He drew me up and into his strong arms and I got to watch all those muscles ripple while he did it. Parts of me still wet and sensitive tingled in pleasure as we touched. Sparks seemed to flow along his fingertips. Not the kind that caused you pain like those 4th of July sparklers you had as a kid. But the warm mushy type of spark that sent you skin on edge and made your nerves tingle in delight.

His eyes held me in their depths, all warm and safe. His hands touched me soft and gentle. His body warmed me in its firm heat. Beefcake…its what those magazines I had read called men like this. I had read them all trying to learn about men. In my life there was no dating….no looking for love so I learned another route, the route that would have broken my mothers heart had she known what I was up to.

Days were spent in front of my rooms full length mirror learning all the gestures, the body positions, and the looks of seduction. I mimicked what I saw in the malls and on the TV at my friends house. I watched…I listened and I read. Then I would come home and work on them. Work on them till I could walk up to any attached guy at school and have a fuck buddy. I did not learn how to keep them…only how to seduce them. For me it was enough, had to be enough while my parents arranged a marriage in their more traditional culture. I had embraced America…or what I thought America might be. Father would never have let me date, would never have allowed the boys to call on me so if my libido wanted a cock what choice did I have but to find one for a night.

Their girlfriends may have hated me, but I was not out to steal their precious beefcake from them. I only wanted to borrow him. Only for a night, only for a short time while they did their nails and painted their faces believing themselves to somehow be superior to the likes of me. Yet the boys followed me like a bee to honey, for as a rose I was all sugary sweetness, just don’t call me in the morning. It seemed to work well. But now, now I had doubts about what I might have missed in the taboo closeness of a man.

Those lips were sooo very kissable. My thoughts were swallowed in them, allowing me to only mumble my reply to his question. I cared not why he might be here, only that he was here. Warm and firm and standing before me. Dessert….sweet sweet dessert and all for me.

“to kiss me, to hold me…to teach me love” I kissed him, lips to lips…a soft kiss…growing bolder as I press my body to him ever so mindful of the stiff rod now between us. I was glad he was happy to see me. I felt his lips stir under mine, and pressed my tongue outwards, sliding it through his parting lips to the heaven of his mouth. My pussy stirred, and my heart beat faster. Reaching with one hand between our bodies I gathered him in my fingers and was pleasantly mortified by his size. There is nothing wrong with a well endowed man.

“HMMMMM”

I started to grin inwardly at how willing she was to hand over her body for my own pleasure, and how her only requests was to kiss her and hold her as well as love her, the first two was easy to interpret the last one was subject to perception, in human terms ‘Love’ could mean sex or the other, what I would do to her was not the last one, even if I wanted the last one, I had no choice in either case in the end.

As are lips locked she was very forward and I felt her move her hand slowly to my manhood and take hold of it, I could tell she was pleased with the size but little did she know how much control I had over each part of my body and how large I could mark that shaft she held gently in her warm soft hand of hers. My arms wrapping around her I caress her back starting at her neck slowly moving my finger tips down her back till they met down to her hips, my hands slowly moves down from there on to her very firm ass as they begin to cup her round ass near the base each hand taking up one of her heavenly butt cheeks, my finger closing on to them as I pull her closer to my body. Her nipples rubbing on my smooth hard chest as I drive her pelvis firm against my own.

The hardness of my member against her belly throbbing to take her at any time I wanted, are tongues fighting over position with each other as if an unending battle to lust and passion struggling to win over the other but neither side willing to submit to loss. Reluctantly breaking the kiss I smile down at her and tell her. “If that is why you summoned me, I will grant that and more.. Including discipline daughter of Eve.” I tell her and once more return to my kissing of her soft lush lips, renewing the battles of the tongues.

I slowly back her into a table while I continued my assault on her lips and my hands still fondling her goddess like ass, my cock rubbing on the front of her pussy the warm throbbing easily felt on her soft skin. “I will also fulfill your desire to know what a true porn star feels like, in turn for these gifts of knowledge all I want is you to accept the ways of the school dress code and forsake that of your culture uniform of the school outfit, it shames your beautiful body that you have and should be proud to allow others to see it more clearly. In turn ill make sure your father never disturbs your peace of mind again and allow you freedom to do as you please.” I tell her knowing for a fact her father knows nothing what goes on in this school and if he does I would have to be true to my word.

