Janice was lashed spread-eagle into the punishment frame her master had created for her. It was a sturdy frame of 2" x 4" wood that had rings in each corner for her wrists and ankles. The rope he used to tie her breasts cut in and was secured to the top of the frame and tightened each time she moved. Her black hair was tied up in a ponytail and secured to the top of the frame to keep it clear of her Master's work. Her ice blue eyes were closed in delight and her pale white skin marked the lines from the lash. Her silence was kept by the plastic bit in her mouth and her sight restricted by the blinders she wore.
The lash whistled through the air, signaling its approach, and she tensed in delicious anticipation of its impact. The whip struck and she groaned in pain and delight. She wanted this, need and longed for it. She had begged to be put in this position and now that she was, it was a greater thrill than she had hoped for. While awaiting the next blow she reflected quickly on how she had come to this point in her life.
Janice had been only 35 when her husband of 10 years was killed in a car accident. The insurance and his money had ensured that she would never have to work again, but it was paid monthly, not in a lump sum. Since her husband had done everything for her, the sudden freedom had been too much and she quickly overspent herself. She had gone to the bank to get a small loan to clear this up and Kevin had been the officer she met with. He was 24 tall and handsome. He offered to help her with credit counseling, but she wanted nothing that would go on her record. He had offered to do it for her informally and she agreed to meet with him that night.
Over dinner at her house, Kevin had shown her how to layout and follow a budget. She claimed to understand, but when they met the following week, Kevin saw that she had already overspent. Going through it again in the living room, Kevin told her that if she did it again, he would have to spank her. Janice laughed and said that he was free to try, but it wouldn't do much good; she was used to her husband controlling things. Both had a good laugh at the thought of her being spanked but nothing more was said. The following week Janice again over spent and this time Kevin was very angry.
"Remember what I said last week. If you go over your budget this week I am going to spank you. You went over by $200.00. The monthly income you have will not support this kind of thing. You have to get control."
"I am trying." Janice whined. "I am just not used to budgeting. But I did over spend and now I have to be punished." She lowered herself to her knees and bent over his lap, her ass well up in the air. Kevin was surprised that she gave in this easily, and swatted her gently a few times, not being sure how far to take it. "Is that it?" She questioned. "I thought you were going to punish me, not tease me." She wiggled her butt in an obvious invitation and Kevin took her up on it. Flipping up her skirt and pulling down her panties Kevin reached back and struck with full force. Janice howled and squirmed but Kevin kept on striking her pale globes till they shone red. She felt his growing excitement beneath her and they both could smell her wetness spreading.
When he finished Kevin pushed her off his lap back onto her knees. Without thought she crawled to between his legs, unzipped his fly and released the monster within. It was larger than her husbands but just what she needed. She swallowed him whole and sucked him hard, wanting to show that she was thankful for his treatment of her.
Kevin grabbed her by the ears and pulled her off him. He spun her around and draped her over the coffee table, flipped up her skirt and mounted her from behind. Janice howled in delight as she felt him sink into her depths. As he fucked her he spoke to her and the words were music to her soul.
"You want to be controlled, don't you?" He asked. "You want to be dominated? You want to be made into a slave? Admit it and I will make you into my slave." Kevin pounded into her without mercy as he said this.
"Yes, yes, yes, I want to be your slave. I will do anything you ask anything you say. Please treat me like the slave I am. I beg you Master." Janice shrieked as she came.
Kevin grinning as he heard this started pumping into her even faster, his own release approaching. Grunting he emptied his balls deep into her waiting snatch, causing her to cum again. Pulling out, Kevin sat back down on the couch and said, "Come and clean me up slave." Janice hurried to comply, happy to be under another man's control.
The sting of the whip brought her back to the present and she shook in the frame. Kevin landed the blow on her dripping pussy by coming up between her spread thighs. Janice jerked and swayed, but moaned in delight. She always liked that move, it made her wetter. Kevin stepped in front of her and set the whip aside.