jagdesclave
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In a dark dungeon cell Kelly was tied in between two heavy wooden posts spread out like a starfish, her nude body helpless and vulnerable to whatever instrument was selected to be used on her. Even now the sensation of being nude and bound in front of a Master thrilled Kelly to no end, her stomach fluttered with butterflies from the excitement of being helpless. From experience she knew It was slow incremental process with many variables in play. Mixing pain and pleasure together in slowly increasing increments like a cook slowly cooking a fine dinner, until just the right moment to add another taste or a deep sea diver slowly descending into the pressure, it has to be worked in slowly. The Master also knew this brought her up slow and steady mixing the whip with sensual kissing of her neck and arms and mouth. kelly’s smooth skin was soon welted with whip marks, a sheen of sweat covered her body, glistening and reflecting off the orange glow of the fireplace. In spite of the whips pain Kelly was enjoying herself, she had always enjoyed being the center of attention and now she had all the attention in the world, it was like a spotlight on a stage play and it was all directed on her. She had always enjoyed flirting and dressing provocatively now she was nude and tied up so she could move to cover herself up, the rope bonds held her fast and the whip absolved her guilt. She had also always felt guilty about what she didn’t know? With the whip she was being punished and rewarded all at the same time and the feeling was immensely liberating. She was floating on a high of bliss as another whip strike hit her upper back and her nude body was flung forewords then snapping still as the rope bonds held her fast, her entire body felt alive, with energy, electric sensations she had never known before. her nipples felt alive her mind and body felt free, unable to contain herself any longer Kelly screamed out unabashedly shaking her head from side to side as she screamed. it took a very experienced ear to tell if it was a scream of pain or a scream of ecstasy. The Master had an experienced ear, but he was also a sadist, he enjoyed using the whip on a beautiful willing woman like Kelly regardless of whether she enjoyed it or not. but more often than not in a woman both sensations merged together to form a very new unique sensation, a natural high, and Kelly loved every second of it. Kelly’s upper back tasted the whip attention until it was criss crossed with red marks and raw. then he moved downwards to striking her bare ass. occasionally letting the tip of the whip wrap around her body striking her bare pussy lips and occasionally striking the end of the whip on her bars ass, straight across, in a satisfying slap of leather against bare woman flesh. Kelly screamed at the hits but also orgasmed with pleasure. her body feeling sensations she had never imagined before. The guard walked around the torture posts looking for fresh areas on Kelly’s body to lash. Her excited nipples became a favorite target. He swung the whip so just the tip of the whip struck one nipple at a time with a slight slapping sound that filled the room. With each strike Kelly groaned from the abuse but also felt a twinge of sexual excitement. thinking to herself ‘oh no am I really enjoy this?” Her mind may might have been in confusion but her body knew the truth. She was breathing in quivering breaths keenly watching his every move then holding still when he was drawing back for another strike, holding still, even arching her back slightly to provide a perfect target, then holding still while he smiled and swung the whip, and finally the shuddering ecstasy as it slapped one nipple or the other, or sometimes he swung it so it brushed or slapped both with one swing, she thought to herself it felt to good to be true,. Hold still slave” he said Kelly responded in a monotone “yes Master” she replied saying it without thinking but then savoring the words afterwards. it felt so natural saying it out loud. The guard stopped and began circling the bound Kelly like a shark, taking his time, walking slowly, his boots sounding off the floor, Kelly loving every second of the growing tension. He walked slowly deciding on a new spot to lash, then striking hard, he was feeling the same high she felt, feeding off her pain and obedience like a vampire. For him it was beautiful, she was in total bondage but he knew if he untied her she wouldn’t move, she was totally under his control. “Say thank you Master after each lash” he said then struck her again, hard. The whip held a hundred different sentiments for him, he enjoyed the sight of the lash marks on her body, even days afterwards, it was a physical sign of her obedience to him. For him a woman covered in lash marks was far more beautiful than a woman in diamonds. With the latest slap of leather against naked skin Kelly jerked forewords, then moaned, then caught his eyes staring at her as he was slowly walking in front of her. She looked up until both lovers were starring directly into each others eyes. Both lovers conveyed, concern, love, desire, all at once. Both lovers instantly reading each others minds and intentions. Kelly felt safe and wanted and loved. “Thank you Master” she said slowly savoring each syllable. He continued to walk around her as she followed his eyes with hers, it was difficult to tell who was enslaving who?
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