I lift her up with easy and place her on the top of the silk covered table, I don’t proceed with my plan until she agrees but either way I would do as I pleased to her willing or not, but her being willing she would have no one other then her self to blame, and that alone would be a personal torture which would last longer then any torture I could inflict on her body.

Already I can feel him pulse against me, a quivering jump of his shaft as my fingers try and encircle its circumference. In my pursuits of men I have come to the conclusion that bigger can be much better…if it is used just as well as any other cock. Desire springs anew and leaves my knees weak with lust. I want him…more than he may know. I would gladly give of myself to him and his minor demands that he breathlessly whispers in my ear. I care not what they are so long as he moves within me.

“Yes” I mumble, never liking the uniform anyway and wanting my father off my back. “OH yes” the kiss flutters on his lips, then once more I pounce for the kill as fingers tighten on my ass. Not once do I bother to ascertain if he can keep these promises for the only men on this island are the men that run the school and frankly he must be able to do what he says he can. There is no question from me only hard throbbing needs that go unfulfilled the longer we dally on the finer points of negotiation.

Scotching back off the hard edge of wood that creases my ass I find I can at last encircle his torso with my legs. Leaning back I try and bring the weight of him upon me…to smother my need and desire with his skin. To feel him touching all of me….I want him.

“Fuck me….now…I am fucking hot and wet...stud muffin” it sounds trite and is…but I care not.

I grin at that, think how it sounded like one of those cheesy poorly made porn movies, I take off the long white loin cloth that hid my harden member allowing her to see it as what it looked like other then the feel she had of identifying its largeness. “Well Cala I can tell you really want me to stick in you but here the deal, we have to start training you with that discipline we talked about remember.” I slowly take her arms an move them over her head, and placed them on one area of the silk covered table as soon as her wrists touched the area I wanted them at the silk clamped around her wrists locking them in place. Under the silk was the mechanical devices that had clamped down on her wrists.

I began to untangled those lovely legs that was around me, though I did enjoy how it made are hips closer I wanted to pleasure her in ways she would want to beg for more later if I ever had the chance of breaking her in more. Her lovely ankles was next to be clamped into place and I removed her socks, the old scars that was on her feet no longer remained after she had touched me and I allowed some of my powers to flow in her healing all scars as if none was ever there in the first place. I trailed my finger tips starting from the heel of her foot moving it up to the toes and along her foot up her legs. The touch was so gentle I could see her body react to it with goose bumps. “Your body seem to enjoy this kind of touching, what does your mind say?” I had already known what her mind said so she really didn’t have to answer, as my hand continued the journey up her body touching on the inner thigh that was spread open making it easy access to her wet slit I allowed my finger to trace the moist area and linger as it played with the tuft of black pubic hair and moved even further up her body along her stomach.

I smiled at her my eyes meeting hers, the touch of my finger continued moving up her body reaching her chest as the finger teased her breasts and circled her nipple, goose bumps quickly forming to this point as well. “If you really want my cock in your hot and wet pussy, then you cant cum until im ready to stick it in your wet hole during are foreplay, you think you can hold off on cumming before then Hmm?” I ask her in a soft purring voice.

I only nodded, not willing to let anything happen were I might lose my beefcake. He smelled divine, and tasted even better as our mouths parted in sweet sorrow, but only for a moment…only for a moment. Large hands pushed me back and I went. Laying myself upon the table and arching me back so as to take him deeply when he took me. His hands once more smoothed my arms above my head, stretching me out beneath him. Purring I tried to look into his eyes, to gain a deeper understanding of what he wanted with me.

It therefore came as a surprise when the silk crinkled around my wrists and the underneath it the hard edge of steel encircled me. The purr upon my lips came as a gasp, my body wiggling, not certain of his intent for he was a stranger, a gorgeous soft-spoken hunk, but stranger no less. Trust…did I trust him?

