James gave one more pinch to her clit to make it stand at ready, then stood back and brought the strap down between her legs. Beth jerked, hips rising, but she didn’t close her legs, and James allowed this. She’s done her best, and fought her natural reaction of self-preservation, and, she hadn’t cum. She was panting though, and her pussy was flowing like Niagara Falls.
Again her struck her, this time with lightning speed, and again she jumped, almost imperceptibly, but still her legs remained open. James could see her breasts heaving as she fought for control, saw the sheen of sweat that covered her, heard her heart pounding, saw her stomach muscle clench as she fought back her orgasm.
“One more, pet. You’re doing well.”
He reached forward and ran his finger across her blazing quim. It was red and swollen and oh so tender, but it was sensitive as hell and just this tiniest of touches had her squirming. He flicked her clit and she tossed her head from side to side, a plea for mercy tumbling from her lips.
“Please, no, let me cum, please, can’t... can’t...stop... Sir.”
James smiled in spite of himself. She’d managed to get the all-important ‘Sir’ in there at the last second. Her brain wasn’t completely befuddled... yet.
“Silence, slut. You had better stop yourself.”
He stood back once again and swished the strap through the air, then doubled it over again and slapped it against his palm. “Close your eyes.” She obeyed, not daring not to, and lay in silence, tense, on edge, waiting for the final blow. Seconds ticked by and still he made her wait, then finally, when she thought she would go insane, the strap came down again, the edge catching her clit full on, pushing her to the brink of orgasm, making her scream out as she fought for control.
“Pleasepleasepleaseplease.” The words were jumbled, barely perceptible, but James knew what she was asking.
“No.”’ Down came the strap for one extra time, blazing a trail of agony across her pussy as it lit a fire in her core. Her clit throbbed with pain and an incredible need for release. She felt herself going, falling, the ball of liquid gold beginning to explode within and gripped the sheets tightly as she let loose the cry of a crazed animal. Panting, crying, confused, shaking her head, bouncing her hips, Beth fought back her orgasm, fought like hell and finally won, then lay there shaking, a quivering rag doll upon the bed.
“On your feet now pet. I think you need to cool off.” On her feet? Was he insane? Her legs felt like Jello. “Come on, luv or I’ll take the tawse to your sweet quim. I mean you are lying there so invitin’ and all, spread out for pleasure. Maybe that’s what I should do.”
“No, please, Sir.” Beth knew if he did that, if he did one more thing to her pussy, she’d be unable to hold back her orgasm. No way, no how, she might be strong willed, but no one on Earth was that strong. Mind over matter was not an option.
Moving slowly, trying her best not to give him satisfaction by wincing at the pain throbbing across her entire backside and between her legs, Beth rose, and stood before him, head bowed, the muscles in her ass squeezing to hold onto the vibe inserted there.
He took a lock of hair in his fingers and toyed with it, then traced the lingering red welts left by the riding crop on her breasts. “All marked up so pretty for me. Wish I could parade you around like this luv. Show the world you’re mine.”
He circled her slowly, admiring his work, judging which areas needed more attention, trailing a hand across her abdomen then lower across her ass cheeks as he went around.
“Such a pretty bit you are, sweet, but still so bad. Such a bad girl. You almost came there, pet.”
Now she was outraged. How could he be mad at her for that? She hadn’t cum. It had been hard as hell, but she hadn’t. She’d done well, and the bastard didn’t appreciate it one bit!
If her brain had been working right, if it hadn’t been too jumbled by the sensations still roaring through her body, she’d have known he was baiting her, but instead she fell right into his trap. Not that he needed a reason to punish her further, but still, it was fun.
Her eyes flashed, head coming up as she glared at him with indignant fire. “I didn’t cum you son of a bitch.”
“WHORE! How dare you speak to me that way?” He slapped her hard, for her insolent defiance. He’d expected her to be angry, to show a bit of fire, but not to be so outright disrespectful. It was unheard of while they were in their roles.
