*Crack* Ally whimpered loudly and writhed a bit as the stinging sensation spread all the way across her body from a singular point. The sound of the crop coming down on her clit was worse than the pain it inflicted, or so I was lead to believe. Today, the feeling was magnified by the blindfold preventing any anticipation of where the impact would land. To up the intensity even further, we had turned the session into a sadistic game. Ally was to hold her legs open for me to decide when and where I wanted to bring the crop down. If she closed her legs, I’d switch to the paddle and punish her tits. The caramel skinned brunette had come up with the idea herself, an obvious ask to have me up the intensity. As much as I may enjoy hurting her for our mutual pleasure, I always took things slow and measured. Occasionally, my reluctance to do more, faster made Ally impatient, resulting in diabolical ideations I hadn’t yet considered. Although she couldn’t see me, I circled Ally in a predatory fashion, the sound of my footsteps her only clue as to the location of the next strike. But, even that was never truly accurate, as moans could muffle my movement and the pain confuse the senses. *Crack* Ally’s thigh was the target of this attack from the crop, she shivered in response and nearly crossed her legs. “Mmm, yes, master. That hurts so good.” I smiled only to myself and reached out to change the sensation. My nails glided across the reddened flesh where the crop had just left its mark. Ally moaned a reply, only to have my free hand slap her cheek. “That’s a good painslut. Moan for your master.” Ally sighed deeply and I tweaked her right nipple.
“Ouch! That… Master, please hurt me more.” Ally clearly changed her mind mid thought, as a separate sentence had trailed off into more desire. Perhaps it was because I had removed her blindfold as she yelped. Ally became more depraved whenever she saw what she did to my cock – watching it twitch in response to her own pain made her wetter. An obedient, giving sub through and through, I was so thankful we had found each other. “How should master hurt his whore?” My words were offset by a gentle touch of my fingertips barely grazing Ally’s side. Ally cooed before answering my question. “Master, please spank my ass. Wait, actually, punish my cunt.” My mouth fell open in surprise, the need to be hurt had brought such filth to Ally’s lips that I couldn’t help it. “Okay, fuckpet. Master will destroy your dripping cunt. It’s what a good whore deserves, isn’t it?” Ally nodded enthusiastically, which I took as a sign that I should try to twist the sensitive nub just above her soaked pussy. Ally cried out in response and wrapped her legs around my waist. I responded by flicking her clit with the nail of my middle finger. A deep moan before my other hand flicked her clit too. Another moan, and I brought my mouth to her clit. Ally inhaled sharply, unsure of what I would do. My tongue flicked out to tease her. Ally bucked her hips in response, but I wasn’t going to let her cum yet. My tongue retracted and I gently bit her clit. Ally cried out, but grabbed my head and pulled me in more. She was mine and I was going to own her pussy properly.
*disclaimer: these stories are based on real scenarios between me and my slut. She even insisted I add this disclaimer to our stories.
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