NOTE- Not my book, but growing up I used to see these naughty image books on my uncle's used book door shelves and couldn't wait for him to drink himself silly so I could read them.  Many had incestuous and or under aged themes. I apologize in advance if the author who would have wrote this in the 50's 0r 60's suggest those themes.

Katie's Pain Lesson

By Craig Esposito

 I live for my senses.  Touch, sound, smell, taste and sight. I am a very sensitive person, Enjoy!


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Chapter 3

"Know what I've always wanted to do, Jason," I asked him on our next date, as I had been thinking a whole lot about what I really wanted when it came to this pain stuff.

In fact, I hardly thought of anything else. It took up a lot of my time. That, and of course, Jason.

"No. What?"

He pulled me to him and gave me a real good hug as his hand slid down to squeeze my tit as I leaned into him and let him have free access to whatever her wanted to play with at the moment.

"I've read all of these crazy books and magazines, you know adult type junk, well, anyway, they all rave on and on about New York City being the mecca of painful porn. Is it true? Can you get anything there? Are they as free as everyone makes them out to be?"

"Well, ah sure. I've been there several times and I'd say that was a fact. Why? What's cooking in that brain of yours now?"

"A shopping spree."

"Huh?"

"A shopping spree, with your money of course."

"Of course. Why can't you shop here?"

"I'd be lucky find a dildo in this town and believe me, I have much more than that on my shopping list."

"Oh, and just what is on this list of yours?"

"Well, that's half the problem. I don't really know what all is available. Which of course is why I want to go to New York. Here, let me show you."

I dug into my purse, where I had stored, a real sleazy adult magazine that was into the leather and pain scene. Granted, the quality wasn't all that great, but it was good enough to make my twat hot and wet as I flipped through it.

"See, this is what I mean. Do they have stuff like this paddle, leather clothing like that," that was a picture of a gal covered in leather, except for tits, pussy and ass.

"How about these? Do they have these leather bras? How about this, what would you call it, anyway?"

"I'd call it a restraining harness. The straps between her legs keeps her open for, well, whatever. The ones around her breasts make them stand out, while the rest holds her in various positions. Vertical, horizontal, twisted, stretched and so on depending on how you hook her up."

"They really have this stuff in stores where you can see it? And try it on for size and all?"

"Sure, if you know where to go."

"And do you? Know where to go, that is?"

"I'm sure I could manage it, why?"

"How's your plastic holding up?"

"No complaints. Why, want to see how much you can charge on them?"

"Well, the thought had crossed my mind. You don't really mind, do you? I mean... well we'll both benefit from it."

"I don't mind at all Kate. You want to go on a shopping spree, we'll go on a shopping spree. How's this weekend sound?"

"Great! Know any places where we can ahh you know, try them on for size and all?"

"I know just the place."

And he did. God, did he ever.

We left right after our last classes on Friday and flew into the big apple by late afternoon, to see all the business types flooding the subway, trains and streets as we leisurely made our way to the place Jason knew about.

It was the pits.

I mean this place actually had dust balls in the corners, cobwebs on the walls and customers who looked like the FBI's most wanted. In other words, it was great!

The merchandise? Well it was all there. And more. I actually had to duck under a leather harness hanging over the isle as my eyes took in every sight. My nose wasn't neglected either. The strongest scent was leather. Closely followed by a strong hint of metallic. And then my fingers did do a bit of touching, too.

As I said, I am a very sensual gal, and boy were my senses ever being stimulated as Jason placed his hand in the small of my back as we slowly made our way all around the five rooms that made up the establishment.

It took us at least a good hour to make our first tour. Jason had told me ahead of time that we would see all that was available before making our first purchase and he was true to his word as I made notes of special placement of articles.

"Okay, Kate, now it's time to buy. Where do you want to start?"

That I had decided the moment we had entered the room that contained harnesses and clothing. Grabbing his hand, I quickly pulled Jason into the room and raised my hand. Pointing my finger, I said, "That."

