Lesbian Whipping Novels & Stories

“Such a perfect little whore for your stepbrother.” I started slow, just like I promised myself. The first light smack of the whip landed across her wide, dripping pussy. The leather made a soft, wet ‘thwack’ against her slick folds. Lillian jolted hard, a sharp moan tearing from her throat. Her clit throbbed visibly. “Count them for me,” I commanded. “One…” she gasped. The second strike was a little firmer, catching her swollen lips and clit. “Two—oh fuck!”

I sucked in my breath, the sight of the whip landing on her ass making my pussy grip at the same time, made my heart quiver. Then the older lady had her turn to eat pussy. Her lips rolled so sweetly I could see the strands drawn by pussy juice all over her lips. She ate with so much intensity that I struggled to get my legs closed as I watched. Her occasional slutty moans as she ate made my pussy swell with a tingling grip. Then came the scissoring. Fuck! How I loved to watch lesbians throb their pussies together. The way their soft bodies collided as they hugged, their sloppy clits glided over each other as they kissed them together made my nipples ache so badly.

Then I started pounding into hеr tight аѕѕ with ѕmооth hard strokes, the erotic sounds of skin meeting skin echoed in the room as I shoved my dick into her tight hole repeatedly. "Fuck, Selena. What a lying lesbian slut you are. You fucking can't stay away from pussy, can you?" I asked as I jerked my hips back and forth. With every powerful thrust I deliver, she response with breathless moan, her ass muscles gripping my dick so hard that I almost blow my load. "I bet you could eat four to five girls at one time. Don't worry baby, I asked Ellen to arrange an all girls lesbian fucking fest for you where you can eat pussy until your heart content," I said, spanking her ass cheeks.

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.

Shortly after the couple left the premises, Maria Solei also left the mansion. Meanwhile, on the other side of town, a woman was in a dark room, bound hand and foot, being whipped, mercilessly. Inside her center, inside her body was a vibrator, which kept sending waves of electric shocks, all over her body. Making her moan even louder, while, at the back, a 25 cm dildo was buried, which, from time to time, was getting bigger, while it absorbed the woman's fluids, the whipping inflicted, all over her body had left deep marks, deep enough to be able to see traces of blood in those places, the man, who held the whip, laughed at her, while he said: "What's wrong, Elaine?

I burst through the door; Lisha glances at me; her voice trembles with rage as she says, “You don't want to see this, Tyler.” I stay where I am, watching as Lisha stalks toward Nadia. A whip materializes in Lisha’s hand when the woman is within her grasp. Lisha pulls her arm back and brings the whip down, slashing Nadia’s face. Nadia’s screams turn into sobs as Lisha hits her repeatably with the whip; by the time she is finished attacking Nadia, there is blood splattered across the floor and walls; Nadia is a bundle of flesh and blood. I grab Lisha’s arm pulling her away from the woman; she is close to death; I bend over her and snap her neck.

She whipped my ass with the riding crop. “You asked to be tortured...” she whipped my ass cheek again,“... isn’t this torture enough for you, bitchy faggot? We don’t even have a safe word, too bad.” She teased, increasing the vibration. “ Custard should be the safe word. CUSTARD!!!” I screamed.

‘Maybe he wouldn’t say a word,’ Althea mused, weighing her chances. “Begin the punishment!” the Queen Mother commanded. Two guards forced her to her knees. The hall seemed to close in around her as the man with the whip stepped forward. Her breath hitched when she saw it—dark leather, embedded with cruel thorns. Not an ordinary lash but one designed for werewolves, meant to tear flesh and dig into bone before their bodies healed. ‘Seriously? At least punish me with a normal whip!’ she retorted inwardly, her lips pressed tightly together.

Eve snarls still in concentration, "Your 100 whips order turned into 200 whips punishment. Fuck you! How could you do this to her? She's you're mate, goddess!" I gasped shaking my head. Elphaba looked at me, studying my reaction but I tell my side, "The 100 whips, that's only for one week. The second week that 100 whips are over!" My fist clenches, starting to doubt what happened in the past. "100 whips to 200 whips every week, you idiot! She ate twice, she was chained wrists and ankles, she could hardly clean herself! I will kill you, Ross, really! How dare you do this to her."

The Dominant could whip or paddle the slave, while they were being pleasured or merely pinned in place, by their dildo. Charlotte wanted to cum as the others had, so she was given a vibrating dildo to ride. Lisa was given vibrating anal and vaginal probes. I got a pussy probe which didn't vibrate so I had to slide up and down mine to fuck myself while Shasta whipped me. All three of us were lightly whipped, though Charlotte only got three light strokes to her bottom. All three of us climaxed. One side of the triangle formed by the three whipping stations were stocks, both standing and seated ones. Evelyn was placed in the stocks, standing and bent over at the waist. She could have gone into