…I feel a warmth between my legs as his hands press against me, to open me wider for him. His soft tongue runs across my labia to my clit, he’s ‘kissing me better’ and oh fuck he is good…

Adam: I know I owe her one more strike, but I just could not resist; with her bound and restrained, her skin flushed and red, I needed to taste her. I had been careful in my punishment, too soft and the effect is lost, too hard and that fine line between pleasure and pain is crossed. My strikes needed to be perfect, both in strength and position. The last two were of risk, brushing against her clit without lashing her is challenging, but my aim was true and my lash was balanced. Five had been the perfect number. I worried she was so tight she would be able to hold on, but her body responded compliantly to my game. She takes care of body, she is toned and her pussy just aches to be eaten.

I press the palms of my hands against her cheeks. I know she’ll feel my breath against her as I prize her apart to place my tongue inside of her. I start with gentle kiss, a kiss for her ‘wounds’ but I can’t resist the urge to taste her flesh. I glide my tongue between her lips and slide it down to her clit. At first a kiss, then a lick, and then I suck upon it. Her bodies is writhing against the restraints, I know they will hold and I can savour the sweetness flowing from her body. I flick my tongue against her clit harder and faster, even from here I can feel her breathing intensify, her height changes as she rocks from toe to heel. Pulling back, I place two fingers against her entrance and slowly slide them inside. She is so wet, giving no resistance to my touch, I can feel her ridges, her complexity. I can feel her muscles squeezing my fingers as I run them in and out of her. The limited movement she retains is being used to push back, she wants more, she wants deeper. Releasing the grip of my left hand from her rear, I reach to gain the dildo I used in her before. This time, she won’t have to hold on, but I can have the pleasure of sucking and licking her while I use this toy to fuck her.

I align the toy and glide it inside of her, the shallow base of the toy gives ease of access to continue by meal. She’s pushing back as best she can, rhythmically, I can feel the muscles in her legs become tense. I repeatedly flick my tongue against her as fast as I can, and as I sense her tension building I cannot contain a little more cruelty: “This is for my pleasure and mine alone, you do not cum with out permission, do you understand?”, “yes sir” she replies meekly, passing breath between sound. I want her to cum, I want her to release, but I also want her to try to stop herself, which will give me reason to punish her further.

I return to my position, knelt behind her between her legs, with one hand thrusting the toy in and out, I use the fingers of my other hand to spread apart the flesh beside her clit. This will intensify my licks and allow me to apply more pressure. I flap my my tongue vigorously against her, her juices flowing ever more freely, I taste her orgasm building as I push the toy in again and again. The toy was limited in size, but was sufficient for this purpose, whilst the depth of my own thrust may be of little difference, I am thicker and firmer than this toy. She is tilting her hips more and more, riding my licks with every swing. ‘Sir, sir’, she begs, ‘I, i, I can’t hold on…’. In my shoulders I can feel the unmistakable quiver in her thighs, the sign that she is about to explode at any minute. I could be desperately cruel and simply withdraw all stimulation, but that is not my game, and I am not a cruel master. I push my face in deep for one last long lick, before I remove the toy, rise to my feel and push my thick hard cock inside her as hard as I can. I hear her gasp as I enter and the quiver becomes a shake, her body shatters to my thrust she screams and pulls hard against the restraints. Her toes push her high off the bench, as she gasps one more time as her climax begins to fade. I could barely contain myself from such excitement, but I have far more planned; don’t stray, don’t fade away, I must hold firm.. “Did you disobey me, again?” She is panting over and over gasping for breath. I can still feel the ripples of her orgasm running against my cock as I remain deep inside of her. She can barely speak as she whispers: ‘I’m sorry sir, I’m so sorry’. “You are my slut, and you do as I command”. It has taken sometime to adjust to this lexicon, words like ‘slut’ did not come naturally, but I know it makes her tingle, make her feel like she is mine, she is not ‘a’ slut, she is ‘my’ slut.

I stand back, she grips onto my cock but cannot hold on, her grasp insufficient to keep me inside of her. “I had hoped 4 lashes would be sufficient”. With the belt long discarded, I raised my hand to slap against her ass, the ‘smack’ reverberating from the walls whilst her body remained in post-orgasmic ecstasy. Though softer than the belt, the sting of my hand causes her whole body to shake, her body more sensitive and delicate. “5” she cries.

Sensing that she is; at least for the moment, spent, I release her from her restraints, freeing her arms for the first time since we began. I slowly help her to her feet, her body is shaking and coated in a cool sweat. She shakes and shivers as I put my arms around her, to steady her balance. I look deep into her eyes, reassuring her, helping her know that I see and feel all of her. She throws her arms around my neck, I hold her tight and close, still maintaining her balance. My body shares warmth, as I pull her closer still into my embrace, her swollen breasts push against my ribs. We kiss, before her arms relax and her head rests against my chest. She can feel my heart beating strong as play takes a pause for us to compose. “You ease my pain, so easily” she whispers, warmed by my embrace, safe in my arms, a reflection of the depth of our ‘play’.

Moments passed, covered by the tides of time. Her breathing slowed, the pressure relaxing though our embrace remains firm. She is recovering, and there is more living to be done. “What next, sir?” She asks in a gentle hushed tone. Our embrace softens, she is looking at me, no through me, through into my soul. I see her gently bite her lip, as her arm lowers to grab ahold of me, gliding her hand gently back and forth. “I still need to satisfy me master…”’