Relaxing into the pain can mean a variety of things. It can mean that he's broken completely and needs a break (ha ha, no) or that he has achieved a sort of semi-trance state, making him completely docile. I decide, after his ass is a red-streaked mess of lines and welts, that I will give him some pleasure. Untying him from the bondage table, I make him sit up and look me in the eyes. He has been crying silently, and looks back at me seeing that I notice how weak he is, wondering whether I will take advantage or pity. I wipe the tears from his eyes.
"Get on your knees,"
He gets on the ground, shoulders slumped.
I put his hands around my waist and he leans into me, weeping openly now. I give him a moment to let it out, and run my fingers in his hair. It's almost cute. Tender even. Feeling this has gone on long enough, I grab him by the back of his head and slap him straight in the face.
"You finished yet, Nancy-boy? Done simpering like a little faggot?"
"I... Yes mum, yes, I'm sor--"
I slap him again, "Shut the. Fuck. Up. You act like a faggot, I'm going to treat you like a faggot."
Pushing him away, I walk over to my cross dressing closet and find the itchiest pair of frilly panties I possibly can. I throw them at him, "Put these on, Princess." I then go for the dildo that reflects my "inner manhood" (nine inches long, six inches wide) and secure it to my black leather harness (with pink leather trim). He is on his knees fidgeting from raw skin against scratchy lace. I ignore him and go sit on my red mahogany throne.
"Crawl over here, slut." He does.
I lay back confidently in my chair, legs wide, stroking my body-appropriate appendage. I notice him perking up. He loves this part. He's such a dick-smoker.
I rip his nipple clamps off to punish his eagerness. He lets out a howl and slumps again. I make him look at me while he breathes through it and caress his face. I bring my cock close to his mouth.
"Kiss it lightly. You slobber on it and I will make you wish I was caning you again."
He does so.
Slowly I push my cock deeper into his mouth, slowly thrusting in and out, getting him used to the girth. His lips are perfectly pink and round. I grab him by the back of the head and push him down on it further, thrusting into him with more force. He makes a slight choking sound, so I let go. He keeps his mouth on the tip, then sucks the shaft all the way down to the root, willingly making the choking sound. Making it for me, so that I can relish the pain he is putting himself through in order to please my cock. I pull his head back and his eyes betray his helplessness and his hunger. I take his head with both hands and push him all the way down on my cock violently, his body resists slightly but he gives in, his head bobbing in rhythm with the thrusting of my hips. I feel his face crashing against my harness over and over, then give him a rest.
"You slobbered on my cock, you nasty bitch."
His eyes and lips are red now. He is flushed. Confused.
I stand over him, my cock dripping.
"Well, it looks like you've lubed me up quite well. Perhaps I won't use anything but spit this time to plow you."
He looks at the size and I can tell he is doing the pain/pleasure math in his head.
"Do you think you should get away with slobbering on my cock? That there should be no consequences?"
"Get me the spreader bar."
He crawls over to the corner and brings it to me on his knees. Securing his ankles to it, I make him lie on his back on the table. I cross his arms and secure them to his ankles. I pull his panties out of my way, revealing his perfect asshole. It's charmingly puckered and pink. Shaven. I rub my cock in the crack of his ass, teasing him.
"The more you resist, the more painful it will be."
I rest the tip of it on his asshole for a moment. Then thrust ever so slightly. He looks at me- committed and willing. I spit on my hand and rub it on my cock. Then I spit on him while I thrust the whole tip into his tight hole. He takes in a sharp breath and his back arches as I thrust in and out ever so gently. He knows what's coming. I hold his knees wider and get my cock half way in, spit on him some more. His legs relax and I'm all the way inside. He grimaces and calls out-- as he feels the sharp invasiveness. The violation of it. Thrusting in slowly at first, then pulling out, I make him feel the full power of my member. "Take it, you fucking truck stop whore, you fucking hussy." I go harder and faster, banging my hips against his ass, thrusting with full strength as he moans and struggles against his bondage. Over and over again I bang him mercilessly until he finally gives in. His body a mangled mess of tears and leather and hurt. His ass ruined. My pleasure satiated.
I unshackle him, tell him to get himself some water, wash up, and bring me dinner. He can have a small plate and eat it at my feet. He dons the apron for me, we eat, and I let him take a nap in the cage. Meanwhile, I am going out prowling for more...