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The feel of Lukus’s mouth on her, sucking and nipping her pink nub was intoxicating. Her inability to stop him enhanced her feeling of submission. Yet her brain fought the feeling that this was wrong. It was too personal.
“Sir, why are you doing this? Markus wouldn’t want you touching me like this.” She was saying all the right words, but even she could hear her lack of commitment to her chastity. She’d been horny all afternoon and the feel of his warm mouth on her made her want more. Regardless, he finally did tear his warm mouth away from her nipple, quickly replacing it with the other clamp. She was somewhat ready for it this time so when the clamp pinched her nub tightly, only a low groan escaped her lips. Her nipples were numbing from the clamps until she felt Lukus attaching heavy weights to first one and then the other, letting his fingers graze the tender tips.
She was surprised when he spoke softly in her ear, his lips so close she could feel his whiskers brush her cheek. “You really like this, don’t you sweetheart? I suspected you would. You like being tied up, helpless… tortured and on display.”
“Oh no, Sir. It hurts so much. Please, take the clamps off.”
“Tsk… tsk… tsk. You shouldn’t lie to your Master, naughty girl. You know I can always tell when a submissive isn’t being truthful.”
“It hurts too much. Please, I’m begging you.” Bri could the hear panic in her own voice as she fought to get the burn of pain under control.
“Tell me. The pain is turning you on, isn’t it Brianna? Never mind. You don’t need to answer me with words. I have my own, foolproof way of finding the truth.”
Brianna was finally getting her breathing under control from the pain in her nipples when she felt Lukus’s hand slowly caressing her welted ass, kneading it, slowly and sensuously. It was as if he were admiring his earlier handiwork.
Lukus slowly slipped his fingers lower, stroking her wet slit several times before dipping at least two digits deep into her cunt. While the sensation felt wonderful, Brianna was mortified at the wet slurp as he stroked her and she cried out.
“Oh God, no. Please, not there. I need to come so bad Sir, but not like this. I need to be a good girl and wait for Markus to forgive me.”
She was relieved when Lukus chuckled and removed his invading digits. “Good girl. That’s the right answer, sweetheart.”
She briefly reveled in the glow of his approval. She smelled the evidence of her arousal just before she felt his wet fingers pressing against her lips, demanding entry. She hungrily opened her mouth to suck her own juices from his digits. It felt so decadent to be enjoying her own taste as he spent several long seconds finger-fucking her mouth until all traces of her essence were cleaned away.
He stepped away and a few seconds later she felt the sting of what she suspected was a riding crop landing across the top of her already tortured breasts. The pain was all consuming and only the restraints kept her in place. She was unable to defend herself from the next onslaught. She didn’t have long to wait. The next swing came from the opposite direction, catching the tender underside of her breasts hard and strong.
“Ohhhhhhh noooooo! Oh, God!” She was panting in an attempt to power through the pain.
While the first two swings of the riding crop had been strategically spread out, the next half dozen strikes came fast and furious, never giving Bri a chance to catch her breath. She was a bawling, mumbling mess by the time the strikes stopped coming. She vaguely had to acknowledge that as bad as the pain was, taking the strokes on her recently caned bottom would have been worse. So, when that was what happened, her screams let Lukus know the punishment was doing its job.
Brianna began to release the final shred of control she’d been clinging to as the next thwack of the crop connected with her most tender spot where her butt and thighs met, dragging a guttural cry from her.
She felt it starting and she was certain that Lukus had to recognize the signs as well. His well-placed last strike had set her on her way to her happy place. Her brain knew she was supposed to push the feelings down, but all willpower was gone. With each masterful stroke of the crop, she flew higher and higher.
She was waiting for something. Oh yes… waiting for him to warn her… to stop her from coming as he had several times today, but when his warning didn’t come, she took his silence as his tacit approval.
Her powerful orgasm erupted with the next strike to her welted breasts. The torturous end of the crop connected like a bullseye with one of her clamped nips. The pain pulsed to her core, erupting with a red-hot explosion. Through her sexual overload, she vaguely thought about what a great show she was putting on for all of the spectators tonight. As she floated through her climax, she wondered how many other subs were getting fucked by their masters right now as they enjoyed this spectacle.
Surprisingly, Lukus wasn’t chastising her for coming without permission. Instead, the crop continued to rain down on her ass as if he’d missed the entire event, which of course was impossible considering her loud moans. As her first orgasm wrapped up, she could already feel the next building. If he continued like this, she knew it wouldn’t be long before he pushed her over the cliff again. She was truthfully not sure how she felt when she heard him throw the riding crop to the stage floor, signaling that at least this phase of the punishment was over. She could have endured a few more strokes if it would’ve meant coming again.
Her hearing was enhanced from being blindfolded, so she was able to pick up the subtle sounds of Lukus removing his belt as he’d done earlier this afternoon. At the time, he’d belted her to near orgasm only to leave her wriggling with pent up sexual desire. Funny thing was that instead of worrying about how much the belt was going to hurt on her already sore ass, she was readying for the strokes to lead her to her happy place of all-consuming, sub-space orgasms. They were well worth the price of pain required to get there. It flitted through her brain that it was only the promise of these strong orgasms that had tempted her into cheating on Markus with Jake in the first place. She hated how much she needed them.
Lukus’s lecture started simultaneously with the first strike of the belt falling hard across her ass. “Why are you being punished, Brianna?”
Through her sobs, she answered with truthful remorse shining through. “Because I did the unthinkable. I cheated on my husband, who I love so very much, and with a total jerk who has hurt me before. I’m so sorry.”
“And what the fuck made you do such a stupid and irresponsible thing?”
Another belt stroke rained down on Bri’s ass as the inquisition continued. It was distracting to have to answer his questions while fighting to keep the pain and pleasure balance from boiling over inside of her. “I had to. I’d love to blame the blackmail only, but I can’t. I love Markus so much, but he was too gentle. Sometimes Ineedto be dominated. Sometimes Ineedthe pain, Sir. It takes me to myhappy place. Thank you, Sir, for letting me go to myhappy place.”
“You’d better thank me, you little pain slut. I think I told you several times today that subs do not have the privilege of coming during a punishment. So, what made you think that coming a few minutes ago was acceptable?”
“I’m so sorry. I couldn’t hold it back, Sir. Please, I’m going to come again if you keep belting me like you are. I’m so close. Please, Sir… can I come again?”
“No fucking way. You hold it, do you hear me?”
The next belt connection with her ass was the hardest yet and it pushed her so close to the edge she started to beg. “Please, take a break then. If you keep going, I’ll come again. I can’t stop it.”
“Yes, you can. You need to learn how to control your body. You’re a submissive. Like it or not, that means even your orgasms belong to your Dom. I’ll tell you when you can and can’t get off and right now, you’ll hold it and feel the full force of pain you earned by breaking your husband’s heart.”
