I am torn between the feelings of pain and pleasure. You reach under me and start rubbing my clit. I buck back into you, it hurts, but I do it again. ...ou reach under my chest with one arm putting your hand on my throat pulling me back into you. You slam your dick hard into my ass. It hurts and I cry out. You lean down and breathe into my ear, kissing the side of my face. You ask me who does this pussy belong to, I answer to you. You pull back out until only your head is still in, you slam back. Her elation was again short lived, Jim`s tool was now presented at her lips. she had said, “Do with me whatever you will,” and do as they would they were! His tip was to her mouth back, along her tongue, gently humping against her soft throat tissue, she had little of a view but suddenly was aware of his upper body moving. A red-hot pain roared through her buttocks as the whip struck for that first time, she was inclined to automatically clamp down on the member, fortunately managing to resist. "Linda looked into those gorgeous eyes. She too wanted to feel him, taste him and hold him. Slowly she nodded, licked her lips and said yes in such a way that she wasn't sure it actually came out audibly."Yes.", she said in a firmer voice, trying to sound calm, in control. Jim quickly took care of the check, came around the side of the table and took her hand. As she stood up, she suddenly felt the effects of the three drinks and swayed slightly towards Jim. His arm went around her, bringing. After JoAnne had been in therapy for several weeks, she began talking about "The Devil's Doorstep." David was familiar with all of the sexually oriented clubs in town because at least one of his patients belonged to each of them, but he had never heard of The Devil's Doorstep."It's a pain club," explained JoAnne. "Membership is by invitation only. There's sex and there's bondage at the club, but mostly there's pain."David let the topic drop for the moment, planning to pursue it further.