“Are we talking about what I think we’re talking about?”
He rolled his chair closer and says, “Well, your cheeks are certainly a pretty shade of pink right now.”
What. Is he speaking in riddles? I wanted to make sure before expecting something like that to happen.
“Ok. I’m… still not quite sure that I’m following you.”
He cocked his head, smiled and replied softly, “I believe that you’re following me just fine.”
His directness, the lustful look in his eyes… it hit me right between the legs and made me shrink a little.
I was getting really excited and nervous at the same time. So, I tried breaking the tension by glancing up towards the wooden phalluses again, imagining myself marching around Komaki Japan in a tiny sumo belt, penis-pop in hand…
“Cerise, stay with me. It’s okay. Just relax.” He said in a soothing voice while massaging my leg, just above the knee.
It wasn’t really helping me to relax. The sexual energy had built up so much, and it had been so long since I had sex, that my hands shook around him. The spot he massaged had radiated up to my pussy, making me immediately start to get wet.
He continued, “We’ll work through it together, ok? Listen, I will offer you guidance while helping you explore these feelings and behaviors.”
I just nodded.
“So, describe those desires to me, in detail. Tell me why you want this pain. If you’re embarrassed, wear this blindfold. Maybe that will help you to relax and open up.”
It was dark turquoise satin and looked almost like an eye mask, but with two long pieces of sheer turquoise fabric attached.
I always sleep wearing an eye mask. I can’t sleep without one and I have many of all colors from different places I’ve visited around the world. Whenever I want to shut the world out I tie one on. And when I want to get myself off I’ll usually tie on my dark blue blindfold.”
Everything went black and I was surprised to hear the low throbbing, etherial music of Trentemøller begin to play softly around the room.
I smiled… knowing that Dr. Katsumi Muramoto would indeed be doing something intimate with me.
I say to him almost in a whisper so he would have to come closer, “I think I like the pain because I can reeeeeeally feel my lover. And I know that my lover really feels me too. But, I’m not sure why… it started. I don’t know why or how I get a physical release from the pain or being forced. I don’t really know.”
I could hear Dr. Muramoto breathing.
“Why do I want a man to climb on top of me and force me down… bruise my wrists in his hands… pin me down, and… bite me soooooo hard that I cry… and I like for him to know…”
Dr. Muramoto was gently opening my thighs and getting onto his knees between them.
“…that he’s hurting me.”
I felt his hands on both sides of me and he said, “Why, Cerise… Why do you like it? Why do you need to hurt like that?”
I thought really hard, but the reason wouldn’t reveal itself. Maybe his presence was distracting me. His breath in my hair, his scent… I don’t know.
“I don’t know why.”
He slid his fingers into my hair and grabbed a thick handful. I gasped, taken by surprise.
Then he pulled my head back just slightly, making my eyes water, and whispered, “Why don’t you know?”
I wanted to say something substantial, but what? “I, ahhh… I’m trying. I’m trying to think.” He had my head tilted to a fixed position, in his firm grasp.
He dragged his lips from the underside of my chin down around to the nape of my neck, while reaching his hand up my dress, to my white satin panties and began dragging his fingertips over the bump between the lips of my pussy and my panties were getting soaked.
Then he bit down hard into the most sensitive area near the base of my neck.
I cradled his head against me, gasping and crying. His jagged incisors were piercing my skin and a few tears rolled down my cheeks, staining the blindfold. I began to gasp more and more.
He whispered into my ear, “Any idea?”
I whispered, “Maybe.”
And he slid a finger in through the side of my panties and into me, and realized just how wet I was. Drenched.
“You’re pussy is soaked. Come down here, Cerise. Come over to this mat for me.”
I lift the corner of the blindfold to see a mat on the floor. And he lifted me up by my ass and slid me into his lap.
“Now, crawl over to the mat.” He ordered me, softly but firmly.
I did what he said, crawling out of his lap and over to the mat. Then he stops me, by grabbing a handful of my dress, just as I’m at the center, on all fours.
“Open your legs wider.”
