Sweet Agony: A Collection of BDSM Erotica

by Jolynn Raymond

  She chewed at her lip again, and heard another sound of impatience come from her Master. He was becoming exasperated with her, and that wouldn’t do at all. Part of her, the Beth inside that had yet to be tamed for the night, wanted to turn to him and tell him to just fuck off and give her a minute, but she knew she didn’t dare. The skin on her ass cringed at just the thought.

  She stepped forward, looking over everything, trying to think of the best way to go about this, wanting to, needing to, choose the right ones. If she picked the worst of the lot, the ones that hurt the very most, perhaps he’d be proud of her choices, proud that she had chosen to be strong and take the worst of the pain. Maybe he’d go easier when the time came to use them, or not. This was James she was talking about here. Or maybe, if she picked only things of pleasure, then the end result wouldn’t be so bad either. Beth sighed at that ridiculous idea too. He’d simply make her wait hours on end, hovering on the brink of orgasm, begging to cum. Oh hell, how could she choose? Somehow she knew he’d have a solution she wouldn’t care for, whatever she did.

  “Pick your choice of play things, or we up it to four a piece. I’m tired of waiting for you, Beth.”

  “Sorry, Sir. I will.”

  James sighed in exasperation. “Beth, what do I always tell you when you say you are sorry?”

  Beth made a face, furious with herself that she was managing to make him even more impatient with her. God she hated this struggle within herself that she went through every time they did this. Once she was in sub space everything was great, she knew the script, the pain was intense, a way to exquisite pleasure and release, all she had to do was obey. But until then, during the time she kept screwing up and being pissed off at herself and him, anything could happen to make her punishment worse.

  “You tell me I’m not sorry yet, but I will be very soon, Sir.

  “And do you believe me when I say that, Beth?”

  “Oh yes, Sir.”

  “Then pick your fucking implements of pain! ”

  Beth jumped, and quickly picked up the riding crop. She hated its sting, but he rarely gave her more than twenty or thirty all told with it because he never ever wanted to break her skin. The crop was wicked and raised welts the moment it was slashed across her skin, so he had to be a bit careful with it. She hoped it would be a good choice.

  That decision made, her eyes scanned the rest of the items. They had all been used on her in one form or another before, so she knew what each felt like. It wasn’t fear of the unknown here. It was what he would do with them that was in question. How many, how much, how hard, where?

  She ran her fingers over the various vibrators, skimming quickly over the large one he gleefully used in her ass when he said she’d been a very wicked girl. ‘Naughty girls get punished and fucked, Beth’. He loved telling her that as he shoved it in hard, twisting and thrusting until she cried and came. That one would stay put if she had any say on the matter. Then there was the remote control egg which he would turn on at will and then tell her she wasn’t allowed to cum. He should try not cumming when a vibrating egg was jiggling away on his sweet spot!

  There were all sorts of vibes with bumps and stimulators, nipple clamps and little clips that went on her clit. Things that felt good, oh so good, and things that felt oh so bad. And as much as she wanted to choose one of the good things, she let them be. If he thought she was out for pure pleasure, he’d call her a slut and get right down to the pain in no time flat without letting her cum for hours. Nope that wouldn’t do. Instead, in the end, to the accompaniment of more growls, made to hurry her along, her hand rested on the juicer.

  It was a curious thing that went in her bum and drove her wild, and that in part was the problem. She’d never in her life seen such a thing before James had pulled it out one night long ago. He had a trove of things she never would have even guessed the use of, if he hadn’t schooled her in them, but the juicer, the juicer had to top them all.

  It was made out of glass, and one end had a large dildo shape with a nice bulbous head, kind of fluted like a juicer for making fresh orange juice. It also had lots of little bumps for added sensation. The other end had a small crank so the person in control could turn it fast or slow inside his or her lover. The feel of it when it was all greased up, spinning away in her ass was incredible, and it made her absolutely insane. That was the problem though. It made her lose control. Absolutely, completely, turned her into a screaming banshee unable to do anything but cum and cum and cum. She had a love /hate relationship with a loss of control of that magnitude, and James knew it, on the other hand, that was why she was here wasn’t it?