Words tumbled in my head, words of training and discipline. I did not like them now that my hands were no longer free. Discipline carried bad memories for me. It carried the stigma of my father and his desires to mold me into something I was not. Even so…even so there was a perverse thrill that lit my body as a candle. A small flame for now…one that might become larger depending on what he did.

What he did was lovingly untangle himself from my legs…bending them downwards till my body lay supine upon the table, may ass half off the edge and my ankles clamped in place. My breathing grew more ragged, from the fear or thrill I knew not. Only now was I no longer able to escape his intentions if they should turn evil. I was in his hands, fully, unconditionally. A complete stranger now controlled my fate and as his fingertips moved up my leg I would have had it no other way. No longer could I move away from him…or even towards him. He would control the tempo of our lovemaking.

Beneath those fire spreading fingers I moaned. My body ached for more, my heart pounding in my head and the blood pulsing along my neck. His fingers so close to my clit…and then upwards. Fuck…it had never before been like this, even my belly was rumbling, wanting more, but not much more before I surely burst in pleasure. Was it being tied up that did this to me, or was it him?

I met his eyes with mine at last. Longing desire upon me as I stared into the depths of his soul and had to wonder if I really liked what I saw there. The confidence, the desire…but it was the shadows that played along the edges I worried most about since I was at his mercy. Shit….

“So help me if you eat me out it isn’t fair…As foreplay goes you have this girl close to the edge already, so making a promise like that might be a fucking big mistake…shit, do you have any idea what you have done to me?” by the prophet I was wet as could be…I knew it…the horror of my nightmare fading fast into the back of my head. I’d never felt better.

I grin down at her when she tries to explains how close she is and pleading just to have my beef inside of her with no strings attached, I been over closer to her face are nose nearly touching as my hair falls over making a curtain hiding both are faces. “I haven’t really touched you yet so there no reason you be so close to cumming, as for eating you out, well I hadn’t thought about that till now. Thank you for the idea Cala it sounds like its one of many things you would like me to do for you, and im sure you taste very sweet.” I told her in a soft voice as my lips touched hers and began a short tongue battle, as I started to break are kiss off I bit down on her tongue with my lips and sucked on it briefly and let go of it.

I stand up straight look at her in her helpless state and smile as I move to her hips and smooth down her pubic hairs and begin to trace out an angel with wings spread wide on her pubic area cleaning the outer area up and a mirror magically appears in my hand to reveal my handy work to you. “So what do you think? Cute isn’t it.” It’s something only a true artist could make on a woman’s pubic hair to look unmistakable as an angel.

After letting you see what he did the mirror disappears and replaced by a straight razor like something back in the 1800's but this one didn’t look like the rusty ones you seen in the trips to the museums this one was shiny and new looking and the blade was place to the top of your black tuft as it began to shave away the remnants of what you may have prized about your body. In a few seconds it was done and he bent over and blow between your legs as his breath removed the hair off you it stimulated your wet slit as well.

I smiled at the skillful work I did and once more from between your legs I smiled at you, “Well now, that was quick don’t you think? I have another gift you might enjoy, since I have removed all of your scars it be would be a shame for you to nick your self with such perfect skin now.” my hands touching your legs as they move up starting from the base where ever my hand touched hair no longer to grow then. It was almost like she received a full body message including around your butt area and under arms. The pubic area was left alone and during this whole rub down it to was some what relaxing for some strange reason.

I break off my rub down of her body finished with her hair removal that would impair her natural beauty like female mustaches and bearded. I place a finger on her still wet slit and trace up and down to wake her up if she had fallen asleep during her rub down. “Im sorry it took so long, but I was enjoying the feel of your skin is all, this is a slight reward for you for waiting.” I tell her bringing my hips close to hers I place the tip of my hard and throbbing cock on her slit rubbing it up and down on the slick surface making her think im about to thrust it in but suddenly pull away. The tip of my manhood glisten with her love juices and I smile at her once more. “There was your reward.. Was good no?” I ask looking as if any negative comment would heart break me. Coming around I pulled out a blind fold and gently place it over her eyes, “Lets play a game as you learn the lesson of disciplining your body, just tell me what you think Im doing to you, pretty simple don’t you think?” I ask her and prepare to move on to the next part of my plan.

