bob watched Mara drag on Her cigarette and inhale. he could feel his penis bobbing up and down, obviously excited by Mara's tale. The cigarette smoke drifted down into bob's face as She exhaled.
"You obviously like my story, bobby. Would you like me to use the wire reenforced split bamboo cane on your ass? The weekend's still young. I'm sure I could make time for it. And I know you'd love it!"
Mara lifted the cigarette to Her lips and continued.
"I loosened the straps behind
his knees and worked them up a few inches so his knees could bend. After
re-tightening those straps real tight, I undid the strap holding his right
ankle down. I bent his lower leg back until his heel was pressing against
his butt and secured a long strap around his thigh and ankle, making sure
that strap was also fastened real tight. Then I did the same to his left
XXXX"I took a short break to freshen my lipstick. I took my time and put on coat after coat of heavy lipstick. Then I lit a cigarette and asked him if he was ready for a little S & M. he mumbled something into the gag which I took for an enthusiastic yes. I stood there smoking my cigarette, taking one long deep drag after another in quick succession. Between drags, I drew the hot tip of the cigarette slowly across the sole of his foot. When the I had a nice long hot ash, I put the cigarette out on the sole of his foot.
XXXX"I relit the cigarette and took a couple of long deep drags, again drawing the hot tip across the sole of his foot between puffs. When I had a nice long hot ash, I put the cigarette out on his foot again. I spent over an hour finding new places on the soles of his feet to extinguish my cigarettes. he was really into S&M ... and cigarette torture ... judging by all his screaming and yelling.
XXXX"Some Women like to crush their cigarette out, grind it into a victim's flesh. That looks good, but the pain only lasts for a few seconds. It's also messy and very un-feminine. Bends the cigarette or breaks it.
XXXX"I prefer to take my time and get a nice long hot ash on the end of my cigarette. Then I slowly press the long red hot tip into the victim's flesh ... nice and slow and easy. As hot ash at the very tip of the cigarette turns to dead ash, more hot ash takes its place, as I slowly press the cigarette into my victim's soft sensitive flesh. The long hot tip takes longer to extinguish itself ... allowing the victim to suffer longer.
XXXX"I can make the pain last for twenty or thirty seconds ... sometimes longer ... and my victim is screaming his lungs out the entire time. Each burn is deeper, more severe, and much more painful. And the cigarette maintains its long smooth feminine appearance and can be re-lit several times ... to continue the torture ... before I eventually toss it aside and light another.
XXXX"The only drawback ... for the victim ... is that the burns take a long time to heal. The victim has to be very careful of infection, since I've destroyed all the protective layers of skin and flesh ... and introduced a lot of ash and tobacco into the wound. In fact, the wounds often fail to heal properly and the victim is left with ugly scars. But that's his problem ... the price he pays for all the excruciating pleasure I've given him.
XXXX"I finally got bored with the soles of his feet. I took another short break to apply fresh lipstick and get another pack of cigarettes.
XXXX"I lit a long white cigarette and took two or three drags. Each time I inhaled the smoke into my lungs, I touched the bottom of one of his toes with the hot tip of my cigarette. When I was satisfied that I had a nice long hot glowing ash on the end of my cigarette, I spread two of his toes apart and slowly rolled the hot tip up and down on the inside of one toe, then the other. I knew he liked it because he kept yelling encouragement into the gag.
XXXX"I'm always considerate of my slaves. If he liked the light burning sensation from just rolling the cigarette up and down between his toes, I knew he'd love it if I gave him even more pain. I lifted the cigarette to my lips and took several long deep drags, one after another. Between drags, I touched the bottom of a toe with the hot tip while I inhaled. Then I exhaled the smoke across the hot tip so the hot ember would glow brighter as it heated up. When I had almost an inch of glowing hot ember on the end of my cigarette, I pressed the hot tip down into the tender flesh where the toes meet his foot. he screamed and yelled his appreciation into the gag.
XXXX"When he stopped screaming, I lifted the cigarette back to my lips and re-lit it. While I built another long hot ash on the tip of my cigarette, I rolled the ash between those same two toes. Finally satisfied that the ember on the end of my cigarette was long enough and hot enough, I lowered it to the same spot down deep between his toes and gently pressed the hot tip into the blister left by the previous burn. he screamed into his gag to ask for more pain.
XXXX"When the cigarette finally extinguished itself in the soft blistered flesh, I re-lit it and worked up another hot ash. I kept re-lighting the cigarette and burning him between those two toes until I finished the cigarette.
XXXX"I lit a fresh cigarette and burned the next space between his toes. Again I pressed the hot tip of my cigarette down into the soft tender flesh until the cigarette went out. Then I re-lit the cigarette and puffed up another long red hot ash ... and burned him again in the same spot. he was an excellent victim. he screamed and yelled into his gag, but never used the safe word.
XXXX"After burning him four or five times between those two toes, I tossed the cigarette butt aside and lit a fresh cigarette so I could move to the next toes.
XXXX"I dedicated a cigarette to each of the eight spaces between his toes. It took over an hour to thoroughly burn and blister each and every tender morsel of flesh. he really loved the pain that a lit cigarette gave him because he kept yelling and begging for more. he would scream as loud as he could each time I burned him. When a cigarette finally went out, he'd tell me. he would stop screaming so I would know to re-light the cigarette and start over. What a wonderful victim."
Now more of the tale....
Mara stopped for a second and removed a cigarette from the pack. bob watched Her place the long white cigarette between Her heavily rouged lips and light it. She took a deep drag and inhaled.
Then She took another drag. bob watched Mara slowly inhale the smoke into Her lungs. he held his breath until She exhaled the cigarette smoke ... right into his face. bob took a deep breath. Mara smiled as She continued.
"After all those hours of nonstop
B&D, S&M, and rough sex, I was horny as hell. I removed his gag
and asked how he'd liked it so far.
