She had her forehead pressed back to the floor.
"I know it," she replied.
"Say it!"
"Half a dozen lashes with the three-tail on the bare back," she replied.
"That's right!"
Oh, dear! The whip with the three braided cords ending in a lace of rather hard leather surely made three strong welts with each blow! She had to make every effort to please him as best she could tonight.
He lay down in bed and threw the light blanket over his body.
"Come here," he commanded.
Rather than getting up and walk she crawled on all fours towards the bed. She pushed herself under the blanket from behind and as she moved slowly upwards underneath it, she kissed and stroked his skin. When her head appeared from under the blanket, he took it in both hands and kissed her for a long time.
"Lay on your stomach."
He started stroking her back, kissing her neck from time to time. As his fingers circled over her hips she giggled and tried to protect her sensitive parts with her hands. He reached behind the mattress at the head end, pulled out a short chain, and one, two, three the carabiners of the handcuffs were hooked into the ring at the end. He watched with relish as her body rolled back and forth while his fingertips circled again over the sensitive areas on her hips. Again and again she tucked at the chain when her arms tensed involuntarily. It was even worse on her thighs. She wriggled her lower legs so much that he also connected the ankle cuffs with chains at the back of the bed, with her legs spread wide apart so she couldn't turn around too far. For minutes he amused himself by stroking her tenderly in turns and then again letting his fingers dance on her skin.
"It's great to be a slave," she grinned, "you don't have to do anything in this job."
"There, there, pert again? This brings a mark in the penalty book again and for female slaves there are no entries at 'very light'. Besides, the cane always hits both buttocks at the same time."
He plunged his finger first into her left and then into her right cheek, which she answered with a "Ouch, uhh,". The thought of getting the cane on her buttocks, which were patterned by the paddle, made her tingly again. One "light" also made two strokes on her bottom again, plus half a dozen on the back!
"Have mercy on me," she begged.
"That will depend on how well you serve tonight," he replied sternly, his hand circling over her right cheek. "First I'm going to tickle you."
He moved back a little and tried the back of her knees. The success was great, she threw herself around on the bed and begged for mercy. But stroking the insides of her thighs elicited a long groan and she began to breathe deeply. He also tickled her feet, first from above, which didn't impress her that much, but then on her soles. He did it very carefully and avoided the marks on them. Her soles were still very ticklish despite the marks, her feet were squirming and she strained her whole body against the chains. He had quite a lot of patience with it and only stopped when she was panting and begging for a break.
"I haven't taken care of your arms yet," he suddenly shouted in amazement and began immediately.
The insides were as sensitive as the thighs and while his fingers played with the hair in her armpits he heard unmistakable sounds of lust. Three more times he worked her back from her neck to her bottom and back again, then he loosened the leg cuffs and she had to turn on her back. He angled her legs, crossed her ankles and connected the cuffs and attached them to two belts that ran from the sides of the bed to the middle and of course had rings at the ends. The straps ran a little diagonally towards the headboard so that she could not stretch her legs, but presented her pussy with her thighs wide open. First he stroked her breasts, which her nipples, as before, immediately answered, by becoming hard again and stick out. Again he let them jump over his taut fingers. The inside of her arms were now completely exposed and he stroked them up and down to end up drawing a few circles in her armpits. Once he pricked her ribs with his fingertips, whereupon the arms immediately tucked at the chains again. He ran his fingers through her beaver and down to her knees. Coming back he stroked the insides of both thighs from the knees upwards and in the end his fingers met in the middle to circle over the labia.
The effect of the tenderness was already clearly visible, she was quite wet between the legs. After the third round he carefully pulled her labia apart and his fingertips slid up and down the inside. She pressed her thighs down to open even further. Up and down his fingers stroked. Now it was time to slowly explore the inside of her silk rooms, that wonderfully soft skin inside the vagina that could change in so many ways and told him where the most sensitive and erotic spots were. His finger slipped in carefully. He felt her vagina contract and relax again. He noticed how the surface of the vaginal wall changed, the more she was aroused. It was as if the small changes whispered to his finger where and how it should move.
Very slowly his finger moved up on inside and then back again before giving her a small break. He took his time. Meanwhile, the index finger of the other hand circled over her clitoris on the outside. She lay still now, her body was totally tense and when he moved his finger even slightly inside her, a strong trembling ran through her whole body.
Claudia experienced the most pleasurable intoxication of her life. His fingers seemed to find the most sensitive parts of her vagina with somnambulistic certainty, she had the feeling not to touch the bed at all but to simply float above it. Only the chains seemed to prevent her from flying away. Waves of lust ran through her body and a firework of lust very close to orgasm flickered in her head and sent waves between her legs again and again. These waves seemed to be amplified by his fingers and rolled back into her head as veritable breakers. In the end, the orgasm rushed over her like a huge freak wave that swept her away and took her to a climax three, four times. She screamed out her lust, again and again and again. For a long time still she had the feeling of being tossed around helplessly, and only a long time after that did the wave gently set her down on a beach. Even later she came down again so far that she registered the sheet she was lying on. Tears ran down her cheeks and she noticed that her body was shaken by a heavy sobbing. He stroked her hair, neck and whenever his fingertips circled her nipples, small discharges of lust seemed to occur between her legs. Then she became calm and just lay there for a long, long time until she could say something:
"You could see how gigantic this was, yeah?"
"And I heard it too," he laughed.
"Thank you." She kissed his hand, that held her cheek.
After he had loosened her shackles he was now lying next to her and had put his hand under her head while the other stroked her hair. She cuddled her cheek into his palm and her voice still sounded a little distant to her as she said
"It is wonderful to be your slave, thank you! What can I do for you now?"
He smiled.
"Your reactions turned me on so much that I just want to take you now. If you caress me much more now, I'll explode."
She opened her thighs and he came to her. He worked on her rather carefully, but mainly because otherwise he wouldn't have been able to hold himself back at all. She wrapped her legs around him and hooked her ankles over his bottom. He felt his way back and touched her soles. For a few moments he moved back and forth and then he looked into her eyes:
"I'm gonna run my finger all along your foot, can you stand it?"
"I'll try," she smiled and braced herself for it.
As the fingertip pressed very lightly into the welts, she closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. The wrinkles between her eyebrows formed again and she couldn't help a very loud moaning but her feet stayed in position. His body tensed and he moved back and forth long and hard. She stroked his hips, which were very receptive, with both her hands and he groaned and screamed alternately during orgasm. He then remained in her for a long time, his hardness did not wane at all. Finally he pulled back and rolled on his back beside her. She knelt down next to him so that he could see her bottom and the soles of her feet. The whole time she kept stroking him tenderly, his fingers gently touched the marks on her soles, but she endured it, keeping her silence.
The next morning, after breakfast, he took her to the train station, which lay there completely deserted. She walked barefoot, but was careful not to step on anything lying on the pavement. They went onto the platform and he bought her a ticket. When she saw the train, she pulled his face towards her and looked him in the eye.
"I want to see you again, I need you!" She stroked his hands. He winked at her:
"Remember that if you do, you'll have a punishment ticket waiting for you, for looking up!"
"I'd gladly accept half a dozen with the three-tail on my bare back," she said firmly ", please come!"
He hugged her and she kissed him on the cheek. She raised her right foot and arched it upwards so that he could see the traces of the punishment. After a moment she let go of him, turned around and walked away slowly and carefully.
