NOTHING
© 2002-Destiny West

 

I crack the whip down hard. The lashes slap across your flesh, leaving deep cat's claw scratches embedded in your skin that slowly fill with blood.
Your teeth bite down hard onto the red rubber ball gag that I have placed into your mouth.
Your flesh sings with pain and the tears fill your eyes, obscuring your vision.
You are not permitted to raise your head. Your eyes must remain focused on the floor at all times or you will have to face another lashing from my whip.

You are nothing..

From the position of your head you can only watch me walk around your body, my black thigh high stiletto heeled boots encircling my prey.
Your cock throbs against the confines of your black leather g-string in arousal and anticipation, the glans glistening with pre-cum.
I come to stand at the rear of you, nudging your kneeling legs apart at the knees so I can stand between them.
With one sudden movement I tug at the back of your g-string and it falls to the floor releasing your rigid cock, causing it to spring out : seven inches of hot glory.
You feel my hand move over your testicles, not touching- but close enough for the hairs to stand on end from the static.
Then, suddenly, I grab. Quick and sharp and my hand clasps your sack tightly in my grasp.
You feel the pressure building in them ..soon it will be close to bursting point.
I squeeze them unmercifully, causing an aching sensation to rip through your body.

But it's what you want.

You groan and cum instantly, the burning semen erupting from your cock and running down over my hand.
I watch as the white milky fluid seeps down over my hands and you suddenly feel my anger at your lack of self-control.You will have to pay for that...
My hand releases your testicles and stepping back I raise my hand high to bring the tentacles of the whip down across your exposed buttocks.
You fight to support your kneeling position, nearly collapsing onto the floor.
'Bleed for me.' I say softly, my voice exciting you even more.
You nod your head.
'Bleed for me.' I demand, raising the whip again.
You try to answer me nodding your head for all is worth
The whip does not connect with your flesh again. You hear the sound of it falling to the vinyl floor.
You feel the tug of your leash, the black glistening choker collar constricting your throat with its insistant grasp.
I walk you over to the wooden bench and you WILL obey my commands,- for you are nothing

I release your leash and the chain falls to the floor.
And then, laying on your back against the smooth wooden surface,I raise your arms up and back. Constricting your movement with chrome shackles that I fasten and lock around your wrists.
I walk down to the other end of the bed and do the same with your ankles.
You feel the cool metal dig into your taut flesh bruising the skin.
Your cock is semi-erect again; the semen now crusted over your flesh resembles peeling skin. How prophetic...
Off to your right side I have previously pushed a steel trolley laden with an array of surgical instruments and other devices of torture.
You catch your fleeting reflection in the metallic surface of the side of the trolley.You see that your eyes are fully dilated with arousal and the red ball protrudes obcenely from between your lips.You are the image of degradation.
The room is deathly silent; the only noise comes from the sound of my stiletto heeled boots connecting with the floor as I walk about the room.
You stare up at the ceiling.You know every inch of it, every line to every flaking piece of paint.
I come to stand beside you,- your vision is directly in line with my navel.
I am dressed in black PVC panties that are cut high but come across my hips in a thicker band.
At the front of the panties are two silver buckles that-if I let you- could be unfastened to open the crutch for faster access to my cunt.
Over my breasts I wear a matching PVC bikini top with silver studded straps.
The cups of the bikini just cover my nipples but fuly expose the tops of my full breasts and ample cleavage.
At the top of my right breast is a tattoo of a reversed pentagram.
You look at the piercing protruding from my navel. The silver and diamond stud shimmers in the dull lighting of the room It is about to begin.

You inhale my intoxicating scent; you never could exactly place the fragrance.It reminds you of sandalwood blended with myrrh. In my hand I hold the handle of a stright razor, and when my hand moves position the light dances off the blade in a deadly arabesque .It is as if some evil fairy light is flickering around the room, but here is no Tinkerbell here.
You feel the arousal stir deeper within you at the sight of the blade.
With catlike agility I raise myself up onto the wooden bench and straddle your body, sitting on the top of your thighs.
I have removed one of my elbow length gloves and my hand runs over your chest: my black painted nails tracing over your flesh roughly.
In my gloved hand I hold the razor, I bring the blade down so the steel edge touches your left nipple.
It's coldness jolts through you like electricity.
I flick it's tip across your nipple teasing you.
You yearn to feel the blade drag across your flesh.
I sense your desire and bring the razor to the taut skin above your nipple and press it into your flesh.I drag the razor through the top layer of your skin.

The blood seeps out of the wound.

