Whip Me, Again
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by David Jewell
Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica
Description: Erick Stone has been married to his submissive wife, Apollonia, for a couple of months. Their romance was fast and furious. Erick is also a master of the whip and has a long list of satisfied clients, who have no problem in paying for his services. He meets one of his clients, Lance and Traci Adler, for dinner along with Apollonia. Traci Adler is a very submissive wife. Like Apollonia, she is bi-sexual. She has one more enduring trait. She loves pain - it hurts so good. Erick and Lance made plans for swapping wives after dinner. The next day when Lance brings Apollonia back, Erick has Apollonia and Traci entertain him and Lance. After Lance and Traci left, Erick takes Apollonia into the dungeon for some delightful foreplay. Then taking her into the bedroom suite, he makes love to her. Another hotter-than-hot treasure of BDSM erotica by Sizzler's master of kinky erotica: David Jewell! If you thought that WHIP ME was erotic and kinky then this brand new book is for you!
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler,
eBookwise Release Date: December 2011
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [137 KB]
Reading time: 91-127 min.
It was five o'clock Friday afternoon. The day had been picture perfect with bright sunshine, temperatures in the mid-eighties, and a light breeze off the ocean. Erick Stone's day as a lifeguard had been uneventful. He was glad to be home since he had the weekend off and he was looking forward to the plans he had made to make sure it was a full and enjoyable one. The first thing on his list was to continue his wife's training in the areas of pain and submission.
Apollonia, worked as a barista at the Mocha Depot on Laguna Beach, where her husband was a lifeguard. It was almost like working together. She was working hard to earn tuition for college. Her fabulous breasts were proving to be an incredible tip generator when properly displayed in one of her many bikinis. Her shift had ended about the same time as Erick's so they were able to ride home together for a change. She liked it when they could share their day with each other before they got home.
Home was located on a cliff overlooking the Pacific Ocean. The house had five bedrooms. One had been turned into a well-equipped dungeon just before they got married. The back yard, thanks to the shape of the lot and attention to landscaping, was very private and offered an awesome view of the ocean. The pool was large and as close to the cliff as was legally possible.
Wearing a hot pink latex garter dress with a front zipper and black latex stockings attached to the gartered hemline, Apollonia was tied spread-eagle to the king size bed in the master suite of their home. Her naked pussy was sensually displayed just below the hem of the dress and sexily outlined by the garters and tops of the latex stockings. Her bonds were tight and arousing. She enjoyed looking at the bulge in his black leather jockstrap right before the pink blindfold was placed over her eyes and buckled into the place. Plunged into darkness, she felt her other senses become more alive and her breasts heaved slightly in the anticipation of serving her husband and master.
Standing at the side of the bed, Erick looked at his wife. He had met her in late spring, fallen in love and married her by late summer. Their wedding had not been traditional by any stretch of the imagination. The wedding reception had been an orgy of BDSM with his bride being the center of attention by a select group of invited guests. As he thought about the reception, he smiled like the cat that had just eaten the canary.
Letting her anticipation increase, he looked at the beautiful woman, who had embraced his alternative lifestyle. He noted her Italian genes in her olive-colored and nearly flawless skin, long, shiny black hair, full lips, her high cheekbones and long elegant neck, her full breasts, narrow waist, proportioned hips, and long, taut legs. He appreciated the fact that she was intelligent, curious, passionate, bi-sexual, multi-orgasmic, obedient, and completely submissive to his wishes. He was pleased with her eagerness to learn more about the intensity that bondage, pain and his control brought into her life sexually and in terms of self-fulfillment as the submissive woman, she had discovered residing inside of her thanks to him. Very importantly, he found in her an unspoiled canvass upon which he could paint and satisfy his needs with the "brush strokes" of the whip, the flogger and other tools of his choice as her master. He had truly found his soul mate and he knew she felt the same way. He was well aware that she was the kind of wife most men could only dream of having as their own. He felt so fortunate to have found her, collared her and married her. He reached down and unzipped her dress a few inches exposing more of her décolleté. He made her jump when he lightly touched and caressed the soft skin between her breasts. He felt his penis twitch in the anticipation of enjoying her on his terms.
"Mmmmmm," she purred over his caress.
