You enter a dark room, lit only by 5 candles whose illumination covers everything in a pale, ghostly aura. It is a very nondescript room, plain, with dark walls and a single double bed in the room. Attached to the ceiling in the center of the room is a metal harness that hangs down to about three feet off the floor. It swings eerily in the pale light. Against the wall, a set of shackles hangs down and at the floor a set of leg irons gleam in contrast to the black carpet. There is a window against the far wall, but thick black curtains cover it, no light emerges. You my dear are dressed in a flowing black robe, sheer silk. It covers you from head to ankle, pressing against your hot flesh with but a slight whisper of feeling.
Underneath you wear nothing but a pair of sheer black stockings, with garters and garter belt. A pair of sandals covers your feet, delicate, almost caressing your foot. As you enter the room, the door swings closed behind you and latches quietly. I stand before you, dressed in a black, long-sleeved shirt, matching pants, and a pair of leather gloves, complete with metal studs. I reach out to you silently and you come closer to me. I touch your face lightly, feeling your smooth flesh. I bring your lips to mine and kiss them. They are so sweet, so soft, and so perfect.
Excitement rises in you, as my hand roves over your silk clad breasts. I pull back slowly and, with one hand still on your soft face, let my other slowly travel down your body, tracing the path from between your breasts, around your nipples, down your stomach, and lower to your pussy. I feel your silk clad cunt, running my fingers over your hair. You moan, arch towards my hand, as your wet pussy cries out for attention. I remove my hand and look you in the eyes. I nod and draw you to the wall with the shackles. I look you dead in the eyes as my hand pulls yours above your head and places your flesh against the cold steel. You jump at its touch. I lock it around your wrist and do the same with the other. You look at me, watching me as I watch you, arms pinned above you. I reach down and caress my throbbing cock through my pants. Abruptly I stop and come close to you.
I reach out to you, and feel your face, you lick my hand you I rub your cheek. I draw back as if bitten and, without warning, slap your face. You are surprised more than hurt, your tenderness having been rewarded by a slap instead of a kiss. My face has transformed, I now look with harshness and distaste at you. I pull away and slowly draw my gloves off, placing them on the bed. I pull back the covers to reveal a collection of what could only be termed implements. Picking up an old, wooden hairbrush, I come toward you. Your heart pounds, you feel wetness seeping from your pussy trailing down your leg. I turn you around and push you roughly against the cold wall. I reach down and pull up your dress slowly, revealing your bare ass to the cold air. You shiver in anticipation and cold.
I run my palm over your tender flesh. Bending down, I kiss your ass, letting my tongue trail over your soft crack, licking down inside until I reach your hole, I tongue there lightly. You moan, trembling. I straighten up and you hear nothing for a moment…then you feel the hard wood strike your ass. It stings, exciting you. Another lash and you moan loudly. A third, a fourth. Your ass feels red hot now, your juices flowing down your leg. You hear me draw back for a fifth strike, but as you prepare yourself, it doesn't come. Instead, you feel my lips there again, kissing you, licking your wounds, so to speak. I stand up and walk over to the bed. Like a dueler selecting his weapon, I ponder my choices.
A tinkle of steel against steel sends your mind reeling. I walk over to you and lift your hair; you feel my hot breath on your neck, as I kiss you. I whisper in your ear, "You are not to make a sound, not a moan, nothing. Understood?" You nod. "Good little girl." I lift up your silken robe again, and I see your ass is still red and somewhat hot. Slowly you hear me pull back my arm. You tense yourself and are rewarded with a stinging swipe. A cord of some kind, hard, very stiff. I begin to strike your stinging ass repeatedly..more and more you near orgasm as I whip you. You try to keep your moans back. Biting your lip, your breaths increase. Finally at long last I stop. You are so close to cumming, and yet I stop, so close to release, sweet release..and I halt. Almost there, but you were lacking something to push you over the edge. As I release the silk dress and it flows over your hot ass, a moan escapes your lips. I drop the whip and turn you around forcefully. Pressing your burning ass against the cold wall, I look into your eyes. "What did I say, slut?" You tremble. "Twenty more lashes then."
You take a deep breath. I slowly reach up and unlock the shackles; your sore wrists begin to recover circulation. I draw you forcefully toward the center of the room. To the harness. As you stand close, you feel my hands slowly drawing the zipper down on the back of your robe. I remove it from your shoulders, and let it puddle on the floor. I look at your naked body. You stare down at my bulging erection. The front of my pants are soaked. I help you step out of it and into the harness. It loops around your legs and as you lean back, latches around your waist so you are fully supported off the ground. I look at your pussy and adjust the harness so your legs are pulled apart, exposing your wet snatch. I kneel in front of you and lick your leg.. I can taste your juices.
