Janice: Pain and Power by Doc Nolan

Janice: Pain and Power
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Janice liked to make Jimmy squirm.  His eyes were closed, and she gazed down as his man nipples and her fingernails, digging into them – hard.  He groaned.  She knew it wasn’t from pleasure, nor from pain, but from that mixture that he loved.

She loved it too.  Just not quite for the same reasons.

“More, Jimmy?” she asked.  “Yes, Miss, please.”  She grinned.  He knew she could walk away if she chose to do so.  She was in control.  He would be disappointed if she walked away.  That delighted her!

She dug her nails in yet deeper and harder.  It was obvious her sadism was eliciting the usual response – a hard erection.  She thought of that as her reward (in part).  It proved she knew her business.  It also meant he was ever-so-slightly, more and more under her power.  She liked the power.  His pain was just an incidental – for her – not for him.

“Tell me Jimmy how you feel,” she demanded.

“It hurts, Miss….. Please hurt me more, Miss, but only if you want to.”  She liked that last part: “…. Only if you want to.”  Actually, she did want to.  It was fun exploring Jimmy’s limits, not to mention extending them.  They both had that in common – a bond.  They both liked exploring Jimmy’s reactions, body and mind.

“I’m a witch, Jimmy…. Do you know why?”  He shook his head, eyes still closed.  She released his nipples from her talons.  “Because I am enchanting, you silly boy.  Now I would like very much to hear you beg.”  She grinned down at him, noting his breathing was gradually coming back to normal.

“Beg, Miss?”

“Oh, definitely!  You DO realize what I’m doing to you, don’t you?”  He didn’t reply – so she decided to continue.  “I’m using your perverted desire to be punished to my benefit, silly.  I’m taking control, one little step at a time.  And I’m really enjoying watching the process….”  Her voice trailed off.

“Thank you, Miss Janice.  I like you being in control.”

It was all she could do to not laugh out loud.  The first day her best friend had told her Jimmy’s ‘secret’ (“he loves women to hurt him; especially to torture his man-tits”) she had zeroed in on him like a hawk over a mouse.  Unlike the hawk however, she had no desire for him to flee from her in terror of his safety.  No!  She wanted him to run to her, seeking her talons.   It had been relatively easy.

“Jimmy, you do know that you’re becoming addicted to me, right?”  He nodded.  “And you know I’m hurting you in order to get you excited, right?”  Again he nodded.  “And you also know I love having the power to make you squirm and beg for more abuse, don’t you?”  He nodded again.
 
At that she leaned down, placed her lips around one waiting (and very erect nipple), gently licked its tip – and waited.  She was in no rush.  She wanted to hear him take the initiative.  He was sometimes a bit slow.  She kept circling her tongue, knowing his cock was certainly getting stiffer and stiffer.  She was curious to see how this would play out.
Finally he spoke.  “Would you bite it, Miss?”

She pulled away.  He groaned in disappointment.  And then she quickly darted back to the tiny tit and bit it.  Hard!  Really hard!
Above her she heard him yelp in acute pain. She did the obvious.  She moved to the other side and did the same thing.  And then she placed her hand on his very rigid cock, being sure not to move it to and fro.  She didn’t want any ‘finale’.  That was what he wanted.  What she wanted was power.
She pulled away.  “Aren’t we forgetting something, Jimmy?”, she asked, looking into his eyes from inches away.  He returned her gaze, at first blankly as the pain ebbed.  An instant later, his brain apparently kicking in, he spoke.

“Thank you, Miss Janice.”

“Isn’t there something else you want to say, Jimmy?”  This time he didn’t hesitate.

“More, please, Miss Janice.  Please hurt me some more!”  She grinned.
She bit him again.

He didn’t know she might keep this cycle up for a long time.  And do it day after day.  Consolidating control.  Becoming more and more his mistress.  Reducing him more and more to her toy.

Janice thought, “I wonder what I can make him do.  And I wonder what I’ll be able to get him to do in a month.” Again she smiled.

She viciously bit his tits, one after another, listening to him groan.  She decided she might like to hear him scream again – so she bit down harder.
A glow of contentment settled over Janice.  The future was bright.  She had Jimmy firmly in her clasp – and there were continents of experiences to explore with her being the User and him being the Used.  Delightful!!!!

For this morning she thought an hour of this would suffice.  Then she’d put his cock back into its cage.   She wanted him to be ready for tomorrow.