More Tea On Thursday

More Tea on Thursday

Note: This story is a sequel to the story Tea on Thursday, by Garin le Tortionaire. It is set in the same world, where BDSM is pretty much universal. The main character in this tale is Gabriel Stone, the same male dominant as in the original story. The mistress of the household is Lady Jessica Sharpe. Both of these characters were created by Garin le Tortionaire. I hope he does not mind me borrowing them.

In this alternate reality, to quote Garin le Tortionaire: When you invite someone to tea, well, on several days of the week it's just tea, but Tuesdays and Thursdays are different from the rest. Many years ago someone noticed that the words "Tuesday Tea" and "Thursday Tea” abbreviate to "T.T.", the same initials as "Tit Torture." From then on, it was considered polite, if you invited someone to your house on Tuesday or Thursday, to provide them with a pair of breasts to torture. Thursday was usually intended to be the harsher day of the two, because the "Thurs" part of Thursday was, if you switched the letters around, "hurts."

This story takes place some time after that original tale.

More Tea on Thursday

It had been some time since I began visiting Lady Jessica Sharpe for Tea on Thursday, and I had done nearly everything which a person could do to a pair of breasts without ultimately destroying them. I had subjected her milk-white globes to constriction, tying them tightly up with coarse rope. I had burned them with cigarettes, leaving little black dots all over them. I had run steel skewers through them. I had tortured them with electricity. I was not getting bored of subjecting them to tit torture, but I felt that I did need something new. Therefore, when I went along one Thursday and Lady Jessica Sharpe informed me that she had a new maid, with a set of mammaries as large as hers, I was more than happy to do to this maid what I had been doing to the lady of the house.

“She is only eighteen, but already full in the bust area.” Lady Jessica said. “She is addicted to pain. I must admit to having prepared her for this Thursday, and what I hope will be some very cruel attentions from you. I have had her pumped full of aphrodisiacs, so that she is permanently aroused. But I have also had her visit a very able hypnotist. She does not realise it, but she is under a post-hypnotic suggestion which means that she can no longer orgasm through pleasure. She has not had a single orgasm since becoming my maid. Now she can only cum through pain.”

The idea of a woman only able to cum through pain was something which I found arousing. I decided to make her cum many times, as I was looking forward to torturing this maid. It seemed that Lady Jessica was turned on, as well, as her voice had gone very husky, and I could smell the scent of her arousal on the air.

“There are other modifications to her.” Lady Jessica said. “But I will explain them to you when you see my little painslut.”

“Perhaps we should start.” I said. I think it is time to have some tea – or coffee, this time, if you don’t mind.”

Lady Jessica rang a little silver bell. The maid must have been just outside the door to hear the bell; and she came into Lady Jessica’s lounge after only a couple of seconds. The eighteen-year old slut was dressed in a frilly French maid’s outfit. The top could hardly contain her massive breasts, ones easily the equal of Lady Jessica.

“All real.” Lady Jessica purred. “I don’t hold with things which are fake.”

Her breasts were a slightly odd shape, clearly constricted at the base. Her nipples were also threatening to tear a hole through the top. They were pointing out at least a couple of inches. I could see some metal around the upper surfaces of her massive breasts, clearly constricting them at the base.

“What has she got around her tits?” I asked.

“Slut, show my esteemed guest your breasts.” Lady Jessica said. “That is her name now: Slut. She is under orders not to answer to anything else.”

Slut pulled down the top of her maid’s costume, revealing her breasts in their entirety. I saw that she had shiny metal bands around the base of her breasts, turning them into large balls of flesh. There were tiny little metal rings also constricting the base of her nipples. It was those metal bands keeping her nipples permanently erect.

“There are little computer chips in each of the bands. Don’t ask me too much about the science. But I do know that it means that her nipples will be always erect. The computer chips allow blood in and out of her breasts and nipples, but don’t constrict them so much that any permanent damage is done. She can wear those bands forever – and she will, for there is no way in which to remove them, without somehow cutting the bands off. Slut will have erect nipples for the rest of her life.”

I glanced up from the generous breasts to Slut’s face. Her face had reddened, and her mouth was open, her tongue slightly protruding. It was clear that she was highly aroused. But if what Lady Jessica said was true then Slut could not cum.

“The bands have little metal needles on the inside.” Lady Jessica said. “Just to remind Slut that she is nothing but a slave. Slut, come over here and lift your skirt.”

The maid walked over to stand just in front of where I was sitting. She lifted up her skirt, revealing that she did not have any underwear. She was clean-shaven, of course, as is the custom in my world. Both of her labia had little gold rings through them, one at the top (each side) and one at the bottom.

I noticed that she had had her clitoral hood removed. Her clit was massive, as long as my thumb, and was a reddish-purple colour. I had never seen such a large clit before. It was as aroused as it was going to get. I noticed another metal band around the base of the clit, right at its base, and pinching the flesh cruelly, so that the clit could not possibly get smaller. Slut was going to have a massively aroused clit for the rest of her life.

