Part 2 (part 1 is here)

He had her spreadeagled on the bed. Cuffed and tied tight. There would be no pleasure for her tonight. None. The leather cane in one hand, a glint in his eye he begun with a serious tone. He will ask a question, she will reply with an honest answer and for every lie, omittance and excuse there would be a cane mark on each thigh. Then when he was satisfied he would take her, use her. Was she ready? …

Music playing softly in the background, his dark figure bathed in the eerie light. The cane in his hand, staring at her. His voice quiet yet commanding, “You continue to hide things from me because of your own insecuritites. This has to stop and will as of tonight girl. The reasons are invalid, I own you, ALL of you my dear and its time you understood this. You will NOT hide anything from me anymore. Never. If I ask you a question I expect an honest and respectful reply at all times.”

THWACK! Her thigh screamed. She cried out and another sharply ensued on the other thigh. THWACK! “Quiet whore!”, his tone angry. She hated the blindfold, he liked to deprive her of her senses, especially her sight, she lost herself much more easily this way, she went deeper. A sharp gasp escaped her lips as she felt the cold grip of the clamps, slowly taking their hold and the relentess pressure she loved and hated all at once. A whimper followed as he tugged at them and pulled the chain tight, clipping it to her collar. His fingers digging into her breasts,moans escaping her mouth and quickly being muffled with an object she recognized as the one thing she feared. She hated the gag and the humiliation. Tightly holding her mouth open and quieting her, his whimpering, moaning, drooling, wet little whore.

Tonight her masochist was about to meet her sadist. The dance was about to begin.

THWACK! Another to pull her back to him. To get her focussed.

Aaahh watching his little painslut was so enlightening sometimes. A pure, perfect power exchange, finely tuned to perfection, except, when she decided to let that fire of hers begin to rise … that’s when she lost her place. And thats when he settled it, quenched it, feed it as she did for him. They complimented one another. And he’d be damned if her ghosts and her past would destroy what they had now. Fuck those bastards. He had been patient with her, she was so damaged when he found her, but he saw what all the others missed. He saw a seed, quietly waiting for her chance to grow. His hand trailing a line down her collarbone, leaning in and smelling her, her scent spellbinding, his teeth sinking into her skin, nipping, the other hand inspecting his pussy. Mmmmm nice and wet, “My you are a wanton little slut aren’t you. getting all wet and juicy from a cane. Filthy little girl aren’t you my pet?” THWACK, this time the cane landing expertly alongside the first welt he’d inflicted.

” Yee..yeees Master”, she gasped, her breathing ragged, riding the waves of pleasure and pain. Yelping as he tugged on her nipple clamps, she knew she would pay for that outburst and was rewared with a answer in the form of whistling air and another sharp searing pain on the other leg. Concentrating on her breathing, trying to hold on to some form of something. She was losing herself, she couldn’t talk, the endorphins racing through her body, flying. THWACK! Her mind racing, the cane kept coming at her, inflicting those burning lines, where were the questions? God damnit he turned her on when he fucked with her head. She craved the sadist in him. Her breathing coming hard and fast, she listened … silence, where was he? Again her senses reeled as she felt her legs roughly being unclipped and then clipped onto something cold, oh god… the spreader bar. Totally exposed. Her arms then roughly unclipped, his hands pushing her to sit up, arms dragged behind her, “Knees girl”, she moved forward, only to be shoved into the matress, her arms clipped to the bar, ass in the air. His fingers probing her ass, pinching her cheeks, her moans disappearing into the ball gag in her mouth. Her eyes open wide, as the cold butt plug is pushed into her ass, hard and fast, the pain searing, tears welling up behind the darkness of the blindfold. A vibrator is quickly forced into her pussy, his pussy. He sets it on high, and then straps the whole thing in, designed carefully all in leather, his own little contraption. Perfectly made to leave her arse cheeks nice and bare.

“No cumming whore, for every time you do, it will result in four extra welts.” He smiled, with a sadistic glint in his eye, he already knew one was coming hard and fast and she couldn’t stop it. The lesson was about to begin…

To be continued…