The Greatest Lie Part 7

Then my nerves exploded, as my ass and cock were tickled with a million feathery fingers. I was overcome with sensation, and convulsed with over-stimulation as the feather duster explored my tush, my armpits, breasts and cockette. I was cooing with pleasure, and moaned "Oh, that feels so good" for the gratification of my master. He removed my earplugs, and spoke: "Now we begin your purification. This is pleasure; put it in your past, and learn to love pain." Suddenly, I felt white hot, biting pain on my nipples as a cruel clamp attached to each, and then another to my slender cock head and finally an excutiating clamp attached to one of the tight folds of my rectum. "Oh please, no, master, that hurts so much." "Shut up, slut," came the abrupt reply, accentuated by the smack of a thick paddle on my buttocks.

After the caressing feather duster, the paddle was a brutal blow that lit my buttocks afire. I writhed in pain, and twisted the vicious clamps, which then bit my tender flesh even more cruelly. Now each clamp was twisted, as if something was being attached, and I felt to my horror a slender wire drape over my thigh. I bit into the leather of the ottoman, but I could not suppress my cries as the first bolts of electricity surged between my erogenous zones, now each transformed into a torture site. When the current subsided, I was crying and I sobbed "Please, no more master, I can’t stand it." "Shut up, slut, we must purify your polluted soul."

"Please, I beg you, master ." I got no further before a harsh gag was placed over my mouth. Crying always makes me get stuffed up. Now I regretted my tears, which had congested my nose and blocked my breathing. I struggled to regain my breath, but I could not get enough air. Another surge of voltage fired through my bottom and my breasts, searing them with pain. Involuntary tears filled my eyes, and my breathing became even more labored. "You will not complain about pain: You will accept it, and learn to love it.