"Good Girl" - Jamie's Training (Part 1)

His heart pounded with exhilaration as he looked upon her exquisite beauty and took in the delicious site of her predicament. She was his. His to control, his to inflict pain or pleasure on... Her body, her mind and her soul were all his to command.

There she was in the centre of the bed with her ass in the air, her ass cheeks glowing red from the severe flogging that had commenced not long ago. Her face was pressed tight into the bed and he could hear her breathing. Her heavy respirations born of excitement, with a touch of trepidation. He gave her slap across her ass which was greatly magnified by the already raw and tender flesh. She cried out and attempted to adjust her position, but found it was impossible.

Her arms were tightly bound behind her and she could find no leverage to raise herself up. She was on her knees with her legs spread impossibly wide due to the steel spreader bar locked onto her ankles. Her bondage was unyielding and inescapable, and her breath caught in her throat as she realised just how exposed and vulnerable she was.

He crawled next to her, allowing his body to brush against her and sat just above her head with his legs out to either side of her. He gently slid a hand under her chin and raised her head up just enough to make eye contact.

"Are you my good little slut?" he asked softly. She nodded her head in response. He shifted his hand from her chin and wrapped his fingers around her throat. He repeated the question, still softly but with an edge that commanded attention. "Yes, Sir", she said, her voice cracking as though she had forgotten how to use it.

"And what do you desire, my dear?" he asked, with his hand still around her throat. "To please you, Sir." Her response this time was clear and her tone was eager.

"Good girl" he whispered into her ear. He nudged forward slightly, providing her willing mouth easy access to his thick cock... (to be continued)

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