. I kissed her neck and she reached down grabbing ahold of my cock. Just the slightest touch from her and my unimpressive limp cock, slowly grew to its much more gratifying size. I continued to kiss and suck on her neck, occasionally sinking my teeth into her, at the same time my hands roamed the front of her body. Cupping her breasts and gently playing with her nipples, trailing down to her mound and playing with her sex as well. I could feel the slickness of her own arousal spreading between her lips, she drove her butt back against me and I felt the end of the plug against my cock, her still holding on to my base.
I let my hands run back up to her breast and I cupped each mound tenderly in my hand kissing her neck at the same time. I whimper a moan escaped her and I drove my teeth harder into her shoulder, she arched and I squeezed. I toyed with her lovely breasts in my hand massaging them as If they were my play things. The hardening nipples protruding from pure arousal. I found both nipples in between my fingers, and I clamped down, sending a new wave of pleasure and pain through her. She moaned and arched again, my lips still on her shoulder I bit into her once more. A louder moan erupted from her and I tugged at her delicate nipples, forcing those outwards even more, seeing them stretch in front of me, feeling the tension there and her lips opened and lust spread across her face. I let go of her breasts and let my hands wander to her back then shoulders, squeezing them, then slowly up to her neck, brushing my fingertips over her skin and into her hair. I wrapped one hand around her throat the other in her hear, my lips mere inches from her ear. I whispered to her in a horse voice; “Bend over for me my little slut, and hold on to the bar and wall”. She grasped at the par almost immediately and I used the leverage on her hair to tug and pull her over. A brief moan erupted from her again, and I had her bent over.
God what a sight; such a beauty to my eyes. I am lost in her in my beautiful little girl. I loved her, fuck did I love her. I let my hands trail down her back to her bottom, my cock still hard beckoning for relief. I found the conditioner and applied just a drop to my hand rubbing it into the folds from behind. I guided my rigid and swollen cock to her entrance. Feeling the heat and tightness immediately, the water making it a bit more difficult to pass through the outer lips, but manageable without pain. Once my head was in her, being clasped by her tight sex, I grabbed at her hair and held it tight in a ponytail. I used it at leverage to steady myself and to hold her in place as I suddenly, plowed the remainder of my cock deep into her. She spewed a few profanities and a loud moan, I withdrew and plunged again, her legs shaking and moan even louder. I started to thrust into her, feeling the plug every time I bottomed out into her. I could feel the hard plug through the thin walls of her flesh, rubbing against my cock, pleasuring her pussy. When I drove all the way in her, it to drove deeper, caressing my cock in its own tantalizing way. She felt unbelievably tight with the plug in her. I trusted harder, grasping her hair harder, feeling the tension, and more profanities slipped her lips; “Fuck, fuck fuck, ohhh God”. Her neck and head arched back in a harsh way, her back curved and legs spread wide. With every thrust the sack of my balls slapping against her clit. Such sweet pain and pleasure. I felt the spasms from within her, the tightness of the plug in her intensifying the contractions around my cock. Her breathing stopped and her moans vanished for what seemed like an eternity as I continued to plunge into her. I felt her pussy grip my cock tighter now, in ripples of contractions, over and over again. My cock pulsing and twitching inside her from the sensation. She then screamed out a loud moan and went weak below me. Trembling and moaning, hanging on to bitter sweet sanity and the indulgence of pleasure.
I thrust one final time exploding into her, spurt after spurt emptying myself into her. Her muscles contracted around my cock sending shivers of pleasures into me, as I trembled and fought to not lose balance. I pressed her hard against the wall, grinding into her, spilling the last of my seed. Her face prone to it and mine onto hers kissing her cheek and lips. My cock sliding out of her at this un-natural angle and curvature. My cum quickly followed and she leaked my semen into the shower, it being washed away by the water. I reached down and found the base of the plug. Her eyes closed and I slowly started to tug. She moaned her lips parted as hand continued to gently pull. Dislodging the plug from its temporary home. I pulled and looked down, seeing the skin, tout and thin around it, seeing the steel slowly sliding out, stretching even wider and she moaned again then stopped, her mouth opened wide. No sound was hear, and as the last inch of the plug came to the surface she moaned as the remainder of the plug slipped from her almost effortlessly. She kept her eyes closed and her breathing raged she smiled and I knew she was ok; I rinsed the plug in the spray of the shower and sat it on a little shelf behind me. She had moved away from the wall and was rubbing her tender ass. I grabbed a cloth and the shower gel, and slowly rubbed the laver onto her skin. Coating her, seeing her skin with streaks of white lather, and suds. Her hair looked darker now being wet. The strands of hair stuck together to merge into thicker strands and she did have a just fucked look about her. She looked so sexy all wet. I continued washing her running my hands all around, washing every inch of her, even her sex and ass. I even washed her stomach and she did not object. She normally would, her weight making her a bit uneasy even after all these years. I loved her just the way she was; I would not change a thing. She washed me then, making sure to coax my cock, which stood at attention in moments, still begging for the release.
I grabbed the shampoo and washed her hair, letting my fingers slowly massage her scalp; “that feels so good baby” she muttered. I continued and then rinced it when I was sure she was all, clean. I washed mine really quick, then poured a bit of conditioner into my hand. I caressed it into her hair and massaged it in even more. Once it was done I kissed her shoulder, rinsed myself and told her I was getting out. She kissed me back and said ok. I grabbed the towel and dried off, she blurted out; “Baby would you do me a favor”. “Sure”, I replied. She opened the shower door her head sticking out, she stated “go to the closet there and on the third shelf grab the white clear bottle with the white nozzle on it for me”. I was not sure what she was talking about, but I complied and immediately realized that it was a cleaning device to clean her bottom out. I grinned wickedly and handed it to her, she kissed me and closing the door and leaving me with a much tantalizing thought….what will the evening bring, but that is a story for another day.
The end of “The pleasure of Pain” series.
After thought: I originally intended writing about the pleasure inflicted during BDSM play, with the notion that pain can be pleasurable. i.e. “good pain, vs. bad pain”. I very quickly realized that my story took a different turn, with its intended one part it quickly grew to be much longer. I wanted to dwell on the emotions as well as the play and normalcy of the characters. That a D/s relationship in many facets is as normal as it comes with the same every day norms and issues as any other lifestyle. Of course there are obvious differences, and I took many liberties to explore some of my experiences in life all wrapped into one story. So for now Thank you, will write again soon.
I think FTLOAS said it best; “The Loving D/s relationship is one of the most sacred and powerful connections that can exist between two human beings. It is not brutal, cruel or demeaning as many vanilla observers and wannabe fetish doms believe or even as at times depicted in this blog’s original storyline. Instead, it is built on respect, trust and devotion; indeed, love of another human being.”