XXXX"he told me this was the greatest experience of his life. he always wanted to be my slave ... always ... even after our first session was over. he'd come back every chance he got. But could he rest a while? his butt ... his legs ... his feet really hurt. Maybe he could try some of that oral worship I'd mentioned. he offered to use his tongue to give me pleasure ... anywhere I wanted. he wanted to thank me for all the pleasure I'd given him ... while he recuperated.
XXXX"I was ready for some tongue in my wet pussy. Guess that's why I believed the lying bastard. Besides, I could use a break too. Beating someone for three or four straight hours takes a lot of energy. And I wanted his swollen butt to recover a little ... so he'd feel more pain later when I brought out my vicious bull whips ... and the nastier straps and paddles ... the ones with holes ... which would blister his ass.
XXXX"I released his hands and feet from the bondage and unbuckled the straps which had rigidly held his body to the bench.
XXXX"he slowly backed away from the bondage bench. he hobbled around trying to get his balance. I guess those cigarette burns on the soles of his feet and between his toes made it hard to stand. Finally, he managed to turn around and face me.
XXXX"That's when he attacked me. Actually landed a punch before I knocked him flat on his ass. The ass-hole found out I'm a lot stronger than I look.
XXXX"Once I had him on the ground, I began kicking him ... as hard as I could. I wanted to hurt the fucking bastard. Hurt him for hitting me. Nobody hits me ... nobody! Certainly not some worthless, sniveling, little scum-bag!"
XXXX"he kept rolling around on the floor, twisting and turning, trying to avoid my boots. I kept kicking him. But I just couldn't hurt him enough, what with him moving around like that. I wanted to inflict some real damage! But I kept missing those vulnerable spots ... the ones I was aiming for ... the ones I desperately wanted to pulverize.
XXXX"I kicked at his nuts. That's when he made his big mistake. The fool rolled up in a ball ... on his side ... to protect his precious privates. he bent over, brought his knees up, and covered his balls with both hands."
XXXX"I finally had my chance and took it. I kicked him in the head ... once, twice, three times. Kept kicking at his head until I knocked him unconscious.
XXXX"Now his ass was mine. I went for the stun gun that I keep for protection ... the one that sends 200,000 volts into an aggressor. I grabbed it and ran back to the miserable little coward. I was just in time.
XXXX"The bastard was on his knees, slowly trying to lift himself off the floor. his back was to me. I moved in, as fast and as quiet as I could, and jabbed the stun gun into his back. I pressed the button down like my life depended on it. held that button down until his legs crumbled. he was on the ground again, just like they advertise. I pounced on him. Sat on his thighs and jammed that stun gun into his back. I must have held the button down for almost a minute. I was sure he'd stay unconscious after that. But I gave him another 200,000 volts of electricity ... and another. Just to be sure.
XXXX"I moved fast ... took advantage of my opportunity. I went to my supply cabinet and grabbed some twine and rope ... and a bunch of turnbuckles. I got back to him ... before he could recover. I pressed the stun gun into his back and gave him another long jolt. Then another 200,000 volts. I wanted to be sure he didn't come around before I was ready."
bob couldn't take his eyes off Mara as he listened to Her tale. he watched Mara drag on Her cigarette and inhale. The smoke from Her cigarette drifted into his face as She continued.
"I began tying twine around his
fingers ... real tight ... above the big knuckles closest to his palms.
I pulled the twine as tight as I could until it was imbedded deep in his
flesh. I didn't want the twine slipping off when he struggled ... and he
would be struggling frantically before I was done with him. I left just
enough room between the twine and his hands for the ropes. I knew just
how I wanted him ... stretched out and helplessly vulnerable. Then I'd
teach him a lesson he'd never forget.
XXXX"The twine took some time. I kept stopping to zap him with the stun gun ... just to make sure he didn't come to and interrupt me.
XXXX"I threaded ropes through the spaces I'd left on each hand ... above the twine. Then I gave him one last zap with the stun gun and flipped him over on his back. I tied the three ropes from his right hand to large turnbuckles and clipped the turnbuckles to eye-hooks which were firmly imbedded in the wall at various places. Then I did the same with the ropes threaded through the fingers on his left hand.
XXXX"I went back and zapped him again. Then I tied ropes around his ankles and tossed the ropes to the opposite walls. I was almost done ... just a few more minutes and he'd be one sorry son of a bitch. I shoved the stun gun in his chest and pressed the button. his body convulsed, but he was out of it.
Mara smiled as She took a drag on Her cigarette. As She inhaled, She tossed the butt into the toilet. She looked into bob's eyes and smiled. Then She exhaled the cigarette smoke into bob's face.
"I walked over to the wall and
tied the rope from his right ankle to a turnbuckle. Then I clipped the
turnbuckle to another eye-hook. I crossed to the opposite wall and did
the same thing to the rope from his left ankle."
XXXX"The little shit was almost ready. I grabbed an open-end wrench and tightened the four turnbuckles on one wall. Then I crossed to the other wall and tightened those turnbuckles. I could have stretched him until his joints separated. I could have pulled his arms and legs right out of their sockets. But I just wanted him stretched real taut ... so he couldn't move ... when I punished him ... for hitting me.
bob watched Mara light a long white Eve 120mm cigarette. She took a deep drag and inhaled. bob watched the cigarette smoke drift from Her dark brown lips.
"I walked over to the little ass-hole
and gave him a nudge with the toe of my boot. The bastard was still out
cold. I'd have to wait until he came around. No use hurting someone who
can't feel pain.
XXXX"I went to the bathroom and removed the mask I'd worn for effect ... and to hide my identity ... during the scene. I looked in the mirror. There was a small bruise where the bastard punched me. The black leather mask must have absorbed some of the force from his punch. Or maybe the weakling couldn't hit very hard. No matter. I'd make him pay for that bruise!"
XXXX"I applied fresh lipstick and began making preparations for the big moment ... the moment he finally regained consciousness and could appreciate the things I would do to him ... for hitting me.
