Submission, Pain and Pleasure

She was bouncing on my restrained cock and I experienced an incredible erection that the pain in my chest only intensified. "What's wrong, puppy, don't you like hot wax? You were naughty, we have to punish you. Shall we soak the pulsating spear in hot drops too?" she said, as she unbuttoned my pants

Heavy, rare drops of rain streaked the grayness of the city asphalt and trickled down my temples as I hurried towards my apartment. A few times, thunder rumbled loudly and the streetlights flickered abruptly, only for the entire neighborhood to be plunged into complete darkness a second later. I cursed quietly and while rummaging through my pockets for my keys, a powerful downpour drenched me in lukewarm liquid in an instant. Incredible. It takes me five minutes to get to the video store, the rain washes me, and there's no electricity to enjoy a movie! About fifty meters from the building, I noticed the shadow of a young woman, soaked from head to toe, fiddling with a drain grate. I approached her and addressed her:
"Is everything alright, miss? Do you need any help?"
She lifted her head, framed by wet black hair down to her shoulders, and replied pleadingly:
"Damn heel! It got stuck in the grate and I can't get it out. And these are my favorite shoes."
"Let me try. You should step under the building's porch so you don't catch a cold," I replied, squatting next to the opening and carefully pulling the shoe from her trap. After a few minutes, I succeeded in the rescue operation and joined the girl under the awning.
"Thank you so much! The downpour came suddenly and I didn't know what to do. And there's no electricity, so the trams aren't running either. I'll stay here for a while, at least until the storm calms down," she smiled kindly, shivering slightly from the coolness of the drops on her décolletage.
I noticed her skin was goosebumps, and her nipples were stiff. She was dressed in a layered black sheer dress, which clung to her petite body when wet.
"I can't let you stand here for hours. I live just above, come in, I'll call a taxi to pick you up. By the way, I'm Mario."
She smiled uncertainly, glanced around the dark street, and finally replied:
"Well, maybe that's not a bad idea. I don't live very close, and it's getting colder. Thank you. Vanessa," she replied, extending her hand.
I took it, and our wet skin connected in a slippery touch. On the way to the apartment, we didn't say a word, partly due to the darkness in the stairwell, partly because I thought she might not appreciate a stranger talking too much. After I closed the apartment door behind us, I directed her straight to the living room while I dashed into the kitchen for candles.
"Unfortunately, we'll have to manage with this. The phone is in the corner, feel free to use it. Would you like a drink first?" I began the conversation a bit shyly, expecting her reaction.
"If you have some whiskey, that would be great. I need something to warm me up," she replied in a calm, deeper voice, with a slight smile on her red lips.
I didn't know how to interpret that, it even confused me a bit. Was she flirting with me or was I just misreading the signals? In the kitchen, I poured two glasses and headed back to the living room. The heavy downpour was pounding against the windows, and it seemed to me that it had turned into hail. I sat across from her, she tousled her hair with her hands to dry it more easily, looking at me the whole time.
"Will it bother you if I take off my wet dress? I'm afraid I might catch a cold," she said coyly, and before I could respond, slightly shocked, she began to unbutton the buttons on her décolletage, over her belly, all the way down to her knees. She stood up and let her dress slide to the floor. She remained standing only in black garters, stockings, a thong, and a strapless bra, resembling a corset. I stared at her rigidly, one part of my body was stiff as well, as I slowly set the glass down on the table. I was quite confused; doesn't it usually happen the other way around? Wouldn't it be more logical for me to try to seduce her, and for her to flee in anger?! Instead, she approached me in her high heels, I sank deep into the armchair and just stared blankly. She came to me, lifted her leg, and suddenly placed it on my seat, between my legs, just a few centimeters from my very sensitive and tense muscle. I swallowed hard, as the heel felt sharp and painful, but that only heightened my excitement. The narrow tip of the shoe was getting closer to my balls, and I didn't know what to do, but when she pressed it quite hard against my sensitive area, I jumped up with acrobatic skill from the armchair and stood in the middle of the room.
"Uh, do you need a hairdryer? Or a phone?" I stammered idiotically, too shocked to react in any normal way, if such a thing even existed.
My cock was still hard, something was stuck in my throat, and I really didn't know what to do. But Vanessa knew exactly what to do. She opened her purse, pulled out something silver, and turned towards me, still smiling. The silver object was an antique dagger that glimmered in her hand. She pressed it against her neck and gently dragged it down towards her chest. It was very erotic to watch her revel in the touch of the cold metal, closing her eyes and softly sighing every time she pressed it a little harder against her skin. She stepped closer to me and offered me the knife:
"Tear every piece of clothing off me! Then caress me with the dagger all over my body!"
I accepted the game, took the blade, ran it along her neck, and stopped at the edge of her bra. With the silver tip, I traced the edge of the black fabric, then lowered it below her breasts, snagged part of the bra between her small but firm breasts, and suddenly pulled. The material tore like a dry twig, and I saw her stiff light pink nipples jutting out at me. Instinctively, I brought my mouth to the buds, but she suddenly stopped me:
"Stop, you haven't finished the task. There's still a lot to do before I let you enjoy!"
