The Whip

...my house stood in a grove of trees, reached by a long circular drive through the tall looming trees. From the outside it look quite unremarkable, but once through the front door the entire house could be seen all at once, including the indoor pool in the back. The open floor plan was something my Master insisted on ....when he arrived, as he would at any given time of the day or night, he did not wish to have to search for me. My house made me as available to him as my lack of clothing and shaved pussy. I was always accessible...always available...and always ready.

...when he entered this day I had heard his car on the gravel drive and walked over to the fireplace to light it....he walked in and tossed his jacket on the antique hall tree and then walked to me without a word and kissed me. I could feel my insides melt immediately and my pussy began to dampen.

He then turned and sat in his favourite chair....an overstuff leather armchair near the fire and waited. I walked towards the kitchen, a open room with the glass wall overlooking the pool at one end and a center island dividing it from the main living room.....and made his tea.

Delivering it once it was made, he took it in one hand and motioned to me with the other. I understood what he wished and sat in front of him, on the floor with my knee slightly bent and my legs spread completely. Leaning back on my arms I was in a semi-reclining position ...and I settled back easily, knowing I was to be before him like that while he drank his tea and relaxed a bit. And as he took his time sipping his tea, he watched me.

Still he had not said a word but few words were necessary at this time since everything he wished was routine and constant to all his arrivals. He had guided me through this process many times.... his arrival, his need to sooth himself before anything else.

The cool air was caressing my wetness as I recline, spread before him. I could feel the slight breeze created by the burning fire slipping over my open pussy lips. But I was not feeling cold myself...in fact his hot gaze on my exposed areas made me feel warm and anxious.

"Play with your pussy." were the first words he said to me that day....and I adjusted my position and reach down with one hand. Sliding one finger over my clit and labia I could tell better how very open I was to him. Two fingers further separated my pussy lips and I slowly slide one finger into myself. My pussy was warm, wet and slippery and I began to slowly plunge my finger deeper and deeper into myself as he watched. I am never comfortable doing this before anyone and he knew that but did not care. My comfort was secondary to his desires. I withdrew my finger and began circling my clit slowly with my pussy-wetted finger. He indicated for me to lie back fully and that freed my other hand to hold myself open for his view while I continued to play with my pussy. I laid my left hand down over my mount and using two fingers, spilt my pussy widely open for him, then with my right hand I continued to rub my clit. My clit was getting harder and standing proud of its hood. He smiled when he heard a slight moan come from my lips. I closed my eyes and began to concentrate on the delicious sensations that were running through my wet clit and pussy. Small contractions started and I knew he could see my pussy tightening and releasing as the tremors ran through me.

"Come." he said softly. And the tremors exploded as my fingers danced rapidly over my clit and slide deeply into my clenching pussy. I settled the weight of my bottom and hips on my legs and arched myself slightly upwards to dive deeper into my pussy with my fingers and I cried out in pleasure.

And then with warning he commanded me to stop....rather abruptly, leaving me wanting more, knowing I could come again with little stimulation. I obeyed and removed my hands from my wetness and when he motioned to me I stood and approached him. Thinking he wished me to sit on his lap I was a bit off balance when he pulled me forward to rest over his leg on my tummy, ass high and legs spread.

Tiny tingles were still radiating through my stomach when the first smack landed on my unprotected bottom. I screeched out more from the suddenness of the spanking than from real pain. Another landed on my bottom and then he began a rhythm that echoed the beat of my heart. The impact was initially light enough to warm the skin of my bottom but the pace of the blows soon made each one feel like fire on my skin. I wiggled and squirmed to avoid each new slap but he held me firmly in place as he continued to blister my bottom. Pushing my outside leg further away he opened my pussy to his attack and delivered an odd slap now and them to my wet orgasm-swollen labia and clit. Nothing stopped him…not my cries…not my actions….not my pleas. My skin was on fire and I knew there were bright red marks from the top of my ass to my thighs.

