Chapter 5

As I finish, I note that Sunny struggles to remain on her toes.

“Please Dr. Samuels, my legs...”

Yes, I’ve forced her to her toes for well over an hour. A simple stress position, the slow torment is something she has not before faced. As stated, known for accepting lengthy floggings, the mental endurance utilized in standing on toes, relief coming only with increased tension on the nose leash, is considerable.

“It is good for you, Sunny. Builds character and stronger legs.”

I otherwise ignore her entreaty, fix myself a drink and take a chair to review my work.

Standing in Sunny’s industrial living quarters is a work of industry. I have assembled the many pipes and fixtures into a frame. There are two sturdy rectangles, each some seven feet long and three feet wide. Four six foot pipes hold one rectangle atop the other to join all dozen lengths. The piping is steel and three inches in diameter making the structure quite strong and heavy. As I envision its use, I become stimulated. Gazing at Sunny’s naked form stimulates more.

“I have to go, Dr. Samuels.”

Yes the girl fidgets, clenching her thighs in obvious discomfort in holding the contents of her bladder. I smile.

“Well, we can’t have you soiling the floor.”

The stained hardwood floor remains from the building’s original usage as a warehouse or whatever. So actually, soiling the floor would be of little consequence. Still I arise and move to the kitchen area of the large single room. In a cabinet I find a basin. I return to Sunny, release her nose leash and have her squat. Her legs quake as stiffened muscles labor to position her pubes over the vessel. I hold it in my left hand, and standing to her rear, reach to her cunny with my right.

“Like this?” her deep voice softening to elicit sympathy.

“You’ll perform for me any way I command,” my reply firm as I part her outer labia.

Despite her need, it requires a moment for her to compose herself. But she soon releases. Such an obedient girl.

I dispose of the basin and return to the chair, Sunny in tow. She reacts to the leash marvelously, quickly learning to minimize painful tension by anticipating my moves. She knows to kneel between my legs. She knows to begin working my zipper... with her teeth. Her elbows remain encumbered as I offer slack on the nose leash.

While Sunny’s face disappears, tongue and lips rummaging within my zipper and underwear, I palpate her back, an expanse of unblemished skin, neckline to where her buttocks cleave. I smile in noting the plump roundness of the two hillocks. Nicely athletic on such a wispy wench. I sigh as her lips find my penis tip, smiling as she lures my engorging organ from its nest.

“You’ll learn to enjoy the frame. Just a few more days.”

My manhood rises and Sunny dutifully engulfs. Fellatio begins in earnest. Sunny’s impressive oral skills contrast her age. Some how, some way, the eighteen year old has the tongue of an aging whore. A lifetime of talent learned in months... convincing truck drivers of their need for her company. From Bulgaria to Britain, Sunny sucked her way across Europe... to her new life.

Yet her guilt is apparent. Arroycoo. Such a thought.

It is without pretense that I once again spend strongly and deeply into Sunny’s gullet. It’s her purpose for being as far as I am concerned. And it seems that I am feeding her. Male seed has become some form of nutrition in Sunny’s world of submission, humiliation and masochism.

I pause in the glow of satiation.

“I will masturbate you,” I calmly announce.

With a girl of Sunny’s ilk, one must offer the proper catalyst. I position a nearby lamp, move her to straddle my knees facing away, then pull down on her nose leash to force her to slump over. My foot catches the end of the leash and continues to tension. Sunny’s torso slowly lowers until her forehead touches the floor between my shoes. Her buttocks are widely parted. I lift one of her feet then the other to place her calves outside the arms of the chair, further parting her thighs and offering unfettered access to her charms.

The lamp burns brightly. Widely spread, held almost upside down, the extreme exposure and humiliation is just what the doctor ordered... Dr. Winthrop Samuels, of course.

“Let’s explore a little, Sunny. Every girl is just a little different...”

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For the third day in a row, thoughts of Sunny come to mind as the afternoon of reviewing reports becomes tedious.

The dichotomy of yesterday’s visit... first the quick but intense pain of adding grommets, the slow stress of standing on toes, the slower pleasure offered as I leisurely masturbated her, upside down, extremely spread and lit up like a statue... brings a smile. Both Sunny’s body and emotions became toys... for me. And I played without compunction.

Sunny’s vagina was tight and responsive. For all the kink, all her oral offerings, Sunny has had limited vaginal penetration of late. I worked her urethral sponge, the so termed ‘G’ spot, and manipulated her clitoris... endlessly. When I finally wanted to bring an ultimate climax, I palpated about her urethral opening, tracing then rubbing my index finger along the ‘U’ shaped erogenous area of which not even most women are aware.

Thighs clenched, vaginal walls oscillated, she ejaculated, wetting my trousers.

I removed my leash, unclipped her elbows and left her as a pile of spent flesh.

Yes, I graciously offered a treat, returning what she has trained herself to offer others without contrition... that is unbridled pleasure. Something about remaining fully clothed and having Sunny expose herself to the extreme, her wet pink love canal glistening under the lamp, brought her need for humiliation to a furious level of satiation.

Time for my cab ride to Ludlow Street. Grommet device at the ready, leash, clamps... Sunny awaits naked in the lobby, dodging arriving building dwellers. I instructed her to be there at 5:30 p.m. I did not inform her when I would arrive.

I will take my time. Perhaps she will meet one of her neighbors...

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