‘Fuck me’ I thought knowing I could not move and he would so what he would do. There was no other way I could see to force his dick deep inside me. Gritting me teeth against the feel of his skin on mine I tried so hard not to think of the impending orgasm that lay just below the surface of my desire. I had heard his words and was willing to play his game. Was this the discipline he was after? Most men would kill to get a woman off as easily as I…but he did not seem to be most men and the fake wings I had to admit had been very well done.

Yet even as he played with the reflection of my crotch I had to admit he would make a fine magician. His grasp of the arts of illusion were superb. Yet the sharp steal knife was not an illusion I needed to see nor feel. Trembling as he waved it in the air before me, the glint of it reflecting what light was in the room as it moved in the air, I could only hope he did not cut my flesh to ribbons. How I concentrated to hold still as the cold steel slide across my lower belly. There was a slight rub as hairs fell to the wayside, the sharp blade sliding easily along my skin. His fingers held me, caressed me while the blade fell over and over till the cool air flowed over my now naked mound. Bending … blowing a warm mist hit my skin were never before had I felt a breeze. It was intoxicatingly erotic. I would never have guessed but in that moment as I tugged upon the bindings that kept me upon the table to get closer to him I knew a sensuality I had never before felt.
My entire body seemed to switch into overdrive like some sports car having its engine revved to the red line. Pins and needles danced along my nerves but he did not stop. No, his hands soon caressed…massaged my flesh. Leaving the strangest tingling sensation behind as the cut their path across my body. He seemed to revel in touching me, playing those wicked fingers upon my skin like a pianist across the ivories. Oh, he played me like the master musician he was until I could not help but allow the moan to escape past my clenched jaws. My body throbbed for him…his touch …the touch of his manhood upon me had me try and push myself downwards upon the table to impale myself even as the sudden panic of knowing he wore no condom took hold of that other more rational part of my brain…

As darkness descended and he tugged the blindfold around my head I could finally speak. “good….shit…great…I…fuck, just do it already I am not getting any more wet waiting for you,,,just…please put a condom on. I do not need to get pregnant….stop playing…fuck me …slow if you want, just do it…please. I am begging and that is not some thing I have ever done before.”

I grin as she rant off what she has to say and whisper in her ear, “I plan on fucking you as you ask me to but I will not be wearing a condom, I wouldn’t want you to miss out on all the feelings your body can feel with me inside you, and it will feel so good to you and me if I cum inside that hot wet pussy of yours don’t you think?” I tell her and light a candle with my finger letting the flame get higher.

I begin to drip hot wax onto her nipples as it cools and forms as hard cover over them making it drip here and there on her chest I watch her reaction as I do it, feeling her emotions and thoughts that running in her mind the thoughts she was thinking was very amusing and also giving me ideas what else I could do to her as I drip the hot wax over where her pubic hairs once was but now clean shaven feeling like silk when I was done.

“How does that feel Cala, I understand they do this in those porn movies, I can imagine this is one of the aspect of the porn industry that you wanted to join it.” I tell you as I drip more wax on you by the time im finished you have lots of area solidified on her olive colored skin. “Well I guess you would like that wax off you now so I can renew the coat of wax, I guess I could shave it off.. That sound like something you like? Hope I don’t end up cutting you, be a shame to mar that lovely skin with new scars, after I had gotten rid of them.” I tell you as I slowly start to shave the wax off your lovely belly, under the was I see the redness the heat had done and know it wouldn’t be long before that was gone.

Looking over at some of the stuff that was n the room before I had came I notice a few of the playthings they had here it was so hard to choose what to use on her and which would get a bigger reaction from this porn star wannabe. I start to shave off the wax on her mound where I was going to place a vibrating egg on just to tease her even more of what could be in stored for her.

After I finished shaving that area I tease her wet crevice with my tongue letting it encircle around her swollen love button, tasting her sweet nectar I give a pleasant moan. “Mmm you are sweet and very tasty Cala, I have something I think you will like down here you want it?” I ask her knowing what she maybe thinking it was going to be fun to see the reaction when she gets something else, I pick up the vibrating get and wait for her reply getting ready to place it over her aching nub.