When he was satisfied himself, he lifted me from the spanking position and settled me onto his lap to comfort me. I had been crying and he sooth away the wet tears from my face and kissed me softly. But as soon as I breathing became regular again, he lifted me to my feet and rose from the chair himself. Walking towards the bed in the alcove of the large room, he directed me to my knees before him and stripped off his cloths. Holding my head gently between his hands he directed my mouth to his cock. I opened my lips and accepted the hardness.

Automatically I sucked him into my mouth, wanting his shaft with my tongue and swallowing rapidly to take his full length into my throat. The pressure of his hands on the sides of my head directed my movements as he wished them. He rocked himself in and out of my tightened lips and thrust himself slowly into my throat. I could feel the ring on his cock against my tongue as he slowly withdrew himself and them slide his cock back into my mouth. Then sliding himself back out, he lodged just the head of his cock inside my lips and my tongue instinctively flicked over it. I licked around his cock still sucking on him as I did. And he responded by thrusting himself back into my mouth, expecting me to take him as deeply as he desired. I could feel his cock throbbing and knew he was not far from a climax. And I was worried. Could I manage to swallow all he gave me….?

The pressure on my head became firmer as he began fucking my mouth with long hurried strokes. No longer was I his submissive…at times like this I simply became a warm vessel for his needs and he used me as such. He meant to empty himself into me and his pleasure became paramount to all else. With the power of his force his balls swung in to touch my chin and raised neck.

Suddenly he arched into me and buried his cock as deeply as possible in my throat. There was a second of nothing and then he erupted in orgasm, spilling his hot seed into me and I struggled to swallow each time he pulsated. When he finished pumping his come into my mouth, he relaxed but held himself firmly in place to enjoy the sensations of his orgasm.

A minute later his hands left my head and he pulled himself free. Stepping back he bent down and kissed my forehead as if he suddenly remember I was there and wanted to praise me for my service to him. Pulling me to my feet he settled me back on the bed in a sitting position and walked to his toy wardrobe, returning with wrist cuffs and a single tail whip. And then as if he changed his mind he tossed the cuffs and the whip on the bed beside me; and watched with amusement my looks of fear and anxiety as I saw what he had. Then he offered me his hand and assisted me off the bed…. walking through the kitchen he opened the sliding doors to the pool area and simply said….”your skin needs to be wet first.” I gasped loudly understanding his meaning. With him leading we entered the water by way of the steps into the shallow end of the pool, where he released my hand and dove into the warm water. I waded in until my breasts were covered and I watched him slowly swim across the pool. The water felt sensuous on my heated skin and except for the small apprehension in the back of my mind I enjoyed the sensation. He swam for long minutes, knowing my mind was playing with me…. knowing the longer I dwelled on what was to come the more I would build it up in my thoughts.

And finally he swan to where I was and gathered me into his arm, rubbing our naked wet bodies together underneath the water and feeling the delicious swirling water over our joined flesh. He lifted me bodily, kissing me deeply, and then slid my body over his as he lowered me back into the pool. I was getting aroused again and he chuckled at the sounds of my moaning need. Once again he lifted me all the while holding my lips captured in a kiss and as he began to lower me I wrapped my legs around his hip. Without and difficulty his slid his cock, still hard despite his previous orgasm, into my ready pussy. And then he released me, breaking the kiss, removing his hands that had been holding me and supporting me; until I was attached to him only by the grip I had on his shoulders with my hands and his hips with my legs. This grip was not enough to keep me from sinking down onto his cock, now firmly embedded deep inside me. He walked to the side of the pool and leaned back against the wall to support himself and then he began to use the buoyancy of the water to bob me up and down on his cock. Nothing could save me from the deeply implanted heaviness pressing up into my cervix. And each bounce did little to relief the pressure. I was still firmly planted on him.

But the pain of the pressure soon gave way to pleasure as I began to feel the quivers of a building orgasm again. He had long ago taught me how to use the pain of sexual activity to enhance the pleasure of my climax for him. He had also taught me how to hold the orgasm until his acquiescence was given and this is where I was now. His hands slipped into the water and grabbed my hips, pulling me more firmly down on his cock…and over my cry he demanded I come for him.

