Cries of Penance by Roxy Harte Read Free Book Online

“Did you cheat on a partner? Lose a bet? Trying to win a bet?”
    I am ashamed of the evil I’ve done, remembering so many screams of agony.
    I’m a bad man. I’ve committed atrocities far beyond the imaginations of this woman. I give her no answers to her questions.
    “Can you serve me loyal y, mutt?”
    “Yes, Mistress.”
    “Are you wil ing to wade the fires of hel to earn the privilege of serving me?”
    “Yes, Mistress.”
    She jerks the chain attached to my col ar, lifting my head, stretching out my throat. Seeing her smile wickedly, I know she is going to hurt me and enjoy doing so, because I recognize the look in her eyes as pure pleasure.
    Minutes later, I am stretched out and tied, standing spread eagle. She seems exceptional y fascinated by my genital piercings and before I know it, I am wired, electricity coursing through my dick and bal s. I think she enjoys my grunts of pain, my screams, because she claps and laughs when I curse her. Morgana raises and lowers the voltage on her whim, making me go up on tiptoe even though my ankles are bound.
    Lowering the voltage to a hum, she lubes me and fucks my ass with her fingers. I don’t expect the mind blowing jolt of pleasure. “Tel me you like it when I finger fuck you.”
    “I like it, Mistress.” I growl, near orgasm.
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    The voltage goes up and I scream, any pleasure I’d felt prior gets ripped away by the agony inflicted on my dick. She is a fast little minion, untying me, changing my position.
    I don’t try to escape. I asked for this.
    She chains me in an impossible position, my col ar anchored at four corners of a smal cage. My arms are stretched wide and manacled. My ankles are lifted into the air and attached likewise. I am balanced in a sitting position on my ass, my tailbone the fulcrum. Am I comfortable? Not a chance. Is she enjoying my discomfort? I would have to guess yes, she is enjoying my discomfort very, very much.
    The front of the cage is opened…at least for now. I am insanely uncomfortable. Spread. Stretched. She attaches wires to my nipple piercings, the ring at the base of my cock, and my tongue piercing. I momentarily wonder about how safe this can possibly be. I struggle, but the effort is wasted. She has me bound more securely than I’ve ever been bound by my enemies.
    She switches on the power, and I am lit up like a Christmas tree. Voltage alternates between tongue and tit and cock, without pattern. Each shock is a distinct painful jolt.
    “Do you like that, mutt? I’l just turn the voltage up a little bit higher.”
    The pain makes me grunt involuntarily. She asks me questions that I try to answer even though the clip on my tongue makes it almost impossible.
    “Do you have a girlfriend?”
    “Nom.”
    “A boyfriend?”
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    “Nom.”
    “Are you in any type of relationship?”
    I shake my head frantical y as the voltage goes up and the pain becomes a relentless rhythm of agony. Time loses al meaning. I cannot relax and even though I know we are in a safe, sane, consensual environment, I begin to feel tortured.
    And then it stops and through a haze of white hot need I watch her stride away.
    She folds open the doors to a wal -mounted cabinet that at first glance is a dreary black and gray mixed-media, which depicts a cemetery scene. I’d thought it only gothic art and didn’t see past the tombstones jutting through swirling fog.
    Inside there is a wide screen monitor. She turns it on and a scene from inside the club rol s, obviously footage from a security camera. She aims a remote at the wal , adjusting the frame until I realize I am watching myself. Flirting.
    “You wish to top her?”
    “Nom.”
    The electricity on my tongue, which has been a low annoying buzz suddenly stings.
    “Fuck,” I say.
    “Funny. She’s a very active submissive in the club. Why else would you be flirting with her if not to get in on some of her action?”
    “My