Cruel Femdom Whipping Romane & Geschichten

When her jaw shook, I moved lower. Plugs in increasing size, cold steel, no mercy. She screamed when the largest seated fully. I left it stretching her while I striped her skin with my belt: ass, thighs, the tender curve under her breasts. Every welt made her pussy drip harder. By the end she sobbed "thank you, Master" after each strike like it was the only truth she knew. Then I took her.

Unfortunately her latest cruel lover had quite a bit of stamina and was showing no signs of tiring or coming soon. "You getting tired, slut?" he jeered. "Your slutty ass getting sore?" He laughed and slapped her ass again, whipping his hand back and forth across the cheeks, causing her to cry out again. "Yeah, I like it when you cry, dirty slut." To please himself he slapped her hard and fast again, driving his cock in deep.

After she bore him the necessary heir to Neamh Álainn, he’d have no further use for her anyway, and he’d just rid himself of her then. “Yield,” he demanded, his fist raised in warning. “Nay.” Her voice didn’t come out as strong as before. It came out more of a breathy exhalation than anything, and her lips trembled. But she made herself heard. In the great hall, the murmurs rose, and Duncan’s face swelled, his cheeks purpling until she thought he might well explode. That shiny boot kicked out, connecting with her body. Her cry of pain was muted by the next blow. Over and over, he kicked, and then he yanked her up and drove his fist into her side.

I cry out, arching back, the sharp burn turning into a throbbing heat. He pulls my legs apart roughly, the whip coming down again with a satisfying crack. Each lash leaves a red mark on my tender skin, making my pussy twitch with the sharp contrast of pain and pleasure. “Keep crying out like that,” he growls. “I’ll whip your pussy until it’s raw.” “I’m sorry!” I whimper, my body tense with the electric shock of the next lash. He bites down on my pussy lips suddenly, making me cry out in shock and pleasure.

After he inserted the phallic gag to my mouth, a vibrating clip to my pussy and a Wartenberg Wheel. The latter, a spiked wheel used to gently roll across the skin, creating a mix of discomfort and pleasure through light, prickling sensations. That sounded tempting. Nonetheless, soon Chris stretched my labia. I was bound and he could do whatever he wanted with me and I would never be able to protest or move or try to save myself. However, it was Chris and I knew that the ending would be fabulous.

he'd growl, tightening them while pounding my pussy doggy-style, hand choking until black spots danced. Another night, ropes...real stuff from who-knows-where...binding me spread-eagle to the bed. He edged me for hours...vibrator on clit, stopping before climax, feathers teasing oversensitive skin, then sudden slaps to my inner thighs. "Beg, slut. Earn your cum." "Please, Master...fuck your worthless hole...whip me!" The words slipped easy, submissive role fitting like a glove. He used his belt as a whip, lashes stinging across my breasts and ass, red lines straining. Then he'd soothe with his tongue, lapping the bruise, before ramming in, the contrast shattering me.

Freestanidng walls hid devices that my vivid imagination would never have thought up. In a deep, seductive voice, Daniel explains the scene before me. A submissive is strapped to a contraption he calls a St. Andrews Cross. Isn't St. Andrew a Christian saint? I'm not sure God would be on board with this. The naked woman before me is covered in red marks from the whip being laid into her flesh eveen as I watch. She cries out as the whip lands, but the sound is lustful and almost...sensual. Thank you, master, falls from her lips and I look at the man doing the whipping. He's shirtless but has jeans on. That doesn't seem fair when we can see all of her. A thin layer of sweat covers his back from

I heard the sound of a whip and my eyes returned to the scene in the other room. Ace was holding a red sex whip and landing it on her ass, causing red streaks along it as Xander continued to fuck her with all his might. As harsh as the strokes were, she seemed to not care about it and continually screamed and begged for more, like she was on the verge of losing her mind. In seconds, she was cumming violently like she was possessed.

’ [Good, can’t have you hiding behind that mane now can I? Then he gripped it tightly forcing her head back he growled ‘Ora mi fai piacere. ‘ [Now you please me.] He commanded forcing her mouth open and thrusting his hard cock into her throat making her choke as he took his pleasure and almost killing her when he rammed deeply as he released his seed into her stomach. She curled on the floor retching miserably until he grabbed her hair again and dragged her over to her cage. Instead of putting her in it, he bent her over it securing her wrists and ankles he picked up a multi-thonged soft leather whip and began to use it on her. Maria did not scream or fight she hung limply far too exhausted

she screamed, arching her back into the sensation. Dominic chuckled darkly, the vibrations of his laughter sending tremors through her body. “You’re doing so well, baby girl,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing. “You can take anything I give you.” Her body trembled with anticipation as she felt him draw the whip back once more. This time, when it connected with her skin, it was harder, more demanding. She cried out, her body shuddering with the force of the impact. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her vision blurring as the pain and pleasure built within her.