"That" was a leather harness that encompassed a mannikin to show how it was to be installed. Over tits, forcing them way out and cutting into boobs and chest. A series of straps connected everything togetheróaround neck, arms, waist and thighs. The lower section of leather straps was wedged into ass crack and pussy slit, making all intimate openings vastly available to whatever. There was also a strap hanging down the back that held two massive dildos that could or could not be used in conjunction with the remaining harness.

Each connecting strap also had huge rings attached. Each strong enough to support the average person. There were rings at each upper arm band, each thigh band, at the neck and waist straps, too. Each ring was also large enough to allow a bar or rod to slip through, or to hook a chain or rope too.

Jason smiled. He didn't even wince at the accompanying price tag. But he did pick up the box beneath the display and tuck it under his arm.

My entire body was literally covered with goose bumps.

"Next," was his only comment as he again turned and looked at me to make my next selection.

I was determined to put a dent in his charge cards. Three hours later I succeeded. It took us three trips to carry it all out to the cab.

You should have seen the cabbie's eyes!

We made the slowest trip in a New York cab in history. Of course part of that reason just might have been caused by the fact that Jason again ordered me to discard my top as he tried out several of our purchases right there in the cab.

You know, the cabbie wasn't even offended about not getting a tip at the airport.

He even helped us load up the luggage cart. Then he got his tip.

A tip in the form of using one damned stiff cane on my displayed ass as I leaned over the hood of the cab as others looked on with mixed reactions.

No sir, that cabbie didn't object at all in not getting any extra money. And he sure as hell laid into my ass. I mean, I could hardly even sit on my ass as we drove back to Jason's.

But I was far from complaining.

There was also the fact that I didn't sit on my ass all that much. No, most of the time my face was plastered against Jason's cock and my ass was in the air after we reached his Vet. Totally bare I might add for those interested.

It was quite late when we finally arrived at his house, but neither of us had any desire to go to bed. Well, at least not to sleep that is.

After dropping the final bag on the floor in a corner, Jason was past the point of patience. He grabbed the bag he wanted, dumped it on the floor at my feet and told me in no uncertain terms to get into it.

ëIt' being my first selection of the harness.

With cool fingers I quickly removed the remainder of my clothing, discarding them in a heap, and stood very eagerly in front of him for him to harness me.

To say that my pussy was wet would have been the understatement of the century, but when he fastened the first strap around my neck I was in total flood stage. I got wetter with each successive strapó around waist, arms and thighs.

I was actually shaking when he began to entrap my bloated boobs between the leather straps. And God, when he began to tighten them, well, there is no way to deny it, I came.

Right there standing in front of Jason as he adjusted them to me, I came.

My legs almost gave up support of me. I know for a fact that they were literally quivering. Right along with my clit, cunt and asshole. Hell, why pull punches. I was a goner. In fact Jason actually held some of my weight as he pull the straps tighter as my legs resembled an up and down yo-yo.

Jason wasn't the least bit put out though.

No, he just kept fastening strap after strap, sometimes holding me, sometimes not, depending on the strength of my legs until I was securely encased in every blessed strap.

Talk about a rippled body. Mine was. Each strap was digging in as deep as it could. Boobs oozed over straps, as did arms, waist, ass, cunt and tights. Fingers and toes were turning numb. But the rest of me was firecracker hot and ready to explode some more as he walked around me. Believe me, he gave me a very thorough look-see.

I also know for a fact that he liked what he saw.

His solid cock was proof enough to verify that statement as it pressed against his zipper. And of course there was the smile that just wouldn't go away from his face, too.

Oh yes, we were both very pleased with the harness and raring to experiment with it. And with me of course, too.

I got an inkling of Jason's idea when he pulled out a very long rod and slipped it through the ring at the back of my waist. His words of, "Stand up on the bed," told me the rest. And sure enough, a few minutes later I was swinging back and forth at the end of his bed by my waist as the harness really dug into my gut. I mean really dug in as he cuffed my wrists to the rod and began to lengthen a spreader bar between my feet.

