The Joy of 'Impact' Painting - Episode 1

Mr. D grinned at the cries coming from the stage. He found his body reacting to the events with a growing flush across his skin. He pulled the tie from his coat pocket which he had removed earlier and extended his arms over Madis' head to pull it over her eyes blindfolding her. A light chained leash was extended from another coat pocket and clipped to the front of the blindfolded woman's collar. He stepped in front of her with the chain held over his shoulder pulling the leash taught and stood there continuing to watch the scene unfold on the stage.

Madi bites her bottom lip as she feels the expensive tie draped over her eyes. As He ties it tightly on her, the light of the club is blocked and she is shrouded in darkness. Her nipples harden and her labia begin to swell a bit as she hears the leash clasp to her collar. When she feels the leash tighten, she takes one step forward following the tension as it tugs at her neck.

Madi unable to see her surroundings, feels the tension build in the leash again...not enough to pull at her neck, but enough to know something has gotten Boss' attention. She bites her bottom lip a bit harder wondering what it will mean for her body.

Mr. D grinned as he walked forward to the stairs leading up to the stage, pulling Madi along until he came to the first step. He turned and guided her alongside him and whispered to her, "Steps, there are 8...place your right foot upon the first."

Madi looks up at Mr. D through the darkness and nods her head slowly. She whispers softly, "Thank you, Sir." She moves her foot forward to find the base of the first step. Kicking it lightly, she raises her foot and rests it on the step. Remembering the count, she counts off each step as she climbs the stairs. She takes a step to the side and waits for Mr. D. once there.

Mr. D walked with her up the stairs and lead her to the post on his right. His hands went to her hips and spun her about to face him. He shoved her against the pole, pressing her backside against it. He then ran his hands up the sides of her body and lifted up her arms over her head. Reaching up, he took the chains that dangled down from the top ring of the post and attached them to the cuffs she wore. His hands slid back down her arms to cup her face a moment before wrapping around her neck. He pressed her head back against the post and squeezed, "Hold this posture. No matter what happens, do not move."

Madi follows Boss' guiding hands and turns as directed. She shivers as she feels the post press into her back. Instinctively, she spreads her legs shoulder-width apart to make it easier for Mr. D to bind her. When she feels His hands running up her body and raising her arms, she is unable to stifle the soft moan. As her body is stretched out and her arms secured high, she realizes how incredibly exposed she is. Almost prepared to squirm, she feels His hands on her cheeks and then neck. She hears his words and whimpers out a soft, "Yes, Sir...I will. Thank You, Boss."

Mr. D released his grip along with the leash, which he laid over the nearby rack. He moved to the table in front of the DJ and made his selection from the nipple clamps, which he tucked in his coat pocket and then grabbed a handful of ice from the bucket. He divided the ice in his hands and then pressed his cupped hands into her breasts. With his fingers now digging into her flesh, he held the ice against her, the hot lights and heat from his and her skin melting the ice. The cool water trickled down over her stomach and between her legs.

Madi opens her mouth wide and lets out an exasperated gasp as she feels the painful sting of the ice against her skin, making her flesh tighten and her nipples harden more. As her skin grows more taught, she feels Mr. D's hand digging into her flesh and the warmth contrasts painfully and deliciously with the ice melting against her skin. As feels the liquid begin to slowly run down her curves, her skin begins to explode at the sensations and the warmth within her pelvis grows hotter. She is sure the crowd can see her arousal as her lips swell more between her thighs

Mr. D rubs the ice into her breasts until nearly completely melted and then he allows what remains to fall to the ground. His hands drift downward spreading the water over her stomach and down to her thighs, then back up...his hand cupping up between her legs...middle finger teasing at her folds, but only briefly. He smirks as he watches her and uses the length of hair over her shoulder to dry his hands before he extracts the nipple clamps from his pocket. Each clamp was carefully placed to pinch her taut nipples before hanging the 5oz weights at the end of each clamp the weight causing her heavy breasts to sag down. Satisfied with the display so far he reaches to the rack and selects from it a crop. He stands in front of her...tapping the tip of the crop in his open hand before tracing along her inner thighs. "Such a lovely canvas you make dear girl, let's start drawing the horizon of our landscape....here.", he says as the length of the crop's shaft is pressed across the top of her thighs.