XXXX"I changed boots. I selected the meanest pair of boots I had. Boots with thick platform soles, steel reinforced pointed toes, and seven inch stiletto heels of vicious tapered chrome plated steel."
XXXX"I got a bottle of bourbon, some ice, and a glass. Bourbon has a strange effect on me ... makes me mean. I remember thinking a couple of bourbons would fit my mood nicely ... make me meaner than hell. Then I pulled up a chair next to him and waited. I sat there drinking and smoking as I watched him. I studied his naked body. Thought of the things I would do to him ... to make him suffer.
XXXX"When I finished a cigarette, I crushed it out on his chest or stomach ... just to see if he was awake enough to feel pain."
bob couldn't take his eyes off Mara as he listened to Her story. he had discovered how cruel and merciless Mara could be during last night's session. The B&D and S&M that she'd described in Her story sounded awfully severe. The young man sure got more than he bargained for. Apparently, Mara doesn't always believe in consensual S&M. I wonder what She did when the poor guy when he woke up.
Mara leaned forward and grabbed bob's chin between Her fingers and thumb. She held his chin in a vice-like grip and lifted bob's head. bob's eyes stared into Hers. bob watched Mara's other hand place the cigarette between Her dark brown lips. She took a long deliberate drag on Her cigarette and inhaled. bob waited. A long stream of cigarette smoke flowed from Mara's lips into his face.
"While I sat there, I remembered
that I was supposed to go out with a friend the next evening. We had a
date to go hunting. Dressed to kill in our leathers and spikes, we'd look
for some little twerp, lure him to our dungeon, and have some fun with
XXXX"But I already had a twerp. And I intended to have lots of fun with this one. I didn't need to waste my time looking for another.
XXXX"So I called my friend while I waited for my prisoner to wake up. I explained the situation. She wanted all the details. When I told Her what I intended to do once he was conscious, She asked to join in the fun."
XXXX"I asked Her to make a couple of stops on Her way over ... pick up a few items we'd need in the next few days ... cigarettes, long thin cigars, long wooden matches, rechargeable 9-volt batteries, a couple of battery chargers, copper wire, extension cords, rheostats ... that sort of thing.
XXXX"She said She already had most of the things I needed ... promised to get everything else on Her way over. She'd also bring a few other items She thought might be useful. But I had to promise not to start until She got to my place.
bob had watched the ash on Mara's cigarette get longer and longer as She continued Her story. She paused.
"Open your mouth, bobbie."
Obediently, bob opened his mouth. Mara flicked the long cigarette ash into his waiting mouth.
"I sat there watching the little
ass-hole while I waited for my friend. About an hour later, the ass-hole's
eyes flickered open, then closed again. I watched his fingers move ...
then his toes. his body shifted a little ... hardly more than a twitch,
bound as he was.
XXXX"I took a couple of long slow drags on my cigarette as I watched him. Finally, I leaned forward and touched the hot tip of my cigarette to one of his nipples.
XXXX"his eyes opened with a jolt. A groan escaped his lips. I slowly pressed the cigarette into his nipple. he groaned a little louder. I continued pressing the long red hot ash into his nipple. he screamed. his fingers and toes moved frantically as he tried to get up. he kept screaming. I pressed the cigarette down further into his nipple. Finally, he stopped screaming. My cigarette had gone out."
XXXX"Reality was slowly coming back to him. he cursed at me. Called me every nasty, filthy name he could think of. he demanded to know why he was tied up ... what did I think I was doing. he ordered me to untie him.
XXXX"I poured another bourbon and lit a cigarette. I listened to him rant and rave, watched him try to move. he was staring at me ... fire in his eyes. he told me I was in deep shit for what I'd done. he'd call the police ... have me arrested. They'd lock me up with all the other whores and dykes. he screamed that I was going to be one sorry bitch when he was done with me.
XXXX"I figured he was awake enough to get started ... judging by his rapidly increasing command of the English language. I took a couple of long deep drags on my cigarette as I continued to listen to his ravings. Then I leaned forward and pressed the long hot ash into his nipple ... the same one I'd burned a few minutes earlier. When he stopped screaming, I tossed the cigarette aside and lit a fresh one.
XXXX"I'd promised to wait for my friend. I'd keep my promise. But I knew She wouldn't mind if I had a little fun while I waited. Besides, I'd already burned him during our S & M session ... a few more cigarette burns wouldn't matter.
XXXX"Cigarettes make such a small wound in relation to the pain inflicted. There would still be plenty of flesh left to torture after She arrived. And we could always burn him on the same spot more than once.
XXXX"So I sat there and enjoyed my cigarette, burning his chest and stomach between drags. I like to burn a victim while I inhale ... adds to my enjoyment of the cigarette. And I always enjoy a cigarette more when I can share it with someone.
XXXX"When a cigarette was almost finished, I took a few last deep drags and pressed the cigarette into his flesh ... until he stopped screaming. That's what I love about human ashtrays. Human ashtrays tell you when your cigarette is out ... because they stop screaming."
Mara studied Her cigarette. It was less than half its original luxuriously feminine 120mm length. She took one last drag and inhaled the delicious cigarette smoke into Her lungs.
bob waited. he slowly let his breath out as Mara leaned forward. bob took a deep breath as Mara exhaled a thick cloud of cigarette smoke into his face. Mara smiled.
"Open your mouth, bobbie. Stick out your tongue!"
bob quickly obeyed. After listening to Mara's vicious story, he didn't plan to do anything that might piss Her off.
The fingers on Mara's right hand held what was left of Her cigarette. Smoke still drifted up from the hot ember. bob watched the cigarette slowly advance toward his face. bob began to tremble. he wondered what Mara planned to do with the lit cigarette. he didn't have long to wait.
Mara held the cigarette above bob's tongue and flicked the ash off the tip. The ash fell onto his tongue. bob held his tongue perfectly still as he waited. Mara smiled down at bob and touched the hot tip against his tongue. She poked and prodded bob's tongue with the glowing ember.
