Erotic Whipping Stories Novels & Stories

— I don't need freedom to do whatever I want — I mocked sadistically. I ran the tip of the whip over her ass, feeling my fucking arousal increase as I delivered a hard slap right in the center of her ass and the woman gasped, but didn't scream. I slid the whip over her pussy, a small spot, a closed rose. — Spread your legs — I ordered.

My nipples felt like they were being torn off. He picked up the whip “You will count every strike on this worthless cunt. If you lose count, we start over.” The first crack landed directly on my exposed clit. I cried out “One!” Crack. Crack. Crack. He whipped my spread pussy.. lips, clit, entrance..each strike harder. By fifteen I was sobbing crazily. Even the pain was starting to blend into a horrible pleasure. On the other hand my cunt was bright red. “Twenty-five!” I wailed as the last one landed. Juices squirted from me onto the desk.

He keeps whipping me, each lash growing more merciless with his rage towards me. By the tenth lash, I am a crying, moaning mess, my ass and back stinging red with pain. My thighs are slick with sweat, and the wetness flowing from my pussy is an ocean now. Done whipping me, he lays down the whip and steps closer, pressing his hard body against my back, his cock sliding between my ass cheeks. I tremble at the contact, my ass pushing back for more. “You needy little whore,” he chuckles and wraps his hand around my throat from behind, his grip squeezing me just enough to make spots dance in my vision while still letting me breath the little air I can.

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.

Damien murmured, twisting it gently once it was fully inserted, making Eli's hips jerk. Delilah didn't wait; she picked up the whip, a short-tailed flogger with knotted ends, and began lightly lashing Eli's thighs and ass. Each strike left red streaks, the sting building with every swing. "You're ours today," she said, her voice gaining confidence as Eli's breaths came in ragged pants. The whip danced across his skin, alternating with the vibrator she pressed against his balls, the buzzing sensation making his trapped cock throb painfully.

he whispered as he caressed my face, still holding me by my waist,"The very first time I saw you, I knew I was whipped at that very moment," "Oh really?" I sarcastically inquired," The last time I remember, you weren't that 'friendly' though," He chuckled and places a small kiss on my forehead,"I know I made a mistake that day, but now, all I can say is that I am whipped! I want those cherry lips of yours to be mine alone. I want those sparkling eyes to set on me alone, and all of this... is mine," he put his hands on my bum and squeezed it which made me whimper a little, and slap his chest. He just chuckled and continued to lean his face towards mine.

I adore every sensation, yet the need to climax soon lingers, and I contemplate using the safe word. The pinwheel retreats, replaced by gentle kisses from his mouth. Slowly kissing down my body, he swings the whip again, prompting moans as I lean forward, supported by the ropes. His hand teases, the leather against my sex inducing moans. The pinwheel presses against my back, followed by the cooling touch of ice. The sensations drive me wild, escalating my moans. His hand trails back up, gripping my body tightly, and his lips meet mine. The leather against my skin pushes me over the edge, and my loud moans confirm the undeniable climax. The whip swings forcefully, and my screams echo as the s

I tried to remain silent, to hold back the moans threatening to escape my lips, but Damien’s cajoling proved too much to resist. “Come on,” he cajoled. “I won’t judge. Let it out,” he whispered enticingly. “Yes,” I gasped, my voice barely above a whisper. “I fucking love it.” Damien chuckled darkly, increasing the impact of the whip in a way that made the pain intensify. But even as the pain intensified, I couldn't hold back the overwhelming sense of arousal that pulsed through me, driving me crazy. Each sting of the whip only served to heighten my arousal, each strike sending me spiraling closer to the edge of ecstasy

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.

He circled around me, tracing the tip of the whip over my body, teasing and tantalizing me with its cold touch. "You'll learn to beg for me," he hissed, bringing the whip down upon my pu*sy with a loud crack. The pain was intense and I cried out in anguish, my body writhing against the chains that held me captive. Once again, the whistle of the whip cut through the air, lashed against my skin. Each strike brought with it a new wave of agony, and I felt my body starting to break under the relentless onslaught. The pain was unbearable, and yet I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of arousal growing within me. Each strike seemed to bring with it a new wave of desire, as my body responded to