No doubt about it, I sure as hell wasn't going to be going anywhere for quite some time. I also picked up on the fact that I could be rotated into any position with a flick of his hand on the spreader bar attached to my ankles. No sir, no doubt about it at all.

I had come to that conclusion before he picked up my specialized paddle.

A scant few seconds later I was hanging upside down. I had an excellent view of his pillows on the bed, which just naturally made my harnessed ass face Jason and my paddle as my feet were clipped to one of the numerous rings on the bed posts.

I don't know which of my senses was flooded first. My sense of touch or of sound as he laid one damned hefty swat into my upside down ass. Both were definitely registered, let me tell you, right along with the added sound of me screaming my damned head off as I hung upside down.

If you have never been into the submissive scene, let me tell you that a paddle landed on a leather spread ass crack is quite a sensation. A damned painful one. But then there were compensations.

I came like a banshee with the first landing.

And with each successive one thereafter, too.

I mean, let's face it. My body had absolutely no where to go. I was trapped, strung out, pulled, and squeezed. All I could do was sway a bit with each one landed. Sway and come that is, which is what I did until he finally unhooked my ankles and I again rotated to a somewhat horizontal position hanging from my waist again as I struggled just to breath.

When Jason stood up on the bed behind me and jammed his cock up my spread pussy I even forgot to breath. But I sure as hell didn't forget how to come as his cock was a very firm wedge up my sucking pussy as I rocked back on forth on the rod holding me in place.

His hands dug into her harnessed tits, pinching my rock hard nipples as my pussy pulled him even deeper in me.

God! what a fuck. It was out of this world. The combination of pain, bondage and fucking was devastating on all of my senses. Each sense was totally alive: touch had shattered nerve endings to register, sound was our combined grunts and groans, sight was viewing my bound body, smell encompassed our sweating bodies and sex juices, I even tasted the salt of sweat on my lips. All were registering erotic messages that turned my climax into a multi one that I reveled in with each thrust of his swollen cock into my willing body.

I screamed my damned head off in passion and mixed pain as I hung there. His hands dug into me. His cock pounded. Sweat stung my paddle heated ass. Then he was coming. Filling me to overflowing. Triggering even harder spasms of lust and passion.

With his last spurt of man juice up my very receptive body, Jason pulled away from my hanging body and stepped off the bed.

"Don't go away, I'll be right back."

Right. As if I could go anywhere bound as I was.

Tearing eyes watched his form walk out of the room and on their return trip across the room caught sight of my reflection in the mirror. Jesus Fucking Christ was I ever something to see!

Black leather straps all over me. My hanging hair did little to hide the straps cutting into and separating my bloated boobies. The supporting waist strap looked like it was severing me. The thinner straps going between my legs held my puffy pussy lips wide apart as they did my ass cheeks.

I mean I was totally open in that area that just happened to show ample evidence of recent activity. Then of course there were the straps on my legs and the bands to my ankles holding me to the spreader bar. And a bright red ass trimmed by the straps showed vividly against the whiteness of the rest of my bound form.

Yep, I was quite a sight all right. And raring to go for round two. Or three or twenty.

I wondered where Jason had gone off to, hoping he wouldn't be gone for long as I slowly swayed to my attached rod.

Blowing a strand of hair out of my mouth I heard voices approaching. Recognizing that fact, I gave them my full attention.

"Yes, sir," came a female voice.

"I want to give her a good demonstration of the things we got, for future reference."

"Perfectly understandable, sir."

That voice I recognized as good old Charles, his valet who had paddled my ass on a previous occasion. As the three of them entered the room I recognized Betsy, the maid whose ass Jason had pinched my first night there. Obviously it was going to be a very special night for me.

I smiled at them as they entered. I really couldn't help it. I was too damned excited not to. Maybe I'd get my first, hopefully the first of many, tastes of female loving, along with being double teamed by good old Charles and Jason to boot.

Oh, yea, the possibilities were endless as I swayed before them at the end of Jason's bed locked in my harness.

"Oh my, oh my," came from Betsy as her eyes opened to their widest upon seeing me decked out in my new toy. Her eyes make a quick rotation around my body, stopping for a telling pause at my blistered, strap opened ass. No doubt what captured her attention.