Finally, Mara stubbed the burning cigarette into his tongue until the cigarette was extinguished. bob grimaced as he tried to use his teeth to scrape the ash and burnt tobacco off his tongue.
Mara tossed the cigarette butt into the toilet. She smiled at bob.
As bob obediently swallowed the awful tasting burnt tobacco and cigarette ash, he listened to Mara continue Her story.
"My friend finally arrived about
two hours later. I opened the garage door so She could park in the second
stall. There would be no car outside to advertise that I had overnight
XXXX"She looked at my face as soon as She walked in ... asked where the bastard had hit me. I pointed to the small bruise on my left cheek. She said it didn't look too bad ... should be fine by tomorrow. The bruise would heal long before he did.
XXXX "She told me that's what I got for hunting solo. This would never have happened if we had gone hunting together. The little coward would have thought twice before he attacked two Women. he deserved to suffer even more for what he'd done ... attacking a poor defenseless Woman ... a Woman who was all alone with no one to protect Her. There was nothing She hated more than miserable cowards who beat up Women.
XXXX"We brought in the supplies and some toys she'd brought along. She even had two video cameras with Her."
bob's ears perked up when he heard the magic words. Oh, god! Did Mara make a video tape of what She did to the poor fool. Will She let me watch the tape? Maybe she'll even let me have a copy.
bob watched Mara with new interest as She dragged on Her cigarette. The smoke poured from Her heavily rouged mouth as She exhaled the cigarette smoke into his face.
"We walked into my dungeon. The
bastard began yelling as soon as we entered the room. Same old shit I'd
heard earlier. I was tired of his tirade so I grabbed the gag and told
him to open his mouth. he resisted at first ... tossed his head back and
forth, kept his teeth clamped tight. But my friend took a vice-grip pliers
from Her toy bag and clamped the jaws on his nose until he stopped moving
his head and opened his mouth to breath. I forced the ball-gag down into
his mouth. Then I secured the straps behind his head ... pulled the straps
very tight ... making sure the straps bit cruelly into the corners of his
bruised mouth ... while She continued to viciously squeeze his nose with
the vice-grip pliers.
XXXX"My friend noticed my video camera standing on its tripod, pointed at the spanking bench. She asked if I'd caught the earlier action on tape. I explained that the little twerp had asked me to film the session ... wanted some memories of his first experience with rough sex.
XXXX"I showed Her the black leather executioner's style mask I'd worn. I put the mask on and showed it off for Her. The mask covered the top and back of my head. In front, it covered my forehead and the top of my nose, with holes for the eyes. It covered my cheeks but left the mouth open. You could see my eyes and mouth, but nothing else."
XXXX"My friend reached into Her toy bag, pulled out an identical mask, and slipped it over Her head. We walked to a nearby mirror and studied our reflections. The black leather masks added a bit of drama, mystery, and medieval terror to our appearance. We agreed to wear the masks during the remainder of his punishment.
XXXX"My friend studied the unusual bondage for a moment. She complimented me and said it was perfect for what I planned. She couldn't wait to watch me punish him, but wanted to set up the video cameras first. With three cameras, we could cover the action from just about every possible angle. She volunteered to operate the cameras. She'd move from camera to camera as required ... so I could do my thing without interruption."
bob couldn't believe his luck. Mara did make video tapes of what She did to the man!
"When we were done setting up
the cameras, I walked over and removed his gag. I wanted to hear his screams
when I punished him. he began yelling again as soon as the gag was removed.
Told me how sorry we'd be ... the other bitch was an accomplice ... if
She didn't let him go immediately ... or call the police. he described
in vivid detail what he'd do to us when he got free ... the trouble he'd
cause us ... what the dykes in prison would do to us ... all that bull-shit."
XXXX"he sure was stupid. Threatening two Women when he was all tied up ... completely at their mercy. Guess it hadn't dawned on him that things were going to get real nasty, real soon. he was as dumb as pricks come ... thought we would release him ... eventually ... and he'd have his chance to get even. I knew then that his prick was bigger than his brain.
XXXX"I stood over him. As I towered above him, I moved my boot heel above the pinky finger on his right hand and stepped down, trapping the tip of his finger under my stiletto heel. he cursed me and yelled that I was stepping on his hand ... hurting him. he told me to get the fuck off his finger ... get away from him."
XXXX"I took a drag on my cigarette and looked down into his eyes as I slowly increased the pressure on his finger. his moans and groans quickly turned to screams as I pressed down harder on the stiletto heel. With each drag on my cigarette, I increased the pressure on his fingertip a little more. he was really screaming now. The pain must have been excruciating ... because he stopped yelling and cursing. he was too busy screaming.
XXXX"I guess I lost track of time because, when I looked at my cigarette, it was just about finished. I had been pressing down on his pinky for what must have been five or six, maybe seven minutes. I lifted my heel and looked at his finger. It was bruised and swollen.
XXXX"I dropped the cigarette butt on his chest and ground it out under the sole of my boot. I lit another cigarette and went back to work on his finger. I pinned the palm of his hand to the floor with one heel and then stepped down on the tip of his finger with the other seven inch stiletto heel. I used my calf and thigh muscles to press the tapered steel heel down into his fingertip. As I smoked my cigarette, I glared down into his eyes and began grinding the heel into his fingertip.
XXXX"The terrified look in his eyes told me he was getting the message ... finally. I eased up on the pressure, but kept his finger trapped under the stiletto heel. he began to beg. Promised he wouldn't say anything if I let him go. he'd forget the whole thing. No one would ever know. he wouldn't tell the police. I'd be safe. he pleaded for mercy ... begged me to stop hurting him ... pleaded with me to stop stepping on his finger."
XXXX"I responded to his pleas for mercy. I slammed the stiletto heel down into his fingertip. I heard the bone splinter.