Money can have my virginity fixed. But pregnancy…I could never get an abortion, but I could not have a child as well. For me a single mother is a fallen woman and I could go no lower than advertise this to my father; Even porn pales in comparison to the thought of brining a child up alone. It is perhaps wrong to think like this but I do not want his child…I do not want him to enter me unwrapped and suffer the scare.

Vigorously I shake my head and scream. The scream for the hot wax that splatters across my sensitive nipple. I shudder then twist spilling the hot wax across my side as he aims for the matching mound. My cries do naught to stop the spread of heat upon my poor skin. Tears roll down my cheeks and sweat pours from my body as it grows slick with it.

“no…no…no….I don’t want to do porn…please no…not like this…fuck me, but please…” the cries end on my lips as the wax drips closer to my neither lips and clit. Grimacing I prepare for the worst only to have him once more pull the blade out. My delusions are shattered. That he could play the hot wax across my body and enjoy himself leaves me under no illusion that the knife can and will bite into my flesh if I am not good. The cold blade slides along my hot hurting skin and I do all I can to remain motionless, scarcely breathing for fear of its sharp edge sliding into my skin and marring me forever. This is not a reward..this…this is satan’s own hell.

My lips tremble as his tongue touches me…I moan…groan…try to play the woman in heat for him so he might be good to me. I have nothing left. The tongue plays across my middle and still I react inside finding pleasure in it. For the first time in my life I feel the whore, the pervert and wish I had heeded my father’s rules.

I don’t like his words…I don’t like that he teases me as he stands between my legs and grins down upon my prostrate body. Fear dwells in my mind, twists its own dagger in my heart and leaves the shakes to work their way across my body.

“I …I don’t want anymore…I …am no porn star…Please…leave me alone…let me be…I said no…its rape now. Please…be good and let me go. “

I want none of it…only back to my room to study and learn and be good. I have reached the crossroads of an epiphany and I want nothing more of my old life.

Placing the vibrating egg inside her wet love hole where it would tease and stimulate her pink clit I turn it on the lowest setting. “Aww come on Cala, its been your life long dream to be a porn star and the night is still young, and as for this being rape you consented to this in the first place and knew full well once I got started you would have to see this to the end. Or was you not listening to me?” I tell her my voice still musically soft as I explained it to her.

I begin to shave off the rest of the harden wax from her body and wonder if it was too soon for this or should I had eased into it first, was to late now for that and I plucked a feather from my wing and gently passed it over areas of her body after I finished shaving the wax off of her. I started at her feet and very slowly worked my way up from there along her legs and on the inside with the lightest touch. “You know your not playing the game as we agreed, you was to tell me what I was using on you, so what was the first one and now what is this im doing?” I ask sweetly to her as the feather begins to tickle her behind.

I thought it was funny how quickly she had changed from porn wannabe to good girl just after aplining just a bit of hot candle wax in a few places, maybe I should of did a full waxing of her labia and got a mold of it. “Well if you like I can drip some wax on your pussy and make a mold of the pretty pink love lips of your down there, then you could see how cute they look if I make it into a charm.” I tell her and chuckle some.

I continued the tickling of my feather on the rest of her skin till I reached under her breasts and teased her nipples with the feather. Bending over I took her lips in mine sucking on them gently and kissing her deeply once more, keeping her in a peripteral stimulated feeling that washed over her like the tide of a beach. Breaking my kiss I tell her. “You have wonderful kissing lips, tell me did you ever keep a boyfriend or just through them away once you got what you wanted from them?” I ask teasingly and give her another passionate kiss, my hand cupping one of her firm breasts as my thumb encircles her nipple.

The beast….did he not understand I did not like the pain. Did he not understand I had said no? Yet he continues like some Bedouin tribesman having found me in the dessert alone. Like he, I was now his to play with without repercussions for I had no man to guard me. It scared me…he scared me even as the more pleasant sensation of the egg was pushed inside me and hummed to my delight. It scared me that I called it rape and could find pleasure in this...this thing inside me. That I could find pleasure in the touch of his fingers.

