exercise my slave can come as often as she likes. The only rule is you have to be loud. Very loud. And after each orgasm you will thank your master. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Master.”
“If you disobey the rules, I add more weight. Let us begin, my slave queen.” He trailed the flogger gently over her buttocks and thighs, the sensation soft and arousing. Kennedy relaxed into it, loving the feel of the soft leather against her skin. It tickled and aroused her and, coupled with the bite and pull from the clamps, it was a fantastic sensation she hadn’t felt in years. She knew all it would take was a few strikes with the flogger, a few swings of the weight on her clit and she would come, and come hard.
It happened quickly. After a few minutes of playing with her, Cedric stepped back and let the flogger fly, the strands landing on her ass, she gasped as a second, then third, strike landed. By the fourth one she was rocking against her bonds, the weights swinging from their clamps.
On the fifth strike she came, soaring into space as the pain shook her nipples and clit, her orgasm slamming into her body.
“Master! Oh, Master, thank you. Thank you.”
The strikes landed harder and with more frequency. Several more on her buttocks made sensations swirl through her, and when the flogger landed on her upper thighs, on the area where they joined with her buttocks, she came again, rising up on her toes.
“Master, more, please, thank you. Thank you.” He crossed the flogger over her back and shoulders, the tail ends of it sometimes striking around and slapping her breasts, making her moan and rock more.
Kennedy lost count of the number of times she came. The only thing that held a place in her mind was Cedric, and the flogger kissing her skin repeatedly. She floated as if on air, Undercover Submission
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the pain the most erotic thing she’d ever felt. When the soft strands of the flogger gently caressed her pussy, she opened her eyes to find Cedric in front of her, a smile on his face.
“Come back to me, my slave queen.” He pulled the clamp from her clit and Kennedy gasped as the blood rushed back into her aching bud. She leaned forward as far as her bonds would allow, placing her head on his shoulder as he pulled the weights from each nipple.
The abused buds ached, and she kissed his shoulder.
“Thank you, Master.”
“We’re not done, yet.” He tipped his head up and kissed her, his lips gentle against hers. “It was beautiful to watch you take my whipping. You were made for this, made for me, weren’t you?”
She gazed up into his eyes, and the fierce desire she saw there made her stomach clench. “Yes, Master.”
“Good. I’m glad we’ve cleared that up.” He kissed her again, lightly touching his lips to hers. “Open up.” He placed the flogger back in her mouth, then moved behind her again, his fingers trailing over her stomach, and then over her aching back and buttocks. She heard the tear of a condom package and her heart raced.
Yes, oh please, fuck me.
He was behind her in seconds, his hands on her hips, the tip of his cock probing her soft folds, looking for an entrance. He found it quickly and pushed home, his thickness filling her as she groaned around the flogger.
“Mine. My slut. My slave. My sub.” He repeated the words as he thrust into her harder, his cock sliding over her G-spot until Kennedy thought she would die of pleasure. He gave several hard thrusts, then reached around and pulled on her slave ring.
“Come.” She exploded at his command, sensations seeping into her bones. He put his other hand on the small of her back, bending her forward as much as her bonds would allow, slamming into her with such ferocity she was sure he would rip her in two.
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She came hard, the intense feeling almost painful as he pulled harder on the ring. She heard his labored breathing, felt his cock pulse inside her as he came. When he was finally still, he let go
“Yes, Master.”
“If you disobey the rules, I add more weight. Let us begin, my slave queen.” He trailed the flogger gently over her buttocks and thighs, the sensation soft and arousing. Kennedy relaxed into it, loving the feel of the soft leather against her skin. It tickled and aroused her and, coupled with the bite and pull from the clamps, it was a fantastic sensation she hadn’t felt in years. She knew all it would take was a few strikes with the flogger, a few swings of the weight on her clit and she would come, and come hard.
It happened quickly. After a few minutes of playing with her, Cedric stepped back and let the flogger fly, the strands landing on her ass, she gasped as a second, then third, strike landed. By the fourth one she was rocking against her bonds, the weights swinging from their clamps.
On the fifth strike she came, soaring into space as the pain shook her nipples and clit, her orgasm slamming into her body.
“Master! Oh, Master, thank you. Thank you.”
The strikes landed harder and with more frequency. Several more on her buttocks made sensations swirl through her, and when the flogger landed on her upper thighs, on the area where they joined with her buttocks, she came again, rising up on her toes.
“Master, more, please, thank you. Thank you.” He crossed the flogger over her back and shoulders, the tail ends of it sometimes striking around and slapping her breasts, making her moan and rock more.
Kennedy lost count of the number of times she came. The only thing that held a place in her mind was Cedric, and the flogger kissing her skin repeatedly. She floated as if on air, Undercover Submission
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the pain the most erotic thing she’d ever felt. When the soft strands of the flogger gently caressed her pussy, she opened her eyes to find Cedric in front of her, a smile on his face.
“Come back to me, my slave queen.” He pulled the clamp from her clit and Kennedy gasped as the blood rushed back into her aching bud. She leaned forward as far as her bonds would allow, placing her head on his shoulder as he pulled the weights from each nipple.
The abused buds ached, and she kissed his shoulder.
“Thank you, Master.”
“We’re not done, yet.” He tipped his head up and kissed her, his lips gentle against hers. “It was beautiful to watch you take my whipping. You were made for this, made for me, weren’t you?”
She gazed up into his eyes, and the fierce desire she saw there made her stomach clench. “Yes, Master.”
“Good. I’m glad we’ve cleared that up.” He kissed her again, lightly touching his lips to hers. “Open up.” He placed the flogger back in her mouth, then moved behind her again, his fingers trailing over her stomach, and then over her aching back and buttocks. She heard the tear of a condom package and her heart raced.
Yes, oh please, fuck me.
He was behind her in seconds, his hands on her hips, the tip of his cock probing her soft folds, looking for an entrance. He found it quickly and pushed home, his thickness filling her as she groaned around the flogger.
“Mine. My slut. My slave. My sub.” He repeated the words as he thrust into her harder, his cock sliding over her G-spot until Kennedy thought she would die of pleasure. He gave several hard thrusts, then reached around and pulled on her slave ring.
“Come.” She exploded at his command, sensations seeping into her bones. He put his other hand on the small of her back, bending her forward as much as her bonds would allow, slamming into her with such ferocity she was sure he would rip her in two.
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She came hard, the intense feeling almost painful as he pulled harder on the ring. She heard his labored breathing, felt his cock pulse inside her as he came. When he was finally still, he let go
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