Lady in Bondage

by Powerone

  "EEEEEHHH,” she cried out when the rod beat between her cheeks to attack her backside so vigorously. She was afraid he would send the rod up her bottom like he did his finger. How could he hit her in such a place? Were all men like Lord Michael, so intensely interested in her backside, his fingers, and now the rod visiting the forbidden hole with such an inquisitive nature? Lord Michael was raining blows on her delicate flower, Anna unable to stop her muscles from clenching and unclenching, sure that she was giving Lord Michael a most erotic sight of her beaten anal bud. It felt strange yet at the same time she felt the hint of arousal, forced to submit to having her anal ring beaten with a birch rod while she voluntarily kept her body spread and open for him. The rod slashed at her backside until she felt a burning, her hips moving with vigor as it lashed back and forth over her clenching hole. He finally stopped, Anna sucking in air as she tried to fill her lungs. Was Lord Michael finished? She didn't have to contemplate the idea very long, Lord Michael moving the rod to her silky thighs, the birch rod between her legs, slashing back and forth to strike each unprotected thigh, moving from her knees all the way up the vee of her legs. She could feel it in the blows, he would not stop at her thighs, her sex lying open and exposed to the rod.

  Lord Michael didn't spare the rod, her virgin pussy his next target, dancing up the inside of her thighs with the rod, her body shuddering each time he got closer to her love nest. He began to lightly tap at her puffy lips, the rod caressing the flesh with a sharp bite, but Anna didn't try to shut her thighs and protect her womanhood. Instead, her bottom rose up higher as if offering her most intimate parts to make it easier for him to touch her deeper and for the rod to strike the dark inner red lips of her womanhood. Even the dark virgin hole was open to the bite of the rod. And Lord Michael dug it deep between her thighs, bringing the rod straight up from the floor to insure that it stung between her lips, pushing them apart with such force that it exposed her red cunt to the tip of the rod. Her body jerked up with each blow, Lord Michael moving higher up her cunt to attack her love button, the seat of her pleasure. And now pain, the tip of the rod smashing the swollen bud into her pelvic bone, a shriek tore from her lips.

  Lord Michael was lashing her sex with the rod, her body jerking with each blow as it danced up her slit, hitting the lips until they grew bright red and puffy, then pushing them aside to attack the pink flesh of her inner lips. Her hips were dancing erotically, Anna unable and unwilling to stop Lord Michael, suffering under the lash of the rod in spite of the pain. Or maybe because of it. Lord Michael's attack on her pleasure button was what drove her over the edge, her thighs spreading wider, opening up her lips to allow the tip of the rod to touch the deepest parts of her intimate sex. Each time he hit her love button, her body would wiggle and squirm, arching up her bottom so high as if she were welcoming his prick inside her, her inside muscles clenching tight as if looking for the flesh deep inside her. She could only gasp and groan with each bite of the rod on her body, the waves of emotions rolling off her as the pain began to become pleasurable, Anna willing to do anything to please Lord Michael.

  Lord Michael's thick prick needed release, this time Anna would service him with her mouth, but not until she succumbed to the pleasures of the rod. Anna was squirming with obvious pleasure, her groans not of pain, but of ecstasy, her thighs opened voluntarily to the harsh bite of the rod, her virgin hole snapped hard by the tip of the rod. He intensified his attack, the rod striking up and down her slit, dancing over her pleasure button, even attacking the virgin hole.

  Anna shuddered, her orgasm fast approaching, uttering screams of pleasure each time the rod touched her intimate flesh. Her cheeks quivered, her cunt twitched, her body began to spasm in voluptuous delight. Anna began to have the longest orgasm in her short sexual life, the rod extending it each time that Anna thought it was over, Lord Michael extracting the maximum amount of pleasure from her young, untrained body. Her cunt opened and shut until it finally dumped out the thick, milky white fluid from her orgasm, soothing as it rolled down her beaten thighs. Anna shuddered in joy, Lord Michael rubbing the length of the rod up and down her slit, the sharp points from the broken twigs rubbing harshly between her silky, smooth inner lips. Her body was exhausted, two intense orgasms draining all of her energy. Lord Michael pulled her off the leather couch until Anna found her naked body kneeling down on the floor in front of Lord Michael, her head only inches from the front of his trousers.

