He Didn’t Know His Girlfriend is a Sadist
“Don’t be silly Bruno, we’ve just started. You’ll stay tied to that bed until I’m ready to release you.”
“But Lisa, I’m scared. What are you going to do with my belt?”
Lisa folded the belt, lifted it aloft and with all her strength slapped his buttocks.
“Hey! Are crazy? Don’t do that. It hurts. Let me up.”
“But Bruno, hurting you is the idea. Really that butt needs to be exposed.”
Picking up a knife – sending chills along Bruno’s spine – she cut his boxer shorts, yanked them away.
“There’s that pretty butt. That what got you the first date. Your butt. It made me want to whip you so badly I had to rush home to my Magic Wand.”
“This is crazy.”
Lisa channeled frustration into ten quick lashes. Tearing Bruno’s boxers, she made a gag.
“You talk too much.”
“There’s nothing crazy about this. We’ve dated for a month. You keep babbling on that I’m the most important thing in your life. You said you can’t live without me. Promised to do whatever I want.”
She laughed at Bruno’s futile efforts to talk through the gag.
“As I said, that butt of yours really excited me. I wanted to spank it and … You don’t know what pegging is. I’ll show you later.”
Focusing on his butt, she spanked him for fifteen minutes.
“Enough warm up. I know what you need.”
She pulled nipple clamps from a drawer.
Bruno thrashed when she attached them to his nipples. Under Bruno’s body, the clamps tugged and bit.
“Be still. You’re only hurting yourself. What am I saying? Hurt yourself all you want.”
Lisa whipped Bruno’s back. Carefully, avoiding spine and fragile bones. Repeatedly striking the same small area, his skin ached and burned.
Pulling a box from under the bed, she pulled out thick chains and heavy cuffs.
“The bedroom just doesn’t cut it. We’re going to go down to the basement.”
She chained wrists to ankles. Bruno could just barely stand.
“Don’t fight me. You’ll fall down the stairs.”
Bruno could not see much in the dim basement until Lisa flipped a switch.
“See, there’s the spanking bench. On the wall is my bondage cross.”
She pulled him to the latter. Locks clicked, chains clanked, Bruno could not move.
“This is my playroom. Look at all my toys.”
He saw more kinds of whips than he knew existed. Ignorant of the purpose of the metal things, Bruno assumed the worst.
“I know what you need.”
Bruno hoped she meant the keys to the locks. Lisa went to an alcove. Random noises followed. She returned holding a baby bottle.
“Drink this. It’s a protein shake. You’ll need your strength to alert. I don’t want you to miss anything.”
Bruno thought to refuse but hunger made him suck on the bottle’s nipple.
As he drank, Lisa examined phallic shaped plastic sex toys. He thought she must masturbate often.
Seeing his curious expression Lisa said:
“I’ll explain these to you when we get around to pegging.”
She took the bottle.
“You look much refreshed. Now you are ready for this toy.”
To Bruno the clear acrylic mechanism looked like a toy vice. He had never heard of testicle crushers. He would never forget them. Pegging was an even bigger surprise.