And he lifts the edges of my dress up over my hips, exposing my ass and begins gliding his lovely, naturally tan hands around my ass cheeks, working his hands over my bare parts, then pulling my white satin panties to the side so that he could smell my glistening pink pussy.
And he was smelling me as I lowered my head and lifted the corner of the blindfold to see him massaging his cock through his pants with his muscular brown hand while biting his lower lip. He really wanted to fuck but he was taking his time. He had his own idea of how this will play out.
I saw the dark, wet streak forming on the crotch of his pants. And I wanted to feel him enter and plug me up.
He unbuttoned his pants, reached in and his stiff, swollen brown cock sprang out. The lovely, ripe, ruddy-colored head bobbing in the air, like a giant, succulent cherry… as he squeezed and kissed my left asscheek while gently tugging himself… and then he bent over and bit down hard into the center of my left buttock.
I braced myself for the pain but God could he bite hard with those powerful jaws. I cried aloud as his mouth kept a steady grip, teeth starting to break through skin and more tears rolling down my cheeks, caught by the satin fabric.
“Ahhhh… Ok, ok… please. Pleeeeeeez…” I begged.
He released my sore flesh and wiped the drool from his mouth while holding my hips steady with one hand.
He paused to gently and sweetly massage my hips and go lower, softly massaging my clit, making me melt and begin to moan.
Then he sat upright, grazing all of his fingertips over the sensitive skin of my buttocks… and without seeing or knowing what was coming, I suddenly felt his hand come down with, what seemed to be all the strength a man could possess, to leave such a shocking sting as it sent shockwaves splintering up through my pelvis.
My mouth fell open but there was no sound. It was such a surprise. I lifted the corner of the blindfold and looked back to see his other hand coming down on the other side. I screamed right as I felt the impact.
“Do you know, Cerise? Can you tell me why?”
I lost my voice and struggled to speak, “I uh. I just… maybe…”
And he pulled my panties to the side and slid a finger snugly into me. “Oh, you are tight. It has been a while since you were last penetrated.”
He was right. I had tried not to even think of sex for a several months, ignoring my dildo and getting myself off with a finger as silently as I could during the night, next to the man who no longer wanted me.
I had hoped things would change but whenever I mentioned breaking up he would storm off angrily.
Recently, when I had tried to ease my dildo into me, it took so long that I gave up and went back to my fingers.
Now my therapist, Dr. Muramoto, would be fingering me to help ease the way for his cock to fit. But at least I was wet, dripping wet.
And he wouldn’t be wasting anymore time… If I wanted pain he would deliver it.
So he grabbed hold of my hips and pulled me back towards him and quickly worked my panties down and off.
Then he slid that hot, bulbous cockhead of his back and forth between my lips a few times then popped just the head in, working me open for a brief moment.
And just as I began to relax, focusing on opening myself for him…
…he suddenly plunged it in all the way, filling me completely, pushing me much farther open than my pussy was used to… and I wailed loudly. The pain was intense and my head was dropping down to the mat but he instantly pulled me back up onto my hands, sliding out just a few inches… then ramming it all the way home again. I nearly screamed again and began moaning, whimpering as he continued ramming it hard into me.
My thighs trembled, I struggled to stay upright, and he kneed my legs further open even wider and reached his arm around me, now softly massaging my clit. He was teasing me only to bring me pain, again.
So he continued to drive that throbbing, bronzed cock deep into my sensitive little hole that he caused to ache and throb and stretched to it’s limit.
I thought he would become gentler but he continued to slam himself into me, over and over again…
But I never once asked him to stop, even as tears dripped from my chin.
I have no idea how much pain I would’ve taken from his teeth, his hands and his lovely, thick cock.
At one point I began to beg, “Please. Pleeeeeeeez… doctor?” and he slowed down, “Please what, Cerise?”
I didn’t respond… What did I want? …so he pushed my head down to the floor and I thought God this is gonna hurt.
And it did for a minute or so as he continued pumping me hard while I cried quietly, but taking it nonetheless.
Then he stopped abruptly and told me to lay down onto my back.
I was shaking all over, cupping my aching pussy with my hand…
—Continues to Part III