“Needles in that one as well?” I asked.

“Of course. We don’t want the band slipping off, do we?”

“And you say that Slut can’t cum?”

“Not from pleasure. Test her, if you do not believe me.”

I decided to do just that. I bent forward, and took the clit in my mouth, sucking on it and giving it a good tongue-lashing. The sounds from Slut’s mouth indicated that she was enjoying the attention. But she didn’t come.

“Remarkable.” I said.

“Isn’t it? Slut, we would like some coffee. Use the metal coffee pot. Also, change out of the maid’s uniform. Just a tight corset, and the cunt spreader, I think.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Slut sighed.

While Slut was getting the coffee Lady Jessica and I moved some of our favourite toys into the centre of the room. First off there was a gynaecological chair, a recent purchase of Lady Jessica. Next came the torture implements: an electrical shock machine; a number of whips and canes; various needles and skewers; sandpaper, of varying coarseness; a pear of anguish; a cigarette light and a pack of cigars.

When Slut returned she was naked but for a severe corset, devilishly restricting the slave’s waist. She was carrying a metal tray on which the coffeepot and cups resided. Slut waddled, and I saw the reason for this: she had leather bands buckled tightly around her thighs. tight leather strips went from brass D-rings on those leather bands to the rings through her cuntlips, stretching her labia out. If she spread her legs she would completely and painfully splay her cunt open. Her nether lips would be stretched to the maximum.

Slut put the metal tray down on a mahogany occasional table, situated next to Lady Jessica.

“Shall I be mother?” her ladyship asked. She took my lack of reply as a positive answer, and poured the black coffee into two little coffee cups. There was a sugar bowl and a jug of milk on the tray, but I declined either. I liked my coffee hot and black.

“Bend down.” Lady Jessica said to Slut. Slut bent at the waist, her bulbous breasts almost in Lady Jessica’s face. Lady Jessica picked up the metal coffeepot and held it to the side of Slut’s left breast. Slut squealed in pain, and her face reddened. Lady Jessica moved the coffeepot away. There was a red mark on Slut’s breast where the coffeepot had been. It looked painful, but was only the most minor of burns. I stared at Slut’s face. Her eyes had almost closed, and her breath was ragged.

“Did you cum, Slut?” Lady Jessica asked.

“Yes, mistress.”

“Did I give you permission to cum?”

“No, mistress.”

“A mistake for which you must be punished – as soon as we finish the coffee, that is.”

We were not long in finishing our coffees, with the prospect of inflicting tortures on the beautiful young maid. Lady Jessica had the maid get into the gynaecological chair. The maid was strapped into position, with tight leather straps making sure that the maid could only move her head. Lady Jessica pulled the straps as tightly as she could. Then she moved a leaver so that Slut’s legs were almost doing a ballet splits. I could see the strain on her thigh muscles. Her labia were stretched to the maximum, as I had expected that they would be. Any further and they might have torn. I could see the pink inside of her cunt, totally spread and completely defenceless.

“Perhaps you should start on her luscious milk glands.” Lady Jessica whispered in my ear, her voice throaty again. She was clearly still very turned on by the prospect of me torturing Slut. She would be getting hers later, once I had finished with her maid.

“My thoughts exactly.” I said. I needed no second invitation. I moved over to look at the selection of whips and canes.

I selected a short, plastic cane which I could swing with ease and accuracy, and which would inflict a lot of pain without doing any permanent damage.

“I’m going to make you cum like you’ve never cum before.” I said to Slut. She looked at me in fear, but did not say anything.”

“Slut is under orders not to cum.” Lady Jessica said. “I have told her that, for each unauthorised orgasm, she will spend an hour with the electro-shock machine, with the electricity coming in pulses, but set at maximum. I have found that the maximum setting is, so far, too intense for her to convert to pleasure. It is the one torture which she really fears. She already is due at least an hour on it, for her orgasm when she encountered the warm coffeepot. You, my darling, are of course under no restriction concerning her orgasms. Make her cum from pain. I am interested to see just how many she can have in the space of a session. Slut, each time you have an orgasm you are to shout out the number of the orgasm.”

“Yes, mistress.”

I began caning Slut’s breasts, setting up a rhythm, starting no to painfully, before using stronger strokes. Slut had two orgasms before I decided that her globes had been reddened enough.

There were a lot of items to play with. I turned her bulging breasts into pincushions next. At least fifty long needles went into each breast. The most severe needles I saved for her nipples. The metal was a little jagged, and the heads of the needles were silver, like the shafts of the needles. I had played with such needles before. Silver was the most conductive of all the metals, both in terms of electricity and raw thermal heat.

I buried those two long needles in Slut’s breasts until only half an inch of shaft and the metal heads were showing. At least four inches of metal was buried in her milk ducts.

