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janineExtreme Domme always gets what she wants…

Oh this was going to be fun! I had my sub naked, blindfolded, gagged and bound to a chair. My favourite PVC catsuit on, complete with half mask. A table full of….well, some might call them sexual torture devices, but to me they’re mere toys. Just like my subs.

Today’s game was one of my favourites. The interrogation scene. My sub’s goal of the day was to keep his safe word a secret from me. My goal…to do everything in my power to get him to reveal it to me. I’ve never lost this game.

Of course I already knew the safe word, it’s always the same. But the sweet, sexual victory of hearing it mutter passed a sub’s lips, was euphoric. The sense of power, control. My cunt was already slick against the PVC in anticipation of winning our little game.

I removed the ball gag from his mouth and slapped him hard across the face. Start as you mean to go on I say. ‘You know why you’re here sub!’ I said, slapping him across the other cheek ‘tell me what I want to hear.’

He ignored me and I smirked. Foolish, willful sub. I raised my foot and pressed the toe of my platform heel down on his cock with crushing force. He cried out, thrashing in the chair as much as his bonds would allow.

I held my foot still, keeping his pathetic cock trapped whilst I attached the weighted nipple clamps I’d prepared earlier. Again he cried out. Again I smirked. ‘You know’ I said as I leaned into his ear ‘your screams only make my sweet, smooth cunt wet. Now tell me what I want to fucking hear!’

I tugged on the clamps, stretching his nipples painfully. Tears streamed down his face. But the stubborn fucker wouldn’t tell me his safe word.

I gave his cock and balls a quick, swift kick and sat on the edge of the table in front of him. I took a hand full of metal pegs and made sure he could hear me. I could feel his mental anguish beginning to build. His natural desire to please me was fighting against his deep need for pain.

Oh how I love fucking with their minds as well as their bodies! I clamped the pegs to the soft, sensitive skin of his inner thighs and lower stomach. Ohhhh yeah, I knew that had to hurt. His cries hit a higher pitch than before.

‘You can make it all go away’ I murmured ‘Just say the word. Just one little word…’

No reply. With renewed vigour I grabbed my crop and my vibrating bullet. The ache in my cunt was distracting me. I pressed the hard, vibrating metal against my clit, through the tight PVC. Mmmmmmmm I could feel myself on the edge already!

I lashed out with the crop, connecting with the flesh between the clamps and he whimpered, pitifully.

‘Mmmmmmm’ I said as I teased myself closer and closer ‘You should be making me cum sub. Ohhhhhh I‘m so fucking wet. You should be feeling this cunt juice all over your pathetic face.’

Ohhhhh fuck, I lashed out with the crop again, quick and hard. His cries of pain mingling with my cries of pleasure. Ohhhhh mmmmmmmm fuckkkkk yesssss!!!! My orgasm was fast, hard, dirty and intense. Mmmmmmm just enough to take the edge off.

Now, down to business.

I jumped to my feet. Yanked the pegs from his skin in quick, hard succession. Followed quickly by the nipple clamps. Letting them all clang to the floor. His face turned ashen with the pain of the blood rushing back to the over-sensitive spots.

I squeezed his cock hard through his cries. Waited for him to silence to nothing but snotty, hushed whimpers. ‘The word?’ I prompted. Still no reply.

I yanked his cock in my hand, giving him fast, firm strokes. ‘I think….’ I mused ‘I want you to cum in my hand.’

He groaned. All that pain was starting to build into pleasure. I tweaked a reddened nipple with my free hand. Not allowing him to forget the pain I’d already wrought on his body. His cock twitched and pulsed in my hand.

‘You think I’m going to let you cum in your Mistress’s hand without hearing that fucking safe word??’

I dropped his cock. Slapped him across the face again and pinched his nose. I lowered the front zip of my cat suit and shuvved my tit into his mouth, smothering him.

‘Fucking suck me!’ I ordered. He gasped and sucked, gasped and sucked. Again and again I forced him through the breath play, savouring his panicked squirms against my full, firm tit.

His cock grew with his panic. He was close. He was mumbling frantically against my fat, juicy nipple. ‘What’s that sub?’ I asked calmly as I took a step back.

‘Red!’ he cried ‘Red! Red!’

I laughed sadistically, slapped him across the face once more, grabbed his pulsating, fat, hard cock and said ‘You took your time. Now…now you fucking cum for me.’

Again I pinched his nipple, hard, keeping hold of it whilst I pumped his cock. I went faster and harder with every stroke.

His tired, tormented body was defeated. He was mine. Ready to give me every last drop of his hot, thick cum. For no other reason than I fucking demanded it!

I felt his thighs tense, his back arch, a tormented, half cry leave his lips….and mmmmmmmmmm wad after thick wad flew from the fat, throbbing head. His eyes widened in shock as the pleasure seemed never ending! I wanked him hard, steady. Right through the intense orgasm, and beyond.

I didn’t stop stroking until he was utterly, fully spent. His cock softening, his body sagging and silent sobs pleaded with me to stop. Then and only then did I untie him from his binds, place a blanket around his shoulders and allow him to hold onto me while he regained his balance.

Mmmmm I’d won at my favourite game yet again. Oh we’d play it again, but we both knew I’d always win, I wouldn’t have it any other way!

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