He felt the burn on his back. It felt like with each blow from the flogger, more blood pumped to his cock. It was standing straight up and showing how he truly felt about the current situation. She reached up and unzipped the hood again, she realized he could hear her more clearly when it was unzipped. She reached down with her leather-gloves hand and gripped his cock; she started at the tip, getting all of the precum he’d leaked and rubbed it all over it. She then reached that hand under her skirt and ran her hand over her dripping pussy, covering it in her juices. She took hold of his cock again with her gloved hand, rubbing it all over and stroking again. “You better not fucking cum,” she said in a very sexy, commanding tone, sucking in air and biting her lip as she did so. “If you cum, I double everything, even the one we just finished.” She shuffled her legs creating some friction between her thighs, her own words and his reaction to each of them were driving her wild. She reached up, zipped the hood and walked over to the other wall. She took down a riding crop, a leather paddle, a menacing looking single-tail whip and a cane. Honestly, she didn’t even know if she could use the last two, but they had came together many times watching Dommes brutalize subs with canes and whips, so the thought was always in her mind, and most likely his. As laid out the implements on the table, she took a minute to admire everything around her. She looked at the cell in the corner and thought about riding his cock on the metal-framed bed inside. She thought about how that was part of her original plan before she found out he had broken a major rule multiple times and now deserved to be punished for it. She picked up the crop and stroked it with her gloves hand before cutting it through the air making that swishing sound. She walked up behind him and dragged it over his fully exposed ass, still white and untouched since all of the lashes from the flogger met his back; she stopped for a moment to admire that work just one more time. She sized up her distance from him, and struck him with her crop. He instinctively squirmed, but then presented his ass again to her; she took that as a challenge. She brought back her arm and hit him with a force she felt was twice as hard – he did the same, first pulled away and then seemed to be asking for more, begging for more is how she took it. She pulled back and hit him with a series of blows at the same force – she honestly wasn’t even keeping track of how many times she had struck him, but each time she did, he presented his ass once again and she tried to hit it harder. Suddenly she stopped and approached him, she rubbed her body against his, reached up and unzipped the hood again. “I didn’t hear you counting,” she said with a big smile. “I was Goddess,” he responded. “Listen to my words slut, I didn’t say you weren’t, I said I DIDN’T HEAR YOU. NOW START AT ONE TO TEN!” She was pleased with herself, and how firmly she just did that, and it carried over into the force she used on her first strike. “One! Arghhhhhh!!” he cried out. She quickly stopped and approached him to make sure he was okay, even she thought that that blow might have been a bit too hard. She asked him if he was fine and he said yes, but his voice was broken. As she looked down, she noticed that his cock was telling an entirely different story – she had never seen his cock like this – it was standing straight out and throbbing. “Don’t lose count slut,” she tapped his cheek with her gloves hand and hit him nine more times with the crop, each as hard as she could. Read more »