Grabbing her arms roughly, nails digging in to her tender flesh, James shook her, his eyes flashing, rivaling the fire in her own. He was seriously pissed off. She’d disrespected her Master, and that was a unspeakable thing to do. She shook her head, lips parted, ready to speak, eyes begging for forgiveness, wanting to take it all back.
“Shut your mouth.” He shoved her down and she fell to her knees, taking the posture of the yielding submissive, eyes squeezed shut.
James stalked the room, snarling, fighting for control. They couldn’t play when he was angry. Their games didn’t work that way. His punishment of her wasn’t about hurting her out of rage. It was for her, for both their pleasure, and emotional release it provided.
Pacing, breathing deeply, his ears picking up on Beth’s soft whimpers, he ran his hand back through his hair and turned to look at her. Seeing her as she should be, on her knees, ready to bend to his will, begging forgiveness, bereft because he had left her, he felt better, fully under control, and ready to continue.
It wasn’t that he was going to let her off any easier for her disrespect, it was simply that he wasn’t going to hurt her in anger. They both knew that if his inner sadist was fully in control as he pushed her body to its limit of pain and pleasure, that he could seriously hurt her, and James knew he’d never be able to live with himself if that happened. She was vulnerable when they took on these roles, and it was his job to protect her. Strong or not, when she came to him, when they entered into these games, she became defenseless, giving up her strength to him, trusting him to care for her and protect her.
“Come here.” His voice was low, controlled but sinister, and Beth quivered, knowing how close to the edge she had pushed him. She rose slowly to her hands and knees, head and eyes down, knowing full well that she’d better not stand, and crawled to him, stopping at his feet.
“Do you have anything to say for yourself?”
“Please forgive my impertinence, Sir. I’m ashamed of my behavior, and ask that you show me no mercy when chastising me. And... I’m sorry.”
“Apology not accepted, and let me assure you that mercy never even entered my mind. Go to my chair and bend over, legs spread, hands on the arms, arse fully presented. It’s time for the cane.”
Chapter 4
Beth hung her head, still ashamed at herself for challenging him. Now wasn’t the time. Now was the time to let it all go. She wasn’t the one in control here, she was just a woman, a submissive, one who didn’t want responsibilities and pressures, and he was doing his best to give her that. She should be grateful. She was appreciative, but her natural born bitchiness had taken over like it did more often than not when they were together, and she had almost ruined everything. Well now he would make her pay, and she welcomed it.
Body aching, nipples still burning, pussy throbbing, ass filled and on fire, her core flooding with sensation as the vibe hummed away in her ass, Beth crawled on her hands and knees across the floor to his overstuffed chair to do as he bid.
The coldness of the floor seeped into her bare knees, making her feel even more vulnerable, filthy and ashamed, but this she welcomed as well. It humbled her to be in this position about to receive his wrath. Humbled her and made her feel normal. Slowly rising as she reached her destination, knowing that to look him in the eyes or raise her head would be a sign of disrespect, she got into position, bent low at the waist, hands grasping the arms of the chair, legs spread wide, ass and cunny fully presented for his pleasure, and waited.
“Good girl.” The small bit of praise buoyed her just a bit, pulling h
er up, soothing her conscience, but there was still so very far to go to atone for her misdeed.
She never heard the pad of his feet as he approached her, just suddenly felt his hands gripping her crimson ass cheeks. Felt his fingers kneading, punishing, digging in, squeezing, massaging, then tracing lightly over the marks he’d already left on her.
“Such a pretty arse you have, luv. It’s made for this you know. Made for hurtin’ and fuckin’. Made for giving me my pleasure in any way I choose.” He changed tactics and began to play with the vibe in her bum. Twirling it, pulling and pushing, toying with it, never establishing a true rhythm, never giving her what she needed, but it felt like heaven none the less. Her pussy was so over sensitive, her clit a bundled mass of electric nerves waiting for one touch to set it off, it wasn’t going to take much when he finally agreed to allow her to cum.
He suddenly pulled the vibe out and she had to bite down on her lip to keep from crying out at the loss. It was pure torment.