The pleasure of my orgasm echoed off the steamed glass windows of the room and reverberated back to us. I arched into him and continue to scream out with joy, the pain intensifying the pleasure….the agony of my body deepening the satisfaction I was feeling. My pussy tightened on his shaft and gripped mightily in throbbing spasms as I came. As the glorious feelings began to subside, he lifted me off his cock and held me safely to him. And then we just stayed in our embrace until I came back to him.

A quick kiss and a mischievous look told me he was not done and the time had come. He pulled me gently from the pool and directed me towards the stack of fluffy white towels that I always kept on a bench poolside. Going to get one I dried him first thoroughly and then myself.

He then lead me back through the glass door into the tiled floor kitchen and back to the bed alcove. Without wasted movements, he cuffed my wrists and clipped the cuffs together. Then he lifted my hands upwards and again clipped the cuffs, this time to a chain suspended from the ceiling. He had purposely placed this chain at this exact location because there was twelve foot of free space all the way around it. No furniture was allowed in this area to restrict his movements here. This was his primary play area…his pony could be set up here…. his flogger could be swung with no fear of entanglement…. his enjoyment of standing bondage could be satisfied here. And as it was this time, his whip could freely swing in this large of a space.

He walked back to the bed and retrieved the single tail, looping it around in his fist so that it formed a large circle in his grip. He smiled at me as if to say, see what I have. And I saw very clearly because my eyes had widened in fright and awe of the terrible apparatus. It was ten feet long and coiled wickedly. The strength of the heavy leather braiding kept it rigidly a ring in his hand. Its slim but inflexible hand was covered in the same black sooth leather and it’s grip fit perfectly in his palm. He uncoiled it and swung it lazily in a semi-circle around his body, testing its weight, enjoying its feel, and toying with my mind. Without warning he tensed his arm and cracked the whip in the air. The sound ricocheted around the room loudly and I jumped. The shock of the repercussion resounded piercingly and my anxiety level intensified. He ran a hand over my back and hip, soothing me and then with the other hand cracked the whip once again. I quivered in fright and he laughed at my reaction.

“Why are you so fearful of this, my dear…. you have never felt the bite of this on your skin…yet.” And without waiting for a response he cracked the whip again…the sound as thick in the air as my apprehension. I could feel my still damp skin begin to sweat and I struggled awkwardly in the restraints, knowing I could not be free but fear driving me to try.

Then he stepped behind me and with a single motion flicked the whip across my skin much like he would the taws of a flogger. I gasped at the contact more from nerves than from any sting it inflected. And then a moment later I screamed as loudly as I ever had during a session, no, during my lifetime as he swung the coil towards my unprotected ass and allowed it to snap its last inch of speeding leather onto my skin. He stood and waited almost no time for the deep red streak to appear on my ass. Then he lifted his arm again and whisked it forward once again. I could hear it coming…. the leather whistled through the still air in the cavernous room and fractured into a loud crackle as it again made contact with my bottom. Fear and hurt clouded my mind…. redness blurred my focus. …and I descended into the hell of agonizing pain. I cannot say if I screamed again…I do not know but I do know reality became indistinct to me for I was in a world of torture and blinding suffering. The sting settled in to a burning sensation and I began to beg for mercy against the whip.

He allowed me to stand like that for a minute more and then came to me and wrapped his free arm around my waist, kissing the back of my neck and then sliding his fingertips over the two aching welts on my ass. I jumped and cried out at his touch. Then he stepped back and once more send the coiled devil sizzling through the air and torturously kissing my ass. Nothing in the world had ever felt like this… hot molten fire shot through me body and I heard a scream but did not realize it was my own.

I do not remember being released and placed on the bed, lying facedown on my belly. When I became aware of my surroundings again he was dabbing something cool and soothing on my bottom. And I could feel three distinctly separate throbbing welts.

“That last one broke the skin, my dear…and it was not an accident…I wanted this for you. You will be very pleased with your marks this time and with the length of time they last as well I think.”

He smiled and kissed me again...