She did just that by tying my wrists and knees to the horse with thick cotton rope. Her knotting skill was well versed and I couldn’t have escaped if I had ever wanted to. My cock, bound and hard, was pressed against the inside of the panties and the horse by my weight and ached from the pressure. I didn’t move however so as not to displease her. My mind raced with this pain as the first blow of the flogger was administered.
I cringed with shock not pain as the gentle sting warmed my ass. She did it again and again in a rhythm that was easy to place and then she would change it sending shocks through me and into my imagination. I thought of her dressed so business like putting me over her desk and administering these blows for a job poorly done. I wondered if she had ever done this with her employees, men who would adore being under such a woman’s power.
She concentrated on one cheek as the other felt the cool breeze from the leather fingers on the flogger. I could smell the erotic fragrance of the soft lambskin tendrils. My mind faded to her again dressed in leather, a favorite attire of my fantasies with heaving exposed breasts in a cut out bra and tight leather mini. My cock ached more with each fantasy.
Her attentions moved up my body to my shoulders and upper back with a pleasing sensation followed by the loving pain. I could feel my ass was warm and the thin band of my thong was tight in my crack causing irritation that felt wonderful along with the fingers. “Have you learned you lesson?” she asked as the flogging stopped.
“Yes Mistress” I answered hoping that she would release me and let me sup from her divine pussy.
“I don’t think so,” she said as the paddle came down upon my ass. I jumped as much as I could bound like a slave. That was a harsh slap and another one followed causing another jump. I closed my eyes and tried to steady my breathing as she administered many more, a count I soon lost track of in trying to keep my composure. My ass ached and even with the soft stroke of her hand on the hot flesh I felt the throbbing.
“Nice red, my favorite color,” she said as her hand felt the heat radiating from my cheeks. “I wonder if I could make it the same color as my lipstick” she teased. I cringed at the image of my ass that red, only from blood to meet that color. Another smack and I lay wasted in my defeat. I wanted too bad to be the man, the pet, the slave for her, but was torn by her innocent look and touch and her wicked, deviant desires. This was the moment that she asked the definitive question.
“Do you want to be marked?” I didn’t know what she meant and stayed silent. She took my silence as an acceptance and temporarily marked my ass with 4 whacks from a cane. Oh the agony of this. I had never been struck so harshly and yet so lovingly before. I held my cries wanting only to please her in my strength. I knew that I would be welted and bruised for days by this marking and though the future would be unpleasant the present was unreal.
When she was done her hand felt my pained bottom and this only created more agony and ecstasy.
Weak and broken, I was untied and lead off the horse and into the house. My whole body ached in this soul shattering experience, but deep down I felt stronger now under her hand. She led me to her plush lounger as she sat before me. I held myself up unable to rest on my heels.
“Show your devotion” she said with firm tone and sweet inflection.
I laid my head on her lap and felt the scratchy wool on my face. My hands caressed her calves feeling mesmerized my the looped netting of her stockings. I could smell her excitement and this invigorated my body and soul. I forgot of my own place and drew all my energy to pleasing her.
My hands felt the bones of her knees tracing them in and out of the fishnets as my nose prodded under her skirt like a dog. Kissing the insides of her legs, my hands spread her thighs with ease and grace as she wished for me to please her. I felt the tops of her stockings with my fingers letting them crawl under the lace and touching her soft skin. My lips followed suit traveling further between her full thighs. I lifted her legs and placed them on my shoulders resting my face just inches from her sweating pussy. She did not keep it from me, with no panties to hide the bald lips and curly haired mons. I let my finger invade her slowly as she let out a gasp, searching for that spot that sent her wild. I added another finger feeling her push against them like a cock as they found the cushion that when pressed drove her mad.
I maneuvered my tongue over her clit to take her within and out leaving no spot untouched. She rode my fingers with eyes closed as I spied upon her face. Innocence lost as she clenched my fingers tightly in orgasm. I knew how to get her to cum. The gush of her excitement filled my hand and my mouth as I placed my lips over her hole. I let her taste her cum on my fingers savoring her erotic juice, the elixir of my desire filling my mouth like a suckling babe.
Taking her one step further I placed my wet fingers against her rosebud bringing her hips up and my lips tight on her clit. They spread the taboo entrance and slowly entered the soft crevice. Her moan was loud and enticed me to push further filling her ass with 2 fingers. My teeth nibbled on her clit as she begged for me not to stop, a thought that never crossed my mind.
Another gasp and tighter this time she clamped down on my fingers shivering and quivering as the wave over took her. She held my face close to her clit as her body gently gave way to a loose feeling of satisfaction. I removed my fingers and held her legs as I rested once again on the lap of my beloved.