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The Gangbang Aphrodisiac: Sara’s Surrender, Chapter 13

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Sara was standing in front of where I was seated. Her tits were exposed, gripped by nipple clamps, and her shorts and panties were down around her knees. I wet my thumb and fingers, and started massaging her clit and G-spot. It didn’t take as long this time, in fact, I had barely begun, when she started to quiver.“OHHhh…god. Oh God! OH GOD! OH GOD OHGOD OHGOD!”She came, and came hard. Her knees buckled, and her head dropped – and then I ripped the clamps off of her tits.She dropped her knees to the ground and screamed. I reached down, roughly shoved my fingers back into her cunt, and started rubbing her clit, prolonging her climax and making her cum over and over again.I wanted to teach her to associate pain with pleasure so that she would eventually want both. And her lessons were going well…~~~~~Hours before, Sara woke, alone, in the tent, and stretched. She felt incredibly sexy and good. Her Master, James, had made her long-time fantasy of being gangbanged come true through hypnosis, so there were no physical after-effects except this wonderful feeling of well-being. And yet, she could vividly recall every cock being shoved into her cunt or up her ass, and every load of cum that spurted into her mouth! Amazing!She noticed that James wasn’t here, then heard him moving around outside, probably getting breakfast ready from the sounds she was hearing. She sat up – and was surprised to see panties, a bra, a t-shirt, and hiking shorts, all in her size, laid out on James’ sleeping bag, next to her. Her hand went to her throat, and she was surprised that her slave collar was gone.Then she remembered that James had put her into a light spell earlier this morning, removed her collar, and told her not to worry about it and go back to sleep for fifteen minutes.She wondered what he had planned, and felt a sharp sense of loss and disappointment. Was their sex play over? Had he grown tired of her? These past few days with him had been the most exciting of her life, and she truly did not want them to end.She reluctantly put on the clothes laid out for her, then exited the tent.~~~~~Sara emerged from the tent right about when I expected her, and she was wearing the clothes I had set out. I smiled at her and said, “Good morning! You look well rested!”She looked at me and smiled weakly. She walked over, sank to her knees, and looked up at me. “Master, have I disappointed you in some way? Is there something I could do to make up for it? I will do anything to please you, you know that. Anything at all.”She bowed her head and waited.I leaned over and tilted her chin up. “Get up and come sit next to me, Little Slut. We need to talk.”She looked unhappy, but got up and settled herself on a rock near me around the now cold fire pit. I had water heating for oatmeal on the single-burner I used when hiking, and had handed her a cup of freeze-dried coffee.She sipped the hot brew, then blew on it and sat back, eyes downcast. “Have I displeased you, Master?”I looked at her, and was struck once again at how pretty she was, and now, how eager. I wondered if she would remain so.“No, you haven’t. So far, you have been the perfect slut, and I am pleased with you.”She looked up, relieved, Esenyurt escort bayan then her brow furrowed. “Then…why do you want me to be clothed? Are you tired of looking at my naked body?”I grinned. “Absolutely not! I love having you naked.”She looked down again. “I’m sorry, Master, I don’t understand.”“That’s why we need to have this conversation. Now, relax, you’re doing fine – but I want to take things to the next level, and we need to discuss it before we do it.”She looked up relieved, and smiled. “Master, I don’t care what it is, I want you to do it to me!”“Shush, girl. You don’t know what you’re talking about. Now sit still and listen.”Her eyes got big, but she nodded.“In any successful Dom/sub relationship, there has to be a high level of communication, understanding, and agreement. Those things eventually lead to trust. I explained already, and you have done just fine in both understanding and obeying me.“I’ve used hypnosis merely to emphasize the things we’re doing, and to open avenues of play that we could not otherwise explore, like being gangbanged at your former high school.“But now I want to take things to the next level. I want to hurt you.” And I stopped.Sara waited, then shifted uncomfortably. “How…how do you want to…to hurt me?”I smiled. “I’m not going to tell you. I want you to be frightened and uncertain, just like I want you to be embarrassed about having other people see you naked. But what I want to discuss with you is the general idea of using pain to increase – potentiate – pleasure for both of us.“The most important thing for you to know is that I want to hurt you, but not harm you. There will be no blood, no permanent marks, no scars – nothing that would mar your natural beauty except possibly temporary bruises. You are a gorgeous young woman, and to do anything to mar that beauty would be a crime that I have no intention of committing.“No, the pain I want to cause you is to increase your sensitivity, and to make you feel more; more pleasure, more anxiety, more uncertainty – more submissiveness. I want you to choose to accept the pain I inflict because it will please me, even if you find it distressing.“Do you understand?”She was still for a while, then shook her head no. “No, I…I don’t. Why will me being frightened or anxious or…or in pain make it better for you…or me?”I nodded. “That’s why we’re having this conversation. Because you don’t understand. I’ll give you a partial explanation, but ultimately, you’ll have to experience these things to truly understand them.“In some people, there is a direct connection between pleasure and pain. I believe you are one of those people.“Others, like me, get pleasure from causing pain – but I’m not a sadist, so it’s not about the pain itself. It’s about your willingness to accept pain, humiliation, embarrassment or almost anything I want in order to please me. That is something I find incredibly exciting. It’s why it’s called ‘dominance’ and why someone like me is called a Dom.“And that is why trust and communications are so important. If you are going to do things you find uncomfortable, or painful, or humiliating without knowing what Escort Etiler they are ahead of time, you must trust that I will keep you safe. You are submitting your will to mine in order to please me.