CHAPTER 1
"Area 2S34. Report of an infant not breathing at 2189 Kings Road."
"Ten-Four," Officer Larry Schmidt replied. He felt an adrenaline rush as he activated
red lights and siren to respond to Code 3. Thanks to the adrenaline being emptied into
his blood stream, his reactions were razor sharp as he made his emergency run. A few
minutes later, he pulled up in front the house and ran inside. He found a hysterical
mother holding her infant that was blue from not breathing. He quickly took the child
from her arms and administered CPR. He prayed his efforts would save this young life.
"Help him. Please help him," the young mother pleaded in anguish.
Due to the adrenaline, Officer Schmidt had to remind himself to not push too hard while
compressing the chest forcing the heart to pump life giving blood through the small
infant. He heard the siren of the approaching ambulance. By the time the ambulance
arrived, the baby was breathing and returning to its normal color. Relieved, he gave the
baby to the EMTs.
"Thank you, Officer," the mother said before leaving with the EMTs to take the baby to
the hospital.
His thanks were the smile of relief on the mother's face and the cries of the baby as
they left the house to get into the ambulance. As promised, he locked up the house before
going back on duty. He was shaking slightly from the adrenaline. Over the years, he had
become addicted to the rush from responding to emergencies and crimes in progress.
Lately, he found a new kind of rush that was even more intense than one he just
experienced.
* * * *
Mistress Sonya was tending to one of her regular clients in her office a few miles from
where Officer Schmidt had just saved a life. Her office was just off Sunset Boulevard and
located in a non-descript building. Likewise, she was getting her adrenaline rush from
catering to his specific needs.
Chet Langdon was a successful executive. He needed a power exchange on a regular basis
to bring balance to the stresses of his life. Letting go and allowing Mistress Sonya to
take complete control of him for a few hours a couple of times a month was just what the
doctor ordered in terms of keeping his perspective and keen competitive edge in the
business world. He needed – craved – the release of endorphins that her control, the pain
she inflicted and the intense sexual pleasure she allowed him to enjoy on occasion gave
him. He had developed into what was referred to as a "pain slut" by those in the
lifestyle.
With his tribute of five hundred dollars still lying on the table in her small outer
office, she was determined to make sure he got what he had paid for. She made him strip
naked as soon as she had guided him into her dungeon. After placing leather restraints
around his ankles and wrists, she tied him spread eagle while standing up inside a heavy
steel frame. She clamped his nipples with weighted clamps and bound his balls with a thin
black cord. His gonads were quite visible in his scrotum. She was ready and eager to
give him the "therapy" he wanted.
Feeling her control along with a small amount of pain, he was becoming slightly
aroused. More importantly, he felt a sense of peace as the weight of responsibility was
lifted from his shoulders. He needed what only she could give him so he could recharge
his batteries. He gazed at her awesome body as she fondled his genitals. Thanks to the
nipple clamps and the bondage of his balls, her touches felt intense. "Oh, that feels so
good, Mistress."
"It does for now," she said in an icy voice that made it clear she was going to be
intense tonight. It also increased his anxiety since she had been dramatically pushing
his pain limits as of late.
"Yes, Mistress." His focus was on her breasts, which were overflowing the cups of her
black leather corset. He liked and was further aroused by the contrast of her soft, milky
white skin nestled in the black leather cups. He had hopes of orally worshipping her
breasts before the evening was over. He like doing that a lot when she allowed him that
privilege. His focus returned to his bondage and her absolute control when she squeezed
his balls. "Mmmm," he groaned in pain.
"Just a taste of the pain I'm going to give you, my pet."
"Yes, Mistress." Again, her icy tone gave him a sense a foreboding. He flinched and
groaned when she squeezed a gonad a little harder than the first time. He swallowed hard
when she picked up a thin, short, black leather slapper and smacked it against the palm of
her hand. The sharp sound of leather on her flesh increased his anxiety.
"This is for your balls," she said with a sadistic smile. "Ready to serve me and get
what you came here for?"
"Yes, Mistress." He tensed when she lifted his penis and pressed it against his lower
abdomen.
He bit his lower lip as she moved the slapper over his exposed balls. He prepared to
serve her. He tensed and pulled against his bonds as she tapped one with the slapper.
"Mmmm. Ow," he cried out after she struck it.
She smiled. She moved the slapper over the other ball. She hit it.
"Ouch!" he yelped.
"It's a start." She smacked the same ball again, harder.
"Oww! Damn!"
"You can take more. You will take more. You need it. You want it. Don't you?"
"Yes, Mistress." He wished he could massage his balls and somehow relieve the pain
behind his pubic bone.
She made him wait. She lightly caressed his penis with her soft hand and made it
semi-erect.
"Oh, Mistress," he moaned while she did.
"A little pleasure. A little pain." She gave each ball a sharp strike.
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