You knock in the black door.“enter” he softly commands.
“Yes sir”.
“Please take a seat he said pointing to a white wooden chair”. He says in a calm voice.
You turn to look at him, “eyes front” he growls.
“yes” he replies, “Now I can going to be delivering a punishment. After that if you accept everything I deliver without complaint, you will be allowed release till I say. Not before.”
You nod.
“I see you are wearing your little bell?” he says walking behind you, his hands circling your neck. Your hand goes to the tiny cat bell on the silk choker at your throat.
You raise your arms, and he slowly removes the little back crop top. He reaches down and pushes your bra down so its sits on your stomach, the straps hang over your arms by the elbow. Your breasts now free, you feel the fresh air on the hard nipples.With that he slowly runs his hands up your back massaging your shoulders for a second. Before they continue their journey down to your breasts, you brace for what’s coming next.
After what seems like an age he releases the nipples, the blood rushing back to the little nipples is almost as painful as the initial pinch.From a kitchen drawer he pulls out a riding crop.
He stands to the side, and places the wide leather tip of the crop on your right breast, just above the nipple.With that he swings and lands a strike right on the tender flesh.
“ one” you shout, the moment you utter the word, the second strike lands.The next 9 numbers you rattle off quickly, the right breast throbbing in pain.The next 10 strokes go by like a blurred dream. You whimpering 11 through 20.
After a minute of two your breathing has shallowed and you are able to take stock.
“Stand up, turn around and hold the back of the chair”Master unbuttons our jeans and pulls them and your underwear down in one, leaving them bunched around you ankles.
Master stands you your side facing backwards he reaches over you back and runs his left hand down your back over your ass and slowly inserts 2 fingers into your pussy.
He fucks you with his fingers so a minute or so, before pulling them out and focusing their attention on you clit. Sliding them back and from over the top.
The pleasure begins to build. You next feel the crop against the back of your legs. He starts to lightly paddle the back of your legs with the crop. All the time working your clit with his other hand.
Over the next few minutes the master increases the speed and power of the paddling, the stinging slowly starts to build.He stops.He is rubbing furiously at your clit, while slowly gliding his cock in and out.
“Not yet” he commands.You bite you lip and cling onto the chair, frozen, determined not to let the bell ring.
You are about to shout out, when the master says “on the count of 3 u may cum”.
“1”
"2"
“3”
You release, and a wave of ecstatic rushes over you and you clench and shake.
The master is pumping away still fishing himself off in you as the second orgasm hits you.
Finally spent, master pulls out and walks around to face you.
"Good girl!" And he flicks your little bell.