He slowly moved his fingertips over the latex dress toward her pussy. He had no trouble reading her body language that shouted at him to touch her treasure. He heard. He did.
"Oh, Master," she purred as his fingertips caressed her slit. She moved her hips up and down as she appreciated the intensity of the pleasure she was feeling via the light pressure on her hidden clit. "Mmmmmmm."
"I own you, my pet," he said as he gently spread the lips of her pussy and touched her clit.
"Oh! You do, Master." She squirmed and moaned while he made small circles around her moist button.
He smiled. He tasted her juices. "You are very sweet tasting tonight, my love."
"Take me. You are making me very wet."
"All in due time." He unzipped her dress a little further. He exposed her breasts. He cupped and pushed them together. He admired her full, firm breasts and enjoyed how they felt in his hands. When they were married, he had given her two gifts. One was a gold wedding band. The other was the small, delicate replica of his whip that was attached to the barbell piercing her left nipple. He had told her it would be a constant reminder of the intensity he would bring to their relationship and a reminder that she was to always hold him close to her heart. He touched it and smiled again. "I am so happy that I'm your master."
"So am I, Master," she honestly replied.
"Ready to serve me, my pet?"
"Always ready to do so, Master."
"You will serve me in many ways this weekend."
"Yes, Master." She lightly bit her lower lip when he released her breasts. Hearing him walk away, she waited in the darkness to find out what he had in mind.
"I'm going to begin with your nipples. I'm going to use the tit tuggers tonight."
"Yes, Master." She felt the cool circular base of a tit tugger being placed over the areola of her right breast. She knew how intense it could be. She flinched as the Japanese cloverleaf clamp was attached to her nipple. "Oh," she groaned. She felt him adjusting the device causing her nipple to be pulled up and away from her body. "Ohhhh," she exhaled as the tension increased to the point where he could let go of the tit tugger and it would stand-alone.
He smiled. He placed a tit tugger on her other breast. He carefully placed the clamp on her pierced nipple. He adjusted the tension.
"Ohhhh," she softly moaned.
He reached down to her pussy and massaged it. He inserted a finger. "The bondage and pain are making you so wet," he commented.
"They are, Master. Mmmmm," she purred as he worked his finger in and out. "Oh, yeah." Pulling against her bonds, she moved her hips up and down. "That feels so good, Master."
"I'll make it feel even better." He withdrew his finger. He began to adjust the tension of the tit tuggers.
"Mmmmmm," she groaned as her nipples were slowly and painfully elongated.
He paused. He fondled her pussy again.
"Oh, Master." With the added pain, she enjoyed an increase in the pleasure from his fondling her sex. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."
He smiled. "Why? Do you want to cum for me?"
"I do, Master. Please."
"Don't count on it, my pet." To her frustration, he stopped playing with her pussy.
"Ouch." She winced when he once again adjusted the tension on the tit tuggers. She took deep breaths to cope with the pain.
He picked up his soft deerskin flogger. He dangled the soft, purple fall over her abdomen. "This is for my pussy."
"Yes, Master." She quivered as the tips of the fall tickled her. She knew that would change and soon.
He warmed her up. Striking her upper thighs, he made them red along with the skin surrounding her pussy. He moved his hand over her skin to gauge the warmth created by his gentle flogging. "I own your pussy," he said while he shoved two fingers into it.
"You do, Master. Ohhhhh," she moaned when he located and massaged her G-spot with tip of his finger. "Make me cum for you, Master," she begged as he expertly increased and controlled her need.
"No, my pet." He withdrew his fingers and stepped back. He stretched out the fall then let it fly to its target. Smack!
"Ow," she yelped. Ow!" she said a little louder over the second strike to her pussy.
He dangled the fall over her pussy. He made her move her hips in search of more pleasure. He smiled. He loved having absolute control over her and everything she would feel. The bulge in his jockstrap got bigger. With a flick of the wrist, he changed the small amount of pleasure she was enjoying to a moderate explosion of pain.
"Ow." She pulled against her bonds. She twisted and yelped while he repeatedly struck her pussy.
He paused to stretch her nipples even further. Then he thrust two fingers into her pussy when he was finished.
"Oh, yeah. Don't stop. I'm so close, Master."
"I can tell, my pet." He was pleased with how wet he had made her and how needy she had become. "You are becoming a pain slut."