  Lord Michael's hands quickly pulled open his trousers, the sight of Anna's wet lips and hot breath so close exciting him. He looked at her as he exposed his rigid prick to her, waving it obscenely only inches from her mouth. He wanted satisfaction, this time not her titties, but her mouth to satisfy his lust. “Explore it with your fingers,” Lord Michael ordered her as he shoved his trousers down to his ankles, his legs spread apart so she could cradle his balls.

  Anna's hands rose up slowly, seeing the erect prick in front of her face. It was just as she remembered, her dreams last night reliving the time when Lord Michael masturbated his prick nestled between the pillows of her bare breasts. Her hands touched it, pulling them back when she felt how hot it was, hesitantly returning to curl her slim fingers around the thick shaft. She held it tighter as it jerked and shuddered in her fingers. Was she hurting him? Her fingers began to explore it, running up and down the shaft, feeling the thick veins pulsating with his blood. Her fingertip curled under the thick helmet that perched on the end, a deep purple, glistening with his juices that leaked profusely from the tiny hole in the tip. Her fingernail around the edge of the helmet made it jerk each time, finally running her index finger over the head, rubbing in the slick fluid until her finger slid with ease. Back and forth she teased her finger over the hole in the end, each time extracting more of his precious fluid. Her other hand crept low between his legs to cradle the hairy, wrinkled sack. She squeezed her hand slowly until she felt the twin balls inside, hanging down almost unconnected. His prick jerked each time she squeezed his balls, her hand holding his erect prick tight. It had to be at least seven inches long, but the more she touched and fondled it, the longer and thicker it grew. How big would it get? She wasn't sure if she could obey his next order.

  "Take it in your mouth Anna. Wet your lips.” Lord Michael watched as she obeyed so submissively, her tongue coming out to lick her silky lips until they glistened in the light. Lord Michael moved a bit closer, Anna opening her mouth as he neared, growing wider as she finally understood how big his prick was and how wide she would have to open to accommodate him. He sighed in pleasure when he felt her hot breath blow on the head, her lips slowly engulfing the thick head until they captured the head in her mouth. He looked down at her, his prick jutting out her tiny mouth, her lips stretched wide around his thickness.

  Anna surprised even herself, her hand holding the shaft of his prick, she opened her mouth to encircle the knob of his prick, drawing the hot flesh into her mouth and began to suck on it as if it were a lollipop. His prick shoved her tongue to the bottom of her mouth, Anna pulling it out so she could lavish attention on the thick head, her tongue swirling around it with passion, lapping at the salty fluids that seemed to fill her mouth with his taste. She pulled his prick out for a moment, her tongue licking up and down the long shaft as if she had done this many times. Her hand held it tight as his prick quivered and jerked from the unexpected touch of her tongue on it. She took his shaft back into her mouth, rhythmically sucking it, her hand running up and down the shaft as if she had done this for years.

  Lord Michael couldn't believe her skills, almost as good as her mother, looking down at the young girl as she sucked his prick with such vigor, her innocent face broken by his prick jutting from her mouth. “Slower,” he ordered her, not wanting her to see how well she was arousing him, wanting her eager to please. He began to guide her head with his hands, holding her firmly as his hips began to rock back and forth, his prick sliding easily along her wet lips.

  "Your tongue, make it
dance over my prick.” He felt her tongue slip under the edge of the helmet. “Yes, like that. Suck my prick Anna.” Her other hand was busy squeezing his balls, her slim hand gently cupping them, coaxing out the cum stored in them. He let her take over sucking his prick for five minutes, his balls aching for release.

  She lavished her attention on his prick, worshipping it with her mouth, his juices flowing freely from the tip, coating her taste buds with the salty taste of his cum. Would he expect her to take his juices in her mouth? She saw how he came on her yesterday, his sperm abundant, the milky, white fluids all over her face. Could she swallow such a massive amount of the thick fluid?

