Whips And Chains Novels & Stories

The thong just missed his balls. “The bullwhip originated as a pastoral tool,” said Wanda. “To keep cattle in line. In some ways this is a family heirloom,” said Wanda, almost wistful. She raised the whip and watched the Captive flinch in anticipation. Wanda was amused by this, suppressing her giggles as she shakily raised the whip. Then out of nowhere, crack, she flailed the whip and the thong split open his chest. Wanda stood frozen as she surveyed the deep weal leaking blood, the Captive annihilated but alert enough to sense Madame was surprised by the damage. She dropped the whip and approached him. They stood there staring into each other’s eyes and finally Madame Wanda felt connected,

he whispered breathily while moving inside me. He kept on thrusting and upon opening my eyes I saw him watching my reaction intently. I looked away when I couldn't hold the intensity of his stare but he didn't allow me to escape his gaze. He held my chin making me look at him once again. "I want to see your reaction don't look away," he said as he kept on moving inside me. I bit my lower lip when I felt something building up. "I'm cumming," I whispered and when he heard that he slow down as if he is teasing me.

Trap? The woman shook her arms, throwing the ropes from her hands and ran like a scared animal. Twillow didn't pause to ask more questions and flew up off the ground. But without warning the clink of metal sounded, a flash of silver, and then an excruciating burning lit up Twillow's ankle. She screamed with pain. Even before she looked down she knew it was iron that was touching her. Her wings gave out and she fell to the ground, kicking her leg wildly. Wrapped around her ankle was an iron chain whip. A rough looking man wearing a long, brown leather overcoat was holding the other end. He rattled as he moved because the coat was bordered with fangs and sharp bones of all sizes lining the bot

Her hands were chained up and her legs were dangling in the air. Her hair was all over her face and I couldn't identify her. Blood dripped from her body and she groaned weakly. Her tormentors held bloody iron whips in their hands. At a closer look, I realized the whips had zigzag edges made to cut into the flesh. Right before my eyes, the whips descended on her and she dangled limply rattling her chains. I shut my eyes but the grotesque pictures were already formed in my head. "Lift her up!" The Dowager's voice boomed from behind and I screamed impulsively.

My entire body throbbed, my back stinging as though it had been torn apart, yet the pain of betrayal was worse. I tried to move, but my limbs refused to obey, weighed down by hunger, thirst, exhaustion, and the lingering agony of the silver whip. Every muscle screamed in protest, and the dull ache in my back throbbed in sync with my ragged breathing. The chains had been removed, but their phantom grip still pressed against my bruised wrists, leaving a lingering sense of captivity.

He linked back with a purr. I silently tried to check how strong the chains around my wrists were, I am pretty sure I could break them when the paralysis was over but judging from the rash on my skin, the chains were probably made of silver and they were toxic to my health. I chuckled, if Melody was trying to render me weak, she would have to do better than this.

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.

He felt it of course, curling his fingers until my thighs quivered. “Beg,” He demanded. “Please,” I gasped, voice cracking. “Please daddy, let me finish.” He chuckled, satisfied. He pulled his hand free again, smearing my wetness across my inner thigh. “Not tonight princess. Tonight you’ll understand just who owns you.” The chain around my neck loosened suddenly and the collar slipped into his palm. He pocketed the item, straightening his suit like nothing had happened while I was left trembling against the SUV.

It was a shiny steel, and perfect for a pole dance The walls were the most shocking. On one side, neat rows of toys and tools hung on black pegboards. Different kinds of chains… short, long, thick, thin. Leather cuffs in black and red, lined with soft fur inside. Metal handcuffs shining coldly. Several whips… some with many tails, some single long ones, some short and stiff. There were paddles in wood and leather, different sizes and shapes. Crops with small square tips. Canes in thin bundles. Feather ticklers hanging next to them for contrast.

"You've been busy." "I've been working," I said. "While you were planning this ambush, I was saving your investments." He leaned back. He studied me like I was a puzzle he hadn't solved yet. Then he said, "We'll give you sixty days. Prove this works. Or we find someone who can." Sixty days. It wasn't a vote of confidence. It was a leash. I nodded once. "Sixty days." I capped the marker and returned to my chair. I didn't sit. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have calls to make.”