Reintroduction

Yes I survived him reintroducing pain, though holy crap he can be a mean fucker.

I had expected him to have some fun reintroducing it slowly, over time, step by step. Getting more value for less investment for a while. Like a cheap date.

Not.

He wanted it fast. It was almost as if he was trying to get me back up to speed. Like it was just something to be gotten through to get back to where he wanted.

Like playing a game, zipping through those earlier levels to get back up to the level where he wants to play, where it's challenging for him.

Details? Hmmm, it's days ago, happened back on Wednesday, and the details are foggy, but let's see.

He put clamps on me and had me bring my weights. He didn't use the wide clamps with jaws of steel he usually uses with weights. Instead he pulled out one of the pairs of clamps he had hurt me with earlier in the week. Standard medium sized clamps, adjustable to really mean. But he opened them a bit, put them on me and yeah, they hurt like crazy. Way more than they would have a month ago. Maybe not quite as much as the clamps the night before.

And then he put me on all fours and moved me this way and that to watch the chain sway before putting on weights. So he put on a medium size weight, and then another. And then he put on one of the big weights.

And did me.

Moved me this way and that. Made me fuck, made me cum. Made me wish desperately that the clamps were off.

And then instead of taking the clamps off, he played a new game.

He stood me up in front of him, and had me lift my tits as high as I could, with the clamped nipples perkily pointing upward. I have big ones, so there's a fair bit of play there. So scoop them up, hold them, and then drop them so he could see the clamps fall and jerk, and see my face. Terrific game for a sadist.

So we played that for a while, with me getting increasingly unhappy. How long? How many times? I don't know.

Until suddenly, without warning, the right clamp slipped off, snapped off. Whatever. Came off. With a jerk, leaving a screamingly sore right nipple, all the weight hanging with a jerk from my left nipple, and me screaming and panicked.

I was crying. 

He was calm. Isn't that the best thing? The calming voice of the Dom when I'm freaked out about something.

Except that he ordered me to put it back on.

And then he said to tighten each clamp a bit. He wanted me to appreciate at that point how great it was that he hadn't made me take them off to tighten them and put them back on again. Yes Sir, that was nice.

And then we played the game again. Lift, wait, drop. Lift, higher, wait, drop. Lift, higher, higher, drop. Lift, drop.

And the other clamp came off. Leaving me screaming and crying harder, louder. With all the weight dangling from my wounded right nipple.

Put it back he ordered.

And start again.

Lift, wait, drop. Lift, higher, drop.

Til it came off again and I fell apart.

And he put it on one last time.

And then, I think he made me cum. Honestly, I do remember very well. I do know there was an orgasm in there.

And then finally he took both clamps off.

I was in survival mode by then. Just enduring.

In retrospect, I imagine there was more to it for him than just getting to the level that he wanted. In retrospect it seems that he must have enjoyed the zero to sixty of that day.

In retrospect, what he probably liked best was knowing that he could play that game with me, deliver that kind of pain, that kind of treatment to me, knowing what my body could take, knowing that I'd survive it, but that it would hurt me more than at any other time. And he likely did all that deliberately, wanting that pain.

Either way, I'm pretty sure he enjoyed it more than I did.