They continued to mingle around the house, the guests elegantly dressed in a very nice home. The entire upstairs was one giant room surrounded by comfortable leather chairs with the middle cleared for play. He grabbed a drink and sat down in a chair, holding the leash as she kneeled in front of him and laid her head on his lap. After talking to a few friends who enjoyed teasing his little slut, playing with the chain and talking about her like she wasn't there he took her to one of the beds in the room, ordering her to kneel on it.
He opened the toy bag, carefully putting all of his tools and utensils out, meticulously splaying them out on the side table for use. He pulled out more restraints, wrapping them around her thighs as he pushed her head down to the bed and unconnected her wrists together, only to connect them to her thighs, forcing her thighs up and under her, as well as spreading her wide on the bed, her ass in the air, her cunt slightly spread as he began to work on her. Starting slowly with his hands and building intensity with toys her skin began to become red as she strained against the ballgag to groan, her clamped nipples rubbing against the bed as her body squirmed and betrayed her, only causing her more pain that came in waves, first her ass, then feeling her nipples tugged at by the bed.
She heard his suit jacket fall on the floor, and then more of his clothing, turning her head to the side and seeing him standing there, shirtless, sweat starting to emerge out of his skin and being caught by the hair on his torso. They made eye contact as he grabbed a paddle and moved next to her, one hand grabbing her hair as the other let her ass feel the cold finish of the wood. It moved away and returned, slowly, softly, as she prepared mentally for it to change, to become harder, faster, more brutal. The extension of his hand moved into the air and rang down on her ass, a solid hit that moved her entire body forward, wanting to move into a relaxed position, but instead her body stayed put, confined to its position. This repeated over, and over, and over again, her ass turning red as she tried to catch her breath from what was happening to her. It stopped, she rubbed her watery eyes on the satin sheets so she could see, her eye make up smearing as she heard a noise that filled her body with both fear and delight, his belt was coming off. The metallic sound of the buckle and the leather sliding through the loops of his slacks rang in her ears as she felt the leather hit her. It was folded over as he smacked her ass with it over and over, marking her skin with red stripes, the end of the belt leaving bruises on her ass. "Breath," he said coldly, the belt still in his hands, merely waiting for her to catch her breath. He hit her again, and again, pushing the limits of her pain as the tears continued to come, and once her screams through the ballgag became louder, he tossed the belt on top of his toy bag. He moved behind her, slapping her ass as hard as his hand would allow, but knowing it wasn't near the level of the belt he had just used.
He let her sit there for a moment, breathing deeply and allowing the pain to coarse through her body, before grabbing a belt that was wider, thicker, and harder from his bag. He warned her of what he had picked up by hitting her with it, her reaction told him she wanted it, she nuzzled her face into the blankets and re-set her body to receive its pain. He was brutal. He hit her as hard as he could, standing, turning his body and releasing all the tension that was built in his muscles through his shoulder, his arm, and through the belt, it's wide leather leaving a swath of red on her. Two hits on each cheek, all the width of the belt would allow, alternating sides, again and again, the redness continuing, the bruises beginning to form as she laid there and took it, knowing how good it felt to receive all of his pain, to be his toy to play with, to be used by him to show off his skills and abilities that he had honed. He took a few steps back and stepped into a hit, causing her body to move as the pain flowed through her, going through her body like a wave all the way to her head lifting up and her toes attempting to curl. He knew she was done, that she had reached her limit, but he was nowhere near done with her.
In her state she had no cognizant thoughts of what was going on, she couldn't hear his shoes come off, his zipper be undone, or his pants falling to the floor. She didn't feel the bed move as he climbed behind her, she didn't know he was there until she felt his fingers on her pussy, touching her outer lips to feel how wet and warm it was and how invitingly it was spread with the position she was in. He pushed the head of his cock against it, she instinctively tried to move back against it, wanting it inside of her so badly. "Fuck my cock slut" he told her, as she moved back against him as much as her body would allow, forcing him deeper into her cunt, increasing the pace and speed as he stayed there, his hard cock sticking out from his body and engulfed by her as her goal was to please him, to feel him deeper inside of her, to feel that closeness that can only come from penetration. He reached forward and grabbed the back of her head, pulling it off of the bed and pulling her back more onto him as he thrusted forward, unable to be any deeper inside of her, quickening his pace as she moaned through the gag, feeling the fullness that she so desperately craved until she felt it twitch inside of her as he came, pushing his cock in deeply and feeling an increase of wetness inside of her even after he pulled out, his cock now covered by his cum and her juices. He stood next to her, undoing the ballgag "Clean me slut," he commanded, and she greedily used her tongue to clean him, taking him deep in her mouth and enjoying the sweet mix of juices. Once she was done he unbound her, finally letting her body into a resting position and laid next to her, waiting for her to recover.
