Bindings of Pleasure

Chapter 19: Breaking the mask

Life went on in the Auberron estate as autumn slowly progressed. It had been a week since Vallerie challenged Corantin to prove to herself she had not become a slut. Since then, she vehemently refused to accept the truth. Consequently, her routine now went; sword training in the morning, sex lessons in the afternoon and fucking before going to bed claiming she did it just to prove she could go without.

Annoyingly, even though she ended every night tongue hanging, passed out from countless orgasms, after engaging in many perverted plays. She stubbornly kept clinging to her stance.

Her defiance meant Corantin was gleefully spending an hour or two every day musing about new plays to subject her to. He supposed her defiance was born from some line she did not want to cross so Corantin explored all possibilities to find this elusive boundary.

At first Corantin liked trying to corner the woman, but he was starting to run out of ideas. He had started to organise a big plan, but one he had no wish to enact. Yet, at the same time, he was running out of plays to subject Vallerie to. He had already made her do all the perverted actions he could force her to, including giving him a rimjob.

"Tsk, I'll have no choice but to try that," spitted Corantin not wanting to employ what he had in mind.

"That? Master, are you sure you want to resort to such an extreme?" Emily said worried.

She had entered the room just as the man started speaking.

"I don't like it either, but at this point, Do I have a choice? I must try any possibility I have left to force her to accept the truth."

"I'm counting on you to spread the word that what we talked about is known around town. We'll enact the plan tomorrow evening, make sure we have as many guests as possible," ordered Corantin before leaving the office.

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As it had become customary in the last few days, Corantin entered Vallerie's room ready to subject her again to perversions aimed at destroying the lies she told to herself.

"Need more today? Or are you ready to finally admit the truth?" opened Corantin as he entered the room.

"You should the one accepting that I'm no slut," shouted back Vallerie before adding in a meek voice, "master."

"Sigh Fine have it your way," said the disappointed Corantin because he did not want to rely on the options that were left to him.

He attached a leash to Vallerie's collar before beckoning her to follow him.

"Huh!" exclaimed Vallerie, surprised by the return to the previous formula.

She, nonetheless, followed her master. Her muscles still remembered the movement after only a week without walking like a dog. She quickly understood they were not headed to the ground floor, therefore, neither the basement which started to make her anxious of the unknown.

Corantin lead them to a red lit room. The room was full of objects that had become familiar to Vallerie. Whips, racks, paddles, chains hanging from the celling, a cage...

"Today I won't fuck you. It's punishment time for all the stubbornness you've shown in the last few days,"

"Stubborn? Stubborn about what?" asked Vallerie in response to the statement.

"Tut tut, you know what the problem is. You lie about yourself everyday and refuse to accept the truth," replied the annoyed Corantin.

"I'm not lying. I'm just not a slut. Is it so hard to understand?" shouted Vallerie, exploding in anger.

"Come on, you're misbehaving again. Time for your punishment for not being a good girl," said the man as he yanked on the leash.

He brought her to one of the many. He ordered to stand up on her leg. Before having her strip naked, then pushing her into the rack facing the wall. He attached restrains around her wrists then did the same with her ankles. After restraining her, he went to grab a whip. He chose a simple long whip and also, took a black strip of cloth intending to blindfold the girl. He went back to Vallerie and put the blindfold on her.

Corantin scrutinized the defenseless woman unsure where to strike first. The position she was in made her back the perfect target, but he also wanted to give her beautiful butt a few lashes. Meanwhile, he kept cracking the whip into the air so the sightless girl would continuously anticipate the first hit. As the anticipation kept building, Vallerie started to squirm. This caused her lovely ass to shake. Corantin, who was still ogling her butt, felt blood go to his dick. Unable to stop himself, he aimed the whip towards her butt.

She produced a nice cry as the whip made contact with the soft flesh of her butt. As she cried, Corantin lashed at her ass again. To avoid staleness, he then aimed at her upper back, near her left arm. Then the pelvis, bottom of the neck, butt again. Eventually, he stopped aiming consciously and let his instinct guide the whip, nonetheless keeping enough control to not cause serious injuries.

After getting his fill of whipping Vallerie, Corantin freed the ecstatic woman. He let her put back her clothes on her aching backside. He then reattached the leash to her neck and escorted her back to her room. Once there he saw in her eyes she was craving more, but he silently left the room.

As he closed the door, Corantin whispered, "Rest well girl. You'll need it for what awaiting you tomorrow."