Nerve Mesh Thing

Come on. Breathe deep and open those eyes. I I could make you open them now if I wanted, but if you can do it yourself, it’d be much more pleasing.

Good. Good. I know it hurts. Don’t tense up, though. The sinews are still fusing and healing together. Do you remember much? Just the fear? Mm…yes, I can taste that current of near-panic just beneath your skin. If you didn’t have a strong constitution, you wouldn’t have been such an ideal subject.

Remember with me, dear. Think back to earlier, when I started by scoring the skin on your arm, just to show you what I can do through touch alone. I could see you trying to be brave. It made me very pleased.

That’s right...next came the binding. Just a precaution, of course. Flailing arms and legs can complicate the procedure, and it takes a little time before the process allows me some control over your muscles.

Then your neck. Do you remember that you cried out? I said it would be a clean cut; I never said that it would be painless. I admit, the sound of your voice excites me, especially when it’s a cry of pain. One clean, surgical SWIPE down the middle of your back. Bloodless. But very sharp.

No memory of peeling the flesh apart, hm? Opening the lips of your wound so I could access your spine...oh, it was delicious to see that agony. That alone was making my desire rise. But I knew it’d be better once I could let you feel it too. Over the pain, you’d feel my excitement rising. People don’t imagine there are pain receptors far below the surface of the skin, until they have been given a reason to fire.

That’s when it became lights-out for a time. Had to detach some bones to access the necessary nerves. I’ve yet to work on anyone who can tolerate the displacement of their spinal column. There’s so little slack to begin with, like a tight harpstring. And of course all the problems with the spinal fluid making a mess of things. Best to deal with that in relative silence.

You’ve done an excellent job at enduring this. I’d say we’re about one third of the way down your spine right now, and that’s earlier than I’ve revived anyone. I know you can tolerate more of the pain than most...and it will be so much more gratifying for me to make you feel my pleasure as I work. For instance...there...can you feel this? Just two fingers, tensing your spinal chord a bit. I know, it hurts so much. But...we’re connected now, so at the same time, you should feel a bit of what I’m feeling. Can you? The part of you that feels pleasure is feeling MY body.
Some fear in your eyes? I have been hoping for that. You’re brave, pet. The pain gives me pleasure, but the fear...well, reach back toward me. There. See how hard your fear has made me? Oh...you’re trembling. Yes, pet, that’s what it feels like to stimulate your own penis. This is as close as you’ll get to having one of your own. Unless...I decide to fashion one for you.

Mm. That’s definitely a thought. I can tell you’re curious. Maybe someday, pet, but for now...I can just show you what it’s like to fuck. And be fucked. No sense in hiding your interest; I have access to your brain now too. Besides, you’re dripping now. Glistening. Maybe you can’t tell from the pain and all the new sensations. I know you’re still very raw, pet, but I’m going to have to ask you to get up on your hands and knees.
Yes, I suppose I could just position you how I would like. But I much prefer you offer yourself. Like a good subject. That’s right, you can’t deny your own curiosity, can you? Or your need...my need coursing through the both of us. That’s a good girl, now. Arch your back a bit. Bring that ass higher. Knees spread a bit more. Here...I’ll let you feel how wet you’ve become. Focus on my fingers for a moment. See how easily they slide into you? Not much different from masturbating, is it? Well, by grabbing these nerves HERE...and closing my hand...mmm. This is a feedback loop, in a sense. Fingers pleasuring you...fist giving you agony, causing you panic...and you share the intense pleasure I feel from your fear. Which makes that pussy even wetter, doesn’t it? Increasing the pleasure from my fingers...close to fainting, are you? You’re not going to. A little swimmy, maybe. Eyes rolling back. But you’re here until I decide to let you go. You’re far too pleasing a little pain toy. And I did promise I’d show you how it feels to fuck and be fucked, didn’t I?
So wet, my craven little flesh-doll. Too easy. I’ll have to just spread you open...and make use of your ass. Unprepared and raw…and see how easily I can tell your muscles to unclench. This is just a night of firsts for you, isn’t it child? Marvelous. See if you can focus on what my cock feels as it pushes into you. It might make it easier. Can’t promise anything.