I put a leather glove on my right hand and picked up the cigarette lighter. The metal was going to get hot, but nowhere as hot as the needle’s in Sluts tits were going to get. I flicked the flame on, and held it first to the needle in the left breast, and then the one in the right.

“No, please…” Slut sighed, when I had been doing that for a couple of minutes. “No… four!”

I continued to move the flame from one needle to another, only stopping when the heads of the needles were glowing red. Slut was screaming in agony by then. But she also screamed out five and six.

“I need to fuck her.” I said. My erection was massive, and I needed to cum.

“Use her throat.” Lady Jessica said. “Here, let me tilt her for you. I’ll work on her breasts with cigarettes while you do that. Time for some Titty Ashtray.”

Lady Jessica adjusted the chair, tilting it back, and adjusting the head rest so Slut’s head was hanging back. I opened the fly of my trousers. Slut opened her mouth, and I entered her, roughly fucking her throat. While I did that, Lady Jessica lit up a cigarette and began to burn her initials into the breasts of Slut: L on one breast, and J on the other. Lady Jessica laughed while she burned the breasts, clearly enjoying marking her slave. She had to keep relighting the cigarette, as these were no gentle bushes with the burning ember, but grinding out the cigarette each time. These were marks which Slut would wear for a long time.

It did not take me long to cum, watching Lady Jessica so lovingly burning slut. I pulled out of Slut’s throat so that I could cum on Slut’s face, half a dozen stringy white trails over her closed eyes, nose and cheeks. Lady Jessica was still working on the J. I would let that spunk dry on the slave’s face. I liked humiliating slaves. I zipped up my flies, and watched Lady Jessica finish burning the hapless slave.

“Seven and eight.” Slut admitted. That must have been while I was raping her throat.”

When Lady Jessica finished burning the J into Slut’s left breast we took a slight pause. I needed to recover my desires; and we were both a little peckish.

“We will work on your cunt and clit next.” Lady Jessica informed Slut, before ringing for refreshments. A tray of patisseries and little cakes was brought by a slave in her forties. I had seen the slave before, although I couldn’t recall her name. She was entirely nude, and bore a small brand – LJ – on her right buttock, marking her out as a slave of Lady Jessica. She had been shaved entirely, so that her head was as bare as her boobs. Her breasts were massive, and pierced behind the areolae. Heavy weights hanging from the rings pulled her breasts down towards her waist. There were fading whip marks covering those ruined breasts. The slave put down the snacks and left without a word.

Lady Jessica and I chatted as we ate the cakes, totally ignoring Slut. But once we finished them we returned to the slave’s helpless body. It was time to give her a few more involuntary orgasms. We both wanted her to suffer; and she would only have herself to blame.

“Time to torture your cunt.” I said to Slut. She whimpered, but didn’t say anything. I picked up a riding crop, and swished it through the air, getting a feel for its weight. Then I began to whip her widespread legs. I worked my way up her left leg, leaving red marks but no blood. Then I worked my way down her right, until both legs had myriad red lines. Suitably striped, I turned my attention to her crotch.

I switched to a small, flexible whip, with a strand no thicker than a bootlace, but made out of black rubber. It meant that I could be more accurate with my blows, making sure that the end of the whip entered between her widespread labia to sting the flesh there. Soon her cunt took on a darker pink. I carried on until I was bored with Slut’s moans of pain. I did not touch her clit yet. By the time I stopped whipping Slut’s cunt her orgasm count was up to ten.

I put a leather glove on my right hand, and picked up one of the metal-tipped needles. I took the cigarette lighter, and clicked the flame on. I held the flame to the end of the needle until the shaft glowed red. Lady Jessica’s eyes sparkled as she watched me.

I touched just the very tip of the red hot needle to Slut’s bulbous clitoris. Slut screamed, and then said “Eleven.” As she moaned in superb agony I slowly worked the glowing needle into her clitoris, until it was buried in her body, the head of the needle touching the end of her purple-red clit.

“Twelve!” Slut screamed, and fainted.

We left the needles in Slut until she recovered consciousness. Only when her eyes fluttered did we remove them – as painfully as possible, moving them from side to side as we wiggled them out. She groaned sexily.

“I think that we should let her go.” Lady Jessica whispered in my ear. She was standing behind me, stroking my erect cock through my trousers. “Not that I have any false sympathy for Slut, but because it is time to switch to a different victim. Besides, she now has twelve hours on the electro-shock machine. I will have my other slaves inject her with stimulants to make sure that she doesn’t faint. But, for now, I think it is time that you tortured my tits and cunt with those heated needles.”

I felt Lady Jessica shiver as she pressed against me, imagining the terrible pain which I was going to inflict on her large breasts and shaven cunt.

“But, darling, when you finally put a needle down the length of my erect clit I don’t want it to be red hot.”

“No?”

“No, I want it to be white…”

The End.