  Lord Michael was ready, pushing away her hands, taking her head with his powerful hands. He held her head still, but his hips were a blur, thrusting vigorously in and out, delighting as her mouth tightened on his shaft as it passed through her lips. He enjoyed when he pushed too hard, the knob of his prick too close to her throat, Anna choking in response, tears falling slowly from her eyes. He shoved to the back of her mouth, the knob of his prick poised at the entrance to her throat, staring down at her face, her hands hanging uselessly at her sides, daring her to protest his actions. He shoved, a gurgling sound and then a gag, the head of his prick swallowed into Anna's tight throat. It felt like tiny fingers dancing over the head of his prick, her throat muscles struggling to throw the intruder out, succeeding only in bringing incredible pleasure to his prick. He held her tight, fighting the urge to cum, finally pulling from her throat, her nose flaring as she tried to breath. She sucked in a deep breath at the same time he came. His buttocks tightened, his sphincter clenched tight as the cum raced from his balls to shoot out the end of his prick with incredible force into her unsuspecting mouth.

  She was thankful that she could breathe, but a new sensation exploded in her mouth. He came, gallons of thick, salty cum filled her bulging cheeks like a chipmunk during the winter. She had no choice but to swallow, the spewing prick continuing to fill her mouth in spite of swallowing the first load. Time and time again she choked down the copious fluid, her stomach gurgling as it sat heavily inside her. She couldn't believe he had that much, each time she emptied her mouth, his prick would squirt another load in her waiting mouth. She lapped and swallowed as quickly as she could, choking and gagging from the endless supply of thick crème. She finally felt his prick getter smaller, less hard, her tongue running over it until it sat heavily on her tongue. Her lips tightened on it as the limp prick slipped out of her mouth, Anna not wanting to admit it, but wanting to feel the joy again of bringing so much pleasure to Lord Michael.

  She gulped down his prick like a tavern wench, swallowing his abundant crème with such enthusiasm. He finally pulled his shrinking organ from her mouth, the sheen of his juices coating her lips. He sat down next to her, his hands playing with her breasts and between her legs, her hands on his prick until it grew hard again. With no encouragement she knelt between his legs, her mouth engulfing his growing prick, her tongue working on the knob as her fingers encouraged the cum from his balls again. He was surprised when she forced the knob of his prick into her throat, choking and gagging, her hands on the couch holding tightly while her throat massaged his prick. Lord Michael couldn't believe the cum she drew from his balls again, Anna kissing his deflated prick as it slid from her mouth for the last time tonight. She dressed without saying a word, Lord Michael already behind the desk as she left. She was just about to close the door when she turned to him.

  "I will be back after school tomorrow,” she stated almost emotionless, but added. “To be punished.” She felt her thighs grow wet with desire as the door closed.

  Jenna couldn't believe it. Anna was on the floor, sucking Lord Michael's prick and by the look of pleasure on his face, was doing it expertly. Jenna had practiced on the ivory dildo, but nothing like the real flesh of a man. She couldn't even wait to get back to her room, hiking up her dress, her hands racing to excite an orgasm from the erotic spectacle in front of her. Jenna came just as Lord Michael did, Jenna swallowing as if he had unloaded his seed in Jenna's mouth, not Anna's. She quickly left, not wanting to get caught. Why didn't Lord Michael want her? What was wrong with her? He had taken her mother and Anna, but barely said a word to Jenna.

  CHAPTER 9

  One Month Later

  It had been over a month now and Lord Michael seemed to have moved in, Lady Charlotte not protesting the arrangement. In fact she had never been so sexually satisfied since Henri, the painter twenty years ago. That in spite of not fully understanding it herself. Lord Michael had taken her sexually to places that she never even considered before or even fathomed. She found herself bound often, yanking on the rope that kept her naked body spread for him, the bondage heightening the arousal. He wielded the rod with regularity, Lady Charlotte finding her body eagerly responding to the punishment with increasing arousal and pleasure, seeking to please Lord Michael with her response.

