I looked over at you as you struggle valiantly against the ropes. Your hands were tied tightly to hooks that hung from the ceiling; your legs were spread in a rather scandalous position and tied to the hooks on the ground. What made this even more humiliating was the fact that your body was bent over a metal table, your glorious ass in the bare for my eyes to explore and rape.
Beautiful.
Of course, it does not help that we were in a barn, at midday, in the hot days of summer. I loved the heat personally...where I come from its hot all the time.
I know what you are thinking precious. Hell. I am a demon from hell coming to torture you until you sell your soul.
Long from it, I am a tropical woman from an island and a long line Catholics.
Fancy that.
However, back to you sweetie. I bet you are nervous...no...terrified of the position you are in. You can feel my eyes penetrating you. You are frightened yet so exhilarated, so turned on I can see your cock, mercilessly trapped in the gates of hell chastity device, hard as a rock and turning a shade of purple.
Maybe that is from the constant denial and teasing. Maybe it is from the pleasurable pain you getting from having weighted ball clamps on your sacs of semen. Maybe it is from fear...
I hope its fear.
Standing up from my inspection chair, I walk over to my rack of various animal training devices and various toys to use. I know you are struggling to look at me, your voice silence by the penis gag I forced into your mouth earlier before stripping you of your pants and underwear. For some reason...I like seeing a man almost naked except for a nice loose, button ripped off shirt...
I feel the area between my thighs moisten knowing how much you will suffer before you truly earn the worthiness to serve me. Yes, you have suffered before, but this is the test. Picking up a single tail whip, I uncoil it, smelling the strong scent of black leather. Looking back at your ass, I smirk and walk over, staying a good distance behind you.
"This might hurt a little precious," I coo out, before lashing out the whip to you pale flesh.
I can hear the muffled scream escape from your throat as you feel the stinging impact. I give you time to recover from the first hit before lashing out again, and again, and again, making sure to make the recovery periods in between hits less and less. I watch as you convulse and arch in pain, yeah your screams slowly turn into muffled, high-pitched moans. You are such a pain slut and that excites and entices me further.
Coiling up the whip after fifteen lashes on your back, thighs, and ass, I put the whip away before pressing myself against you, licking up the blood from your back, smiling as your breaths come out hoarse and ragged and as you gasp feeling my tongue on your wounds.