Thank you for the overwhelmingly positive feedback on my first ever submission. In truth, this story is already completed in it's entirety and could have been published in a single submission. But where would the fun be in giving you everything you want all at once? Upon proof-reading this I did notice I'd omitted a key detail of the second part. I've made changes to include this most delicious part of the story and hope you all enjoy it as much as you did Part 1. The conclusion to this Little Girl's first night will be coming soon. As will her further play sessions with her new owner. Thanks again, and happy reading - Scribbledsadism
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As if my heart wasn't already racing enough...I can feel it throbbing manically, I can feel it thudding between my legs with each rapid beat of my heart. The thongs of the flogger hang limply, falling towards the floor as they dangle over the edge of the desk. He's set out the glass vibrator we bought together earlier in the day...he's set it out on top of a fucking ice-pack, this evil fucker put that thing in the fucking fridge?! Beside that is his Hitachi with neatly tied coils of rope and a vibrator. Last of all...the bowl of ice cubes...fuck why did I have to tell him how sensitive my nipples are too cold now that they're pierced...this evil, sadistic fucker of all people. Christ my cunt is so wet, I can feel it running down between my arse cheeks.
I can't tear my eyes away from that desk, my gaze moving frantically back and forth over the toys, my heart fluttering every time my vision focuses on that glass dildo sitting on that ice-pack. I can see his fingertips trailing over each of the items. He chuckles again, that sound...so self-satisfied, so cocky, so...predatory.
"What ever do you look so frightened for, little girl?"
His voice snaps me out of my reverie, when I look up into his eyes I can't help but be struck by the arrogance on his face. The smirk, the evil light dancing in his eyes, the fucking cock-sure amusement, his delighted enjoyment at my abject fear.
"The cold, Sir. It..."
"Scares the shit out of you. Yes, I know." He interjects, sitting beside me on the bed, smoothing my hair down behind my ear. "Why else do you think I have chosen these things. Where would the fun be, for me, if you weren't lying there, terrified of what I'm about to do to you. You will be well taken care of though, little girl, if it is too much you only have to speak your safe word and it all stops."
"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir." My voice barely above a whisper, still shaking with nervousness.
"Though..." His fingers curl into my hair, tilting my head back suddenly as he takes a fistful and yanks his fist down towards the mattress, making me gasp at the sudden change in manner. He leans down and growls into my ear. "Though, I do like seeing that fear in your eyes, little girl. This next part, is going to sting, it is going to hurt. I'm going to whip those gorgeous tits of yours until they are as red as those welts on your legs." The predator is back...and I whimper again.
He releases my hair, stands up and moves over to the desk to pick up the flogger. Immediately my breathing is shallow and rapid again, my hands are struggling to get free to cover myself, a small mewling sound of fear comes out of me as I squirm on the bed and his fucking smirk is back in full swing as he raises the flogger for the first stroke.
As he brings it down I let out a squeal and screw my eyes shut in anticipation of the first stings of the leather colliding with my skin, I already know he can swing with serious force. But it never comes. I open my eyes and he is standing over me still, but the flogger is hanging limp at his side. He is wagging the finger of his free hand, a look almost of confusion on his face. "I am sorry, little girl. I forgot to do something before we began."
Before I can respond he almost carelessly tosses the flogger onto the bed, the leather tongues falling over my chest, I can smell the leather. The sensation of the soft contact across my skin makes me shudder gently, but he's already turned away and is picking things up from the desk. What the fuck is he going to do now?!
He turns back around and he is holding the Hitachi and the rope, now I fucking know. He's mentioned this to me already in text messages... He steps to my legs, crooking my right leg up so it forms a 45-degree angle. Then positions the Hitachi on the inside of my thigh so that it is pressed up against my clit. All I can do is stare down between my breasts and watch as his hands weave the rope around the Hitachi, securing it against my pussy. Moving my leg back down to lie flat on the bed, then back up again, he ensures that no matter how I move my leg, that thing won't lose contact with my cunt. "Is the rope comfortable, little girl, it's not too tight?"
"It's comfortable, Sir."
"Good" His voice is gruff, there's an...urgency in it, and now in his movements as well. He pulls my other leg over and lashes it firmly to the Hitachi and my right leg. Now it's sandwiched between my thighs, jammed up against my clit, and there is absolutely no way for me to escape it.
"There, that's much better isn't it, little girl? Now, I told you I was going to whip those gorgeous tits of yours, didn't I?" He's already stood back up, picking up the flogger as he moves...
"Yes, Sir." I whimper meekly in response, making him chuckle in his throat, my pussy, my stomach clenches at the sound. Why the fuck does that sound of utter evil make me so damn hot?!
He touches my knee, his hand running lightly over my skin as it moves towards my pussy, over the ropes, his fingers stop when they get to the switch for the Hitachi and my body twitches in anticipation. When it doesn't come I look at him and he is staring at me, into me. Smirking. Waiting.
"Is somethi...OHHHHHH fuuuuuuuck" He flicks the switch as I start to speak. To full power. My clit, still swollen and sensitive from the attentions of his tongue is singing to the vibrations, my wetness is already soaking the sheets under me. In only moments my body is trembling and I'm ready to cum again, he flicks the switch, bringing it down to a lower setting. My body is on edge, my clit feels almost like it's had hot wax dribbled on it, I'm right on the edge of an enormous orgasm and he has me dancing on the knifes edge. I'm gasping, sobbing, shuddering, my hands are moving desperately in their bindings by my sides to turn the power up, just a tiny tiny bit so I can cum.
"Ple...Please, Sir. Please" I'm gasping at him, staring at him in desperation as his eyes move over my entire body, that fire dancing behind them, that smirk ticking up the right-hand side of his lips.
Appearing not to hear me, he raises the flogger and brings it down over my breasts, hard, fast. The tongues of leather connecting with my skin in a series of small cracking sounds. What little breath I had in my lungs explodes out of them as my skin blooms with heat and pain. I yelp at the sudden mass of stinging flesh across my breasts. He waits a few seconds, giving my brain time to acknowledge the pain, to process the sensation, for it to wrestle between which it wants to focus on. The stinging, burning skin of my tits, or the heat and warmth from that fucking wand buzzing away against my soaking wet pussy. It doesn't take my brain long to give in to the constant demand for attention from between my thighs, a few seconds pass, the sting fades and the trembling starts again as my brain re-focuses on what's happening between my legs.
"Plea...Pl...Please..."
No sooner have the shakes started again, no sooner has my gaze become transfixed on the power switch of the wand nestled between my thighs again, and he brings the flogger down on my breasts a second time, harder than the first. The cracks of the leather crisper this time, my yelp of pain and surprise louder. The skin across my chest, across my breasts is a web of pink stripes, crisscrossing each-other. Again, he waits for my brain to go back to the constant sensation of the wand against my clit before striking me again, he repeats this process again, and again, eventually I lose count.
I know my skin is glistening with sweat, I can feel it as he finally puts the flogger down, my heart is pounding from being kept on the edge of orgasm for I don't even know how long. My chest feels like its covered in heat packs, everything feels hot, everything is tingling and I can see some welts have formed already across my breasts. He turns away from me, carefully placing the flogger back onto the desk, I see his left hand move over and grasp the rim of the bowl of ice cubes. Immediately I swallow with fear, my skin is so hot, so sensitive from the flogging and I just know he is going to touch the freezing ice to my body.
