Thursday, April 20, 2017

She pierced his cock cruelly, painfully, and felt immense pleasure.


The company director discovered that the trainee had stolen cash from the cashier, and diverted a check of little value.
She threatened and blackmailed him for weeks, said that if she called the police, he would lose his job, he would be arrested and would never get another job. He was desperate, in panic, he knew that the pastor and the family would never forgive him; besides, he needed his salary a lot, he was in debt and very afraid.
He begged her to forgive him and to lend him the necessary money.

She showed that she had all the evidences that could condemn him, but surprisingly she said she could forgive and still lend him the money to pay his debts if he agreed to be punished by her personally.
She said she would like to torture him, that she would feel pleasure to see him suffer and cry out of remorse for what he had done. This pleasure she would feel would reward the pardon of the crime and the money she would lend him.

He had no way out or alternative, without hesitation accepted the exchange. Spending a night with her suffering and being tortured, allowing her to perform her most sadistic fantasies in exchange for forgiveness.

She was a mature woman, experienced, rich and very elegant, very calm, spoke softly, but very firmly. He could never imagined what she would be capable of.

When everyone had left the company, they were completely alone in the huge offices, she ordered him to open his shirt, to pull down his pants, to sit on the bench, and tied him carefully.
When he was completely immobilized she began to caress his penis, massaging him gently and skillfully. He got aroused, then had a delicious erection, so she tied a string at the base of his scrotum to keep him from wilting and she brought needles and sewing threads.

She began to sew his young and beautiful scrotum and penis as she was stitshing a sock, the pain was unbearable, the boy cried and screamed desperately, but the mistress continued to sew quietly, as if nothing else mattered. No one could hear him, no one would disturb her delight.

He did not believe what he saw or felt. He was desperate. The tremendous pain was mingled with the fear of losing his beloved penis and his sexual potency. He screamed for mercy, cursed the woman, spat at her face while he struggled bootlessly.

He was horrified to notice the smile of pleasure, indifferent to his entreaties, insensible to his pain, imprinted on the face of the woman.

She stuffed needles into his nipples, often pierced his cock cruelly, painfully, and she felt immense pleasure, she turned-on by the sweat, tears, and blood that flowed from the boy's body.

To feel the pleasure of seeing that face wet with tears, drool and sweat, frightened by such cruelty, was far better than any other pleasure. It was priceless.

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