1. Double Domination - Part 2


    Date: 6/6/2016, Categories: BDSM, Author: katyswann, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    body. He smiled down at me, his face softening slightly, and I smiled back, happy that I was in safe hands. My Master had chosen well. “I’ve been telling Brad about our new rules and how you’ve earned tonight’s punishment,” said Master, gravely. “I can now tell you that you’ve lapsed forty-two times.” Forty-two? No way! I remained silent as I absorbed the information. I didn’t need to be a genius to work out that the number forty-two would feature heavily in tonight’s play. “We’re going to punish you with the crop tonight. Forty-two lashes. Then you will endure a certain number of forced orgasms.” Master’s voice was firm, non-negotiable and I swallowed as I tried to comprehend his words. No way could I come forty-two times. Master helped me to stand and unclipped the cuffs behind my back, but my freedom was short-lived as he quickly clipped them together in front of me. Then he raised my arms and attached the cuffs to a chain that dangled from a discreet hook in the ceiling. Before he pulled the chain taut he attached my ankles to a spreader bar so that my legs were forced apart. I was stretched out, on tiptoe and completely helpless. The knowledge sent a surge of heat through me that pooled between my legs. I was already horny and they hadn’t even hit me yet. “You don’t have to count,” growled Master as he picked up a riding crop. He swung it forcefully making the air whistle and me flinch. “Use your safe word if you need to, okay?” “Yes, Master,” I managed to reply. I was ...
    thankful I didn’t have to keep count. That way I could concentrate on the pain and all the delicious things it could do to me. Master hit me first, delivering a stinging blow to the back of my right thigh. I swung in my bonds and winced. I braced myself for the next blow and was caught out when he just lightly tapped my arse with the leather slapper. After a few more light slaps to my buttocks I relaxed and enjoyed the teasing tingly sensations. Then he hit hard again, really hard, making me scream as fire scorched my arse sending ripples of pleasure straight to my pussy. Oh yes! I closed my eyes and waited for the next hit, but instead of the smack of leather, rough hands rubbed my warming skin. I opened my eyes and stared into Master’s face. The hands behind me belonged to Brad, then. Master grinned. A fire burned fiercely in his eyes telling me that he was enjoying this as much as I was. When Brad stopped rubbing the hurt away, Master handed him the crop. Brad didn’t hit quite as hard as Master, but he did hit me in more sensitive areas like the delicate skin between my thighs. Even my breasts and pussy got a light cropping. I had no idea whether I did indeed receive forty-two lashes in the end – I didn’t care. Between them, Master and Brad took me on an exquisite journey of pleasure and pain. When one of them hit me hard, the other would kiss or rub the hurt away before doing it again. And again. I lost track of time as my body buzzed with endorphins and my mind basked in ...
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