I obediently listened to her and continued to touch her with the dagger. I grazed the metal over her nipples and lowered it over her belly and navel to her hips. I traced over her black thong and garters, gliding over her protruding pussy and teasing her along the edge of her panties. She sighed lustfully and erotically, and I had to control myself not to pull out my machine and offer it to her. I snagged the knife on the edge of the thong and pulled even more vigorously. I tore the remaining lace fabric from her, revealing a soft, spongy pussy, with a small shaved mohawk decoration. I reached out my hand, but she was quicker, slapped me, and warned:
"Did you hear what I said? The dagger is your extended hand; you can touch me with it until I allow you more."
She yanked the knife from my hand, tossed it aside, reached back into her purse, and pulled something out. The weak candlelight prevented me from seeing what it was. She approached me, pulling a red silk scarf in her hands, bringing it closer to my face. I probably looked insecure like a child who didn't understand anything but still liked it. I let her wrap the scarf around my eyes and tighten it firmly. The darkness that surrounded me heightened my auditory and tactile senses, and I felt a new surge of excitement when she swiftly and forcefully tore my shirt from my chest. I stood there, slightly leaning against the table, waiting for what would follow. I felt long sharp nails on my neck sliding down my shoulders along the length of my arms, and my skin prickled with pleasure. She dragged her claws from the inside of my forearms to my armpits, suddenly digging them into my skin on my ribs, and then descended towards my waist. I jumped at the edge of pain and adrenaline rush, but she just placed her hand over my mouth and pushed me to the floor.
"Lie down, beast, you're not very obedient. You will be punished, do you know that?" I swallowed her words in the darkness and eagerly awaited what would come next.
I stretched out on the floor and felt her tie my hands and feet with a gentle fabric to the table and armchair. She tightened it so firmly that I couldn't move at all and sat on me. Her naked pussy rubbed against my boiling restrained cock, and I wanted her to tear my pants like she had everything else. She deliberately teased me and enjoyed her superiority while I desperately waited for her to let me penetrate her after all these teasing games. Suddenly, I felt something hot and painful on my chest. She dripped something boiling on me, and I started to squirm and struggle for her to stop. I heard the laughter of the aroused woman overpowering the sounds of thunder and heavy hail outside. She was bouncing on my restrained cock and I experienced an incredible erection that the pain in my chest only intensified.
"What's wrong, puppy, don't you like hot wax? You were naughty, we have to punish you. Shall we soak the pulsating spear in hot drops too?" she said, as she unbuttoned my pants.
At the very thought of that, I gathered all the necessary strength and decided to strike back; I tightened all my limbs, jumped up, and the clatter of the falling armchair prompted me to give her a good lesson.
"You want to play, lioness? I'll show you what a cock is! I will fuck you until you scream!" I yelled, and freed from my shackles, I grabbed her petite body and laid her on the table, spreading her legs.
I held her hands roughly above her head, unbuttoned my pants, and thrust into her fiercely. She gasped almost silently, closed her eyes, and parted her lips. My torch was huge; I fucked her deep and hard. Her pussy was completely tight and totally wet, barely enveloping my cock with her lips, and her ass moved in rhythm with the hot sex. I released her hands and spread her hips, as if I wanted to split her in half, expecting a soon release of a huge amount of hot, sticky liquid from myself. But my lioness did not give in easily, and just before I came, I heard a sharp sound and a fierce pain pierced my back.
"Ahh! Little bitch, you will whip me? You still haven't realized who I am?" I yelled, driven by pain and interrupted orgasm.
I turned her around, spanked her ass, and started slapping it. I bit her lightly, then a bit harder, until she moaned, grabbed the whip from her hand, and stuffed the handle into her pussy. She sighed erotically, and I saw that she was enjoying it immensely. I continued to fuck her with the wood, but her ass hole tempted me too much. I couldn't hold back anymore and shoved my cock into her ass. I filled both holes alternately with my hot muscle and cold stick, and as she swayed and twisted her butt, she brought me closer to orgasm again. I assumed she would try something again, so I decided to preempt her. I lifted her and carried her across the room, opened the balcony door, and we found ourselves in the humid night with light hail pattering against the windows. Small ice balls hit our bodies and slid over the warmth of our skin, quickly melting. I lifted her onto the board by the balcony railing, which served as a table, her legs wrapped around my waist, and let her head lean over the railing. Pieces of ice splashed against her breasts, her skin trembled and quivered, and her nipples stiffened from the cold and the impacts. Drops slid over her belly to her firm stomach and pooled in her navel. Those that continued their journey slowly traveled towards her red, wet pussy and cooled it. I began to fuck her gently, and she finally surrendered completely and started to caress her body, pinching and teasing her hardened nipples with her fingers. She slipped her index finger into her mouth, added her middle finger, sensually dragging them over her lips and tongue. We were fucking slowly but powerfully and exhausted at the same time. Victorious, I felt her pussy tightening and convulsing more and more, she began to tremble like a dry leaf in the wind and let out a soft scream of a wet, devastating orgasm. I was terribly close, the icy hail was tapping against my sensitive member, as if it was simultaneously licking me with its tongue while I fucked her, and a wave of heat and dizziness washed over me. I spilled inside her slippery interior, squeezing out the last drop of life after a unique experience. I pulled her onto my chest, visibly dazed and relaxed, and without a word, I carried her into the apartment. My cock was still inside her, I laid us on the carpet by the open balcony door, we merged into one and fell asleep united with the scars of the deep passion just experienced.