“Now, back to what we are doing here: whether you enjoy feeling pain or not, knowing that inflicting it brings me pleasure, do you want me to hurt – but not harm – you? You did, after all, say you would do anything at all to please me.”Sara sat back and thought. “I…I guess, yes, I would be willing to let you hurt me if you wanted to. Not only have I said I would do that, or anything like that, but you’ve taught me a lot of things about myself that I didn’t know. You might be right about this, too.”She looked down and bit her lip, then, with her head still bowed, “I…I can feel that I’m already getting very wet. It’s as if something inside me…wants this.”“Master,” she said looking up at me, “may we try this? I want to please you, I really do, but…I’ve never done anything like this before.”I nodded. “Of course. Remember, you can always use your safe words – yellow light to pause, red light to quit. That has not, and will never change. But before I started doing things to you, I wanted you to understand what I was doing, and why.”I got up. “So, let’s have breakfast, break camp, and we’ll hit the trail. And I will start hurting you. Eventually.”Sara swallowed, got up and nodded, then went back to the tent to start stuffing the sleeping bags and rolling up the sleeping pads.~~~~~Knowing that anticipation would heighten her anxiety, I did nothing when we started. But I knew that she was skittish and wondering what was to come, and bided my time to build the suspense.We stopped to rest after the first hour, and when it was time to get moving again, I said, “Stand up and take off your t-shirt.” Sara slowly stood up, and I could see the pulse jumping in her throat. She slowly pulled the t-shirt over her head and held it in her hand.“Now, take off your bra and give it to me.”She reached behind her and unfastened the clasp, then shucked off the bra, and handed it to me. I stuffed it in my pocket.“Now, clasp your hands tightly behind you.”She reluctantly did so, making her tits stand up.I reached into my pocket and brought out a pair of alligator clip nipple clamps with black plastic coating the jaws, attached to each other on a chain. Without saying anything, I adjusted the tension on both clamps, then opened one, put it around her left nipple, and slowly let it close on her tit, hanging vertically down from it. She inhaled sharply, and whispered “Ow!” but made no move to stop me. I then did the same to her right tit, and got a similar reaction.“Now, put your t-shirt back on.”Very gingerly, she complied, although she found it difficult to pull it down over the nipple clamps without disturbing them, and made small ouch-y noises.  “How does that feel?” I asked.“It hurts!” she said, her face screwed up in pain.“Good. Now, let’s saddle up and get back on the trail.” I picked up her pack and held it out to her. She looked at me in disbelief, but when I just stood there, she slowly turned and put her arms out for me to settle her pack Eyüp escort on her back. Once that was done, I walked around her front, and did up her bellyband, adjusting the straps – then roughed the clamps under her t-shirt.“Ow!” She put her hands over her tits, as if to shelter them, then gradually straightened up, looking at me.I stood smiling at her and waited a few seconds. “So, tell me: are you wet?”She stood still and seemed to consult with herself, then said, surprised, “Yes….”“Good. Let’s go.“But…” she began.I hefted my pack up in a circle and let it fall it on my shoulder. “No buts. Let’s go.” And I turned and walked towards the trail, then stopped to wait for her to go first.She walked forward slowly, hands under her pack straps to try to keep them from jiggling her tits. She wasn’t going to be able to keep that up for very long, and that would add to her discomfort.I was looking forward to our next rest stop.~~~~~About an hour later I called another rest stop. I took the pack off her shoulders, then swung mine off and laid it down.She sat cautiously, and was cradling her tits.“Do they hurt?”She nodded.“A lot?”She shook her head. “Nor any more. They did at first, but I…I think they’ve gone a bit numb.”I smiled, and said, “I’m sure they have, and I’ll take the clips off for a break in just a minute. But first, come here.”She stood up and walked hesitantly over to where I was sitting, and stood before me.“Take off your shirt.” She complied, and held it in one hand.“Now, undo your shorts, and slide them, and your panties, down to your knees.”She gulped, then undid her shorts, and slowly lowered them and her panties to her knees. She blushed and looked away, even though she knew I’d seen her completely naked before.I felt her panties, rubbing them between my thumb and forefinger.“Your panties are wet. Very wet.”She didn’t look at me, but breathed, “Yes…”“Do good girls have wet panties when they’re being hurt?”She shook her head, blushing heavily.“What does that make you, Sara?”She swallowed. “I’m…I’m a…slut.”“Yes you are. And what happens to sluts?”She was silent.“Say it.”“Sluts…should be…punished.”“And how do you think I should punish you for making your panties wet when I hurt you?”She glanced down at me, then quickly away. “By…hurting me some more?”“But Sara, if I hurt you some more, won’t your panties get even wetter?”She nodded slowly.“Say it.”“If you hurt me more, my panties will get wetter.”“In fact, you might cum if I hurt you more, mightn’t you?”“I…I guess?”I waited for a few seconds. She shifted uncomfortably.“Would you like to cum, Sara?”She looked at me, surprised. “Yes, please, Master!”“Then bend over.” When she did, I fastened her slave collar around her neck again, and locked it closed. “Stand up.”After she did, I put my thumb, index, and middle fingers into my mouth to lubricate them, then used the two fingers to split her labia, and started using her wetness to lubricate all up and down her slit. She closed her eyes and moaned, and tried to move her legs wider apart, restrained by the shorts and panties around her knees. I started massaging around her clit, not quite touching it, but stimulating the area around it.“Oh, God…” she moaned.I reached up and took hold of the chain connecting both nipple clamps, and pulled slightly on them, tugging the chain left and right, stretching her tits. “Oh, God! Ohh…”I moved my finger away from her clit, and slid it inside her cunt. It went easily as she was hot and very slick inside.

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