In retrospective, it appears strange that over the years since that first time I delivered more and more painful torture for my lover's cock, not one single time he ever asked me to stop my cruel treatment. Next to the clothepins I started with strict bondage, I used devious little clamps made of steel, sometimes even clamps with spikes (so-called crocodile clamps). I whipped his cock, I wrapped it with a rubber sheath covered with little spikes from the inside and jerked him off. I used various devious instruments to invade his urethra with and made him cum painfully. The only torture I didn't deliver yet, was electricity and needles - I know from experience it wouldn't take long until I/we crossed this line as well. He never ever complained, just the contrary: he asked for more since the more he suffered the more intense his orgasms seemed.

Compared to my own cruelty, my lover's games with my titties and my cunt were like tender love-making, so I thought. I had no reason to complain, I loved his way to make love, over the years he perfected his bondage techniques and brought me to higher levels of kinkiness and satisfaction by using and abusing my body for his and my pleasure. Since I was well aware that between the both of us there were only slight differences when it came to domination and submission, to sadism and masochism, I wondered why he seemed to hold back while I liked to increase the cruelty of my sexual treatments.

I shouldn't have been wondering. The night we brought into use one new equipment of our dungeon, it was payback time. This device looked like a highly sophisticated apparatus consisting of a sheer endless number of pipes and hinges made of very light but robust material (I think it's called carbon). We could use it as some virgin looking furniture, i.e. a table, a chair or a bed; however we could build any other kind of furniture with its elements: a gyno chair, a pillory, racks of every shape imaginable, you name it, you get it. Since our home didn't lack in tables, chairs and beds, we started with the other kind of furniture which appeared much more exciting.

I was the first to be lined according to the rack's shape: an arched bridge. Looking like a rather huge semi circle made of two beams connected by a padded linen, I was bound to it forming a likewise arched bridge. With the help of our various mirrors I could watch myself as my lover used my helplessness. He started with my breasts that seemed too flat in his eyes (and in mine either), after only a couple of minutes they were bulging like balloons with the help of endless meters of nylon rope. As the cream on top my nipples were decorated with clothepins - oh yes, he knows too well how to peg my body.

Next came my pussy which has been the target of our attention since we started to play with the pussy pump (see our 13th blog entry). He knew how I loved my pussy lips being stretched from almost our first night as a couple, when he used them as a garter belt to prevent my stockings from sliding. That's what he did again because my latex stockings only looked perfect when ending near my crotch (that's how he justified the use of clips at my pussy lips, tee-hee). For his next steps he suggested the usage of a head harness to shush me down. Funny, where he always got his ideas and the new toys, at least never before I had noticed this harness which included a penis gag for my mouth. I really should be more observing in the future.

Helplessly bound and gagged the real fun could begin, whereas I didn't have the slightest idea what to expect that night. Since I was able to watch his every move, I could see him reaching for the bag with the clothespins (our "Pandora's Box"??) and could feel him fondling my cunt lips until they seemed engorged enough to become the target of the pegs. You probably wonder, but it really was the first time that my cunt lips were pegged. Good thing I had this penis gag to suck and chew at, otherwise I would have been screaming from the pain I experienced. Now I truly could understand what I had done to him with the clothespins on his cock. But didn't he only suffer from it? No, he obviously had enjoyed it - worth the anticipation if I might feel the same.

After only a couple of minutes I could marvel at my cunt decorated with six clothespins at each labia. Although it still hurt, I not only could watch my pussy in its glory, I also could feel the pain turn into the well known tingling sensation, as if it tried to become a counterpart to the tingling and sensitivity my bound titties send through my nerve system since a long time now. To make me able to observe how I looked, my "Master of the Night" helped me to raise my upper torso into a sitting position. What I watched next, made me puzzle, however not for long. He got a wooden ring with a diameter of about 30 or 40 cms (about 15 inches) and started to fix those 12 clothespins at the ring until they were bend horizontally. As you probably can imagine, they were stretching my cunt lips almost beyond limits and simultaneoulsy, my pussy opened up like a blossoming flower with the first sun beams in spring.

Never before in my life I felt so exposed and vulnerable. But then again, never in my life I felt so proud and trusting - and horny. I was in deep love with my cunt, as was my lover. He touched my exposed pink treasures, at first with caution, and when I didn't flinch from total adversity he caressed my hidden beauty and then blew it and licked it. At the same time he started to caress and wring my bound and mutilated breasts.

That's when I had a weird feeling, as if I started to slip from this world into a parallel world, a complete different one, where only intense emotions exist. We had read about this so-call 'sub space' which victims of (sexual) abuse and torture had described. Even my lover had talked about his feelings when I had tortured his cock where he partially had left reality and emerged into this kind of parallel world. Now it was my turn for the first time to experience this strange evolution. I felt as if my soul and senses seemed to leave my body and entered a new world. I could watch my surroundings, I observed what my lover did to me to make me feel special, while I felt it on a complete different level as if this body didn’t belong to me. It's strange and terrifying, but over all it's an indescribable and incredible experience I don't want to miss ever.

From this special point of view I finally watched my lover's steel hard cock, trembling and dripping pre-cum, it seemed to be huge (that's what your fantasy makes your eyes believe). After all the overwhelming emotions caused by his caressing fingers, his tantalizing tongue and his rough hands, I was sooo ready to accept his cock where it belongs. And finally I got my wishes and was fucked hard and deep and reckless, something I had missed sometimes over the years, to be used as his fuck toy with brutal force. My body welcomed him in its world with glee, and my soul welcome him in its parallel world with pleasure - however I can't tell exactly in which of both worlds my strong orgasms actually happened.

I was very thankful that our times are finally getting tougher. And I'm so happy to have a caring and responsible partner to experience those rough times as a couple.