My body yet trembled, but I held as still as I could as the knife touched me. Finally I started to understand that this too might be a game. A dangerous game of trust that if he choose my life might end. How had I lost control? I did not like this….and yet there was an edge…a thrill to it that mad e the egg humming inside me add to my desire.

And then the soft pressure along the bottom of my foot left me to jerk my leg back as far as the bonds would allow…I laughed. In the middle of my self imposed misery I laughed. The touch continues..and I giggle…no longer able to contain my self or the thoughts I had had. Each laugh…each giggles only forces me around the egg inside. I can feel myself tighten around it, feel hit like I have never before felt it. Does he train me?

Laughter echo’s off the walls till I can barely breath. The desire heightens with each bout of it as I tighten and then loosen around the egg, the timbre of its song changing as any moving object while depending on if it is tightly or loosely held. I begin to recognize the muscles I use…begin to feel them as if I might control them. Was there something I had read that said some women might?

Lips touch me and sparks fly as they close about mine. Soft..then harder till he imparts fire once more into my mouth and my own tongue responds to his prodding. His strong hands kneed the flesh of my breast, finding the turgid nipple and playing with it. Squirming I push my chest upwards as best I can…the feather still touching me here and there. Giggling I work to answer him now that he has given me my chance.

“I…please no more wax..it hurts…kisses good….I like those. “ I rise upwards, craning my neck to press our lips once more together. I will not answer about my relationships with boys. I will not answer I sought fuck buddies because father would not have let me date. I did not discard them outright…they knew I wanted to fuck…they all had girl friends to hold hands with. It still hurt…I would have liked for something more…would have loved to have some one just hold me…

Only then do I realize the soft touch of a tear to my cheek. I would have wiped it quickly away…instead I try and hide it for I fear what this one might do if he knows my weakness…

Cala pleaded not to have any more hot wax dropped on her after I had shaved of the last bit and kissed her, her chest rising up in the air to meet with my hands that was already teasing her nipples. I had notice she didn’t answer me of the question I had asked but I heard it in her mind as plain as day, again her father had brought this beautiful girl into a forced solitude because of his beliefs of his culture, forcing her to false relationships onto herself thinking all she was good for was a fuck buddy.

The tears coming from her eyes was proof I was reading her mind correctly, breaking are passionate kissing, I kiss her tears away tasting the salt within them. “It’s hard not having someone to hold isn’t it, someone you can call your own and not having to barrow from a girlfriend and fuck him to only feel regret that person wasn’t yours.” I tell her, realizing I was straying from what I was her to do. “Believe me when I say this, I know how you feel.” I tell her and flick the switch to the egg one level higher.

Giving her another kiss on her lips and once more breaking it off my hands still teasing her amazing large breasts nipples, “Since you don’t want any more hot wax, and im almost done with the feather lets move onto branding, lets see how your pussy would react to a touch of a hot iron rod.” I tell her making it sound like I was going to do it, making a plate of steak and removing my hands from her breasts I make appear a popsicle in one hand and in the other hand a hot poker.

“Im told when one is suddenly touched with a hot poker it feels cold, how about you tell me if it is true.” I say and place the popsicle on the front of her labia at the same time I place the hot iron rod on the steak. The sizzling sounds of the steak and burning flesh of it when I remove the popsicle the sizzling to stops “Well lets do it to your nipples to, it wont be to bad, not like any one will see those scars.” the place of steak floats near her right breast as I place the popsicle on her nipple and the hot rod on the steak once more, I could see the reaction of her nipple to the could and pulled it away and once more the sizzling stops “Now that is interesting the burn really brings out the color on your nipple.” I tell her knowing what her mind is screaming at this moment.

I grin and say. “I wonder how your butt would react to a hot poker in it, you think the color with change as fast as the burnt color of your nipple or would it be darker?” I ask her and nibble on her ear and start to kiss up and down her soft tender neck. “Your neck is so tender and soft, you think the school would mind if I gave you a hickey? At least then you could tell the other students you found a guy who wants to be your boyfriend, you could even tell them im on the other side of the island at the all boys school.” I chuckle and return to my kissing of her lovely neck and ending at nibbling at her ear again.

