"I'm rubbing the blade of my hand in the swamp between her open labia. I'm surprised to find so much warm cream. My hand slides and glides, though it runs into the rough knot at the apex of her cunt. At my nod, Jai gets behind Starling and gathers the end ropes, pulling them tightly together in his hands so that Starling is somewhat pinned in place.
'Look in the mirror!' I shout at her."
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[Warning: As opposed to light kink, this content is pretty strong BDSM...
Here's part 4:]
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Stunned for a second, she does. Then as quickly looks away, shudders, hangs her head.
"No," I press. "Look again. Take a good look."
I grab her head in my hands and force it around so it's straight on to the mirror. "Look!" I shout.
This time, eyes lowered, she refuses me.
I crank up the juice on my training rod and tap it to her wide cunt.
She screams and jumps, and her breasts, flanks, rolls of flesh all spasm independently in a shivery chaos.
"Look at yourself!" I shout harshly.
She is regrouping. I give her time. Her eyes are full-on teary and she is using them to deter me. Rather than looking at the mirror, she is looking into my eyes. "Please," she whispers in a breathy voice that shudders.
Eye to eye I endure those dark, suffering pools. I am almost unnerved. I almost want to stop the training and just hug her to me. But I call back my original motives. And I recall the harsh language with which she puts down her beautiful body. I think of her dreaming about being these silly actress/model types, vapid waif-like husks who don't turn me on one tenth as much as her hot, pink, robust and fleshy beauty does. This gets me piqued again.
"You will look at yourself in the mirror if we have to stay here all night and all day tomorrow. You will piss and shit yourself right here, if you force this, while Jai and I both watch you debase yourself. You also debase yourself by not looking in the mirror."
She is sobbing now. Jai shifts. He's a little leery. Being outside the relationship, he's not sure where the boundaries are. For him, it's starting to feel too intimate. I can tell.
"Look at yourself," I whisper into Starling's ear. Lovingly.
She looks up, slowly, looks in the mirror, sobs harder.
"That's right," I say, patting her soft round ass flesh. "Keep looking."
She looks through tears.
"That's right. You're not Angelina Jolie. You're not Halle Berry. You're Juliette, my Starling, and you're beautiful." I'm squeezing her bound breasts as I say this and she watches it happen, in the mirror, still obedient but sobbing.
"So, so beautiful," Jai says. "Your big breasts make me stiff," he adds. We are both at her sides looking at the mirror image of her. I start to knead one breast. Jai takes his cue and kneads the other.
"Repeat after me," I say softly in her ear. "Beautiful breasts."
She sniffles.
"Don't make me have to punish you now that we've come this far."
"Beautiful breasts," she repeats.
"Fat, beautiful breasts," I say to her. She repeats it.
I run my hands over the ropes, up and down the flesh of her midriff. "My soft, fleshy belly makes men hot."
"Ray!" she protests.
"Say it," I tell her. "My soft fleshy belly makes men hot."
"I hate it," she mumbles.
I let go of her. She freezes.
I take up the wand. "Do not look away," I tell her. "I want you to see how beautiful you are when you're being punished. And if you look away, I will crank up the pain and we shall be here a long time."
Then I add, "Jai is watching, too. He sees how beautiful you are, plus how stupidly you deny it. And how badly you deserve to be punished."
Now my Starling is no pain pig. She's actually more about submission and fantasy. I have taken fantasy away from her. Even if she likes to take pain for me, she likes to do it in the dark, in the body of someone she pictures in her mind. I have stripped her of that escape. Here, it is just my Starling and the raw pain, and her bound, naked flesh -- her flesh, alone.
Since she doesn't quite consciously know this about herself, she has thought she could take the shock pain. But I slap the wand up her cunt and a quick one, two on each breast and she is howling like a dog. I give her space to process.
"I will not hold you or touch you until you do as I say. I will not make love to a woman who thinks she is too ugly to love…
[To be continued…]