  She picked it up quickly before she could change her mind. Okay, that was two things. Beth heard James clear his throat and knew she’d better hurry. Her eyes scanned the items remaining and landed on the wide leather strap. God the thing hurt like hell. Had to be five inches across and none too soft either. Made it feel as if her skin was being pealed right off her body. She’d never in her life seen such a huge strap in any store, and had asked once where it had come from, but he hadn’t told her, only smirked. On impulse, perhaps because she knew deep inside that she really needed this punishment to let go of all the things she’d been keeping bottled up inside, she picked it up and turned to him.

  “I’m ready, Sir. Here are my things. I hope you approve.”

  “Took you bloody long enough, Beth.”

  “Yes, Sir. I know I did, Sir. Please help me see the error of my ways.

  “Oh I will, Beth. I will. You’ll be seeing them real soon. Feeling them too. Now it’s my turn. But first…”

  He came forward with a wicked grin on his face, and took the glass juicer from her hand, then went to the freezer and placed it inside. Beth groaned, knowing how much harder it would be to take that thing when he decided to use it on her. It was big, and now it would be chilled as well. So much for it giving her nothing but pleasure.

  James heard her, and was on her in a flash, gripping her face in his hard hand, eyes cold as ice, daring her to make a sound, nostrils flaring as if scenting her fear and desire. The man she loved long gone, the evil one rising up to play his role to the hilt. She shivered again, at his nearness and his fury, her lip quivering in anticipation, her stomach fluttering almost uncontrollably.

  “Something to say, my little bitch?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “Damn right there isn’t. Now, as I said, my turn. Don’t move.” He circled her, looking her over head to foot, and Beth could feel his eyes upon her, judging her flesh, thinking of what he intended to do, where he wanted to inflict the most pain, where he wanted to lay the first lash.

  She did as he had commanded, standing still as stone in her collar, though her body tingled, both from knowing what was in store and from the heat of the oil he’d rubbed into her skin. She kept her eyes down cast staring at the toes of her ‘come fuck me shoes’, her legs trembling ever so slightly, waiting, waiting, dying.

  His hand trailed across her back, squeezing one ass cheek, then moved around to her front, grazing the smooth as silk skin between her hips, one finger trailing lower, just brushing the very top of her pussy lips. She knew that if he delved in between them his fingers would come away very wet, and knew also that he would chastise her for it. These games were meant to pleasure, but he always called her a slut and a whore for becoming wet and needy because of the things they did. The humiliation was part of the game. She wasn’t supposed to get wet until her Master said she could. Problem was, she always did.

  Luckily, he didn’t explore her further, though part of her longed for his touch upon her clit, but those activities would wait for later. He walked to the bed instead, and stood, arms crossed over his bare chest, ivory skin glowing in the candle light, sleek, muscular, animalistic, feral, hers.

  His hand went down and picked up the tawse with no hesitation at all, and Beth had to stifle a moan. He had a habit of using it, not just on her ass, but on her breasts and her pussy as well.
He slapped her repeatedly on her clit, not too hard but not too soft either, until it was throbbing and tingling, and her body was in a mass of confusion, then he either commanded her to cum while whipping her harder, or flung it aside and fucked her sore red cunt while she came and cried at the same time. It was heaven and hell rolled into one.

  Next he chose the solid wooden hairbrush. To Beth it was somehow erotic that at times he gently brushed her hair with the same implement that he used to turn her bum bright red. Then lastly, his hand hovered over the cane and she shut her eyes. Please no, please, no, not on top of the belt she’d chosen, but when she opened them, she saw that he had indeed picked it up.

  He turned to her then, smiling a smile that didn’t come close to reaching his evil eyes. “Now then, I’ve decided I get one more. You were a naughty girl, Beth. You made me wait far too long and for that I get a bonus pick.” She closed her eyes again. “Now, pet, don’t pout or I’ll make you pick again as well. Don’t worry, this one is for fun.” That said, he picked up a large vibrator and turned it on, its hum filling the room.