XXXX"he was crying now ... and begging ... and screaming. I lifted my boot and slammed the stiletto heel down into his fingertip again ... as hard as I could. I kept lifting my boot and slamming the stiletto heel down ... as hard as I could ... over and over ... again and again. I missed his finger a few times and hit the floor with my heel, but I connected enough times to reduce his fingertip to bloody pulp.
XXXX"I felt the wetness between my legs. Hurting him was like an aphrodisiac. My cigarette was almost out so I tossed the still burning butt on his chest and lit another.
XXXX"I slammed the heel down on his fingertip until the long slim cigarette was down to less than half its original 120mm length ... too short to look feminine. I leaned down and pressed the cigarette into his nipple ... the one I'd burned earlier. As he continued screaming, I tossed the cigarette butt into his mouth. Then I took a break ... and waited for his screams to stop."
bob couldn't believe his ears. Had Mara really pounded Her stiletto heel into the man's finger ... until She destroyed it?
"My friend left the cameras running
while She poured us both a drink. We each had a cigarette while we sipped
our drinks and waited for our victim to recover a bit ... for his next
ordeal. When he began whining, we knew he'd recovered enough to appreciate
more pain. We listened to him beg for mercy while we smoked our cigarettes
and finished our drinks. he promised to keep quiet if we let him go. I
think he was beginning to realize the seriousness of his situation ...
because he sounded very sincere.
XXXX"I told my friend how he had lied before ... telling me how much he had enjoyed his first B&D session ... just before he attacked me ... just before he punched me.
XXXX"My friend said she'd take him back to Her place and continue his punishment ... if I had any intentions of stopping. I replied that nothing he said or did would stop me. This was too good an opportunity to waste by showing the sniveling little shit-head mercy.
XXXX"I got up and walked over to him. I stared down at him and savored the fear in his eyes. he began to whine again. Begged me for mercy.
XXXX"I positioned my stiletto heel over his knuckle just above the fingertip ... the one I had reduced to bloody pulp. I pressed my heel down on the joint. That brought some moans from his lips ... so I pressed down harder on the heel. he begged. I lifted up on the heel a bit ... and slammed the heel down. he screamed. I slammed the stiletto heel into his knuckle again. Another scream. I lifted my foot high up into the air ... and slammed down on his finger with all my strength.
XXXX"I began doing an Irish jig on his knuckle ... lifting my boot up until it was knee high ... and slamming the heel down ... again and again. Soon I heard the sound of bone breaking. I kept pulverizing his knuckle with my stiletto heel until the joint was mush."
bob's erection had gotten harder and harder as he listened to Mara tell Her story. he watched Mara lift the long white cigarette to Her lips. She slowly pulled smoke into Her mouth. Mara smiled down at bob as She opened Her mouth and let him see the thick smoke.
bob watched the cigarette smoke disappear as Mara inhaled. bob's penis throbbed as he waited. his patience was rewarded with a thick cloud of cigarette smoke as Mara exhaled the smoke into his face.
"I left the rest of his pinky
finger alone. his other knuckle was holding the twine and rope ... and
I liked the unique bondage. When his screams subsided, I turned my attention
to his ring finger. I pinned his palm to the floor with my stiletto heel
and pushed my other heel down into his fingertip.
XXXX"I took a drag on my cigarette and looked down at him. I could see the terror in his eyes as he realized that I wasn't stopping. Destroying his little finger was just the beginning. I watched his eyes look up into mine. I think he was looking for any sign of mercy or weakness. I gave him a cold hard stare as I took a drag on my cigarette. I continued to stare down into his eyes as I inhaled. Then I increased the pressure on his finger as I exhaled cigarette smoke down into his face.
XXXX"he began to cry. he pleaded with me. Told me how sorry he was. he shouldn't have hit me. he begged for my forgiveness. Hadn't I hurt him enough? Didn't I think he had suffered enough ... suffered enough for one little indiscretion? he sure could whine ... when the tables were turned ... a typical bully.
XXXX"I took a drag on my cigarette and smiled down at him as I inhaled. I rocked back and forth on the stiletto heel as I slowly blew cigarette smoke down into his face. he whimpered ... then screamed ... as I put more pressure on the stiletto heel.
XXXX"Suddenly, my body shuddered. The most fantastic orgasm had swept through my insides. The orgasm was totally spontaneous ... brought on solely by my cruelty. As I continued to rock back and forth on my stiletto heel, I reached between my legs with my left hand and fingered my pussy. My right hand held the cigarette to my lips as I took one long deep drag after another, savoring the pleasure known only to a few sadistic Women. My orgasms are so much more intense when I can listen to a slave screaming ... screaming from the pain I'm inflicting.
XXXX"I began grinding my stiletto heel into his finger as the orgasm got more and more violent. When we watched the tape later, my friend said that I was shaking from the orgasm's intensity but my stiletto heel never once lost contact with his fingertip. I was concentrating so much on the pain I was inflicting and the violent orgasm that was racking my body that I didn't notice Her re-focusing the cameras ... one on my face ... one on my pussy ... the other still in close-up on my stiletto heel crushing his fingertip.
XXXX"I was still in the throes of the frenzied orgasm when I began stomping down on the bastard's fingertip. My friend lit a cigarette and handed it to me. I'd smoked the other one down almost to the filter.
XXXX"Finally, the orgasm subsided. I slid my heel an inch along his finger and pressed the stiletto down sharply into his knuckle. he thanked me with more screams. The orgasm hadn't lessened my urge to hurt him. Soon I was chipping away at the knuckle, listening for the sound of bone breaking. I slammed my heel down as hard as I could ... again and again. his screams must have drowned out the sound when the bone splintered and broke ... because the joint was smashed when I looked down to toss my cigarette butt on his chest.
XXXX"I turned my sadistic anger to his third finger. I pressed my heel down into the fingertip, gently at first so he'd have a chance to recover from the destruction of his ring finger. I dragged on my cigarette and looked down into his frightened eyes. his eyes and facial expression would tell me when he was ready for more pain. I smoked my cigarette and blew smoke into his face while I waited.
