So as Ann sat there on the cold stone bench waiting nervously, sipping her drink and taking in the surreal environment before her. The skin she had grown so comfortable living in was suddenly alive and tingling, moist with anticipation and nervousness. The sounds alone were enough to take her to the very edge of things she would never be able to put into words. The sites took her to a state that bordered on a controlled motionless emotional frenzy. Her own time was coming but as she watched the uninhibited display of pleasure and pain, the mix of hellish torture that seeming might never end and the deranged orgasmic cries it was producing as bodied writhed away from their tormentors one second and melted in to them the very next.
Surrender was seeming inevitable. Surrender though had so many different meanings each a personal as the person who offered or took such a thing from another. One large bare chest woman pleaded in desperate and ravenous guttural tones not for mercy but for an orgasm as another woman fiercely pincher her already bruised nipples with delightful abandon while a short stocky man in black jeans painted her back a deeper shade of crimson with a mixture of long purple and black flails affixed to a polished cherry handle. Their playmate continued on in a dreadful tone begging to be allowed come which obviously only prolonged her state of denial.
She couldn’t look away as the couple continued their torment of of the woman, stopping and leaving her unstimulated, untouched, for even mere seconds put her through more hell than any of the wicked devices applied to her. Finally the man looked at her as the woman began again pinching at her well marked chest. Caressing and then squeezing, brushing her hands over her and then back to the cruel grip she had known earlier. The man placed a hand on her stomach, looked her deeply in the eyes. Ann grew more excited watching as she imagined the man sliding his massive paw into her partners panties. She watched, eyes glued on the trio as he knelt slowly before the restrained woman whose head was now thrown backward. Kneeling there slowly touching a knee, and then the other. His hands barely dancing up the flush flesh of her round thighs. She shuddered at his touch, and moaned now the seemingly inevitable. She gasped…”Yes mistress…please” the woman in front of her took a nipples between her thumb and fore finger, clasped down tightly. So tight in fact you could see her hands and wrists quivering from the exertion. Pulling her ample chest away from her sending her entire body, skin straining from the pressure, marks on full display and pain coursing through her body. And just when she was on the brink of existence where hell seemed endlessly deep and dark, heaven arrived. The man placed a hand firmly on each hip his face in front of her smooth shaved see through mesh clad pussy. Took a long deep breath, spread her lips without ever really touching them and then blew on her clit like a gentle breeze. Immediately into spasms that hurt to watch even from a distance. Her cries of delight all that could be heard.
Ann shifted nervously in her place on that cold stone bench, so turned on by everything before that she didn’t dare look away but was torn not knowing what else she might be missing in the other areas and all around her. Over stimulated would have been an understatment.