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I pleaded helplessly between my sobs, my voice turning more raspy and hoarse from the intensity of my shrieks, breaking at abrupt Intervals from the ferocious, feral pace at which that fucking shit was driving into me, hitting my most sensitive spot and I hated the knot that started building and bubbling in my abdomen but just before I could let my head fall as she released her fierce grip on it, white dots like stars flashed across my darkness as the stung across my face, wrenched me back to the present. Another, Hard, Slap. "Listen here you neurotic whore, you think you're special? Think you're the only soul who Dominic has made feel like a queen and tossed away like a used condom once he

He walked over and stood in front of her grabbing her glorious pale blonde hair he pulled up her head, ‘You will learn to obey your Master my little Tigress because if you disobey you get punished’ The soft leather strips on the whip caressed her ass as he stroked it down her body, ‘You will be punished’ His voice was so soft with desire she was hypnotised and not in the least prepared for the bite of the whip as it hit her ass cheeks. She gasped in surprise and closed her eyes, ‘Oh my’ Her body responded as he carried on the boundary between pleasure and pain disappeared, she knew Caleb would never hurt her and the stroking after each lash aroused her to fever pitch. ‘Come for me’ He comman

But she was happy to humiliate him in the manner he desired; that way she would have the opportunity to do it again ~ and again. She picked up the whip and dangled it over him. Suddenly he looked more terrified than before. She didn’t blame him. If she used the whip on his inert form she could inflict very real damage. She could damage him so severely that his wife would see; so severely that he wouldn’t be able to work. That: thought amused her. But that would not do. Instead she jumped off the bed and towards the dressing table where she had left the nipple clamps. She also picked up her hairbrush. That would do, she thought. She would spank him with that. ‘Do you know what these are?’ she

I push my knee high up against her mound, holding her off the floor. “Listen Omega, you WILL produce heirs for my pack and for my mates. You WILL obey us and do everything that we ask. Otherwise…” I trail off and leave the cage only to return a couple of minutes later with a leather whip. I pat the whip against my hand, allowing the sound to bounce round the room. Every slap on my hand made her flinch and try to move away. I run the whip across her jaw, down her arm and to her waist. I give her a quick slap with the whip and she groans, her body bucking in pain as a nice red mark covers he side.

“If you’re getting tired—” “Shut up.” She took up her bullwhip again and vented her increasing frustration on his back. She wasn’t even in her role as dominatrix as she cracked her whip. She just wanted him to cry out. Just once. Any indication that she was getting through to him would be appreciated. She needed that. To know she was in control. She didn’t want to admit that she wasn’t. Or that as long as she let him get to her, he was the one in control. She struck the backs of his thighs, realizing how much that f**king hurt, but he took it. He took it and calmly waited for her to continue.

Denzel commanded. Denzel used his left finger to trace from her thighs to her clitoris, massaging it ferociously before reaching for her G spot. Karen squirmed and frustration hung all over her and loud moans mixed with sobs filled the room. Her pussy was now wet and sticky and Denzel's cock had become so hard it was going to burst out of his pants. And with a warning, Denzel drove the handle of the whip into her wet pussy and fucked her faster and deeper with the whip until she almost cummed and Denzel pulled out the whip Karen was now pleading as tears of pleasure mixed with pain and frustration escaped her eyes. "Please master, let me cum, I promise to be a good and obedient servant," she

Never in my whole life had I wanted to cum so badly, wearing one with almost no relief since 7:30 last night. The new slaves were frequently punished as well, for the tiniest infraction. The male slave would get his cock whipped if he didn't get hard when told to do so. It didn't happen often. Mistress usually administered the punishments. Only once, was I told to punish the tall lesbian girl. I think she wanted to witness my Dominant side, though as soon as I finished, I was on my knees licking her cunt again. She didn't want me getting too big for my britches.

She was fast to oblige this time, she knows the consequences well. The leather whip, now touching her sensitive parts, her clit wet and ready. I rubbed it on her clit, making her tremble and loose control. She was determined to stay still and I continued to stroke her with the clit. When she was sensitive visibly, I hit her with the leather whip on her clit, the sudden action sends her jerking back, a bit and the moans came out in a scream, making her climax. "Good girl.." I patted her back, with the same whip. She is my slave now, I will do whatever I want with her and she will oblige.

Before she could finish, I used the whip on her cunt but not forcefully to hurt her, She yelled in pain, she tried to break herself loose but she couldn't, I continued using the whip on her cunt and other parts of her body like her boobs, She screamed and yelled, she cried as I continued punishing her, her screams were getting too loud so I covered her mouth with a piece of cloth. Her body twitched as I continued whipping her, she was sweating and dripping tears from her eyes, I dropped the whip and fingered her pussy, her eyes widened, her body was twitching like crazy, she want to close her legs but she couldn't, I could feel her cunt clenching tight on my fingers, I continued finger her c

A messy gush of her juices squirted around the toy and ran down her ass crack. Sweat poured down her stomach. I dragged the whip slowly over her clit, teasing the sensitive nub before I switched to heavier strokes. The leather kissed her right nipple again and again until the peak turned deep purple. She thrashed and screamed. “Ma..ster, please. I can’t do this,” she begged me. I didn’t say anything, instead I moved to the left, whipping her tit until it glowed. Then I aimed lower and cracked the whip right over her mound. The impact jolted the vibrator deeper. Her scream turned into a filthy, guttural moan.