  “See, all for you, kitten.” Oh yeah, she knew it was all for her. He would torment her to no end with that thing. Fucking her over and over, bringing her to the edge repeatedly, but never allowing her to cum. Making her beg and plead and promise to do anything if only he’ll fuck her.

  “What, pet? Nothing to say?” She stood mutely, knowing full well that everything that came to mind would get her in trouble. “Very well. Are you ready, Beth?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “And you know full well the only way to stop me once we start?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Then ask me, pet. Do what I require of you, and we’ll begin.”

  He always became so damn proper right before they started. So insistent that they follow the same ritual, but who was she to argue. Beth walked to him her hips taking on a seductive sway because of her shoes, and one by one took the items he had chosen from him. She kissed them each in turn and laid them at his feet. She then did the same with hers, minus the juicer that was still in the refrigerator. When she was done, she knelt before him, head bowed and began the mantra that started every session they’d ever engaged in, knowing full well that by saying the words, she was relinquishing all control of her body and giving it over to him. His to hurt, his to fuck, his to punish, his to pleasure, however he saw fit for however long, unless of course she said her safe word, which she never had.

  “Please punish me, Sir. I know that in your hands there cannot be pleasure without first experiencing the ecstasy of pain. It is what I wish for. It will let me be free. I give myself to you now.”

  “As you wish, my sweet slut. Stand for me my little bitch and let us begin. You’ve been a bad, bad girl, Beth, and are in much need of correction. Oh this is going to be fun, isn’t it?”

  Chapter 2

  James stepped over the things Beth had so dutifully placed on the floor, ready to start their game. He inhaled, savoring the scent of her desire and fear. It was musky, palatable, a heady mix of heat and tension, nothing on earth could compare. He loved how she looked when they were poised on the brink of her discipline too. Ready to begin, knowing there was no turning back, opening up only for him, waiting in fear of the unknown.

  The way she trembled, knowing she was on edge and ready to abandon everything to him, made him hard as steel. He owned her now. She was his alone, more so in times like these, than in any other. Yes they had a special joining of their hearts, a deep relationship that transcended those of most others. To the outside world they were friends, lovers, confidants, but now, now when he was Master and she his pet, she truly became the submissive woman he desired her to be.

  He slowly circled her like a predator, eyeing her up like some fine tasty morsel. His tongue coming out, as he licked his lips. He knew what she would taste like, how her skin would feel beneath his lips and tongue, and was eager for the intermingling of tastes that were uniquely Beth. Her tears, her sweat, her juices as they flowed over her thighs, and in the end, her submission, her ultimate gift to him. All of it, along with the feel of her skin silky and hot under his hands, and the sound of her cries, would be his for this long, long night.

  "Beth." The one word was said with a low growl of possessiveness. It held the promise of pain and ecstasy, and the ultimate knowledge that she belonged to him. She shivered in response, chills racing down her spine as heat built in her belly. The sound of his feral tone always had this effect on her. This was her Master talking now, not her lover, and she embraced his wildness, welcomed it, eagerly awaited it, as she stood before him.

  He reached out and cupped a breast, holding it lightly, jiggling it, weighing it in his palm, then rubbed the nipple with his thumb until it hardened with practiced, talented fingers designed to please. When he got the response he desired, through pleasure, James changed his touch to one of pain, pinching, pulling, hurting, until she gasped, and the hard nub that was her nipple was red between his cruel fingers.

  "Pity we don’t have clamps for these." She said nothing, glad as hell that he hadn’t chosen any. "There are other ways to torture you, but still, I like the clamps. They make your little buds so rosy and sensitive. You’re putty in my hands when I put them on. The strong, unshakable Beth disappears when I hurt you here. The clamps bring tears when nothing else will."