Charles just smiled his enduring smile and let his eyes take of full perusal of all I had to offer. He was well acquainted with my ass from my previous paddling and he nodded his head when he saw it was again well warmed. But he seemed to pay particular attention to my bluish titties as they hung down between the straps.

Oh, yea, the possibilities were endless indeed.

"Hi," I greeted them with a smile. "Come to join the fun?"

"Yes, miss," came from both Betsy and Charles at the same time. Betsy gave me a bobbing curtsy as Charles gave a slight bow in my direction. How about that, I thought, very polite servants.

"Betsy, unpack the rest of the bags and set out our purchases for selection and use," Jason instructed her as he pointed to the bags carried to the room upon arrival earlier.

"Yes, sir. In any particular order, sir?"

"No, random will do for now. When you are finished, please remove your clothing."

"Yes, sir, as you wish."

Those words, spoken by both Jason and Betsy, spoke volumes. What few doubts I had had concerning Jason and Betsy getting it on together were vanished forever.

I couldn't help but smile at that conclusion and the others I was making as Charles began removing his jacket and rolling up his sleeves. Of course he kept his black vest on, which for some reason, excited me like hell.

"I think we should start with an experiment in expansion, don't you Charles," Jason asked as the two of them approached my bound body.

"Of course, sir. The possibilities must be examined. To the fullest, sir?"

"I believe so. After all, we will need the knowledge for future use, won't we."

"Correct, sir. The spreader bar attached to the ceiling for easy accessibility, sir?"

"Sounds reasonable to me. Take care of it, will you?"

"My pleasure, sir."

I was fairly sure what their words entailed but when Charles took a length of rope from a nearby dresser and slid it over a hook in the ceiling about four feet in front of me, I was sure of what was to happen.

A quick loop of the end of the rope slid around the hook and he pulled it snugly. The other end he brought to the spreader bar holding my ankles apart. He looped it over the bar and began to pull. Naturally my feet and body followed as my feet went up and my head went back. The rod behind my back attached to the strap around my waist made me arch as my feet rose higher and higher.

Charles was no slouch. He pulled that damned rope as tight as he could. My feet reached for the ceiling as the rest of my bound body laid over the rod at my back. My head hung down, elbows flopped in the air but my bound wrists to the rod keep them from going far. My strap opened pussy and ass was facing the center of the room as I began to contemplate their words about the experiment in expansion.

My guess?

Soon both pussy and asshole would be introduced to the variety of dildos we had charged to Jason's plastic. Turning my head in Betsy's direction I looked at them lined up across the top of one of the dressers.

Quite a sight, they were.

I had gone a bit overboard in grabbing dildos at the sex shop, selecting a good dozen of them in assorted colors, styles and sizes, with and without simulated balls. Each and every one of them paraded across the dresser. Each looked eager to work as designed.

In me!

What a thought!

Betsy must have thought so too, as I noticed her hands caressing several of them as she went about her assigned chore of emptying the shopping bags. The crinkle of paper, the clink of items being placed on available surfaces, and her handling of them informed me that Betsy was eagerly looking forward to upcoming events.

So was I.

Placing the last article on a table, Betsy began to disrobe. I noted that it didn't take her long to accomplish that task, showing years of practice as the flimsy maid uniform was quickly removed, followed by hoses, garter belt and shoes.

What a body!

A very colorful body at that.

Betsy was a short gal, but what she had was dynamite. Big titted. Huge nipples, I mean it was a good three inches from the end of her nipples to the cream colored tit flesh. I had never heard of such big nipples, let alone seen any that big. They really drew the eyes to them, that and the marks, too.

Narrow waisted. Slender legs. A tight but flared ass, just a colorful as her tits.

Her creamy skin really showed the marks she possessed. And she had an abundance of them. Marks that is. My red ass was nothing compared to her body. So caught up in looking at her marks, I took me a few seconds to notice a sight that really excited me.

