Cane and able

by Molly Moore

10th August 2011

Do you know how wet it made me watching him in the garage turning the bundle of garden canes into an instrument of torture? Watching the concentration on his face as he wound wire round the ends to hold them in place, the muscles in his hands and arms visibly working to create the tension he needed made me shiver with anticipation. I watched mesmerised as those powerful hands twisted and turned, moulding the raw materials into one giant thick cane, lovingly crafted by him so that it could be lovingly applied to me.

Home Made Torture

He unbutton my trousers for me and pulled them down my legs, leaving them in a crumpled heap around my ankles, leading me over to the table and placing my hands on the back of a chair. Glancing back over my shoulder I had a pleading look in my eyes, I never know quite whether I am pleading for him to do it, or pleading for him not to do it, I think the answer is both, the anticipation is often the worse thing or is that the best thing?

The bundle of canes was heavy and cool as he drew it across my skin and then it started, firm strokes to start off with, rippling through me over and over again the sting building very quickly until I was dancing and twisting trying to move away, tears prickling up in my eyes and my pleading words tripping off my tongue but he was not to be distracted.

His hand came round my neck, not tightly, just a calming hold but still I twitched and wriggled under his touch, trying to escape the ever building burn. “Please Sir, no more, I can’t….”

“Breathe Slutmine, concentrate on the sensation, you know you want this and you will be so happy when you see the result…..deep breaths, slowly, relax into it…..

He had never said these words to me before but they were like a calming balm to my conflicting senses, the coaxing, gentle tone of his voice felt like a guiding hand, leading me into my submission. My body stopped fighting and I could feel the tension flow out of me and arching my back I pushed my bottom out towards the cane offering myself up to him.

As the thudding continued to drive through me, I could feel myself starting to float away into it, and every time my body tensed and threatened to fight back his purring calm voice would lead me back into my mental space, a space I craved so much, a place I can only get to with him, a space that now swamped and consumed me.

I came for him like that, with my fingers rubbing furiously against my throbbing clit, my mind a total blank to everything else, just a body of nerves and sensations colliding together between my thighs, my knees growing ever weaker as my orgasm rolled through me.

The moment it stopped I could feel my arse start to burn again, and my fingers reached round and attempted to stroke the welts that adorned my skin, as I looked in the mirror I could see that they were already turning to bruises. My bottom was a mishmash of angry red, blush pink, deep plum and dark blue and I loved it. He had led me, pushed me, driving me on into that space, my mind had given up the fight and my body had surrendered to him.



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Noira Celestia August 10, 2011 - 12:31 am

Oh wow. This one really got me going. I think we need a cane.

rubyandherSir August 10, 2011 - 12:34 am

i cried with desire when i read this molly.
Thank you for sharing.

Stranded August 10, 2011 - 3:29 am

Simply hot is all I can say here…

KaziGrrl August 10, 2011 - 11:14 am

Anticipation is the best, isn’t it?
Lovely use of the word prompt and you’ve got me wanting the cane as well!

Curvaceous Dee August 10, 2011 - 11:53 am

Canes still scare the crap outta me. But that was hot!

xx Dee

hispet August 10, 2011 - 7:40 pm


SlipperyWhnWhet August 10, 2011 - 9:49 pm

Sir is very creative in making implements as well, and I have made some nice things for him to use too. All the better to hurt me with. 😉

Also, every now & then when something is just too overwhelming (work, kids, pain, etc) I still hear my first Sir’s voice growling softly into my ear… “Breathe…”

mollyskiss August 10, 2011 - 10:00 pm

I know exactly what you mean….but it is wonderful to have that voice with me all the time now.


Jerry August 11, 2011 - 5:56 am

It was two weeks ago when I found a box of kitchen junk at a yard sale, in the box was a silver ball made of a mesh screen it screwed apart and had a chain with a ring on it, I thought it was neat so I bought the box of junk for 1.50.
Then I was at the auto store and ran across some small chrome ball bearings and it hit me like a ton of bricks, I got three of them and could not wait to see if this would work.
I put a pot of water on the stove and boiled the parts placed the steel balls in the silver ball and put it together, I placed it in my tighty whities and walked around the kitchen , I could feel the balls rattle around it would work.
I boiled them let them air dry and placed them in a baggy.
Saturday was a hot day here and as I knew Julie wanted to go out shopping and spend the day running around, I agreed but she had to try something while we were out, she was allowed to wear a sun dress no bra no panties . I would spend as long out as she wanted , but she had to keep the silver ball in her pussy as long as we were out.
She thought for about 5 seconds and said deal.
We got ready and as we started out the front door I had Julie slip the silver ball in, she smiled as she did it and stood there and posed so I could see the chain dangle between her legs.
Are you ready? Julie asked as she opened the door and walked out, she stopped and stood there what is in this thing, it rattles when I walk.
Come on where do you want to go first?
When we got in the car Julie spread her legs I don’t know about this, it was all I could do to get to the car.
Do you want to stay in today?
No lets go I have a lot I want to do.
It was 11:11 when we left I looked I wanted to see how long she would last.
We made a couple fast stops and Julie was acting like there was nothing going on, I really started to think she had gotten use to the thing, then she sneezed OOOhhhh shit she yelped her legs flew open and there was the silver ball completely covered in thick creamy cum, her lips swollen and a thick glob of cum flowing out of her, fuck I have cum everywhere, I have to change we need to go home.
There was cum even on the chain.
Looking at the clock it was 12:09 are we done for the day?
I cant walk around with cum dripping out of me, do you like my toy?
It works very good I must admit, now take me home so I can clean up please, don’t worry I will clean you up.
We spent the rest of the day fucking and playing , Julie took the silver ball to work but uses panties to keep it in place. She has been on a non stop fuck fest all week , the whole thing cost 4.00 and it has gotten me laid more than anything I have used to date.

mollyskiss August 11, 2011 - 8:48 am

Hi Jerry

Thanks for the comment and very sexy story. There is nothing quite like a homemade toy in my opinion!


Jonathan Vaje August 11, 2011 - 11:03 am

A really potent telling of the events. I can feel every swing of the cane and hear every smack. Great stuff Molly.

Angel August 11, 2011 - 11:19 pm

Very Hot. I love your description of fading into your blank space. It’s a wonderful place to be.
Nicely told Molly.

Sophia September 7, 2011 - 8:57 pm

oh wow oh wow…. love the way you described this.

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