Infidelity Games, Part 5

“This will wake you up and make you pay attention,” he said as he delivered the first whack.

Whaaa!” she cried, popping off the bed like a bead of water on a cast iron skillet.

“That’s better,” he said, satisfied with himself. “This one’s quite heavy, but it’s got long, thin tresses. I’m sure you’ve found a stingy bite entwined with its thuddy delivery.

“Oh, you’re mean, sir. So, so mean. I was about to doze off in sweet, sweet dreams. Your flogging had been so gracefully up ‘til now.”

“You have to earn your pleasure.”

“Mean. Mean. Mean. You nasty dom.”

His next throw doubled in intensity.

She cringed against her restraints, pulling them until the four posts creaked.

He continued rhythmically flogging her. Mostly on her butt, propped high above the pillow. Her ass was way beyond red by this time. Red, that is, with the even redder criss-crossed marks from the riding crop of the morning. Sitting down each time would reminder her of this torture for a week. Every meeting she’d sit through, every minute in her office chair, she’d be thinking of this abuse upon her bottom. She’d need to put on a smile and sit through it all. He was the master, she the slave. It was for his pleasure she was suffering.

His next blow landed upon her with all the intensity this heavy leather implement could bring. The throw landed on her rump but the tails spayed all along up to the small of her back. She tried to squirm away, turning to the right. The following fall was just as hard. She pulled to the left. But there was no respite, no place she could pull under her bounds, tied so tight, that would save her from his amusement.

She let out a yelp with each fall thereafter; unable to constrain herself; she’d lost the battle of dignity. It was one more thing as master he’d taken away from her. Yet, she was grinding into the pillow under her. It was that familiar, tingly sensation telling her that there was another orgasm in her future.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” He asked, landing the next blow.

“Yes, yes, sir. Please fuck me.”

“Really?”

“Sir, this slave really needs to be fucked.”

“Is that what you want? Because if I do —” Another harsh smack. “— it will be a harsh, savage fucking. Do you want that?”

“Yes, master. Fuck me savagely. Fuck me harshly.”

Chris threw the flogger once more, landing the ends across her back and shoulders then left the toy on the bed in front of her eyes to remind her of what she had just received. He unclipped the rope from her ankle restraints and pulled her to her knees. Her shoulder and head remained positioned upon the mattress as her pushed her legs apart, exposing her sex in its full nakedness.

She thought he was going to fuck her right then and there, but instead, he said, “You haven’t earned a good fuck yet. A bit more pain first.”

Sandra felt so let down.

She didn’t have much time to contemplate her lot. She felt the first of the harsh, stingy sensations fall upon her exposed, glistening pussy. She knew immediately he’d used a sharp, nasty latex flogger upon her sex. It was small, and thin, but its size was deceptive when fifty tresses landed along her most sensitive nether-region — it was similar to the flogger he used on breasts this morning, but with longer, stiffer, and thicker falls.

“You will receive ten. That was the first.”

“Count them for me.”

Slap!

“Two,” she cried, gritting her teeth.

Slap!

“Three.

Slap!

“F-f-four.” Sandra tried to close her legs. When she did, he gently guided them apart.

Slap!

“Five, five, oh so five.” She cried, realizing she was only half way there.

Slap!

“Six. Enough. Stop.” This one hurt more than the ones before. Or was her pussy so sore by now it just hurt more? No time for contemplation because —

Slap!

“Seven. No, stop. Please, stop.” Her pussy was sore and throbbing. He was going to fuck her hard after this? She knew he was going to do it, too. But how was she going to take it when he pushes his red-hot member into her stinging pussy.

“Eight. Enough!” She was crying again.

Slap! He held per pussy open for this one, wide, so the flogger would reach in to some of her most delicate nerve endings.

“Ahhh, no, no, no!” she cried.

“Count,” he commanded. “Or I shall start over.”

“Nine. Sir, it’s nine. Please stop.”

Slap! This was the harshest of the falls yet; landing on her pussy lips pulled far apart for his sadistic pleasure.

“Ten, sir. Please no more. It so, so hurts. My pussy is burning. It stings so much. I can’t take you in me now. Please let me up.”

He just gently placed the insidious little toy on top of her upturned rump and pushed his hot and waiting cock into her throbbing pussy. Her pleas had again fallen on deaf ears.

Oh, the pain! Oh, the pleasure. She came in orgasmic fury even before he was all the way in.

And, in he did push; all the way up to grind against her g-spot.

His cock against that golden g-spot triggered a new orgasm before the current one had ebbed.

Sandra pushed and ground against him, her stinging butt crying to her. Her stinging pussy begging for mercy. It hurt as she ground against him, stung most intensely, but she didn’t care as she came in wave after wave or orgasmic bliss.

Chris didn’t stop after her orgasm of orgasms subsided; but continued to pound into her, deep and hard, grinding against her well-whipped bottom and pussy. He kept thrusting in and out of her, even though he knew she was all but limp in his hands. When he changed motions, he’d grind against her bottom rubbing their combined sweat into her welts as he also ground into her g-spot with the tip of his cock. Despite all, she came time and time again, as if something pent up for years had been released. It must have been ten orgasms by now, not counting the ones from this morning and the one on the kitchen table.

The he felt her tighten up for yet another explosive orgasm, and he was no where ready to stop.

Fifteen, eighteen, twenty.

“Enough!” she cried. I’m all orgasmed out!.

“This is part of your punishment,” he told her.

That silenced her for the time. But still, he kept making her come, as if each of her orgasms was a trophy. Oh, how he uses me! she lamented to herself. Twenty-three. Twenty-five.

“Make me cum,” he ordered as he reached under and grabbed her tits and twisted them against the sheet.

“I’m trying,” she pleaded. “How?”

“Be the sexiest whore-bitch pain slut that ever walked the Earth,” he told her.

Now, that was humiliating...

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