XXXX"When he was ready for more pain, I began pressing harder and harder into his fingertip until I heard him scream. I put more and more weight behind the heel ... used my thigh and calf muscles ... listened to his screams get louder and louder. his screams urged me on ... made me more and more vicious. Damn! I wanted to hurt him. I twisted my heel back and forth, grinding the vicious tapered seven inch stiletto heel into his fingertip. Another orgasm shook me as I listened to his screams. I began chipping away at his fingertip. I wanted to hear the sound of bone as it splintered. I slammed my heel down ... over and over ... until the tip was smashed ... crushed ... bleeding.
XXXX"My orgasm got more and more violent as I continued to hurt him. I couldn't stop ... wouldn't stop ... until my orgasm subsided. I turned my attention to his knuckle ... pressed my heel down into the joint ... rocked the heel back and forth ... ground my heel into his knuckle ... chipped at it ... slammed my heel down on it ... pulverized it ... until the knuckle was destroyed like the other two.
XXXX"I took a break. My friend brought drinks and lit my cigarette while I relaxed. The adrenalin stopped flowing and I crashed ... exhausted from the orgasms and torture. I asked if she'd like to do his other hand. She was ecstatic. She asked about his index finger and thumb. I told Her we'd do his index fingers together ... at the same time ... a little double domination ... two tortures at once ... after She had Her fun with the three fingers on his left hand. We'd leave his thumbs intact. I had plans for his thumbs ... they made excellent appendages for bondage.
XXXX"My friend had ideas of Her own. She wanted to redo the bondage ... flip his left hand over ... so his fingernails pointed up. She said She wanted to press Her stiletto heel down into his fingernails. She didn't know if it would cause him more pain, but She thought she'd get more sadistic enjoyment that way.
XXXX"We discussed how to change his bondage. his legs and right hand would still be bound. How much trouble could he cause two Women with only his left arm free? She said She had an idea ... something that would put him between a rock and a hard place ... give him a choice between two different types of pain.
XXXX"I moved to the cameras, made sure there was enough tape left in each, and adjusted the focus one by one. I didn't want to miss a single moment ... of what She had planned for him ... especially if he tried something.
XXXX"My friend lit a cigarette and grabbed my stun gun. She sat on his chest and shoved the stun gun against his face ... a prong pressed against each eyeball. She told him to lie very still. She said I would be changing his bondage. his left hand would be free for several minutes. She would press the button on the stun gun if he moved his left hand ... moved a muscle anywhere. She would send 200,000 volts into his eyes if he so much as blinked.
XXXX"My friend sat on his chest ... smoking Her cigarette ... blowing smoke into his eyes ... taunting him. She told him to try something. She wanted to fry his eyes ... see the effect of 200,000 volts on his eyeballs. She asked if he felt lucky. Did he think he could hit Her ... knock the stun gun out of Her hand ... toss Her off him ... before She pressed the button ... before She sent 200,000 excruciating volts into his eyeballs.
XXXX"She leaned forward, Her face inches from his. She took deep drags on Her cigarette ... and blew the cigarette smoke into his wide open, unblinking eyes. The smoke irritated his eyes. Tears began running down his cheeks. She laughed at him ... told him how much more effective the stun gun would be ... because of his tears. The tears would conduct the electricity ... make the stun gun much more effective.
XXXX"I loosened the turnbuckles and freed them from their eye-hooks. I walked back and flipped his hand over. My friend could have flipped his hand, but I wanted to see his eyes ... see the fear ... see the terror ... see the stun gun pressed against his eyeballs. I hoped he would try something while I stood there watching.
XXXX"The ass-hole never moved ... never said a word ... never even blinked. My friend terrified him ... scared the shit out of him. I walked back to the wall and refastened the turnbuckles. Then I tightened them with the wrench."
bob tried to imagine what it would be like to be zapped on the eyeballs by a stun gun. he shivered. I sure don't want to try it ... but I sure would like to watch some male tortured on the eyeballs with a stun gun. Oh, yeah! That would be fantastic!
Mara poked the lighted tip of Her cigarette into bob's nipple.
"Are you daydreaming, bobby? Don't you like my story?"
bob suddenly realized his mind had wandered. Thoughts of a tall, tough-looking, leather-clad, sadistic Woman pressing a stun gun into a man's eyes had been too much for him. he quickly looked up at Mara.
"You're story is fantastic, Mistress. I was just thinking about your friend poking the stun gun into the man's eyes. he must have been terrified."
Mara picked up the stun gun and looked down into bob's eyes. She took a long drag and savored the smoke. Then She leaned down. Her lips were just inches from bob's as She exhaled the cigarette smoke into his open waiting mouth.
"We could do that, bobbie. Would you like that? I know I would!"
Mara held the stun gun in front of bob's eyes.
"Would you like me to press these prongs into your eyes ... give you a couple of zaps?"
Mara took another drag. She smiled down at bob. Then She did a very long slow sexy inhale. Mara nibbled bob's earlobe as She blew the warm smoke into his ear. Her voice was throaty, charged with sexual tension, as She whispered.
"The pain will be exquisite, bobbie. Think of it. Imagine the pain. Have you ever tried anything that severe before, bobbie? This could be the highlight of your life. I could even set up my camera. Then you could watch your torture again and again ... remember the pain ... relive it ... as often as you wanted. And we could make a fortune selling copies of the video. Then you'd be famous. Sadistic Women from all over the world would beg you to let them torture you."
bob was trembling.
"No thank you, Mistress. What you did to me last night with that stun gun was more than enough. The pain in my penis was excruciating. I'd rather watch you and your friend torture someone else with that stun gun ... especially on the eyeballs."
"Think about it, bobbie. We have lots of time. Maybe you'll change your mind."
Mara took another drag on Her cigarette. She slowly tapped the cigarette against bob's penis as She inhaled. bob tried to hold his body still as he felt the heat and pain on his sensitive flesh. Smiling, Mara exhaled the smoke into bob's face.
