| She was draped in loose fitting clothes
bought cheaply from a second-hand store. She was standing, hands
cuffed behind her back. The cuffs were attached to a chain which
led to the collar around her neck. Another chain ran from the
collar to the ceiling, forcing her to stand erect. Her ankles
were strapped to the ends of a spreader bar, which held her legs
securely apart. She could feel the hard wooden floor against the
soles of her bare feet.
The door opened. He spoke:
"Now that you have been restrained
for an hour, do you still consent to our plan? Remember, once
we start, you will have given yourself to me for the duration
we agreed upon, there will be no safewords; you will have relinquished
to me power over your body and your sensations."
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| Anticipation and fear welled up in
her stomach. A tingling traveled up her spine, out to her breasts,
and into her cunt as she spoke. "I understand. I am yours to do
with as you please." He approached her with a pair of scissors.
He started cutting the left pant leg, starting from the ankle.
"These are the rules," he began, "You
will address me always as Master. You will not speak at all
unless you have been addressed as Slave. You will be given
specific tasks and challenges as well, obey these commands without
complaint or question. Transgressions will be punished. I may
choose to be merciful on your first failure, following punishments
will be severe." He had removed her tattered pants and was slowly
cutting away her shirt.
"Do you understand?"
"Yes Master." she whimpered, and only
too late realize her error.
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| SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! He slapped
her face hard but precisely four times, alternating between her
cheeks. As her cheeks stung she suppressed her urge to say, "I'm
sorry, Master."
He finished taking off her shirt by
tearing it off. She felt a cool draft against her exposed breasts.
All that was left were her panties, which he tore off her. She
now stood, naked, exposed and helpless. He spoke calmly and
firmly. "Don't move."
He lightly squeezed both her nipples
with his fingertips. She shuddered. "I said DON'T MOVE!"
and slapped her twice.
He returned to her nipples, twisting
them ever so lightly. The frustration, the need to touch her
self was unbearable! She longed to move towards him, but remained
still. He ran his hands slowly down her breasts and down her
body, across her stomach, her legs. He caressed her ass, and
moved around to her cunt. He slipped two fingers in and held
them there, unmoving. After a moment he flicked his tongue across
her left nipple, then her right.
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| She struggled within herself to keep
from thrusting against him. He started sucking and licking one
nipple while twisting the other. With all this sensation and his
fingers in her cunt, pressing against her clit, it was too much
for her and she gave one solid thrust.
"That's it," he said. He took out
a cat 'o nine tails and went around behind her. He caressed
her ass. "You are about to be whipped VERY hard, 150 lashes."
The inner tingling returned to her, more intense and deeper.
The anticipation and her feeling of helplessness were so sweet,
she felt she could cum.
CRACK! the strips of leather
bit into her ass. There was no build up to help her adjust,
just a full force whipping. CRACK CRACK! She strained against
her bonds, which held her helpless. By ten lashes she was already
about to scream, she managed to hold it in until the 15th lash.
"Nooo! Stop! Pleeease!" It only goaded him to whip her harder.
"Please, Master, I beg you I'll do ANYthing you want! Anything!"
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| "YES, you WILL do ANYthing I want!"
he stressed his words with particularly sharp strokes. "And what
I want now is to whip you! You cannot imagine how sexy you look,
squirming and writhing like that!"
She stopped begging for ten strokes,
but then he hit the same spot on her ass five, six, seven times
in quick succession, producing greater pain. "Alright. Alright!
What do you want me to do? I'll suck your dick, I'll eat your
asshole, I'll drink your piss! Pleeeeease! Stop it!" She was
panting, writhing and sweating. The handcuffs held her hands
too high on her back to allow her to block the blows, which
landed freely on her ass, thighs, and upper back.
Then, with five of the sharpest blows,
it was over. She was breathing hard, as though she had just
run up a steep hill. He walked out and closed the door. She
had no idea what to expect, he may have been planning to stay
away for hours, leaving her there like this. The welts stung
along her ass and thighs. She wanted to touch them and soothe
herself, but her hands were held secure.
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It must have been only ten minutes,
and he returned.
"I will give you two choices. One: we
continue the game for the next three hours. I must say, you don't
seem very good at it. Two: You receive 400 lashings now, and then
I will to something very pleasant to you. Think about it."
He left the room and closed the door
again. She did not need much time to think. Although she dreaded
it, she knew she must take the 400 lashings. He returned and
asked, "What have you decided, Slave?"
"Master, please give me the 400 lashings,
Master." He approached and put a blindfold on her. He bent down
and gently kissed one nipple; she gave a startled shudder. He
kissed the other nipple, her stomach, and kissed her cunt. He
kissed her ass cheeks, and then came around and gave one kiss
on the lips. "You are very beautiful. Don't worry, it will be
over soon, and you have no choice but to experience it." This
was true. She had tried sometimes to make herself disappear,
but once the whipping started she had no choice but to be there.
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| The whipping started a little slower
than the last one, with blows landing also on the front of her
thighs and her breasts. He struck her with increasing intensity,
till again she began screaming. But she did not continue for long
before he paused, took out a gag made of the plastic head of a
large dildo. He inserted it in her mouth and pulled the straps
tight, pushing the gag against the back of her mouth.
When the whipping commenced, her screams
were not entirely blocked, but they were stifled. She jerked
her body around in a vain attempt to dodge the blows. She was
now in her own world, unable to see, unable to communicate,
unable to affect what would happen to her.
When the whipping finally stopped,
she stood, sobbing silently. He removed the chain from the ceiling,
and guided her over to the bed. He lay her on her stomach. He
unlocked the cuffs and reattached her wrists to firm handles
at each side of the head of the bed. He attached her ankles
to handles on each side of the foot of the bed. The blindfold
and gag remained.
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| He gently caressed her ass, stopping
to kiss the welts. He massaged her shoulders, sore from her hands
having been cuffed behind her. He kissed her neck, feet, thighs
and ankles. He reached under her and cupped her breasts. At the
same time, he began to tongue the crack of her ass. As he moved
lower with his tongue, he lightly pressed her nipples between
his thumb and forefinger. He pressed his tongue against her asshole.
He was sending waves of pleasure and frustration through her,
the sensations made her moan into the gag that filled her mouth,
but she needed his cock in her cunt, his fingers on her clit.
With no warning, he stopped and she
immediately felt cold lubricant being poured into the crack
of her ass. He slowly inserted a butt plug. Her sphincter closed
around it and held it in. He then produced a pair of nipple
clamps. He lifted up her torso and released one clamp onto her
left nipple, then did the same for the right. Her nipples began
to burn. He thrust his hard dick into her cunt from behind.
He brought his hand around to her cunt, first just placing a
finger on her clit, then stroking on and around it. She was
tied spread eagle, she felt the cuffs around her wrists and
the straps around her ankles holding her in position. A plug
in her ass, his erect cock thrusting in and out of her cunt,
a gag filling her mouth, her clit pulsing under his finger,
her nipples on fire. The blindfold blocked out all light; she
was in a floating world of pure, overwhelming sensation.
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Aaron
Seeman |
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