{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"49546a8a-2720-496f-8b07-ba12b0a19288","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2025-03-12T15:27:12.086Z","title":"Gympie-Gympie for the Gimp","slug":"gympie-gympie-for-the-gimp","shortId":"ZSSr1SDZ","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"An Australian wife decides to really hurt her submissive husband's genitalia, using a plant native to Down Under.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"35917609-c859-4001-a16a-427088e7aef7","title":null,"summary":"\nGympie Gympie for the Gimp\n(Vignette)\n\n\nDoctor Eric Harper moaned into\nthe vermillion plastic ball ","wordCount":1755,"readTime":9,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

\nGympie Gympie for the Gimp\n(Vignette)

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\nDoctor Eric Harper moaned into\nthe vermillion plastic ball gag strapped into his mouth. Except that\nhe was not Eric Harper in this persona. He was Gimp. \n

\n\tGimp was in some discomfort,\nin his expensive Sydney apartment. Apart from his gag-stuffed mouth,\nand his groin, he was in thick, black rubber. The heat had been\nturned up in the apartment, and the 40-domething was sweating inside\nhis rubbery cocoon. But that was not the end of his discomfort. A\nthick, rubber buttplug had been forced into his arsehole, painfully\nstretching his anus. It was the longest one that he possessed,\ntotally filling his arse. He had been hogtied after his arms had been\ntied, wrist to elbow, and elbow to wrist. His feet had been tied to\nthe rope at each elbow, so that his back arched painfully. And then\nGimp had been rolled over onto his back. With that painful arch it\nmeant that his rubber-covered knees and masked head were the only\npart of his body touching the faux stone floor of his playroom. The\nhood on his head entirely covered his face, apart from his stuffed\nmouth and two holes for his nostrils. It meant that he could see\nnothing around him. The inserts in his ears meant that he couldn’t\nhear anything, either. The ballgag did not take particularly nice, as\nit had been forced into his arsehole before strapping it behind his\nteeth. \n

\n\tGimp’s average-sized cock\nwas as erect as it ever got, thanks to a certain little blue pill.\nGimp kept his genitalia free from pubic hair at all times. He liked\nthe smooth look. A leather Arab strap around the base of his cock,\nand his scrotum, meant that his erection would not go down. \n

\n\tSusan Harper, Gimp’s\nlong-suffering wife and domme, sighed as she gazed down at her\npathetic husband. They had been married for almost fifteen years. Her\nhusband, in his Gimp persona, had started out just being into light\nbondage and domination. But, with the passage of time, his desires\nhad increased. He had demanded ever stricter bondage, and ever\ngreater pain. Gimp had begged “Mistress” Susan for a real “no\nlimits” session, without a safeword. And, after much begging by her\npathetic excuse for a husband, Susan had granted it. And she intended\nto break Gimp, so that he would never ask for such a session again. \n

\n\tGimp liked Susan to dress in\nall manner of revealing clothing. He had spent a lot of money buying\nher costumes: basques and corsets, thigh-high black leather boots\nwith stiletto heels, long leather gloves, and scary leather masks.\nBut the good thing about Gimp being in his hood was that he couldn’t\nsee what she was wearing. So Susan was in her favourite jeans. She\nwasn’t wearing any top, though, just because it was so hot in\nGimp’s dungeon. She saw no reason why she should ruin clothes she\nliked with sweat-marks. \n

\n\tIn his rubber isolation, Gimp\nawaited the onset of pain with restricted – rather than bated –\nbreath. He could not see or hear anything. His body ached, and his\nskin was wet with perspiration. Those – and the smell of rubber –\nwere his only sensations at the moment. He did not know what his\nMistress intended to do. But he knew that, whatever it was going to\nbe, it would involve his cock and balls. Perhaps Mistress Susan was\ngoing to whip them to shreds: he had bought her a nasty little cat o’\nnine tails, with jagged little lead balls sewn into the ends of the\nleather strands. Perhaps Mistress Susan intended to put a\nball-crusher on his defenceless testicles, slowly – ever so slowly\n– turning the screws until his balls were almost flat, and he knew\nthe meaning of true agony. Perhaps she was going to pierce his cock\nand testicles with glowing, red hot needles. He had a collection of\npiercing needles. But they had only been used on his nipples, so far,\nand they had not been heated. But he had bought his Mistress a little\nblowlamp, in case she intended to do something like that. His\nfantasies had been filled with such fantasies, ones which might cause\nreal damage to him and his bits. He knew that, had he had a safeword,\nhe would have used it, for he was only human. But that option had\nbeen taken away. He was terrified and turned on at the same time, for\nhe had no idea what his wife would do. \n

\n\tMistress Susan had chosen to\ndo none of the above: ho whips, no red hot needles, but something\nelse entirely. She had a friend who was a botanist, who had got her\nfresh leaves of the gympie gympie plant. The gympie gympie plant was\na shrub found in Australia, with the scientific name Dendrocnide\nmoroides. It was also known as the stinging tree. It was a member of\nthe nettle family. But it was a lot worse than the nettles found in\nEurope or America. It could grow up to be as much as thirty feet\ntall.

