Whap! The thin sapling came down on the young woman's bare ass, breaking the skin and letting little bits of bark fly. My Master stood over her, regal and relishing his control of the situation. Bigger-than-life, for sure.
I wiggled my fingers in her cunt, and noticed that there was a pattern. With each stroke of the sapling, her pussy swelled a little more and gushed into my hand. She moaned and I considered the pattern of bright welts forming on her ass.
"I think she likes that," I told him, "Let's flip her over and see how her tits handle abuse."
"Turn over," he told the girl, who was panting and moaning with her face in a pillow.
WHAP!
"Turn OVER," he said, punctuating the command with a harder stroke.
She squealed and I helped her to roll over. She was more than a little out of it, having disappeared to wherever we go when we are dominated, and having had a little too much scotch.
Once the dazed girl was on her back, I marveled at her perfectly-shaped tits.
"May I suck her breasts, please?" I asked my Master. "If I'm rough?"
"Be gentle," he said, "I'll be rough."
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We'd met Liz the week before, at a wild dance party. Sometimes, our friends are nice enough to bring cute, kinky girls to us, and we're grateful for the connections. She'd turned out to have much in common with us in how she thought of relationships and sexuality, and she was just cool.
Liz was a teacher at a local highschool, and she specialized in teaching "at-risk" kids. She told us that it was probably because she had to be so responsible in her job that she yearned to relinquish responsibility at other times. To be taken to task for minor infractions, and to give control of her body to another.
I liked her absurd sense of humor and her ability to give gentle direction in conversations. I also liked her breasts. Very much.
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I complied with my Master's direction, licking her nipple gently and pulling it into my mouth, swirling my tongue underneath it and sucking it. My Master grasped her other breast, squeezing it hard and massaging deep.
He used the stiff tip of the cut sapling to poke her nipple in, and twisted hard as she gasped. As I suckled, he pushed her breast up to meet his mouth and attacked the nipple with his mouth and teeth.
I knew from experience that even though he looked sensual and sweet, his back teeth were nipping at the tip of her nipple, biting and releasing it at an unpredictable pace. Liz screamed as he bit hard, and caught her breath as he sucked, then screamed again. My fingers, still in her pussy, told me that she was responding to the attention, her lips engorged and wet and succulent, and my Master's hand joined mine.