Pussy whipped...

She was on her back, tied with her legs spread as far apart as they would go. Her arms were above her head, out of the way. He wanted her to be completely helpless and to have no defense against what he was going to do to her. He could tell by the look in her eyes, that she knew there was going to be a new kind of pain today. Something she had never experienced before.

Although frightened, he could tell her fear left her aroused. He could be her juices seeping from her freshly shaved cunt. The lips were puffy, swollen with her desire. He traced a finger lazily up and down the moist slit, barely grazing her inner lips. She tried to push her hips forward to create more contact, but he just moved his fingers farther away. Teasing her and making her hunger for his touch and her release. It would be quite awhile before she got to cum, if she did get to.

Running his finger deep inside her dripping cleft, he gave her clit a quick stroke, causing her to buck her hips, then he stepped away. Licking her juices from his finger, savoring the essence of her on his tongue.

The crop was his first implement of choice. He was going to start easy, and work his way to excruciating. He walked towards her slowly swinging the crop back and forth in front of him so she could see it. Her eyes followed it's arc like a small bird watching a snake slither towards it's nest, powerless to stop it.

The first couple of slaps were fairly easy, hardly hurting at all. They felt like a gentle patting on her vulnerable and hungry flesh. Soon though they came harder and faster. The slapping beginning to sting and her flesh turning red from the assault. He was striking her nether lips with the leather slapper, and with each impact she yelped and jumped trying to protect her cunt from his attack. She knew there was no escape, but she reflexively tried.

Now that she was warmed up properly, her pussy lips swollen and red now, he decided it was time to switch to the flogger. He chose the heavy leather flogger that gave both a heavy thudding sensation, but it also stung quite badly. He began on the inside of her thighs, working from her knees to her cunt. In and out he worked, covering every inch of the tender flesh on the inside of her legs. She twisted and turned in her restraints as he whipped her.

Now he started in earnest on her cunt. Landing the flogger with deadly accuracy right on her clit or on either lip. Wherever he wanted her to feel his pain. She cried out with each lash, her tears spilling hotly down her cheeks as he hurt her.

The tremors of each hard lash rippled along her thighs like waves on the ocean. Waves of pain she rode higher and higher. Her tears running from her eyes non-stop. Her mascara leaving black tracks down her face. He loved seeing her a mess like this. It brought her down a few notches. She was a proud woman in the vanilla world, but here under his touch, she was just his dirty little whore. A pain slut that loved to be hurt and humiliated. To be made to do the most base and vile acts. Things that just a short time ago she would have never thought herself capable, much less willingly to do.

He made her crawl after him wherever he went in the house. When she was there, she wore his collar with leash attached, and she was not allowed to walk, just crawl. She had to ask permission to do everything. While here she was his possesion. His plaything. Something to be used for his pleasure, and if she was lucky, she would get her release. She usually was made to cum, but not always. When she was, it was over and over. She would be forced to cum, long after she begged him to stop. He held the vibe to her clit until it hurt, and even after she swore she couldn't cum anymore, he would press it into her and tell her to cum for him. Her body would respond against her will, and even though it hurt she would cum again. Pain and pleasure the same. Indistinguishable in her mind.

The lash of the flogger brought her out of her reverie. The pain shooting through her tortured cunt bringing her back to where she was.  He gave her a few more hard blows before walking away, leaving her there to shake and tremble from his blows.

The next implement he was going to use was the wickedest of all. The single tail was the most feared tool he used on her. She hated it, but yet she craved it's kiss, wanted to feel it caressing her skin with it's evil tongue.

He approached her, cracking it in the air. Letting her hear it's hiss before she felt it's bite. The first lash caught her on the inside of her thigh, just where her leg met her crotch. The most tender spot, the sweet spot as her thought of it. He loved to bite her there, and it made the perfect target for the whip. She screamed at the pain, and watched as a thin bloody line appeared where it had landed. The next strike had the same effect.  He worked the whip up the inside of one leg and then the other, leaving a trail of bloody welts. Her skin bruising quickly, but yet she took all he could give her. She knew this is what he desired, and she wanted nothing more than to give him what he most desired.

He finally targeted her drooling cunt. She was oozing her juices all over the table and onto the floor. Through the pain she was still on the verge of cumming. He flicked the single tail out at her and it landed squarely on her wide open cunt. Striking her righ ton her clit. He didn't do it full force, it didn't require that to be excruciating. Her swollen clit was so sensitive, just the flick of the whip hurt so much she screamed. She couldn't hold back, not that she tried. He loved to hear her screams.

One after another. the lashed landed squarely on her cunt. Though painful, she could feel the pressure building in her belly signalling an impending orgasm. She cried and moaned with each blow.

He knew she was on the verge of cumming, he could read her body like a book. Dropping the whip he grabbed one of her nipples and twisted it hard. At the same time he shoved three fingers hard into her gaping cunt. Pinching and twisting her nipples while he fucked her with his hand, she was soon rocketing towards an epic orgasm.

"Cum on my fist you dirty little whore. Cum from my pain. You can't cum without my pain can you?", he growled in her ear.

"No Master!", she screamed as she came all over his pounding fingers. She screamed as her orgasm tore through her body. His fingers torturing her swollen nipples as he pinched them as hard as he could, mashing them in his strong grip. His fingers splitting her cunt wide open as she gripped them with each spasm. He fucked her with his hand hard until she could cum no more. His hand and the floor covered in her juices.

It was now his turn, and whipping out his hard, swollen cock, he shoved it into her cunt and gave her a couple strokes before pulling out. Now that it was slick with her pussy juices, he pushed it into her tihgt asshole. She gasped at the invasion, but spread her ass as far as she could, given her restraints.

He pounded her ass as hard as he could. He was hungry to hurt her with his cock. He split her wide open on his hardness. She screamed and cried from the pain of his invasion. He fucked her relentlessly until he could feel his orgasm about to erupt.

Pulling out he shot his load all over her cunt and thighs. It dripped down her skin and dribbled onto the floor. He stroked himself until every drop was drained from him balls.

Tucking himself back into his pants, he untied her and pulling her from the table, he pushed her down on her knees.

"Lick up our juices, slut. Clean the floor, and don't you leave a drop.", he ordered her. Her face burned with the humiliation of what she was told to do, but she did as she was told with no hesitation. She licked the tile floor clean, leaving no trace of their emissions.

Grabbing the leash, he attached it to her collar and led her out of the room. It was time for her to do her chores and if she didn't get them done in time, she would be punished.