64

It was their experiment. A beginner's lesson in D/s, a test trial so to speak. Just to see what it might be like, you know. Coin toss. His rules.
It started, much as their fun had always started, with a karada tightly laced up and down and through her body, her legs. He placed the bag in front of her. "Pick." he said. She drew a slip of paper on which was a number. "64." she read. "All right then, 64 strikes with the belt and 64 minutes of being kept on the edge of coming." He gently placed a blindfold over her eyes, brought her hands behind her back and tied them securely. He bent her silently over the bed. And he left the room.
Heart racing, breath rapid, she rested on the bed mind already beginning to float. She heard him approach and open the drawer for the things, their things, naughty things that she'd never imagined buying let alone using. She blushed.
She heard the belt unbuckle and the slow whoosh of its release. He gently, barely, slowly ran the loop of it, leather and cool over her ass. "You look amazing." he said and then he struck.
Heat, red, stinging, heavy, pounding, raw, no sight but bright lights flaring in her eyes, gasps, panting, pain and radiating pleasure, amazement pride and humilation all at once, tears and wetness from her spittle, and animal noises leaving her throat before she even knew she'd made them.
It went on.
Smooth cool hands stroked gently over her searing flesh.
"Shhhhhh." he said.
He unbound her hands and moved her slightly onto her side. "I'm going to tie you to the bed now." he told her.
Stretched point to point, rope snaking over her arms and legs, round the posts, between her legs, her body shaking with adrenaline and lust, smelling of sweat and juice, he kissed her mouth. "I'm setting a timer now. Sixty four minutes." Click. Ticking noises entered her ears and she was like a bomb he was going to set off.
He kissed her again, nipping and licking slowing at her lips, her body straining and arching at the ropes. His hands roamed her body as her mind slowing began breaking its own bonds, no holding back.
He saw her rocking her pelvis against the clit knot so prominently placed and said, "You can keep doing that if you like. I won't stop you, but I will make it difficult for you." She felt a small metal chain drag up her leg, across her pelvis, then against her stomach, working its way beneath the belly knot. The clamps.
So quickly they were applied and the tension was such that if she rocked her hips to press against the knot, the chain was pulled tight and her nipples shrieked in pain.
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick went the timer as he kissed and licked and stroked her body.
"Let's heat you up a little, shall we?" he asked. She heard him open a bag and make scraping noises and she began shaking her head back and forth. "No," she said.
"Yes." Ginger wafted through the air. He gently lifted the clit knot from her pelvis and rubbed fire directly onto her, into her, which exploded with heat and sting and felt like pain and lust rolled together. She cried out and thrashed on the bed, nipples pulling, pelvis on fire, pulling her hands and legs against hemp smelling herself her need and hearing her breath. A hand on her belly.
"Be still." Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, buzz, buzz, buzz and the vibe was hooked into the rope sending shivers running through the restraints over her pussy onto her asshole.
She moaned not caring, more kissing, more touching, vibe running over the rope, over her lips bringing her so close, but then he'd pull it away, her mind reeling.
"Do you want to come?" he asked.
"Of course I do, oh god yes" she said.
"You still have 37 minutes to go."
The groan she let out was low and angry and full of need.
It went on and on. It went on like that as the clock made its ticking sounds and as waves of pleasure and pain washed over her body, as she was touched by knives, by silk, by lips, with cock in her mouth, deep in her throat, the burning on her clit, with that damn vibe directly over her cunt almost close enough, almost but not quite.
It was forever and it went on.
Slowly, he shifted and the vibrator came into direct contact, her noises were unmistakable, a keening wail from deep inside, her body struggling not to lose connection with its happy buzzing, he dialed up the intensity.
"Do you want to come?" he asked again. Tick, tick, tick, tick,
"Yes, yes, yes!" she moaned completely beside herself
"3, 2, 1" he began.
Ding.
She convulsed and he bit down on her breast as her pelvis rocked and shuddered through massive contractions. She screamed and came again more powerfully as he worked his fingers and then his cock inside of her.
It went on and on and on.