BDSM 101 by Rev. Jen

Author:Rev. Jen
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Illustrations by Brian Peterson
Publisher: Skyhorse Publishing
Published: 2013-04-08T04:00:00+00:00

For example …

Once again, I will hearken back to the days of yore when I was doing sessions with Annie. We had a particularly inventive client who liked to invent “games.”

He handed Annie and I two heavy, hardcover encyclopedia-size books down from the bookshelf. He then instructed us to balance the books on our heads with our hands at our sides. Whoever dropped the book first would be the recipient of torture. Annie and I placed the books on our heads and tried to stand perfectly still, as he twisted our nipples and spanked our bottoms. Finally, Annie flinched, and her book came tumbling down. I beamed with joy since Annie had won every challenge in our last session with this client.

The client then told me to get a cup of ice from the kitchen.

“What should we do with the ice?” he asked me.

“We should put it inside of her.”

Annie looked horrified, but in my delusional mind, I thought she might enjoy it, remembering the hot/cold/hot/cold fucking I’d had with my first boyfriend. However, that ice play had been in the summer, and this was mid-March. While we were in a heated room, the very idea of ice coming into contact with her pussy made Annie cringe.

But a deal’s a deal, and after I’d fetched a cup of ice, Annie took an ice cube, put it inside a condom and slowly began to insert it. By the time it disappeared inside her, she was covered in beads of sweat.

Not long after, Annie exacted her revenge. The client told us to stand up and face each other. When we did, he produced two large nipple clamps and affixed them to our right nipples. He then somehow produced a piece of yellow string, which he used to attach the nipple clamps to each other. On the ground between Annie and me, he placed a paper towel.

“We’re going to have a tug-of-war!” he announced. “Whoever crosses this line will lose,” he added, pointing to the paper towel.

This was going to be my comeuppance for the ice scenario since I loathe nipple torture and Annie clearly loved it. Plus, her breasts were twice the size of mine. As she began to pull, I feared my entire mammary gland would become detached from my body. I mouthed the word “bitch” to Annie, who smiled.

Finally, I said, “I surrender before I lose what little breasts I have.” Stepping over the paper towel, I accepted defeat. It was like a perverse episode of Survivor.

The client then told me to lie down on the leather bed. I did as instructed and he cuffed my wrists and ankles to the bed so I couldn’t move. Meanwhile, Annie blindfolded me so I wouldn’t know what was coming next. From this point on, I couldn’t tell which hands were performing which act, the exception being when Annie stroked my hair and I recognized her gentle touch.

Nipple clamps were soon attached to my already sore nipples. I then felt a device called a Wartenberg Wheel trailing across my belly.

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