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She measured her first strike before pulling back and in one motion following all the way through. He felt the impact instantly, and it was like nothing he’d ever felt before. There was a pause and he felt it again, and then a third time. Finally, he was able to get out the word, “three.” She stopped and came close to him, “they only count when you count them out loud.” And she followed that with a deep, hard kiss. The way that he felt every bit of her passion in that intense moment let him know exactly how much trouble he was in, she had totally embraced her role as the executioner of the sentence she was carrying out with the same ferocious intensity as any other act of blind love – this time, it simply was of the extremely sadistic variety.
She pulled back from their unplanned kiss. She wondered that the really nice thing about both the space and the boy being your own was that you get to be the one making all the rules. She started again, and he screamed out in pain. She was so impressed that each of the marks were perfectly left behind as a reminder. She struck three more times before realizing he had not yet begun to count. As she stood there, she put the handle of her whip down the front of her black leather pants and drug it over her swollen clit, then letting it slide inside her. It was at this point that she noticed exactly what this was all doing to her, all of the lines were now blurred. She stopped fucking herself with her whip and pulled it out of her pants. She walked over to him, and without saying a word put the juice-covered whip handle to his lips, and his mouth instinctively opened to accept it. She pushed it in until he gagged on it, then she let go and walked away, leaving the four-foot long, leather tool hanging from his mouth. As she walked across the room, she stopped and turned around, “I can promise, you don’t want to know what happens if that hits the floor.” She honestly hadn’t even wondered about it because she knew he would not drop it.” She walked over to the wall and pulled three gags off of a hook, staring at them and trying to understand which would keep her victim quiet.
“You don’t seem to be able to count, so I don’t want to hear you at all,” she said as she settled on the ball gag with a leather cover. She walked over and put it on him, fully knowing she buckled it just a little too tight. As he turned towards the wall, he felt the fire of the whip hitting him across the back, again and then again. It continued and seemed like it would never stop; and then abruptly, it did. “Twenty five,” she said. “Halfway there.” He couldn’t believe it, only half through this punishment and he could only feel a fire on his back. She approached and rubbed her gloved hand over it, her other hand traveled lower and he felt it wrap his cock. She pumped his throbbing cock a few times and then she came even closer. “I am pleasantly surprised you’re still so turned on,” she said. “The good news is, I am too.” She positioned herself behind him, lining up her cock with his open asshole. She spit into the palm of her glove, and ran it down her black shaft. With a single trust, she penetrated him deeply. She felt him flinch, stiffen and then ease his body to try and accept her fucking him from behind. As she found a rhythm, she could tell his reaction was shifting from shock and surprise to acceptance and pleasure, and as soon as that line was crossed, she pulled out. “You are a whore,” she said as she put her gloved hand down the front of her pants. There was something about watching the black leather stretch as she rubbed her pussy that was an ultimate turn on. As she pulled her right hand out, it was noticeably covered in her juices – she immediately used her natural lubricant to jerk his rock hard cock. With the tight gag, it would normally be hard to tell when he was close to the edge, but she knew her slave so well; he had shared everything with her and not a detail was lost. She felt him pull back just a bit and her hand moved from him cock to his balls. She violently squeezed, twisted and pulled knowing this would immediately stop the orgasm that was on the edge of exploding. She put her hand down the front of her pants and started the routine again, following through on all of the steps identically – doing this six times before giving his now extremely swollen balls a hard slap, leaving them full and hanging.
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