Tears streamed down my face as my body writhed trying to escape from his hell grip. It felt like an eternity had passed before Master removed his hard cock from my mouth.
“How’d you like that, Kitten?
“I loved it, thank you Master.” In our contract it was agreed that as long as I didn’t have to use our safe word, it was understood that I had to affirm I loved whatever treatment Master had chosen for me.
My body tensed as he gripped my once neatly braided hair, pulling me up from my knees. Thankfully, I found instant relaxation as I breathed in the sandalwood sent that radiated off of Masters neck.
“Don’t move, Kitten.” Turning around, I nervously watched Master stalk across the room to where his wardrobe sat waiting for him.
Sliding his fingers into the vintage handles he swung the doors open, exposing an array of toys. I couldn’t help but notice how gentle he was with an inanimate object. How pathetic, I thought. I’m jealous of a damn wardrobe. He warned me I would want more from him, and that he wouldn’t give me what I longed for. I had to remind myself that this contract was 100 days, and I was only on the 23rd, so I’d better smarten up if I wanted my university degree paid for like he had promised.
I waited anxiously as he pondered what to choose for the session. He took his time today. Every day was different, because he didn’t want anything to be routine. He brushed a few paddles before lifting a crop off the hook. He then picked up an unfamiliar smaller item. Nodding his head in satisfaction he closed the doors and made his way back to me.
“Open.” Reluctantly I opened my mouth. Soon it was filled with steel.
“Suck.” I did what he told me to do. Suckling, and raking my tongue across the plug, knowing what was about to follow.
Gripping my waist with his left hand, he swiftly grabbed hold of my braid and forced my body to fold in half. Releasing his grip from my hair he slid the plug from my mouth, and brought it behind me, lining it up with my ass. Firmly holding my hip in place he used his free hand to press the steel into me. A whimper escaping from my lips.
“What was that Kitten? Was that a sound of discomfort?”
My mind reeled, trying to decide how I would get out of the punishment for what I’d just done. I swallowed hard hoping it would prevent my voice from shaking, “No Master, I loved it.”
“Good. Although I’m not too sure I believe you.” A crack echoed through the room,
my body jolted forward, pain coursing through my buttocks from the blow. I couldn’t believe the soreness a spank could cause. I wanted to rub my ass to soothe the pain, but I knew that would only make things worse.
My thoughts were interrupted by Masters chuckles from across the room. “Here Kitty Kitty,” his eyes bored into me as if I was his prey, while making a come hither motion.
I timidly walked across the room to where Master was standing. A swing waited for me. It wasn’t a typical swing you saw at a playground. This one was made of leather. It was more or less a sling for the upper half of a body. A tiny cushion was built into the top, giving whoever lay in it a place to rest their head. How ironic I thought. Even with a pillow, there was nothing comfortable about the events that took place in this contraption, the stirrups were proof.
Taking a step towards me, Master lowered his head. Our eyes locked. I couldn’t help but hope that maybe he had changed his mind about continuing our session. His mouth twitched, and his lips pulled into a devilish grin. He roughly placed his hands on my hips, and lifted me up off the floor. Effortlessly he carried me to the swing, and set me inside. I inserted my feet into the stirrups, knowing I wouldn’t be able to avoid the use of them.
“Oh Kitten, you know better than that. You really shouldn’t have taken it upon yourself to place your feet there before I commanded you to. But, because you did, you will pay a debt of 10 whips from my crop. After every hit you take, you count. If you miscount, or forget to, we start over.”
My body tensed, and I gripped the chains that suspended the swing from the ceiling, as I waited in anticipation. Lifting the crop to his side he swung it forward, snapping it across my exposed foot. I refrained myself from yelping. “One.”
“Louder Kitten, I can hardly hear what number we are on.”
“One!” I yelled out.
“Better. I shouldn’t have to warn you again.”
“Two!” The second one cracked me across my stomach, the pain so agonizing I bit into my lip, filling my mouth with blood.
“Three! … Four! … Five!” The higher the number became it felt like the harder the snaps cracked onto my body.
“Six! … Seven!” By now my words were starting to slur, and I was fighting my body from passing out. I couldn’t start at square one like Master promised if I fucked up.
“Eight! … Nine! … Ten!” My body lay limp.
Dropping the crop, he inserted his cock into me, using the swing as leverage to fuck my lifeless body until he finished. He then removed the plug from my ass.
“Playtime is over Kitten.”
Scooping me from the swing, he dropped me on to the bed, straddling me. I hoped maybe this time he would kiss me. Prove to me there was a good man living inside. It disgusted me I still felt this way after everything I had just endured. A chuckle escaped him, and my desire to have his mouth on mine was proved to be just that as his weight shifted, reaching over me to where the leather restraints and blindfold rested. Effortlessly he buckled each wrist before sliding the blindfold over my head. He then got off the bed and walked to the bottom.
I hated this part. I could feel his eyes on me, taking in the sight. Contemplating when he would make his next move. Within seconds, his hands gripped my ankles, aggressively pulling my body towards him. The cuffs bit at my wrists, making me grunt. As much as I wanted to complain, I knew I couldn’t, or I would pay for it in the future.
“That’s a good Kitten.”
~A. Nymphomaniac
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