The room was cold dark and damp it had been a long time since her master had invited her down into the cellar. Angela was excited by the prospect of what he had planned for her this evening; it made the hours of waiting worth it.
Angela’s shoulders ached from her hands being shackled high above her head, her knees trembled from her legs spread wide apart by the metal rod strapped to her ankles, her feet numb, hard-pressed against the squared toes of her ten inch black stiletto boots, she wriggled about trying to gain some relief, stopping every now and then to listen out for her master, knowing if he caught her she would endure a longer wait for her pleasure.
The coldness of the room was taking its toll on Angela’s body she shivered as the sharp bite of cold air circled her. Angela’s black PVC bra and crotchless panties did little to comfort her chill, she squeezed her buttocks tight trying to warm them as well as her shriveled pussy lips, her attempt was in vain as her legs were spread to wide to allow the comfort of such luxury.
Angela wanted to grab the chains above her head and lift her body weight off the ground. Only for a few seconds she thought, would give her the relief her body needed to gain another hour of stamina, however her master had shackled her close to the wall making it impossible for her to gain any sort of leverage.
Angela’s head hung low between her arms, her shoulder blades pointing upwards like angel’s wings. The tight blindfold repressed Angela’s sight; with this sense removed the other senses became more dominant. The musk stench from the brick wall irritated her nostrils, she used this like smelling salts when she thought she couldn’t bare anymore she took a deep breathe through her nose, and it was enough to jolt her mind.
The holes in her PVC bra exposed Angela’s pert breasts, her nipples ached from the coldness radiating from the damp bricks, and she could sense the closeness of the wall. Angela concentrated on her hardened nipples imagining them growing longer and harder being drawn towards the wall, she imagined them larger than reality would normally allow, fat, thick and as hard as steel, blushing bright red. Angela felt the warmthness between her legs as her pink tight lips moistened from the sensations she created in her mind.
Angela’s breasts tightened against their PVC restraint, as she urged her nipples to grow longer to touch the cold bare wall, she imagined them pushing forward. Her pussy opened to her imagination the heat generating her lips to swell and her clit to release itself from its cocoon. Angela’s hips swayed in motion her tongue running around her deep red painted mouth, her tits pushed forward begging her nipples to stretch a little more to touch the wall to fulfill their need. Angela imagined her hardened nipples edging closer they were just about to touch the cold hard wall.
“Stop what do you think you’re doing?” Her Masters deep voice echoed around the room.
At first Angela was confused she had not heard the door to the cellar open or close, then she realized her Master had been watching her for the long hours she had been restrained. Her mind snapping back to reality as the sound of leather paddled her panties, the sensation made Angela’s buttocks feel like ice cracking under stress, the second paddle’s sting released warmness across her soft skin giving her some relief.
Angela’s Master paused and she could hear the familiar jingling sound of him removing his heavy buckled thick stiff belt, Angela braced herself, her Master pausing long enough for Angela to relax. The first thwack surprised her as the heavy belt wrapped itself around her body, as her Master withdrew the belt the rough underside of it brushed over Angela’s left nipple, the sensation sending an explosion through her body as she erupted into orgasm. Angela bit her bottom lip she knew if she let out any sound he would leave and make her wait.
Thwack the second lashing hit her thighs, the stinging forcing Angela to stand upright, her Master pulled at the belt which had tightly wrapped itself around her taught legs, he pulled himself closer, she could feel his hot breath against her neck, she smiled from his touch. He pushed his groin into the small of her back she could feel how big he was, Angela wanted him deep in her, but she knew she dare not ask him. Angela’s Master wrapped his arms around her pushing his large member hard against her body, he cupped her breasts with his strong hands and manipulated her nipples between his fingers pulling and tugging at them, she wanted to cum again and she tried to rub her soddened pussy against his crotch but he had positioned her so that could not happen.
He released his grip and stood back. Angela felt the gentle touch of the nine tails as her Master brushed her pouted pussy lips with it. Angela pushed her arse outward exposing as much of her naked cunt to the whip as she could, as she did her Master drew the tails across her pink pussy with a hard slap. In her only way of defying her Master Angela pushed her cunt out further and once again received a slap, the flow of blood rushed to Angela’s pussy lips, the warmth almost unbearable. Her Master did not give Angela a chance to adjust to the feeling as he flicked the cat of nine tails over her lips once more and with his experienced hand draw back the leather whip in such a way it flicked Angela’s enlarged clit.
Angela clenched her fists around the chains that restrained them, fighting for control over her body, she could feel her clit hardening, growing; pushing out as far as it could reach. Angela’s mind and body had crossed the fine line of pain to pleasure her body ached and commanded more she wanted to be fulfilled. Her Master knew this and Angela could hear the chains above her head being lowered, at last Angela thought.