  He was right, they did, almost instantly. Her nipples were so incredibly sensitive that any punishment of them was agony. She could take anything else. Her strength made her tough in her day to day life. She never allowed weakness, and never ever thought of losing control. It was one of the reasons she needed him and only him to play these kinds of games with. He knew her, knew what it took to break her to take her to the level she desired. To take her to that place where all her worries disappeared and she was free. But the clamps, oh when he pulled out the clamps, fear pooled in her belly and thought of freedom through pain disappeared.

  She knew where his ranting were leading, knew what he was thinking, and yet, she couldn’t hold her tongue though she knew it was suicide. She hadn't crossed over yet, not completely, and she knew it was time. All she needed was a little push.

  "Yes, Sir. It is a shame."

  James caught the sarcasm in her voice and looked up, surprised that she had dared to taunt him. It was clear that she hadn’t fully engaged in their game as of yet, had not entered the all important mind set where she needed to be. Well that would be easy to remedy.

  Quick as lightning he picked up the crop and slashed it across her breasts, back and forth, over and over, raising welts and bringing tears to her eyes, his aim hitting her nipples more often as not, just as planned. When he was through, he picked up the tawse and held one breast firmly in hand and began to give sharp little whacks up close to the nipple, making her hiss in a breath to keep from howling out her pain. When he was satisfied that her bud was indeed red enough, he switched to the other breast to deliver more of the same. Just when Beth was about to beg him to stop, when she was about to become a blubbering mess, he did, and stood back to admire his handiwork.

  "There now, pretty as summer berries. It really is a shame about the clamps. They would look so nice, and I know their bite would drive you wild. Maybe... Maybe I’ll change the rules. After all, the only rule I really have to follow is obeying your safe word."

  He wouldn’t! Oh her nipples were burning. He couldn’t change the rules now and make her wear the clamps after torturing her there so badly. Fair was fair, and he hadn’t chosen them. Beth shook her head just slightly in defiance, but James saw the movement none the less.

  "Does baby have something to say?" He could hardly believe she was still being so rebellious. She remained mute but he knew he needed to punish her anyway. "I didn’t think so, and since you have no opinion in the matter, the clamps it will be."

  "Bastard."

  "What was that, Beth?"

  Beth mulled over her choices. Deny saying such a stupid thing and
face the consequences for lying because they both knew damn well with his hearing was freakishly sharp, and he’d heard her loud and clear, or tell the truth like she was dying to anyway and pay for her insolence.

  "Bastard..., Sir."

  God she was an idiot. She closed her eyes and shook her head, waiting for the first blow. James didn't disappoint, not really, he simply took a different approach to tame his disobedient girl.

  He pounced, grabbing her roughly, one hand entangling in her hair, pulling it free from its pins, yanking back, barring her throat, the other hand delving between her legs, rubbing, rubbing, fingers thrusting in, squelching in her juices. Sliding, fucking her senseless, making her knees weak, making her melt into him, making her mewl.

  "Stupid Beth. Still so full of bravado and defiance. Well we can easily take care of that. Look at me slut. I want to watch your face as you bend to your Master’s will."

  She opened her eyes and saw he was in full game face. His eyes were molten fire, flashing with fury at her defiance. His breath came in little pants as his mouth hovered over her neck, scenting her, wanting to taste her, ready to bite deeply.

  Beth knew deep inside that he wouldn't hurt her, not really, the rational man inside, the part that was her James, would hold back, but she also knew his wicked side was unpredictable. When he was her Master, he was feral and wild. He was always in control, but used every one of her weaknesses to his advantage. Biting her on the neck, like a wolf who is making his mate submit, turned her to a quivering mess inside.

  'Take her, hurt her, force her to obey'. The wild part of him cried. James knew he was balancing on the edge, letting his darkness come close to taking hold, and he let the glorious sensations of his guttural animal wash over him, the predator reacting to the thought of the pain, the thrill, the anticipation. It would be so easy to let go, and feed his sadistic beast until it had its fill. The closeness of her calmed him just enough to save her. This was his love, his life's chosen one. He could discipline her, bring her back in line, but never, ever, truly harm her.