He raises the whip, and my eyes close. i don't want to see the lash descending. i want everything to be completly up to Him, as it should be.
The lash descends on my upper chest, above my stiffened, erect, crinkly brown nipples and full breasts. i open my eyes, and look at the red line of fire it has traced across the tops of my breasts, and close my eyes as i gasp out, "Thank you, Master, for using your slave!" And then there are no more words. He is pleased with me; the next two blows are lighter; but the fourth blow, right across the erect tips of my nipples, is so hard it wrenches a scream from my lips. i hear Master's intake of breath, and i curse myself for my lack of control. Master dislikes extra noise. i am to remain silent until i really cannot control myself any longer. This is understood.
So i clamp my teeth shut, keeping myself arched upward for each lash as they fall, successively, harder and faster. Some distant part of my mind is keeping track of the number of blows, although Master has told me i need not count. i have taken twenty so far, spread between my belly, breasts, and upper chest. The reason for the short chain is clear; it keeps my head tilted back so the lash does not strike my chin. i am grateful for this small consideration.
He has not yet struck my cunt, although my thighs are strained wide to provide an easy target. i guess He is going to save the cunt lashes for last, as is His custom. And i am not surprised. When i am so aroused from the pain that my thighs are slick with the juices dripping from my gash, He switches his attention to the glistening flesh. His first lash is so hard i must scream; this is allowed. i have never been able to be silent when He whips my cunt.
With each fresh blow my sex flesh swells. i can feel my swollen clit poking out from its hood, but Master does not hit it until my entire groin is a mass of pain. He even aims the underhand blows so that the thongs curl up behind me and slash into my lower buttocks. When I am screaming and writhing as much as i am able, in my bondage, he aims the last few lashes directly onto my clit. i scream, quite loudly, as my overstimulated clit jerks under the impact.
Master throws the whip aside and releases my hands from the handcuffs. He releases the spreader bar and twists me around, forces me onto my hands and already sore knees, disregarding the way the collar, still chained to the bedpost, digs into my throat and constricts my breathing. Not all the way; i can still get air into my lungs, although it is difficult. He positions himself behind me, and i feel His erect cock prod at my dripping hole. "Fuck me," He hisses into my ear. "Fuck your Master, slave!" i lunge backward, my stroke limited to how far i can stretch the chain, and impale my swollen, abused cunt on his hard rod. i groan in pain and pleasure. "Master, please, your slave needs to cum...i need it, Master, i want it...please..."
He witholds His permission as i groan and cry and pump myself furiously on His shaft. i feel His cock get harder, and He shudders, and then He cries out, "Cum for me, slave! Cum with your Master!"
I need no urging. The pain of the flogging and the pain of his cock delving into my abused sex have driven me so close to the edge i only needed His word to cum. And cum i do, stars exploding behind my eyes as my air is cut off. i can't breathe...and i don't care. All i want is to get Master's shaft as deeply into my cunt as possible, burying Him in me so that we are joined together in one mass of panting, sweating, straining flesh. i feel the heat of His cum filling me, and that is the last sensation i take down with me into darkness.
i awaken as his hands close around my throat. The collar is gone, the chain is gone, and instead there is only His hands, applying some sort of cooling salve to the raw marks where the collar strained against my throat. "Are you awake now, pet?" he asks gently, in direct contrast to the hard, punishing blows he has delivered only minutes before. i nod, not trusting myself to speak, and instead i turn my head to lick His hand, as a dog will lick the hand of its master. He accepts the gesture as i meant it to, a gesture of thanks for His consideration in tending to my neck. i raise my hands, to apply the salve myself; He doubtless has other things to do. He pushes my hands down and finishes applying the salve, then lifts my slight weight easily in his arms and places me on the bed. He tucks the heavy, comforting ccover over me, and then slides into the bed behind me. As i begin to get drowsy, i hear Him whisper, "I love you, my pet." i snuggle closer into His side, enjoying the warmth, and drift off to sleep.