"Oh, darling, you must stop that. When your eyes reflect such panic, I get an erection I can barely contain. Now. Marcus and Susanna, take and hold her so I may mark her beasts. My first job is to mar those delightful tits with beautiful red welts." Mr. Black took a few test swings of the whip to demonstrate its practical snap. Darcy felt her stomach roll, and she worried that she shouldn't have checked the box that said tit whipping on the form. It had sounded like a good idea at the time, but now that she was on the Hucow Swingers' Cruise, the idea seemed more daunting.

Mr. Black took her softly in his hands, cradling her head and whispering into her ear with subtle heat. "This makes you much more sensitive to the clamps, my dear. Now, hold still. I will apply some marks; it's a delicate thing." He took up a whip with small leather cords knotted to elicit screams and sighs she had not thought possible for her to make. When he was finished, her panties were a soaking mess.

"Now, looking at your paperwork, you said you were okay with me breaking the skin." Darcy took a deep breath. "But I don't damage my cows on purpose. Perhaps at the end of the voyage, when you have proven that you're ready, but until then, I suggest we keep things more gentle."

Using his index finger and thumb, he held her red-stripped breast in place with her nipple as he roughly rubbed her, causing pain to trace across her decoupage. Pinching her swollen nipple, his warm fingers were soon replaced with a cold metal clamp. Mr. Black took extra care to crank the knob until it bit into her swollen and welt-stripped nipple. "Can't have them too loose. I want them to hurt when I whip them off your body."

Darcy shuddered. Her entire body was enflamed. How much more until she was able to satisfy the burning orgasm in her core? But she didn't need to worry because after repeating the same process on the second breast, Mr. Black looked directly into her eyes as he pinched tighter, driving home precisely how much he enjoyed watching the pain he inflicted race across and through her body. "You are going to cum so hard tonight you will beg me to repeat this entire process." Holding up the final clover-shaped clamp for her to see, he said, "Time to attach your clit, darling."

He was apparently disappointed at what he found. "Oh, no. This will never do. Martha, get over here and get this cow's clit hard. I can't attach the clamp unless she is fully aroused and filled with blood first." The servant Martha went to work quickly, pushing Darcy back on the bed, spreading her legs, and diving head first into her pussy, lapping and pulling at her with long licks that would focus, flutter and dance over her clit. Darcy lost track of how many times she almost came, but just as she would get close to the edge, the woman Martha would pull back and go to long lapping strokes that wouldn't bring her off.

The last time she approached her climax, she was sure she was going to make it, but at the last minute, Martth popped off, sucking her clit, and Mr. Black swept in and clamped her engorged and sensitive nub. It took him several moments of pinching and pulling to get the clamp into the right place right at the root of her little bud, and each tug brought a shockingly good pulse of electricity through her body.

"Now, that's on well enough to take a few good whacks before I rip it loose. Here's the deal, my love. I'm going to whip you again until these clips come off. Once they do, you will begin the prep to clean your filthy bottom. I know that you never had an enema. That is about the change. It's a shame you must have your first one in front of all these people, but I'm sure you'll survive. All the other hucows have. The shade of red they produce is always astonishing. No sunburn in the world compares to the beautiful blush of a hucow thoroughly embarrassed.

Darcy moved her head to look down at her breasts clamped by the chains. Mr. Black came forward and did exactly as he said, delivering several heavy impacts to the sides and fronts of her breasts. However, after several minutes, the clamps hadn't moved. Mr. Black smiled at her as he came forward and tugged on them with a firm grip. Without even trying, Darcy came so hard that she heard the liquid produced by Martha's tongue lashing hit the floor in thick droplets.

"Feel free to pass it out; we've seen it all. Oh, and don't be ashamed if you lose control of your bladder; it sometimes happens with the more severe strikes."

Standing with the whip, Mr. Black went to work on her only on her nipples and her clit. He'd alternate the focus from her breast to her crotch, making sure to tell her his delight at each of her squeals and shrieks. Soon, her body was crisscrossed with lines of thin pain that traced their way across her skin. Her whole body was aflame. When he brought the whip down for the last three blows that landed with such force, they caused the clamps on her nipples to release and fall towards the floor, jerking the other two in the process.

The release of the clamps from her most sensitive and now swollen parts sent a shockwave that originated between her legs and ears. It was as if she had left her body and allowed the electric blue fire to engulf her entire soul and consume her.

When she came, she was lying on the chaise lounge surrounded by pillows and servants. Mr. Black was also there lounging with her, cuddling her from behind while he stroked her hair.

"You did so well last night. I am tremendously excited to get you cleaned and on board the cruise ship. There is just so much better equipment there to help make last night seem like the least remarkable orgasm of your trip. That's my goal, at least. How are you doing?"

Bessie Blanco Decadence After Midnight Short