The pain courses through you, and you watch entranced as I remove the blade from the laceration and hold its bloodstained edge to my mouth.
My tongue licks the blood from the metal edge and draws it back into my mouth to savor your taste.
I cut you again on the opposite side of your chest in the same manner....a deadly symmetry.
The blood from both of the wounds flows down over your nipples.
I dip my fingers in the blood and draw the satanic symbols on your flesh, then lick my fingers clean.
I get off you and slowly, ever so slowly; undo the buckles of my panties, revealing my shaven pussy.
Your cock becomes fully erect again at the sight of me; the lips of my cunt glistening with mine own arousal.
I take some black leather strapping from the trolley and with my other hand take hold of your testicles once again.
Pulling them down firmly from the top, I proceed to wrap the leather strap around your balls; binding them tightly.
I continue to wrap it around them until they are completely shrouded in black, with a long strap of leather hanging freely from the top of the binding.
The pressure of the binding causes an ache to surge through your testicles and up into your cock. I climb back on top of you, this time facing your bound testicles.I squat over your face and slowly lower myself down on to your face.
My cunt engulfs you, the red rubber ball pushing into my wet hole and you struggle to breathe as my wet cunt suffocates you..

The seconds become minutes and the minutes seem like hours.

When I finally get off you I untie the gag and place it on the trolley.
You swallow,deperately, moistening your mouth from the dryness of being gagged.
This time welcoming my cunt on your face, I lower myself onto you and your tongue immediately delves into my juiciness..
I want to moan but will not give you that satisfaction: for remember..you are nothing.

My gloved hand seeks the strap from your testicle binding and I wrap it around my fingers and pull tightly.
You groan into my pussy from the agony.
My hot wet cunt wriggles on your face demanding more attention.
You lap eagerly and every few moments I tug on the strap pulling your swollen testicles up painfully.
My juices mix with your saliva and the cocktail of fluids run down over your chin.
You relish the taste of my cunt, its sweetness intoxicates you, and you cannot get enough of it.
Your tongue delves and licks every fold of my pussy, coming to my swollen clitoris and drawing it in between your teeth.
You nibble on its bud, occasionally flicking your tongue across its surface.
I fight to remain in control of myself and pull tighter on your binding, but I will not give you the satisfaction of making me climax.
I moved off your face releasing the strap from my hands.
The flesh of my fingers is indented from the tight grasp of the leather strap.
I look down at you; your face is wet and glistening from my cunt.
I slowly begin to unbind you, taking my time to unwrap the leather strap from around your testicles.
When the last of the strap had been removed I wrap a section of it around the base of my fingers and then position my hand to whip; dangling the piece of leather down across your numb testicles.

Then the blows begin to fall.

One!

I lash them again, leaving a deep red mark across the tender flesh.

Two..

'Fuck!' You accidentally shout, without thinking.
I turn to face you angrily. You know you have broken the rule of silence and will now you will be suitably punished.
I take a pair of tweezers from the top tray of the trolley and take hold of one of the hairs from your testicles, savouring your expression for a second as I pluck it out.
The pain shoots through you and you cry out loud.
I proceed to pluck more of your pubic hair, my motion building into a frenzied state. Blood springs from some of the hair follicles.
You thrash your legs against the restraints - but it is futile.
When - at last - I have satisfied my need to punish you I place the tweezers back in the tray.
Your testicles throb from both the pain and, perversely, the excitement.Your cock throbs in anticipation.
I take a tube from the trolley and undo its cap, squeezing some of the gel like substance onto the palm of my bare hand.
Then my hand comes around the base of your cock, the sudden coolness of the gel against your flesh causing you to moan.
Slowly, carefully; I begin to stroke you- my hand running up the full length of your shaft rubbing the gel into your cock.
My fingers trace around the glistening tip, mixing the gel in with pre-cum around your glans whilst gloved hand caresses your balls, squeezing them gently.
As my stroking begins to build rhythm you feel the coolness from the gel substance developing into a heat.
With every stroke of my hand the heat intensifies, stinging the flesh of your cock like the stabbing of hundreds of needles.
I wank you hard and you groan from both the pleasure and the pain.
You watch my hand working you; the Heat-Rub has seeps into your urethra causing an agonising pain.
The sensation of the heat and my stroking builds into a frenzy. You can no longer hold back. You grunt loudly as the first wave of orgasm hits you... sending you over the edge.
Your cum erupts from your cock in a glorious series of spasms. Your body shudders against it's restraints.
Your semen gushes over my hand as I still continue to stroke you, slowing my pace to a more gentle rhythm.
The last wave of climax courses through you, leaving your cock flaccid in my cum soaked hand.
I release you and raise my hand to my mouth licking the milky fluid from the flesh, savouring the taste.
When my hand is clean; without a word, I unlock your shackles, releasing you.

And you are nothing...