Chantelle leaned forward and whispered into Christian's ear, "Everything is just fine Christian. There is no need to worry, you are being cared for." ...With that, several cloaked figures stepped forward and unclasped the leather straps holding Christian to the table and helped him up, turned him and sat him on the side of the bed. He raised his hands to his eyes and rubbed them, blinked and tried to focus on his surroundings, The room was dimly lit by artificial lights in the form of bulbs in. I want to be the one that falls asleep in your arms, the shoulder for you to cry on. And you can’t say no, because you want this as much as I do.” And she was right, I couldn’t say no. It was like I was captive to her, unable to deny the fact that she loved me, understood me, made me feel all better inside, and was quite possibly THE BEST KISSER I’ve ever had. Only now, it wasn’t just kissing she was going for. And I REALLY wasn’t going to stop her. Right there, under that little oak tree off. She let out a moan of pain, but still stayed bent over. She was wearing one of my old T-shirts, it fit her quite well, but it wasn’t long enough to cover her waist. She glanced back at me before closing the door, then proceeded to spread her legs and brace herself against the fridge. I need no instruction as to what she wanted. Almost instinctively, I slipped of my sweatpants, and fully penetrated her cunt with my already fully hard cock. She let out a moan of pleasure, and just stood there for. "Don't worry, the pain will go away after a while -- after the nipple is fully pierced by these clamps" she laughed. When she was done, she started to work on my right nipple, slowly tightening the thumbscrew until it, too, was so very tight. I started to squirm. "Stand still!" she ordered, and I saw her press the button that emphasized her order with that pain in my crotch. "This is going to be a very long and painful night, unless you obey. Promise me that you will be good." "Yes Mistress,.