Fear and anger were waging war within Jenny. At first, finding herself bound naked and helpless had filled her with real dread. But now that the blindfold had been taken away and she began to sense her surroundings, and saw her captor, she felt some rage building, but it was a rage of helplessness.
"I can sense your anger, Jenny. But it is a wasted emotion. At this moment, there is no possibility of exorcising it. Your fate is in my hands, for the moment, and I think for a number of moments yet to come. However, you do have some considerable control over your own fate."
Jenny wasn't able to respond because of the ball gag in her mouth. She was constrained on a kind of rack that had her bent forward with her hands secured slightly over and behind her head and extended in front of her, stretching her a bit. It left her very large breasts pendant in all their splendor. She was endowed in a way that most women would kill for. She was a petite frame woman with D cup breasts that had not had time to sag, since she was only 19. And her waist was barely more than her age, but it flared in that truly delicious way that some black women developed. Her buttocks were over pronounced almost to the point of being excessive, but not quite. And her legs were toned in an almost athletic way, although Jenny didn't exercise except on the dance floor, because her large breasts bounced excessively, causing her some embarrassment. Her current nakedness was broken only by a pair of stiletto heels, that, had she been standing would have pushed out her ass even further and exaggerate her large breasts. Her knees were tightly bound, with a small space between them, and her waist was cinched to create an arch to her back. All in all, a position in which she was helpless and prepared for anything a man might want to inflict from the rear. And her captor clearly had every intention of doing just that.
"Jenny, there are two clear options available to you. The first, and the worst, is for you to resist everything that I do. Because I am a man that loves to use a leather strap on a girl's naked ass. I like the sound, the sight, and the result. And I also like to use a rubber dog whip that is even more painful. I can use a cane or a riding crop to good purpose, as well. And I enjoy it. I crave it a great deal. And, as you can imagine, it stimulates me to sexual action oriented to a girl's rear end. I enjoy thrusting my cock right up her ass. And herein lies your problem. For each act of resistance or disobedience, I will add 20 strokes of the strap to your daily dose. And it doubles as we go along. So a bad day for you could lead to a significant session with the strap. And I add a day to your sentence here in my punishment room. However, option 2, which you should choose, rewards you for obedience. By complying with my wishes, I provide you with extra comforts, I reduce your punishment sessions, even to the point of giving you days with no strapping. You get better food, and much more freedom. And the sex is no worse. I'll still require you to suck me, and offer your lovely ass for regular fucking, but I will take more time and try to reduce the pain. So you see, there is much to be gained with this second option. But for now, you need to feel the reason for choosing it."
Then, he applied the strap to her extended ass with an artistic flourish. It cracked as only a strap can when sharply applied to a tight young female ass. Jenny jerked within the limits of her tight bondage, and screamed into the gag. Her head tried to turn to her tormentor, but her arms partly blocked the view. He was taking his time admiring her lovely figure. The strapping was firm, but not brutal. He was warming her up to what would undoubtedly come next.
Jenny was feeling the searing heat spread across her backside. The rage had faded with the first couple of strokes.
"You are truly the most magnificently built young women I have ever beaten, Jenny. Lovely beyond believing, in a way."
He followed that with four rapid strokes placed high and low on alternate buttocks. She was whimpering, now. Tears filled her eyes as the reality of her situation overrode all other emotions. He paused and gently wiped a tear away.
"Would you like another 10 or so, or are you ready to take my cock?"
Jenny wanted to answer but couldn't. He removed the gag.
Her head sagged. He knelt in front of her.
"Well, Jenny? What's your answer?"
