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panties.
    “Damn, that’s hot.” He seemed mesmerized by
her breasts that were pushed up high, and didn’t seem to notice the
riding crop in her hands until she was standing over him. “Be kind
to me, Mistress,” he said in a teasing tone.
    She brought the crop down lightly on one of
his thighs then used it a little harder and a little harder yet.
She loved that he didn’t make a sound. No matter how hard she used
the crop, he just watched her without flinching.
    “My, my you’re tough.” She climbed up onto
the bed and knelt with her hands to either side of his head. Again
he seemed transfixed on her breasts that were nearly spilling out
of the corset. She reached down and grabbed his balls and squeezed.
Hard.
    His gaze moved from her breasts to her face,
the only indication that he felt something. She held onto his balls
and smiled. “I want your complete attention, do you understand
that?”
    “Sure.” His expression still showed no sign
that she might have been causing him any pain. She squeezed harder.
No change in the way that he was looking at her. Not a twitch of a
muscle or a vein bulging on his forehead. Nothing. “I’m all yours.”
Even his voice was clear with no hint of pain.
    This might call for more drastic
measures.
    She eased off of the bed and returned to her
bag of tricks. She pulled out some of her favorite instruments of
torture. Clothespins tied to twine.
    “I love these.” She returned to him and drew
the clothespins out. They were on rough twine and she watched him
as she slowly started applying the clothespin zipper, one
clothespin at a time, around his balls and even around his cock.
She made it last, putting each one on slowly, making the whole
thing an erotic torture.
    Except that it didn’t seem like torture to
him. He didn’t even wince. Most guys were whining and sniveling by
now, but Rick was taking everything she dished out.
    She loved it.
    Wimps and men with baggage were such a
turn-off. She’d dumped men for begging and whimpering.
    “How do you like this, big man?” She kept
hold of the end of the twine as she moved up enough that she could
brush her lips over his. Then she raised her head, gave a devious
smile, and pulled on the string, ripping away the clothespins like
a zipper.
    As she watched his face she thought she saw a
tic in his jaw, but she wasn’t sure. She kissed him again then went
back to her bag.
    Next she chose silver clover nipple clamps.
She climbed onto the bed and moved up and knelt between his thighs.
“These might pinch a little.” She clasped one on each of his flat
nipples. “They might not hurt so much at first, but—” She tugged on
the chain connecting the clamps and they automatically tightened
when they are pulled. Still no obvious reaction. “Every time this
is pulled, the tighter the clamps will get.”
    “Got it,” he said and winked, and she shook
her head.
    When she went back to her bag, she bypassed
the ball gag and took out a pair of red panties and a nylon
stocking. Yelling didn’t seem to be something she had to worry
about other guests in the resort hearing as she played with Rick,
but she liked the idea of using her panties as a gag. The man was a
definite challenge.
    She stuffed her panties into his mouth and
wrapped the stocking around his head four times through his mouth
and tightened it keeping the panties in place. She looked down at
him and smiled. His eyes were heavy lidded and she knew he was
turned on without him saying a word. Then she picked out a length
of thin rope and went back to the bed and moved between his thighs
again.
    “This won’t hurt, much.” She started tying up
his balls with the rope, winding it around his ball sac. Round and
round she wound it between his cock and his balls, separating and
stretching his balls down and further from his body. They hardened
like limes.
    His erection remained hard as she played with
him. “You love all of this, don’t you,” she stated.
    As he silently