Musings and experiences about BDSM and other things decadent

You aren’t sure how long you have been out.  You slowly feel your body and your mind coming together.  You feel the soreness in your arms and legs.  You feel the throbbing in  your ass and cunt.  You are vaguely cognizant of a mixture of sweat and cum running down the inside of your left leg.

And then you notice your arms and legs being stretched wide apart and you are pressed against a St. Andrew’s cross.

You are about to scream but the Dean covers your mouth and presses his body against you so that you stomach is squeezed against the meeting point of the cross.  You feel his hard-on sliding between your cheeks and the wetness of his pre-cum leaving a trail.

“It took you a few hours to stop cumming, Sarah,” he hisses in your ear.  “I had wanted to fuck you and make you cum again, but Dr. Radley had said that your mental state was ‘too fragile’ and that we needed to let you come down.”

The Dean steps back and you feel him gazing at your bruised and sweaty body.  You have given up even wanting to cover yourself now.  And you feel an stirring in your groin that you cannot believe is there.  You stick your ass out to invite the Dean to take you so that you can relieve yourself of this annoying itch.

But instead of the Dean, you feel a hard rubber dildo being shoved unceremoniously into your ass.  It slides easily in and you sigh as it buries itself deep inside you.  You then feel hard plastic dildo being shoved into your cunt.  You scream as an small but welcome orgasm escapes you.

The hear the Dean laughing.

“You see, my dear Haven,” he chortles, “this slave is the consummate slut.”

Ms. Haven, the department’s head secretary walks in front of you and smiles.  She cups your chin in her left hand and then kisses you hard.  Her tongue pushes itself past your lips and you feel her licking the inside of your mouth.  You suck on her tongue as if it is an undulating cock fucking your mouth.  You feel a burning in your groin and suck as if it will put out the fire.

Ms. Haven fishes her kiss and walks behind you.  You can’t see what she is doing, but you can feel a small puff of wind brushing against your ass.

“You have failed to show that you have learned anything at this institution, Sarah,” chimes the Dean.  “You are to be tested to see what you have retained so far.”

You are about to ask a question when you feel Ms. Haven crack a single tail on your ass.  The cracker strikes the point where your leg and ass meet.  You scream from the surge of pain.

The Dean then begins to read you his question.

“Now Sarah,” he intones as if he were simply giving you a question in class, “please recite to me the four types of love in Ancient Greek culture.”

Ms. Haven’s whip strikes you on the other ass cheek.

“ARRRGH!” you cry out.  You brain is still foggy from the rape.  You start to panic as you try to remember that lecture.  You stiffen and wail in pain as Ms. Haven strikes you again, but on your thigh this time.

“NOOOOOOOO!”  You struggle but are met with blow after blow.  Finally a word pops into your head.  You scream it out: “*EROS*!”

The Dean chuckles.  “Of course you would get that one.  There are three more.”

Ms. Haven’s single tail strikes the spot just below your anus.  You lurch forward banging your stomach against the wood of the cross.  She hits you again and you arch your back violently.  She hits you again–this time on your thigh.  You can feel the welts burning as they rise on your skin.

“PLEEEEEASE!” you cry out.  But Ms. Haven begins to strike you harder and faster.  Your head is spinning.

Suddenly you blurt out, “*AGAPE* AND *PHILIA*!!!”  You are sobbing from delirium and pain.

“Very good,” says the Dean in a calm, measured tone.  “*Agape*–or true love–and *philia* or the love of friendship.  Just one more.”

You are in a frenzy.  You can only remember the three.  You vaguely remember the Dean droning on about something in that lecture.  But you were flirting with Bob Barnes under the lecture hall desk and didn’t really listen.

As if the Dean has picked up on your thinking on that transgression, he turns to Ms. Haven and smiles. “I think we should put more of a challenge to our dear Sarah, Ms. Haven.”

The secretary moves behind your and reaches between your legs.  Suddenly you feel a click and you realize that the hard plastic dildo in your cunt is really a huge vibrator.  Your head snaps back as you immediately begin to orgasm.  But they are not deep satisfying ones.  They are short: mere pulses of pleasure.  They are more annoying than satisfying.  You crave a hard, deep  orgasm like the ones you had experienced when you were gang raped.

Ms. Haven moves back and begin to whip you once more.  Now you become crazed. The vibrator inside your cunt is not enough to bring you where you want. The dildo in your ass only makes you feel filled–not satisfied.  The secretary’s strikes are becoming harder and more frequent.  You hope the endorphins will ease your pain, but the rhythm of the strikes are too erratic to let you move into subspace.

You groan as the pain and frustration become unbearable.  Tears flow down your aching cheeks and mouth.  Your eyes sting with each tear.  How long have you been screaming?  Too long for sure.

And then in s flash of memory you scream, “*STORGE*!!!”

The whipping stops.  You feel yourself being taken from the cross and helped to your knees.  You feel the vibrator being taken away and a hard, throbbing cock slipping inside you.  You look down and see the Dean lying on the floor and  between your legs.

You automatically begin to move up and down his cock.  You are slow at first.  You can’t find the energy.  Every fiber in you body is burning.  Your mind is still addled by the torment you just endured.

And then you feel the crack.  It is barely noticeable. But then. there is another. Each one landing in a different place on your ass. And another.

Soon you feel your ass pumping up and down as you fuck the Dean’s cock.  The secretary’s whip is driving you.  You feel your heart pounding and you growl like an animal gone wild.  You feel the rush of endorphins as Ms. Haven expertly guides your movements.  You feel lighter than air. You are soaring above everyone.  You look down and see the Dean.  You can picture the woman whipping you. Despite this place, you feel freer than you have ever felt before.

Your orgasm strikes harder than any of Ms. Haven’s blows.  You stiffen as the Dean cums in your cunt.  You feel the hot surge and it triggers a jolt that makes you arch you back and wail louder than any banshee.  You shudder as your cunt squeezes the Dean’s cock.  Your sphincter contracts so hard you think the dildo in your ass is going to  shoot through your body.  You stay like that for what feels like days.  And then just as suddenly as it began, you feel you body release its pain, pleasure and your very soul.

You collapse on the Dean in a blissful darkness.