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“Clean your filth from my fingers, pathetic little thing.” I watched as she quivered in response, noisily slurping and sucking her own juices off of my digits like the good little girl she was.
I yanked my hand away from her mouth, chuckling as she whimpered out loud for all to hear. I walked back to my bag of tricks, selecting the flogger. It was a stingy motherfucker, made of thin elk-hide strips dyed dark green and black. I had lovingly named the implement Narcissa. She was a beauty and an absolute bitch of a flogger, her few thin falls causing sharp, stinging pain to the poor wretch who fell victim to her pain.
I situated myself behind her, widening my stance as I brought the flogger down in a figure-eight pattern over the shapely curves of her ass. Hit after hit landed perfectly as her plump flesh jiggled and reddened under the onslaught of my strikes.
“Wider legs, slut!” I shouted, grinning as her back arched and her knees widened at my specifications. The excitement of the crowd washed over me, heightening my own experience, and I reveled in it.
“Let them see you drip for me!” Another four hits landed rapidly over her ass before I shifted my stance, thwacking her thighs sharply. Her skin moved and pulled with each pass, turning from pinkish to a brilliant red under Narcissa’s painful strokes.
“Mouth open, tongue out!” My commands landed as sharply and as painfully as the flogger’s falls did upon her ass.
I moved around to her side, my hits never ceasing as I brought the flogger down over her hips, her back, and her shoulders until I could see her tongue hanging out of her mouth.
“Such a good little slut. Drip your drool onto the floor. Make a mess for me.” My purred words had her ass squirming. I watched, delighted, as she obeyed, salivating until it dripped down her tongue and onto the floor in a pooled mess.
I stepped away silently, putting the flogger back in the bag as I grabbed my favorite weapon of choice: my jet black dragon’s tongue whip. It was a beauty; handcrafted suede leather coming to a sharp point at the end. I ran my hand over the soft length of it as I sauntered back to my willing submissive. Her hips were rocking, seeking friction of any kind to ease the ache I knew had built to a fever pitch between her thighs.
My hand ran down her back, my nails digging into the crimson-blushed flesh as she gasped and writhed under the pain. Grasping the tip of the dragon’s tongue between two fingers, I took my aim. I wielded the whip much like one would snap a towel. With a swift flick, the tip cracked perfectly against the center of Bex’s ass cheek.
“Jesus!” she all but screamed, her back arching from the sharp pain. A triangular shaped welt appeared on her skin, rising as it turned white for a split moment before blushing into a deeper crimson than the rest of her ass.
“What was that?” I asked, knowing full well that the strike hurt like a bitch.
“Thank you, Lady Luxe,” she said, correcting her words quickly through shuttered breaths. The cracks of my whip rained down over her ass and thighs quickly, causing her to jump and wriggle as she gasped, whined and keened. All the while, I watched as her pussy dripped.
“Tongue out!” My sharp reminder echoed in the bustling room. I could feel the energy pick up as the surrounding crowd grew in number, people gathering as our scene picked up.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
I assaulted her willing and pliant body, riddling her ass with little triangle marks that welted beautifully against her smooth skin. Her hips bucked back, seeking the delicious pain as I held back for a moment. She whined, begging me with her body for more of the brutal strikes. My fingers found her cunt again, slipping between her folds until I found her clenching entrance. I thrust inside of her heat, finding her g-spot with practiced ease and wreaking havoc on it until she was begging, mumbling her pleas to orgasm.
“Please, Lady Luxe! Please!” she cried, her words mumbled as she obeyed by keeping her tongue out all the while.
“Pathetic little bitch! You’re already at the peak of orgasm. I can feel you clenching around me,” I said, spitting my words at her as I kept her right on the verge of cumming.
“Please!” she all but screamed out. As I pushed her closer to orgasm, I could hear the tears in her voice. I found her asshole with my other hand, circling the rim slowly. I spit on her, making a show of it as I used my saliva to slip my finger inside the tight hole, still pushing against her g-spot as she hung on the edge of climax.
“No!”
“Please!”
“Not yet!” My fingers worked her holes until her legs locked and shook with thinly held control. The seconds felt like minutes as I held her right there, the crowd watching in rapt anticipation for the explosive conclusion to our scene.
“Now!” I screamed, allowing her to finally orgasm. Her back bowed as she literally exploded in a squirting orgasm, her pussy clenching around my fingers and clutching them as she erupted around my hand and over the floor below.
My fingers moved away from her quivering cunt, running up her back until I could wrap her hair in my grip once more. I pulled her head back, shoving the fingers that had been in her pussy into her mouth. She greedily lapped and sucked them clean.
“Such a greedy slut,” I said with a chiding sneer. I pulled her head up, dragging her off of the spanking bench until she was on the floor again. Pulling her down harshly, she got onto her knees before me. I drug her over to the wet puddle of cum she’d left on the floor. I pushed her face into her own mess.
“Look at the mess you made, slut. Such a filthy fucking bitch.” My words were harsh, cruel even, but I knew just how much she craved that kind of attention. Her ass wiggled at them, even as they degraded and shamed her. She lived for it. My little degradation whore.
I pushed her face onto the floor, smearing her cheek into her mess as the crowd murmured their approval around us. Pulling her back up to a kneeling position again, I finally released my grip on her hair.
“Nadu.” I commanded her to kneel in my preferred presentation. She moved her body into the perfect position, her back straight, her arms clasped behind her back until her breasts jutted out beautifully.
“What do you have to say for yourself?” I asked her, looming over her with my hands crossed in front of me in mock disciplinary form.
“Thank you, Lady Luxe,” she answered perfectly. Her makeup was smeared, her face wet and glistening with her own juices, but it didn’t matter. Her expression was one of pure and utter satisfaction. It pleased me beyond words to see.