That he does not understand my weakness is good. I have never borrowed a bay from won of my friends…I would never have done so. But I had felt the regret, the knowledge that the boy would never be mine to have and to hold. I’d done it, no one else. I turn my head sideways to force my mouth away from his and those disgusting kisses.

Already I grow weary of his game, the constant attempt to bring fear and pain to me all the while pretending to enjoy my company. I loathed his touch, the feel of the device now vibrating inside me and how it made me like it. At least it did not provide pain. Yet his game was far from done.

Once more muscles tighten to his words. Perhaps the hot wax was not enough, my screams were not enough. I do not want to be branded like some cow. I hate him….hate this….I wonder how Vera could have thought this would be a reward and how I wish no more rewards. With the approaching heat I try and scoot away as best I may. And then the cold hits an the sixxle of raw meat…my meat…the stench of it rising In the air meets the returning echo of my scream. I twist and buck the tendons in arms and legs threaten to burst within as they stand out upon my flesh. In my fear I do not feel the trinkle of moisture with the cold. It takes time to register…takes time enough that he has already moved on to my nipple before I realize he wished to fuck with my head.

Is this the game, a mind fuck? A hicky…boy from the other side of the island. Vera already told me the truth … what is wrong with him….I care not for his kisses and whispers, only that he leave me alone.

“Fuck you….just leave…let me go I have had enough of you and your games. Your not man enough to make me cum or even be worthy of me doing so.” I buck, moving my neck and head and the tangled mop of my hair to avoid those smooth lips. “I hate you….and I hope you are barren for the rest of your miserable life for the world has seen enough of your fucking likes.”

It felt good to say it…even if my position was not.

I grin see how I have pushed her into anger. “Ok fine ill leave but here hold this.” I force her mouth open and shove the cherry popsicle there and pull off the blind fold and smile at here the popsicle still in her mouth and the floating steak disappears before her eyes.

I place my mouth over her nipple and suck on it taking in the sticky cherry ice juice from her skin as my tongue teases the already firm nipple that the cold of the popsicle had help with. After that area was cleaned I went down to her sweet pussy and stated to lick that area clean from the sticky juice letting my tongue find her wet clit. My tongue teasing it more then the vibrating egg could and sucking the nub into my mouth warming it from the chill the popsicle had created.

After I had finished I hold up what appears to be a clothes pin, I clamp it to your clitoris. By doing this the vibrations from the egg within her velvet love hole seems to be even more intense then before, I also place a few more on her nipples letting the tiny teeth bit into the fleshy nubs. “Well since you tired of the guessing game and wish me barren I might just invent some new things for you to endure but for now ill let you feel the slight sting a clothes pin wan do after being clamped for some time on a few of your more sensitive areas.” I tell her as I place my finger into her tight hole pushing the egg into her deeper where her “G-Spot” would be “I will remind you, your not allowed to cum unless I give you permission to do so.” I tell her where it sounds like a command.

I place what looks like cardio tape just under her breasts the metal pins exposed ready for the electrode clamp to hook up to it. I place the other two cardio tape on the outside of her labia. “Ill see how well you enjoy shock treatment since you hate me so much, this will be a reminder you who is in charge little miss porn star, some porn starts are required to do stuff like this, you might as well get the full effect of the field, before I was being nice now your will see the darker side of what the porn industry has in store for you when you finish your schooling and decide to head that route after all.” I tell her as I make a mock sneer at her.

The juices mingle in my mouth…cherry and me, not a pleasant taste and defiantly not something I had wanted to experience. I snarl at him and spit the Popsicle out wishing I could shove it up his ass and then pull it back out and let him lick it clean. Oh how I like that image, an image broken by the touch of his mouth upon my hard full nipple.

The icy cold is replaced by a warm wetness, a spark of pleasure that ripples through my body. Ohhhh, how I hate him for being able to do that to me. I have to work hard to suppress the gasp that threatens to fall from my lips. Teeth clench around my lower lip as it trembles with need. He moves lower, his heat upon my clit forcing me to inwardly groan in delight. Fire roars anew inside me, and the hate grows, as does the pleasure.

“Go fuck yourself … preferably up your ass” I hiss at him as I try to wiggle and worm my away from the things he places on me not liking his words, attitude, or prior play one bit.