Betsy's pussy was bare. Not a hair was in evidence, and as I strained to see it better, I couldn't even detect a telltale sign of stubble. She had no hair. None.

But she did have a ring through her clit!

"Damn!" I blurted out upon that discovery. I was too shocked not to. A ring through her clit! How had I missed that for so long?

It was no dainty little thing either. That sucker was a good two inches across, forcing her pussy lips to remain constantly opened and flared and accessible. She also had a damned large cit.

Huge nipples. Huge ring-pierced clit. Damn, what a lucky bitch Betsy was, I thought as I gave very serious consideration of having my clit ringed too. Unfortunately I hadn't bought any on my shopping spree with Jason.

But I sure as hell tucked the idea away in my mind for the future as my attention was jerked away from Betsy by the actions of Jason and Charles.

Each was using his fingers at my cum filled slot and I gave them my full attention.

"Looks like you enjoyed yourself, sir. Quite a discharge."

"Yes, it was a good one. It is also a bit of a mess. Betsy, come here and clean this up, will you?"

"Yes, sir. My pleasure." She instantly walked toward us, big nipples bobbing and clit ring gleaming with each step. Her face was framed by my spread legs as she licked her lips in anticipation. "Speaking of my pleasures, sir, is it possible?"

"No problem. Charles would you like the honors?"

"Thank you, sir," then turning to Betsy, he added, "Why don't you make your selections then get to your cleanup job?"

"Yes, Mr. Charles."

I was a bit baffled at that exchange but it soon was clarified as Betsy turned back to the dresser, picked up a flared crop, came back, handed it to Charles, bent forward and took my leaking pussy in her mouth.

I jumped, well arched is more correct, at her first contact. A second later the unmistakable sound of leather cracking into flesh filled the room, followed by a moan that could only be interpreted as passion and that moan vibrated all the way up inside of me.

A quick rearrangement of my head to the side and I saw what the hell was going on.

Charles was whipping Betsy's pushed back ass as she drove her mouth into my cunt. So much for the pervious baffling exchange. Obviously Betsy's pleasure was to get her ass whipped as she licked me out, and Charles was doing a damned fine job of it too.

I wasn't lacking attention either.

My crotch was at her mouth level and she took advantage of all I had to offer as she offered up her ass for the whip while doing it. Each of her moans was like a shaft of electricity as it vibrated its way up my quivering quam.

Trying to see, feel and know everything that was happening around and to me, I saw Jason's hands at Betsy's hanging tits. His hands were full of dark nipple flesh, pulling them, twisting them, stretching them. It was obvious that Betsy like each and every thing he did to them as her moans increased with each action.

To be truthful, I couldn't give Jason's attention to Betsy my full concentration for the simple fact that I was coming like a steam driven locomotive. My senses were again being flooded with stimuli. The sound of the whip snapping into Betsy's offered ass, of Charles' grunts with each one, with Jason's murmured words as he attended her fat nipples. The smell of sex filled my nostrils. My eyes tried to see all that was happening.

But the sense of touch was dominate. The touch of Betsy's very, very talented mouth, hands, lips, tongue and teeth at my sucking opening. She sucked my clit into her mouth. Teeth nibbled at it, keeping my climax at an extreme level of intensity. Fingers wiggled, jammed and twirled in my track. Her tongue swabbed away all traces of Jason's passion from me until just mine remained. And remained and remained as I just kept flooding more and more into her sucking orifice of extreme delight.

I was jealous of the things being done to her body instead of to mine but I really had no reason to complain. But I am a greedy bitch even when being so well attended to. I wanted the whip to strike me. I wanted Jason's hands on my tits. But in truth I could begrudge her none of her attention, she was taking such excellent care of me.

"Make sure you lube her asshole too, Betsy. We have plans for it and it is virginal and in need of attention."

I heard Jason's words but really couldn't give them my full attention at the moment. But Betsy instantly complied with his instructions as I felt for the first time in my life a tongue at my asshole.

It was fantastic!

