He introduced himself as Taylor. He wasn't my usual type, save for the long, luxurious hair. The black curls brushed his waist and draped over his left eye. I could tell he wanted pain…he craved it. None of my men, up to this point, have been masochistic. Submissive, yes; masochistic, no. Taylor wanted pain with every ounce of his being. I was happy to oblige, but couldn't see where the challenge lay.
"I want pain. I want you to hurt me. I can take anything you throw at me." He looked very sincere. I wondered if he had any idea what he was getting into. His masochistic cockiness, however, won me over and I soon didn't care.
Once we were back at my place, I escorted him to the dungeon. The stench of cooked flesh had finally dissipated, but the floor of the cage was charred permanently. I watched as Taylor became increasingly aroused by the dungeon equipment. He walked to the rack and ran his pale hand across the black leather. My pussy tingled as flashbacks of hot wax and tortured screams invaded my mind. He removed his clothing and jumped up on the rack.
"Do as you wish, my Countess." He looked incredibly vulnerable lying back with his arms and legs spread apart.
I was a bit disappointed at first. He was making this too easy for me, but I went along with it anyway. I approached him slowly. He was truly beautiful with his long, black curls and pale skin. His full, silver-painted lips begged to be kissed…and bitten. I loved his androgynous appearance. I ran my fingers across his stark-white cheek.
"I know about you. I know you are the one who lures men to their deaths." I quickly pulled my hand back.
"I wish to be your permanent toy. I don't wish for death, but, should I die under your hand, I would love nothing more than for you to continue to desecrate my lifeless body."
I smiled. This young man was presenting me with a prospect I had never considered before. I studied his face. It was full of nothing but sincerity and want. Without saying a word, I strapped him to the table. Then I locked his legs into the stir-ups, leaving his ass completely exposed.
I coated my arm up to the elbow with Vaseline, and, without warning, shoved it deep inside his ass. His pain-filled screams were music to my ears as I forcefully fucked him, my hand closed in a fist. It wasn't enough for me. I pulled out to the wrist and slid the other hand in too, touching my palms flat together. His screams intensified as I pressed my fingertips together and forced my palms apart. He screamed and bucked as flesh ripped open. Blood trickled down the crack of his ass and formed a pool on the table under him. I withdrew my hands and wiped them off.
"Is this what you wanted? Is this the pain you so desperately sought from me?" I stroked his tear-streaked face. Much to my surprise, he nodded.
"Yes, my Countess……yes." His voice was hoarse now, almost a whisper. He truly enjoyed this!
I attached two electrode wires to his nipples and then crawled on top of him. I moaned as I felt his rather large cock slide deep inside me, filling me. He raised his hips as I started to grind on him. When I sensed he was on the edge of orgasm, I pushed the button to the wires. His body spasmed violently as thousands of volts pulsed through him. I came in a torrent of multi-orgasms, fueled by his convulsions. Within seconds, it was over. But this one, I would not dispose of.