"I returned to the cameras after
tightening the turnbuckles. My friend lit a fresh cigarette and stood up.
She's very tall -- well over six foot without shoes. She always looks intimidating,
but She must have appeared especially frightening tonight in Her outrageous
eight inch stiletto heeled black leather boots that covered every inch
of Her long legs, all the way up to Her crotch. The leather on the outside
of each boot leg went all the way up to Her hips and ended in a belt loop.
A four inch wide black leather belt with a huge black metal buckle fashioned
to look like a black widow spider finished off Her boots.
XXXX"Imagine the terror the little wimp must have felt as he stared up at Her from the floor ... an unbelievably tall, mean-looking Amazon wearing a black leather executioner's mask, a studded black leather motor cycle jacket adorned with shiny chromed steel handcuffs and leg-cuffs, and those outrageous boots. My friend even wore spiked knuckle guards on each hand ... seven vicious one inch long pointed spikes of chromed steel mounted on black leather triangular shaped straps that looped over the middle finger of each hand and fastened around Her wrists. I've seen Her destroy a man's face by back-handing him over and over until his teeth were chipped and broken and the rest of his face was battered, bruised, bloody, and broken.
XXXX"She towered over him as She stood there smoking Her long brown cigarette, snarling, flicking cigarette ashes down on his chest. She pressed the toe of one boot down on his hand, trapping his fingers under the thick rough spiked rubber sole. She began reciting Her version of a nursery rhyme.
Eeney, meany, miney, moe,
catch his fingers with my toe.
Tap his fingers with my heel,
if he hollers, make him squeal.
"As She recited each word of the rhyme, She
tapped down on one of his fingernails with the vicious sharp eight inch
stiletto heel of Her other boot. The viciously tapered heel tapped down
on one fingernail, then another. First his pinky, then his ring finger,
then his second finger, then back to his ring finger, and his pinky. Back
and forth, She tapped down on his fingernails ... lightly at first, then
with a bit more force with each pass of the vicious heel. She moved Her
stiletto heel back and forth, tapping the heel down on one fingernail,
then another. She wasn't tapping very hard ... just playing with him ...
XXXX"She taunted him ... asked which finger he wanted to lose ... to Her beautiful long tapered steel stilettos. The poor little wimp was terrified ... didn't know what to do ... couldn't decide. he begged for mercy.
XXXX"My friend took another long deep drag on Her cigarette and made a big show of inhaling the smoke and flicking the ash in his eyes.
XXXX"She took another deep drag on Her kinky long brown cigarette and told him he'd get fucking mercy ... Her mercy. She snarled down at him ... told him to choose a fucking finger. She would give that fucking finger more pain than he could ever imagine. his other two fingers might survive. Which finger would be the scapegoat? It was his decision.
XXXX"Waiting for his response, She smoked Her long brown cigarette and repeated the nursery rhyme, tapping on a fingernail as She said each word of the poem. Each tap was harder than the last. Finally, he shrieked as Her stiletto heel struck down viciously on the fingernail of his ring finger. Smiling evilly, She took a long deep drag on Her long brown cigarette and blew the cigarette smoke down into his face.
XXXX"She hissed at him as She announced that his time was up. Since he hadn't given Her an answer before he screamed, She would make the decision for him. She laughed as She told him that all three fingers would suffer ... not just one. he could have saved two of his fingers but now those two fingers could blame his hesitation for the pain each finger would receive.
XXXX"She took a deep drag on Her cigarette and stepped down hard on the back of his left hand with the sole of Her boot. The tops of his fingers were trapped ... couldn't move ... under the hard spiked rubber sole. Then She drove the stiletto heel of Her other boot viciously down into the nail of his ring finger. Oh! Did he scream! There was no playful beginning to the torture ... no slowly increasing intensity. Just immediate incredible excruciating pain.
XXXX"My friend smiled down at him and exhaled the cigarette smoke down toward his face. She slammed the heel down into his second finger. he screamed again. She lifted the heel a few inches and spiked the pointed heel down sharply into the fingernail of his pinky. he screamed louder than before ... if that was possible.
XXXX"She drove Her stiletto heel sharply down into each fingernail again, then again, and again. his screams were almost continuous, coming one right after another. he hardly had time to take a breath before She slammed Her stiletto heel down into a fingernail and the next ear-piercing scream tore from his throat.
XXXX"When Her cigarette was finished, She told him to open his mouth. The little fool kept his mouth tightly closed. She drove Her stiletto heel viciously down into a fingernail and dropped the cigarette butt into his wide-open mouth when he screamed in agony. he gagged and choked as the cigarette butt lodged in the back of his mouth. She snarled at him, 'Chew it!' I don't think disobeying my friend even crossed the terrified wimp's mind.
XXXX"My friend looked down at the fingernail She had just viciously stomped down on as he obediently chewed the cigarette butt. The sharp stiletto heel had pierced the nail on his ring finger and lodged deep in the flesh, where the tip of Her heel scraped against the bone. She carefully pulled up on the stiletto heel. The wimp screamed as the bloody fingernail popped off his finger. The nail was clinging to the heel.
XXXX"My friend was furious. She screamed at him, 'You fucking fool! See what you made me do! Because of your disobedience! Your fingernail isn't supposed to pop off! It's supposed to stay on your finger until I pound the fucking pieces into your fucking flesh! Now I'll have to stop and glue your fucking nail to your fucking finger! Next time I tell you to open your fucking mouth, open it! Or I'll smash your fucking teeth with these fucking eight inch spikes! Now swallow the fucking cigarette butt! And don't throw up! If you do, my friend will feed you your vomit while I pound on your nuts with these heels!
XXXX"Watching his facial expressions as he swallowed the chewed-up butt was a scream. The little wimp began to choke. But he somehow managed to keep the cigarette butt down. Funny how men will do almost anything to keep their ugly little balls.
XXXX"She began stomping down on his three fingers while I went to get some glue. I could hear Her heel slamming into his fingers and his ear-piercing screams all the way in the kitchen.