I just continued to come with each thrust, wiggle, lick as she forced her way inside my wrinkled orifice. The sound of leather striking flesh continued. Her moans of lust filled passion spiraled up my back tunnel instead of my cunt and I just kept going and going and going.

I must have slipped into a gray haze of passion for when next I was cognizant of my surroundings Betsy was no longer between my legs. Not that that area was unattended.

Even before my head could turn to confirm what my nerves were telling me, I knew that there were at least two dildos up my recently fucked and sucked cunt. And a smaller one was wedged up my virgin asshole and it was buzzing away.

When finally getting my eyes to focus, I learned that Charles was controlling the two in my cunt, driving them in and out of my snatch with abundant skill and Jason was working away at the smaller one in my ass that buzzed each newly touched nerve ending in that cavity.

"Yyyyesssss..." came out of my throat in appreciation to their combined actions.

Suddenly, thinking of Betsy, I forced my head to turn and look for her. I found her easily. She was kneeling at Charles' feet sucking his cock. It took only minimal time to realize that his pumping of the dildos up my cunt matched hers of swallowing his cock down her throat.

Both were moving fast and deep in sinc. On her down strokes her throat literally bulged as her lips pressed into his hair covered groin. Charles pressed the two dildos just as deep inside of me as Jason worked on the one in my ass.

With all that was transpiring it shouldn't take a genius to understand why I was coming yet again as I struggled to remain fully conscious to record all that was happening to all concerned.

Even as I came, I tried to study Betsy's technique at Charles cock, never having mastered the deep throat skills necessary to take a cock all the way down my throat.

I tried to give both Charles and Jason's actions full appreciation, too. Then a change occurred.

The smaller vibrating dildo was no longer up my ass. It was pressed against my inflamed clit and I was seeing stars. A second later I was seeing stars for a different reason.

One of the larger dildos was taken from my cunt and pressed into my ass. It stretched and stretched and stretched. Even covered by my goo the dildo had to fight for entry up my untried opening. Then suddenly the ribbed head made it past my no longer virginal wrinkled opening and popped inside.

I couldn't help it. I screamed.

A scream of combined pain and pleasure as it went deeper and deeper with each passing second. I continued to come, the vibrator at my clit insured that, as did the remaining dildo up my cunt. But my ass felt like it was on fire. A spreading, stretching aching fire that went deeper and deeper as Jason twisted, turned, shoved, pulled and manipulated that huge dildo up my twitching asshole.

Then, as if the scream had released some unrecognized barrier in me, the pain vanished. For several seconds my asshole was numb, then I felt the first tremors of pleasure being registered by my nerve endings and I was off and running again.

"Yyyyesssss..." again came out of my throat in appreciation to their combined actions.

I heard Betsy's sucking noises at Charles' cock and again my world was one of massive exploding pleasures that continued to roll and roll through me.

I felt something cool touch my sucking cunt. It pressed in and was sucked deep. Another dildo was added to the one in my cunty.

Three! Three dildos were inside me as the fourth buzzed away atop my sizzling clit. I was going bonkers. I flipped, flopped, twisted and squirmed in my harness and bondage as my body eagerly accepted all that was offered to it. Both cunt and asshole sucked their offerings. My clit stood up and wrapped around the vibrator like a clinging vine and Betsy's slurps filled my ears.

Betsy's slurps were soon joined by Charles' groans and moans of ecstasy. Turning my head as much as I could, I watched the magic of Betsy's throat take all he had to give her. She was a wizard.

Her throat puffed, swallowed and devoured every last wiggly sperm he had to offer as her hands pinched and pulled her huge nippled tits as she wiggled back and forth on her knees before him. Somehow I knew she was coming too.









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NOTE- Wrote this years ago and just thought I'd share here. Sometimes when you write down your fantasies they lose their strength and or lust but this story kept growing in my mind so I penned it. Not into incest at all but have always been into bawdy, lewd tales for some reason. Not much of a voyeur but love to hear girl's and sometimes guy's (too many lies) first times and naughty adventures. As a director I love talking to the new models about their life and sexuality. Always amazed how they learned about sex and what turns them on. Enjoy!