Sven couldn't move. It was how Mimi preferred it. He looked so beautiful when he was helpless. Just Waiting. Expectant in the half light.
"Now," she purred, crossing her arms over her chest and looking over at her boyfriend whose arms were pulled up over his head, tied to a metal hook screwed into the ceiling. "Are you going to be a good boy for me?"
Sven nodded and twisted awkwardly on his knees. He couldn't speak. Mimi had seen to that, stripping him and gagging him as soon as they had locked the door behind them. She smiled and rubbed his leaking dick gently.
"Good." She smiled. "Because you don't have much choice, do you?"
Sven shook his head and mumbled against Mimi's underwear that were lodged firmly into his mouth, the hot tang of her gash stuck in his throat, straining at his dick.
Mimi twisted his nipple and he winced under her touch, his cock flailing wildly. She did it for a second time and he dripped onto the floor. She laughed and rubbed his cheek gently, watching him shut his eyes and nuzzle her hand, blushing.
"So pretty.." she smiled, "So perfect."
She walked back over to the table by the window and picked up a thin riding crop. "Stand up." She commanded, flicking the whip in his direction. He stood up awkwardly and watched as she rubbed the crop against her palm, smiling, her hair falling over her shoulders, desire in her eyes.
"I've just realised," she purred, walking over to him, kissing him gently on the mouth, "That I've never used a crop on you before." She raised an eyebrow and let the end of the whip trail against his chest. He whined and she smiled as the desire burned in his eyes. Mimi angled herself forward and rubbed her slit against his cock. "Now, wouldn't you like that." She whispered, her breath hot against his chest, "Wouldn't you like that a whole lot?" she kissed his neck and he groaned under her, stumbling slightly. Mimi rubbed his bottom gently and kissed him, hard and deep, before striding behind him and flexing her shoulders, catlike.
She said nothing. She didn't need to. Sven heard the whip come swishing through the air and land with a neat thwack against the muscular curve of his ass. He flinched and whimpered and Mimi rubbed his buttock gently, like soothing a scared animal.
"There, there," she whispered comfortingly, " Wasn't so bad, was it?"
Sven shook his head and twisted against the ropes, whining again as he leaked more of himself over the pale carpet.
"Ohhh, messy boy." chided Mimi, "What a big mess you're making."
Sven whined and Mimi whipped him again, his bottom burning, his balls aching. He tried to move but nothing happened. He looked down and wailed loudly as she rubbed his cock, a delicious smirk pained on her face.
"You like that?" she smiled, "You like it when I rub your cock?"
Sven nodded and ground against her hand. She laughed again and stepped backwards whipping him in short, sharp strokes.