XXXX"My friend took a short break and lit a fresh cigarette while I glued the loose nail back on his finger. As soon as I was done, She began stomping Her stiletto heel down into his fingernails again. When Her cigarette was finished, She tossed the butt in his wide-open screaming mouth. She held two fingers up to Her mouth, signaling for another smoke. I lit one of Her long brown cigarettes and passed it to Her. She took the cigarette and lifted it to Her heavily rouged dark red lips. My friend didn't miss a beat as She continued to spike Her stiletto heel down into one fingernail, then another.
XXXX"I couldn't see any pattern to Her vicious blows. Her stiletto heel moved back and forth from finger to finger as She lifted Her leg and slammed the stiletto heel down with all Her strength. Whichever fingernail was under Her heel when She slammed it down got the pain. My friend had great eye and foot coordination. I don't think She ever missed hitting one of his fingernails.
XXXX"The ass-hole must have screamed at the top of his lungs for over an hour. he passed out once, but my friend told me to forget the cameras and hold a vial of smelling salts under his nose until She was finished. he didn't pass out any more after that. I enjoyed the chance to do my friend that little service. I was closer to his fingers and had a close-up view of their excruciatingly painful destruction.
XXXX"his fingernails had long since been pounded down into the bloody pulps that had once been his fingers. When his fingernails were gone, my friend continued slamming Her stiletto heel down into the bloody flesh and smashed bones from his fingertips to the first knuckle. Then She concentrated on just the knuckles. She lifted Her leg and drove Her stiletto heel down as hard as She could into one of his knuckles, again and again, until the knuckle was smashed, crushed, and bleeding. Then She turned Her attention to his next finger and destroyed that knuckle. Finally, She pulverized the knuckle on his pinky finger. She didn't even stop to light fresh cigarettes. When She tossed a cigarette butt down into his screaming mouth, I passed Her another long brown cigarette after lighting it.
XXXX"Finally, my friend stopped. There wasn't much left of his fingertips. She had destroyed each of his three fingers from the tip to the first joint."
bob was staring up at Mara. he couldn't believe that two Woman could inflict that much pain. Stomping a man's fingers with stiletto heels! That must hurt like hell.
bob shivered. he knew some Women could be cruel ... enjoyed being cruel ... got off on cruelty. Rhonda was cruel ... very cruel. hell, he had thought that Rhonda was about the cruelest Woman he'd ever met. And there were those evil Women in the videos.
he tried to imagine what Mara's friend looked like. Six-three and wearing eight inch spiked heels. Wow! That's almost seven feet. his penis throbbed up and down. Mara's not making this up. I think She's reliving that night.
"When She had destroyed the three
fingers on his left hand, I asked my friend to hold the stun gun to his
eyes while I flipped his right hand over. I was so impressed by the pain
She had inflicted on his fingernails that I wanted to try it myself. Besides,
I loved watching Her terrorize him with the stun gun. I hoped he'd try
something now that he must be certain there would be no mercy from either
XXXX"The little coward didn't move, didn't blink ... he barely breathed as my friend pressed the stun gun into his eyeballs. All the little shit did was cry and moan from the excruciating throbbing pain in his fingertips.
XXXX"When I returned from changing his bondage, my friend stood up, lit two long brown cigarettes, and handed one to me. She slammed the toe of Her boot down hard on his left hand and trapped the upper portion of his index finger under the sole of Her boot. I quickly trapped his right index finger under the sole of my boot.
XXXX"My friend smiled and held up three fingers and whispered 'on the count of three'. Silently, She counted 'one, two, three'. On the count of one, we each lifted a boot off the floor. On the count of two, our boots were about knee level. On the count of three, we both slammed a stiletto heel down into a fingernail. his scream was delicious!
XXXX"My friend counted to three again, this time out loud so the poor helpless bastard could hear Her. Again we drove our stiletto heels down into his fingernails. We were rewarded with another ear-piercing scream. The third time was the best ... because the little wimp knew what was coming. Terror always makes torture better.
XXXX"We had a contest to see who could drive Her stiletto heel through his fingernail first. My friend won. She works out, takes ballet, practices Karate, and even wrestles at a bar on occasion. She has very hard firm thigh and calf muscles. I work out three times a week, but I'm no match for a six-three hard-as-nails body builder.
XXXX"After carefully pulling Her heel free of his bloody fingernail, my friend stopped for a moment. She lit a fresh cigarette and watched me slam my stiletto heel down into his fingernail until I caught up. It took me three more vicious spikes of my stiletto heel before I finally drove the point through his fingernail.
XXXX"Laughing almost hysterically, we began to count in unison. We would count together, 'one, two, three' and drive our heels down into his fingertips on the count of three. That was fun ... the kind of fun that only two close intimate sadistic Lesbians can truly enjoy. And our slave must have loved it ... because he kept urging us on with his ear-piercing screams.
XXXX"We had another ongoing contest whenever one of us needed an ashtray for Her cigarette butt. One of us would viciously pound Her stiletto heel down into his fingertip while the other tried to toss the cigarette butt into his wide-open, screaming mouth.
XXXX"We kept slamming our heels into his fingernails until the wimp passed out. But we weren't letting him off that easy. So we took turns. One of us would hold the smelling salts under his nose while the other stomped down as hard as She could on his finger. The smelling salts sure kept the little bastard alert. Damn! he could scream.
XXXX"My friend finally stopped stomping on his left index finger when there wasn't much more than pulverized flesh and bone left. As I said, She has extraordinary thigh and calf muscles. Since his other finger was a little better off, I offered to share. I couldn't just let Her stand around with nothing to do while I continued to enjoy myself. Didn't take long before his right index finger looked like his left ... with both of us taking turns stomping the shit out of it ... while the other shoved vials of smelling salts up his nose. We probably would have stopped before we did, but his violent screaming turned us on ... kept us going ... made us want to give him more pain."
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