SINGE

 

After settling in at the dungeon I had her put on her cast iron shackles. When having them made for her I had the blacksmith make them restrictive and difficult to move in. Her awkward movements attracted some attention during our preparations as a few of the dungeon regulars said hi. We got the feeling they looked forward to our session as several of them discretely followed us downstairs. This week's adventure ran a markedly different course from the last. Rather than use rope, I relied upon the restrictive nature of her shackles to hold her in position. In fact only a single length of rope ran between the center ring of her shackles and the ceiling beam to keep her from moving out of position. I used very few tools as well. Tools used to hit and caress rather than whip. It was a very intimate scene. I had selected an out of the way corner because the room was full of people engaged in their conversations when we arrived. I was quite surprised when a few minutes after we started the room had fallen into silence as the mixed crowd watched respectfully. She was not naked this time. After removing part of her wardrobe upstairs all that remained was her red bra, matching shoes and the long black skirt with the slits up the side. I strategically moved the skirt out of position as needed to strike and caress her bare thighs and calves. Using only the V-tongued slapper, short crop and lexan wand I aggressively struck her, bringing on short gasps and shrieks as I warmed her skin. Over time I expanded my hitting pattern to include the other parts of her body adjusting the skirt as necessary and removing her bra when the time came to strike her breasts. I periodically allowed her to recover, holding her, soothing the stings just recently inflicted, and allowing her the occasional orgasm. During one pause I attached bronze compression bars to her nipples. They intensified the pressure and forced her nipples to points which provided convenient targets for the crop and slapper. She hated the slapper - not that it mattered, and loved the wand which I used much more aggressively than normal. It was a long session and she cried occasionally. The large audience remained very quiet and attentive. We normally do two scenes, but his one was so intense, we didn't want to spoil it by attempting another, so for the remainder of our time there we sat quietly on the couch, relaxing as she enjoyed a smoke. As the dying embers of her cigarette faded from existence, I pressed the still warm remnants into her clit. She lit another. As we sat quietly amongst the remaining guests in the dungeon, I used one of her cigarettes to burn away a portion of her cunt hair. The sound and smell of the short burning hair are intoxicating, and she loves the heat - especially when I get a little too close. Back at an apartment loaned to us by a friend we had a few relaxing drinks - and several more cigarettes. As she inhaled them and I used them as a torch, I couldn't help but reflect on how kinky this is. Pleasure and pain so close. Split second timing gauged by intuition, feel and the glow of a tiny tip in total darkness.