She bent over and braced herself against the coffee table. As so often she does, she felt incredibly vulnerable. He slowly pulled down her black panties, stopping as they reached her knees. She waited, not knowing what he had planned for her next. Would he spank her ass? Would he slide his cock inside her pussy? Or would tonight be the night he just torments her into a wet frenzy and send her home? Realizing she was holding her breath, she forced herself to exhale.
Suddenly she felt his lips on her back. The weight of his body on her was comforting. But just as quickly she felt alone and empty as his weight was lifted from her. She didn't try to stand, instead remaining where he put her. Darkness overtook her as he put on the blindfold. Her bottom lip was sucked into her mouth as she nibbled on it, again wondering what he has in store for her. She could hear him moving around behind her. She quirmed, turning her toes inward and wiggling them.
She screamed as it struck her ass, as much from the shock as the pain. She would have panicked if his hand was not stroking her, his soothing voice whispering, "good girl, good girl." He never just jumps in, giving anything to her so hard and fast. In the past he always offered her a period of warm up. The second strike was not as unexpectant, but burned just as much if not more. It made her knees buckle, the wood of the table pressing into her stomach as it supported her weight.
The third strike brought on a torrent of pain, blinding her as she swallowed hard and fought back the tears. She wanted to be his good girl and take whatever he wished to give her. Her toes curled and tears sprung forth as the fourth and fifth ones struck her backside with a force that left her breathless and instantly bringing on tears.
"Mmmmmm," he murmured, "you're going to have such pretty marks." His hand slipped up her thighs, parting her pussy lips. "You're such a pain slut," he said. "You're dripping." She wanted to tell him no, she wasn't a pain slut, but his fingers were probing into her pussy and she lost the thought.
Once again, his weight was on her back. His sweaty chest burned the marks left by the crop. Dizzy, she moved against him, taking solace in his closeness as she continued to embrace the pain. As her head turned slightly, he bit her shoulder. His teeth dug deep into the tender flesh and she gasped. She tried to push her ass back against him. He just laughed, "Slut," he said, and moved away from her.
The room got quiet. She waited for the smallest of sound to alert her to his actions. She thought she heard the door open and close. She thought she heard conversation in the distance somewhere. But confusion took over and she didn't really know what was going on. She closed her eyes tight and just let herself drift.
She wasn't bound by anything except her desire to please him so when she felt the soft hand on her ass it was all she could do to remain still. She dared not speak. She trusted him, right? Completely... she knew he wouldn't do anything to hurt her or anything that she truly wouldn't enjoy in the end.
The soft hand continued stroking her ass. She thought she was enjoying it. She had fantasies, but weren't they just fantasies? Suddenly she felt other hands on her legs, more soft hands. These hands weren't her Master's and they weren't manly hands. She shook her head gently back and forth, careful not to bang her head on the table. His hand gripped her hair tightly and the soft hands were gone. She shivered in the chill of the room. When he pulled her up from the table to her knees, she had the decency to blush as she knew others were looking at her naked body. They could see her panties puddling around her knees. There was no denying her turned on state as her scent filled the air and her nipples hardened into mountainous peaks.
His lips caressed hers, at first gently then becoming rough as his tongue invaded her mouth. Her body arched and her hands searched for him as she needed to touch him. A pair of soft hands pulled her arms away, holding them to her sides. He broked the kiss and she heard movement in front of her. All she could see beneath the blindfold were blurry spots of light.
"Suck it," he said. She learned forward, hungry and eager for his cock. He laughed, "Not you, slut." Her heart sank for a moment and she settled lower onto her knees. A few moments later the light blinded her, the blindfold having been jerked off. Before her she saw him, standing naked while a strange woman sucked his cock. He turned to her, watching to gauge her reaction. Her eyes reveal a mixture of emotions before tears ran down her cheeks as she watched on.
Her own pussy throbbed, her mind questioning her own sanity. How can this turn her on? She didn't share him. She hated it. She turned from him, catching the other woman behind her out of the corner of her eyes. Again, a stranger to her. Her thoughts were lost as this woman kissed her then turned her head back straight ahead. As she watched her Master, the man she loved with all her being, get pleasured by a stranger, she was confused. She licked her lips, having realized the enjoyment of the feminine kiss.
His eyes closed and his hands went to the head of red hair, forcing his cock deeper. She heard him groan and watched as his hips thrust forward before pulling his cock completely free of the girl's mouth. "Enough," he said. The pretty redhead moved, shifting to stand.