  Lord Michael had a bond with Anna, neither one of them speaking much of it, but Lord Michael had assured Charlotte that Anna was still a virgin. Charlotte was convinced that Anna satisfied Lord Michael's lust in some manner, whether it be her hand or her mouth. The bond wasn't so much as father-daughter than husband-wife which disturbed Charlotte a little, but she didn't dare say anything to Lord Michael about it. And Lord Michael's sexual libido seemed to be able to handle two lovely women at one time. Yes, Lady Charlotte had to admit that Anna had become a woman.

  Now Jenna was a different story. She had grown more despondent over the last month. Charlotte thought it was more jealousy than anything else. Lord Michael had fawned over Charlotte and Anna but he seemed to ignore Jenna as if on purpose. When Charlotte asked him about it he dismissed it quickly, his only comment. “Jenna will come around soon enough."

  The afternoon punishment of Anna had almost become a ritual, Anna racing home in spite of Jenna's pleas to spend time with her. She would soon find herself in Lord Michael's library, preparing herself for him while he worked without looking up from his desk. Today was different, Anna opening up the door to find someone else in the room, the smell of cigar smoke hanging heavily in the room. “I'm sorry Sir,” Anna blustered. “I'll come back later if that is your pleasure.” She hoped he would find time for her, needing the daily masturbatory ritual. She turned to run out of the room but stopped in her tracks from Lord Michael's booming voice.

  "Don't leave Anna. I want you to meet someone.” It was a command, not a request, Anna obeyed instantly. She had learned her place in life rather quickly, eager to submit and please Lord Michael. Now he would see how willingly she would accept her fate.

  Lord Roger Bigod looked over at the door, pleased with the lovely girl that graced the doorway. She was turning around quickly, her full skirt spinning gracefully, her long hair shimmering in the light of the sun that blazed through the open windows. Lord Michael had told him of this unbelievable woman. Not only beautiful and talented, but she also took to the life that Lord Michael and Lord Roger subscribed to. Though twenty years his junior, age had little to do with it, it was more temperament. He stood up as she approached, his prick already stirring at the thought of the young girl in his bed.

  "This is Lord Roger Bigod. Lord Roger, this is Lady Anna.” Lord Michael made the introductions.

  She blushed when she saw the way he looked at her, her eyes downcast, but not before she caught a good glimpse of him. And to be called Lady Anna. He must be at least mid thirties, impeccably dressed, long black silky hair, slender build and if she was correct, the arms beneath his coat were strong, his large, powerful hands giving it away. And a Lord, having heard of the Bigod family, a powerful family with a proud tradition and immense wealth. Why was he here? She curtsied before him, bending her head, knowing that he was getting an eyeful of her generous bosom, learning from Lord Michael that men loved to be enticed by a lovely body. She stood up and gazed into his large blue eyes. “Good day Sir,” she said respectfully. She put out her hand, shivering wh
en his powerful hand grasped her tiny hand, his lips kissing it so sensuously that she felt an immediate wetness between her legs.

  She was certainly as beautiful as Lord Michael had promised, if not more. And by the glimpse of the lovely, naked cleavage she revealed to him when she curtsied, she had learned her craft well. “You are as ravishingly beautiful as Lord Michael has led me to believe.” He smiled at her, seeing her blush at his candor.

  "You flatter me kind Sir,” her face turning red from the compliment. She didn't have much experience with men, her father protecting her previously and now Lord Michael taking all of her time since. “It was a pleasure meeting you.” She turned to leave.

  "Don't leave Anna. You came here for a reason. What is it?"

  She turned back towards Lord Michael, her eyes pleading with him not to shame her in front of Lord Roger. “Please M'Lord?"

  "No need to be shy Lady Anna,” adding the Lady to her title. “Lord Roger is a member of the Society. You need not be bashful in front of him."

  "But Lord Michael. It's so personal.” She refused to say it in front of Lord Roger.