He heard her muffled sound of anguish and laughed. “Does baby miss having something nice and big in her arse? Does my whore need it bad?”
“Yes... Sir. Please.”
“All in good time. You pissed me off good and proper Beth, and now you have to pay. We’re gonna play a little game to see how strong you can be, and how well you’ve been trained. You’ll receive three with the cane, then ten turns with the juicer buried nice and deep in your bum, then back to three with the cane, and so on. I wonder how long you’ll last.”
“Oh, Sir. I... please.”
“What’s the matter slut? Don’t think you can keep from cummin’ with the juicer spinning away in your tight little bum?”
“Nnn... ooo, Sir.” It was the truth, God it was. How could she do it? She was already on the brink, and that thing... that thing was evil.
“Perhaps you’d rather I do this.” Without warning, James grasp her tightly around the waist to steady her, grabbed his cock as he pulled back to take aim, and then thrust forward, impaling himself in her scorching depths to the hilt.
Beth let out a cry that was a combination of shock, pleasure, and pain as he stretched her wide, her whipped pussy protesting his harsh assault. Her knees trembled and her head spun, her entire being quivering at the force of her body’s reaction and the powerful slam fucking motion he was using to take her. Without a word he drove in deep, sliding in easily once her body was stretched to accommodate his girth, loving the feel of her molten heat. Her pussy was silky, satiny liquid fire; that engulfed him, squeezing the hell out of his cock and making him want to explode.
She whimpered and moved her hips, needing to pick up his rhythm, needing to fuck him back, needing him to hit the spot deep inside that would bring her the utmost pleasure, but he growled deeply and began to slap her now darkly bruised bottom cheek in time with his thrusts.
“No moving, Beth. I’ve told you before. Bad girls stand still and get fucked. Bad girls get no pleasure until it’s time. They service their Master and that is all, bitch.”
He angled his thrusts so he hit her sweet spot, once, twice, three times, then changed once more so she received nothing but the basic pleasure of being filled so full by her man. She thrashed her head back and forth in frustration, her hands itching to reach down and rub her pussy, to make herself cum. God she needed relief, and it would only take a tiny touch.
As if reading her mind, he moved his hands to her shoulders and pushed hard, forcing her to bend deeper, trapping her in position, immobilizing her. “I said stand and be fucked, girl. You will do as you’re told.”
In and out, hard, oh so hard, his body slammed into hers, balls slapping sometimes just grazing her clit in the most tantalizing of ways, hips pushing relentlessly, cock driving oh so deep, taking all of her, but giving nothing in return, driving her to madness as she whimpered and pleaded.
“Please....Please... Please. Have to cum. Have to cum, Sir. Please.”
“No.” And just like that, as quickly as he had started, he stopped, holding still, letting her feel the pulsing of his cock deep within her core. Beth screamed in frustration, a string of curses dying on her lips. Every nerve was on edge, she could feel that he was close, not as close as her perhaps, but he was. How could he stop? His cock was alive inside her, it throbbed and jumped, demanded attention, but no. He wouldn’t give in.
“Let that be a lesson to you on control, my little whore. I have it, you need it. You may not be able to control your life all the time Beth. May not be able to stop what happens day in and day out. The bad stuff will still come, the stress won’t stop, your boss will still disapprove sometimes, your life will be one big out of control mess on occasion, but you can have control here, pet. I’m giving it to you, and you’d better take it. I maybe the Master, Beth, but you will control your body. No cumming.”
He pulled out of her then, left her empty and oh so needy, and went to the side of the chair, taking her by the chin and raising her face so he could look in her eyes. His were the darkest of blues, still flecked with amber, and hers were stormy grey clouds full of longing and confusion. Her mind had heard him, knew he was right, knew it what was she wanted, but... but her body didn’t give a damn about all that. Her body needed release.
“I mean it, sweet. No cumming. Three with the cane, ten turns with the juicer, back and forth until I think you have gained enough self-control and felt enough pain to pay for your belligerence a while back. If you cum luv, well I just might have to take the cane to your pretty quim, and I don’t think even you can take that.”
