After meeting Vivienne for the first time in June, I visited her once more in July for a second filming day. We filmed at the yard for the first four films, and went back to the studio for the last two.
Vivienne had the desire to suspend me (since I’m very much into that) and showed me a picture of what she had in mind. Funnily enough (though I didn’t mention it) I’d looked at a similar position on my phone just ten minutes before; I was definitely up for trying that.
After ensuring I could hold the position while suspended with the straps in the right places, Vivienne brought back two clamps that spread my labia wide open, exposing my clit. She’d used those very same clamps in the same spots twice before that day and my brain struggled to focus on anything else but the intense tingling and piercing sensation they brought about.
She put the wand right against my clit and I moaned and groaned in pain, while still feeling bouts of pleasure too. I don’t know how long I hung there and what other methods she used to torment me, when suddenly, she told me to have an orgasm for her.
A very soft voice in the back of my mind warned me what might happen after I had the orgasm but I didn’t think twice. I focused my mind on having an orgasm and managed to get there way quicker than I anticipated. As soon as she’d told me she wanted me to, something just clicked inside of me. Then there it was, the pleasure!
She said something along the lines of how in exchange for this pleasure I was going to get something else but I honestly didn’t notice what she was doing. I was bound and spread open fully at the mercy of her suspension.
Suddenly she put a clamp on my clit and the entire room seemed to dissolve at once as I screamed.
“Look at me,” I heard her say, but I couldn’t do it. I tried to move in vain, as if that would help me and then let out a sob of agony instead. “Look at me,” she repeated and all my submissive instincts wanted me to comply. I tried to open one of my eyes and briefly saw the colours of the room, before resolutely squeezing them shut again. Whimpers of anguish spilled from my lips. I couldn’t bring myself to look at her. It felt like I’d fall apart if I did. I couldn’t function and handle this pain.
Finally she took it off. The blood rushed back in and I screamed louder than ever, hitting a high note before it collapsed into a whimper, a cry of surrender like a wounded animal that can no longer fight. Her laughter reverberated through the space, sending butterflies to flutter through my chest. The feeling travelled down and turned into a pool of arousal between my legs.
She walked in circles around me. Her hands did not care that my pussy was at its most vulnerable it had possibly ever been. She brought the wand back, briefly and started talking again.
“I will put the clamp back on.”
My eyes widened.
“Unless you neigh.”
My breathing halted.
She threatened to bring the clamp closer to my clit and I frantically started to move my legs in a futile attempt to close them. Please, do not put the clamp on my clit again! I am going to have to neigh? Maybe I can take the clamp on my clit again? No, no. I don’t want to. I can’t believe she’s… I’ll have to… I’ll just have to…
I went completely still to try and focus. I thought back of an evening in my living room with my friend. We’d been cuddling on the couch as we caught up with each other’s lives. I’d told her about the recent filming I’d done and how I couldn’t neigh, as taking the whipping had seemed easier. She demonstrated the noise for me and kept encouraging me to try. Reluctantly, after laughing a lot (and after she said I’d deserved that whipping if I wasn’t willing to neigh), I managed to make a noise that ever so slightly resembled that of a horse. “See, you can do it!” She’d exclaimed as I hid my face embarrassedly into her side.
“Neigh,” Vivienne said.
I tried to channel the neigh I’d made that evening, but something sounding pathetic came out.
“That’s not a neigh.” She moved her hand closer towards the inside of my legs and I hastily attempted to make the sound again.
“That’s not good enough. You’re going to have to give me at least an 8 out of 10.”
My hope sank abruptly but the adrenaline from fear overpowered it. “Ne-he-ey?”
She moved the clamp so close to my clit that I could have sworn she almost put it back on.
My legs desperately tried to defy the straps to hold her out. I tried to neigh again, and then again. The clamp was so close to my clit when I finally managed a good neigh. It actually sounded like a horse, even surprising myself.
Vivienne dropped her arms and I exhaled in relief, letting my legs dangle back open. We both smiled and I can’t remember if that was the end of the scene or not.
In between this film and the next Vivienne walked up to me as I was still hanging in my ropes. “Wow, you really do get off on pain, don’t you?” She said, “Your pupils are…” She laughed without finishing her sentence. I saw a glimmer in her eyes I hadn’t seen before. For a moment, I thought I could see the resemblance of a snake or a demon. It swept across her face and she seemed to see right through me – recognising the real me, my needs and my desires and all of my fears that I could never share with anyone else.
It felt like we were glimpsing a side of each other that rarely surfaces. Just the thought of it now fills me with excitement and joy.
These films will be released on both our stores over the next couple of weeks:
- Whisper’s First Anal Riding | Saturday 11 January on Vivienne l’Amour Productions
- Whisper’s Pleasure is Irrelevant | Saturday 18 January on Lustful Orchid
- Whisper’s Stroked Hood | Saturday 25 January on Vivienne l’Amour Productions
- Trotting to Submission | Saturday 1 February on Lustful Orchid
- Whisper’s Ultimate Surrender | Saturday 8 February on Vivienne l’Amour Productions
- Whisper Pushed Beyond Limits | Saturday 15 February on Lustful Orchid