A short story. It's been too long.

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"Breathe!" He whispered.

Despite how quiet the word was coming from His mouth, it demanded her obedience. She slowly inhaled. The calmness of this action was in direct conflict to His fingers twisting at her nipples.

He had first tied her tits. Her large D-cup breasts were no longer there normal shape. They were two balls of purple flesh, straining for release. Once they were properly tied, tighter than ever before, He grabbed His belt. The thick, black leather no longer needed to help keep His trousers in place. His pants were on the floor, as were all of her clothes. Now He folded the belt. He held it by the two ends, one end occupied by a large metal buckle. She wouldn't feel the metal of buckle against her flesh tonight, she wasn't ready for such pain.

However, He made sure that her pale skin was to be marked by the heavy leather. He smacked her with the belt. Once, twice, three times. Each hit was harder than the last. He repeated each of the hits to her left breast. She didn't scream. She had assured Him that she could take the pain and this was evident in her ability to stand, legs spread, wetness running down her thighs, as He continued to beat her with the belt. He looked in her eyes.

"Are you able to go on?" He asked. He was sure what her answer would be but He wanted to check in.

"Yes Sir!" She responded enthusiastically. Her gaze occasionally would drift. He was certain that she was falling in subspace. She was ready for the cane.

The cane had a much heavier bite. His first hit caught both of her tits and caused her to grit her teeth. It wasn't until the cane hit her nipple that she finally yelped in pain. Her tits were showing the full impact of the session. They were purple from being tied, they had red marks from the belt and cane, and there were a few bruises developing from some of the harder hits. She wondered how long until He would be filling her with His massive, hardening cock. She wanted it so badly. Not just as a break from the torture, but also because she wanted her holes to please Him.

Throwing the cane down on the bed, He reached for her large nipples. They were already sore from the stress of the bondage and occasionally being smacked. That was nothing compared to His fingers roughly grabbing them, squeezing them, and twisting them as him pulled her around the room. Leaning towards her, He whispered into her ear.

"Breathe!"

His word was a gentle but firm reminder as she bore the pain. It was nearly too much for her. She considered using her safeword before He released her nipples, throwing her down against the mattress. He removed His last item of clothing, His boxers. Now that His cock was free, He was ready. His pain slut needed to be fucked.