\n\tSusan, in a thick plastic\nbag, had several stems with leaves attached. The stinging hairs were\nfound on both the stems and leaves. This plant was supposed to be\nperhaps the most venomous plant in the world, and was certainly the\nworst in Australia, a continent known for venomous thing. Yet only\none person had ever died of an encounter with the plant. That had\nbeen back in 1922, but it had been the species cordata, rather than\nmoroides, which Susan intended to use. \n

\n\tShe smiled grimly. Her\nhusband did not know what was going to happen to him. The little\nstinging hairs, when they broke off in the skin of a victim, would\nstay in there for up to a year. Touching the affected area could\ncause those little hairs to release more toxin. So it could hurt for\nmany months, every time that the area was touched. \n

\n\tSusan put on an old mask she\nhad bought for Covid, as you didn’t want to inhale any of the\nspores. She then put on some very thick leather gloves, and grabbed\nthe bag with the gympie gympie in. She knelt down beside her husband.\nShe was very careful not no touch the leaves or stems herself, as it\nwas next to impossible to get rid of the little stinging hairs, once\nthey made contact with you. And the sting was so bad that it could\nalmost send you insane. Horses that had come in contact with the\nstinging tree had, in some cases, had to be shot. Oh, this was going\nto hurt…

\n\tSusan got a green leaf,\nheart-shaped and some eight inches long, out of the bag. She stroked\nit over her husband’s hairless scrotum, .making sure that she got\nthe entire ball-bag. The effect was almost instantaneous. Gimp tried\nto break free of his bonds, as he felt the worse pain he had ever\nfelt: a stinging, burning pain all over the flesh of his scrotum. It\nfelt as though his balls had been put inside an open flame. \n

\n\tSusan carried on working, as\nGimp screamed around the ball-gag. She rubbed a fresh leaf on his\nperineum, and his anal ring, stretched wide by the butt-plug. Another\nfresh leaf was used on the shaft of he erect cock, and on the big,\npurple glans. Gimp tried begging for Susan to stop, but, of course,\nshe could not hear him. Nor would she have stopped, anyway. The\nstupid fuck had asked for a no limits session, and that was what he\nwas going to get.

\n\tFinally she got out a stem of\nthe plant, one narrow as a metal sound, but with the nasty, stinging\nhairs all down its length. Gimp realised what was going to happen\nwhen his wife used one gloved hand to spread his pisshole open a\nlittle. He shook his head from side to side – as much as he could,\nin his upside-down hogtie. But his mmmmph-protestations were ignored,\nas they should be in any no limits play. He didn’t get to decide. \n

\n\tThe stem was introduced to\nhis urethra, and was fucked up and down, so that the whole length of\nthe urethra, making sure that the entire inside of the cock was\nstung. Gimp discovered new Hadean depths of torture. He had not\nthought it possible for his cock to hurt more. But it did. He was in\nso much agony that he could hardly breathe. \n

\n\tJust to make sure that she\ngot every little bit of hidden urethral flesh Susan then fucked his\ncock with a fresh stem, the hairs breaking off inside his cock. There\nwas no way in which to remove them from there. And Susan knew that\neach time that he pissed, and each time he came, that those nasty\nlittle hairs would be reactivated, releasing more toxins, perhaps for\nas long as a year. Could he go a year without touching his cock?

\n\tSusan left the room. She left\nGimp in agony, put on a tee shirt and jacket, and went to have a\ncoffee. Thanks to her botanist friend she knew – and Gimp didn’t\nthat he had not yet reached the plateau of the agony that he was\nsuffering. That would not occur for another twenty or thirty minutes,\nand would last hours, perhaps days. A perfect amount of time to get a\ncoffee at the local Starbucks.

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\nA little over forty minutes\nlater Susan re-entered the torture chamber. Gimp was where she had\nleft him, on the fake stone floor. He was still conscious. But he was\ntrembling from the wave of burning torture running through his groin.\nBut he was still hard, thanks to the Arab strap and the little blue\npill.

\n\tSusan wondered if he could\ncum while he was in such pain. She decided to find out, for any\norgasm would not be pleasurable, but even worse torture, as the sperm\nshooting out would irritate the venomous hairs in his urethra.

\n\tSusan put on some leather\ngloves, and began masturbating her husband’s cock, giving him the\nmost painful handjob in history. Just grasping his cock brought new\nblasts of hellish agony to his cock. It was a pain that did not\nlessen, and that he could not get used to. As she masturbated Gimp\nshe raped his arsehole with the massive butt-plug, something which\nhad always helped bring him off in the past. In between each\nhalf-dozen or dozen thrusts she let go of the butt-plug, so that she\ncould pinch his nostrils shut, temporarily cutting off his air. She\ndidn’t like using dangerous breath control. But that was another\ntrick that helped Gimp cum. Even so, it took an hour of molesting his\ncock before Susan knew that he was close. She pinched his nostrils\nclosed again and – as Gimp gasped for air – sped up her wanking\nof his tortured cock flesh. \n

\n\tGimp spurted whit cum high in\nthe air, as he screamed around the plastic gag, as the sperm shooting\nout felt more like a white hot iron running the length of the inside\nof the cock. He screamed, and fainted, overcome by the pain.

\n\tSusan smiled. She didn’t\nthink that Gimp would ask for another no limits session any time\nsoon. And, if he did, she could always go and see her botanist\nfriend…

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\nThe End. \n

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