Madi begins breathing heavier as the ice melts against her skin. With each successive breath, her breasts heave more and more, pressing more firmly into Mr. D's firm grip. She feels the water trickling all the way down to her toes and the sound of the ice falling as He releases his grip almost startles her, so focused she was on the contact with her skin. She instantly becomes focused on Mr. D again as she feels His hands glide over her torso and thighs. Her head rolls back against the post as she feels His finger press into her sex, the moisture evident and probably starting to shimmer under the lights already. AS the clamps are attached, she screams loudly as the lightning bolts of pain sear through her breast and consumes her. All her mind can think to say is, "Thank You, Sir!" as the nubs are pinched tightly and weighed down. Fighting the urge to squirm as she feels the crop against her skin, she moans softly, "I know You will paint the most beautiful landscape, Sir."

Mr. D raised the crop and struck her viciously across the top of her thighs several times. He stepped back to watch her flesh respond...raising in long red welted lines. He stepped forward, a bit off to the side, and pressed the flat of the crop against the top of her mons. He began to pat at her flesh there, slow at first but, gradually, he built with intensity until he was striking her nearly as hard as he had struck her thighs. Again he stepped back to evaluate the progress of his work.

Madi grits her teeth as she feels the first strikes of the crop against her thighs. A guttural groan could be heard by Mr. D and she wondered if the crowd could hear the growl of arousal from deep within her. As He paused, her muscles began to loosen a bit before she felt the strikes of His crop against her pussy. The impact caused her lips to engorge fully as her juices were definitely trickling out of her now. As the intensity of the strikes increased, she began to emit a sound somewhere between a cry and moan as the pain and pleasure mixed together and tormented her mind and body. She moaned out, "Oh god, Sir! Nngghhh...fuck, Sir!"

Mr. D tilted his head as he held up a free hand..thumb up, sizing up where he would place the final touches. "The sunset is taking shape nicely, now for just a few happy clouds above the sun.", he said stepping forward running the tip of the crop across her stomach, and began to repeat the previous technique....soft strikes all over her belly...slowly increasing with intensity as he vigorously painted the final touches of the sunsetting landscape across her body. The smoke from his cigar, billowing in cloudy plums as he continued to toke from the cigar and exhale, as if to add an additional element of cloudy mist to the landscape he was creating.

Madi fights to keep her body loose as Mr. D describes the picture He is painting to her. As the strikes against her stomach begin, she tenses up instinctively. The sound of each strike echos in her head and she moans loudly as her more rigid muscles feel the sting of each strike more acutely. She fights the urge to squirm, remembering His command to remain still. Through the pain and pleasure, she grunts out, "I am sure it will...oh god...be a masterpiece, Sir!" When the strikes begin on her belly, she screams out again as the weights move with each strike and cause her breasts to sway and the weights pull on her nipples more. Fighting to breathe, her breasts thrust out as the burn of the crop mark the skin beautifully for her Tormentor.

Mr. D pressed the flat of the crop up against her wet lips, slowly rubbing to and fro, placing extra pressure as the crop extended past her clit before sliding back to repeat. "Make love to the canvas.", he murmurs to the crowd as he dropped and raised the crop, slapping it up against her tender folds, continuing to repeat this painting technique again and again. He watched her reaction to this...arm extended as he maintains the flat of the crop up against her, "I am sure you would like to release....but you won't be receiving it from me tonight my lovely canvas." He placed the crop back to the rack and turned to face the crowd with a broad grin, "I"m going to leave our lovely Madi here for your viewing pleasure. To any of the men in the audience, if you would like to relieve my muse from her state of painful denial, by all means..have your way with her." He grinned as he stepped down from the stage, "Thank you all for joining us tonight. Please stay and enjoy as long as you like, but I have a business matter to tend to. I wish you all a lovely rest of your evening!" And with that, the Painter made his way out of the club.