Beth looked at him, wanting to protest, wanting to plead, her eyes huge, desperate, her lip coming out in a small pout despite herself. He moved his thumb from where it was gripping her chin and ran it over the offending lip, nail scratching ever so lightly.
“Tsk, tsk, Beth. You know better. Only naughty girls pout. Don’t worry, kitten. When were through I’m going to fuck you for so long and in so many different ways that you’ll be screamin’ and cummin’ and probably passin’ out as well. Gonna make sure you’re limp as a rag doll come mornin’, and more satisfied than you’ve ever been in your life. Good things come to good girls, Beth. Just behave and do as you’re told.”
He gathered up her hair in one hand and jerked her head back suddenly, the menacing tone back in a flash. “But I mean it, pet. If you do anything that breaks the rules, you are going to be ever so sorry. You’ll suck me, satisfy me, I may even fuck you some more for my own pleasure, but all you’ll get is pain, pet. Harsh, bitter, cruel and blinding pain.” He released her hair and shoved her head back down so it almost touched the cushioned seat of the chair, then walked behind her once more to retrieve the cane and came back, swishing it through the air.
Beth shivered, her skin visibly crawling as she anticipated the first biting blow, then force herself to relax. Tensing up was no good, it would only serve to piss him off.
“Kick off those shoes. Heels flat on the floor. I want your skin stretched nice and tight.”
“Yes, Sir.” She did as he said and rid herself of her pumps then planted her feet firmly, knowing moving would be the kiss of death, as her knuckles turned white because of the force of her fingers gripping the chair arms.
“Ready, pet?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Ask me, Beth.”
“Please punish me, Sir.”
“Gladly, Beth.” With that, the cane whooshed through the air, the force causing a high pitched zinging noise to ring out in the room right before it struck her soft skin, leaving a trail of unbelievable fire. Beth stood, gasping, as the fire turned hotter, the full effects taking hold.
“That’s one.” Again the sound of a high pitched swishing noise and again the incredible pain on her backside, this time lower. He was going for the delicate skin where her ass and thighs met again.
Tears burned behind the lids of her tightly closed eyes and she fought not to bounce, not to move, not to let her hands fly back to protect herself. He preceded the la
st by giving her quick light taps on her bum all over, stimulating it, making past hurts flare up, making her exposed pussy ache in more ways than one.
“Spread wider, slut.” Beth did as she was told, her thigh muscles aching as he ran the cane up and down the back of her legs, the mostly smooth cool bamboo feeling good except for the spots where the knots caught on her inflamed tortured skin. He focused on her thighs and she knew exactly what that meant. The last blow in this series would land there. Her mind screamed no, even before he struck with a fury.
A shriek she couldn’t help, emitted from her as she tossed her head from side to side, fighting to keep her body still. She suddenly felt him behind her again, close, oh so close, then felt his warm tongue lapping at the welts left by the hated cane.
“So beautiful, and marked only for me.” His words were whispered against her skin. Warm and soft, bathing the crimson fire. He lapped at her hurts, easing them, causing her body to tumble into confusion once more, before rising and going to the refrigerator for the juicer.
“It’s time for pleasure, baby. Remember, no cumming. Not even a little one.”
“Ohhhhhhh. James please.” She knew she couldn’t do it, but knew she had to. She was about to plead some more, knowing it would do no good, when before she could fathom why, he picked up the cane and delivered one more stinging blow right to the center of her ass, over her exposed pussy. She yelped, just barely stopping her hands from flying back.
“Foolish girls thinking only of their cunts, forget their manners, Beth. Who am I?”
“Sir. You’re Sir, Sir. I...”
“Silence. Don’t forget it again. You’re impertinence tires me, and your mouth is better used for things other than babbling. Now then, where was I? Oh yes, your favorite toy.”
He was right and she knew it. Just as before, she thought of how she’d never imagined such a thing existed, and thought of how wicked it was. I mean really. Who in their right mind could design such a thing, but thank goodness for ingenuity.
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