Jenny kneels before me, clad only in her stockings and her black high heels: not naked yet totally exposed. I stand above her, watching the slow heave of her breasts while her eyes sparkle with trepidation and desire. I tilt Jenny’s head upward, force her to look me in the eyes as I slide two fingers into the softness of her mouth. I use them to turn her head slowly from side to side, inspecting my pretty whore’s face from all its beautiful angles. I pull my fingers away and tell Jenny to “Put your hands behind your back like a good little slut.”

Jenny hesitates for a moment, but does as she is instructed. Between her knees the candle from her spell is still flickering, resting on the skull, or replica skull she hoped would lend it some power. I pick up the candle, Jenny watches as I pour a few drops onto my forearm. The wax is painful, but not hot enough to burn deeply or permanently. I smile wickedly down at Jenny. “Are you ready to be a good little whore and suffer for me?”

A nervous shudder runs through Jenny’s body before she answers. “Yes, sir. I’m ready sir.”

I take some time to caress Jenny’s breasts, letting my fingers cradle and grope, tease over her nipples. I savour the softness of her skin and the fearful gallop of Jenny’s heart in the moments before her torment begins.

I pour the first fiery drops on to the top of Jenny’s chest. The sudden heat makes her gasp as the molten wax makes contact. I move the candle closer, so each drop has less time to cool as it falls and let three more drops fall onto her skin. The burn is more intense, sudden and searing; Jenny gives soft pathetic whimpers. I pour a pyroclastic cascade between my whore’s breasts and watch her mouth fall open into a voiceless but agonized scream. I give her a second to recover before pouring another hot stream onto the inside of Jenny’s thigh, making her squeak in pain. Another, on the inside of the other thigh, elicits a plaintive yelp. I raise the candle again, but Jenny winces and tries to pull back from the pain.

I grab her by the throat. “I thought you were going to be a good whore and suffer for me.”

“Yes.” Jenny gasps, my grip is just tight enough to make her fight for breath.

“Do good whores run away from pain?”

Jenny swallows. “No, sir. No they don’t.”

“Then why are you trying to get away from me?”

“Because I… it… the pain is…” Fear and agony and lust all cloud my whore’s little mind, make it hard to find her words.

“Is it too much?” I ask, caressing Jenny’s cheek.

“Yes, sir. Its too much, I can’t take it.”

I give Jenny a gentle and reassuring smile. “I thought you could take more, but if you need mercy you only need to beg for it.”

I take Jenny by the chin, tilt her head so she looks up at me while she pleads. “Please, sir. Please have mercy on your helpless little whore. Please please please.”

I step back and take a long second to look over Jenny’s body. “Show me.” I command. “Show me how much you want my mercy.”

Jenny bends forward, instinctively and obsequiously, lifting her ass into the air and placing her face beside my boot. Jenny’s lips part and she extends her tongue. I feel a slight pressure against my foot as my whore runs the livid pink of her tongue along the clean black of the leather. “Please, sir.” She says after the first lick. She changes sides for the second, applying the soft wetness of her mouth to my instep before begging me to “Please have mercy on your whore. Your pathetic slave.” Another lick over my instep, more supplicating words. “I’ll be so good. And it burns so much.” Jenny moves back to the outside before she says “I can make you feel so good. Please mercy. Please can I make you feel good.” Jenny falls silent and rests her head on the top of my laces. I exhale, steadying myself between the lust and sadism that rush through my veins, then grab Jenny by the hair.

I lift her head so that she is on all fours, order her to “Follow me. Crawl.” I lead my whore around the room, keeping my pace steady; just slow enough that she can keep up on her hands and knees, but fast enough that she is off balance. From the corner of my eyes, I watch Jenny’s ass and her hips, the way the muscles in her back move in this atavistic display of surrender. I finally bring Jenny to the bed and lift her to her feet before manhandling her unceremoniously to the mattress. “This.” I run my finger along the outside of Jenny’s labia, teasing my little whore. “This is a view I could get used to.”

“Yes, sir.” My whore moans. “Thank you, sir.”

There’s no warning the spanking is coming. Jenny knows only when my hand strikes against her vulnerable and sensitive ass like lightning. I watch the skin of her buttocks glow pink, order her once again to “Beg. Beg to be fucked like the whore that you are.” More spanks fall onto Jenny’s ass. She screams for the pain of each impact before groveling “Please fuck me, sir. Please. I’m just—" Her words are cut off by more tortured moans as the spanking continues and the sting in her ass becomes overwhelming. “Just your little slave. Your whore. I just want to make you feel good. Please. Please I can make you feel so good sir.”

“Yeah?” I pause Jenny’s spanking to squeeze the flesh of her ass. “My whore’s pussy is nice and wet for me? Waiting for my cock to stretch it out?”

“Yes. I’m so wet for you, sir. Please fuck me. Stretch me out with your big cock. Fill me up with your cum, please. I—”

Jenny’s pathetic begging is cut off by a squeal of animalistic pleasure as I give her what she wants so desperately. My cock presses deep into the welcoming heat of her pussy. I make my whore take every inch, thrusting into her over and over. She gasps and mewls as bliss sparkles in her synapses. Then yelps as my hand impacts her ass. Jenny’s eyes close and her mouth goes slack. The steady glow of pleasure and bright flashes of pain leave my whore’s mind blank. I watch her fingers curl and feel her leg start to shake as agony and bliss overwhelm her nervous system. In her abject capitulation she occasionally moans “Please.”

With a spank on her glorious ass, I tell Jenny to “Come for me. Show me how grateful you are for the chance to be my compliant fucking slave.” Jenny obeys with out saying a word, just gasps and trembles as she plunges into ecstasy.