"I guess so, Master. Are you going to let me cum?"
"I haven't decided." He manipulated her clit and G-spot until she was right on the verge of an orgasm. Reading her like an open book, he stopped. Using the flogger, he helped her back away from the brink with a series of sharp and rapid strikes to her crotch.
"Owwww." She twisted in pain. She tried to bring her knees together to protect her treasure. She couldn't. "Red!" she yelped after her vulnerable pussy was assaulted repeatedly. She was no longer on the verge of cumming. She sighed in frustration over his control.
He placed the flogger on her abdomen. He removed the blindfold. He started to lower his leather jockstrap. "Look what tying you down, torturing your tits and flogging you have done for me," he said as his hard penis sprung free.
Her eyes widened. "Master, I'd love to be fucked by that cock."
"You will be. It just may not be in the way you want, my pet."
"Whatever you want, Master," she said indicating her submission to him.
He walked over and picked up an exact replica of his penis that he had made with a Clone-a-cock kit. In fact, he had made two while he was training Carbie, one of his clients. He had left one with her and brought one home for Apollonia. "I'm going put this in your pussy, my pet."
"Yes, Master. You know I'd prefer the real one."
"I know. But don't worry, you are going to get the real one and it's going to go deep inside your body just like this one," he commented as he pushed the tip of the replica into her pussy.
"Ohhhhhh. Yeah," she purred as he stroked her with the replica until she had eight inches inside her. Except for its lack of warmth, it felt just like her master. Regardless of the difference, it was making her hot and needy. "I want you. I need you so much, Master."
"I need you, too." Leaving the replica inside her, he got on the bed. He knelt above her head and offered his hard cock to her mouth. "I need you to suck my sock."
"Yes, Master." She opened her mouth as she lustfully gazed at his penis. "Mmmmm," she purred when he pushed his cock into her mouth.
"Oh, yeah," he purred as she demonstrated her well-honed oral skills. He fucked her mouth while he enjoyed the view of the replica of his cock being buried in her slit and her nipples being elongated by the tit tuggers. He jerked when her tongue massaged his sensitive glans. "Make it wet because I need you to deep throat me."
She obeyed. She really liked having his cock deep into her throat. She was so thankful he had taught her that skill. Yet, right now, she would have preferred his hot, hard cock in her pussy. She made sure the tip was well lubricated.
"Take it all, slut." He slowly pushed his cock in. He felt it pop into her throat. He felt it traveling down her throat. He felt his balls against her mouth. Reaching down, he began to stroke her with the replica. He enjoyed how her hips began to immediately rise and fall. He paused. He stroked her throat a few times before he withdrew to let her breathe. He gave her a moment to catch her breath before pushing his hard cock all the way down her throat again. He stroked her pussy as he fucked her throat.
"Mmmmmmm," she purred over her double penetration. She was about to orgasm when he stopped and removed the replica.
He withdrew and let her breathe again. "I'm going to cum in your throat this time," he shared.
"Yes, Master. May I cum with you?"
"No." He pushed his cock into her mouth and down her throat. He moved it in and out with a purpose.
She felt his cock get even harder. She knew he was close. She felt him jerk and knew he had come deep in her throat. She was pleased to serve him in this way. Yet, she was disappointed because she could not taste him.
"Yes." He withdrew slightly. In an act of kindness, he came in her mouth with his two remaining ejaculations. Breathing through her nose, she savored his nectar while she continued to suck him off.
"Yes, yes, yes," he repeated as he enjoyed how she was prolonging his orgasm. As she sucked him dry, he released the tit tuggers from her nipples.
"Mmmmmm," she groaned as he did.
He withdrew. He turned around and straddled her at the waist. Leaning down, he soothingly nursed on her breasts.
"Thank you, Master. Thank you so much," she purred.
He teasingly moved down a little more and massaged her slit with the tip of his still quite hard penis. He gave her a wicked smiled as he did.
"Are you going to put it me, Master?"
"Ahhhh. Please put it in me. I need you, Master."
"I let you taste me. That should be enough for now, my pet."
"Master, I really need you in me."
"So you can cum?"
"Sure. If you want me to, Master."
He gave her another evil grin. "I don't want you to cum right now. I just needed to cum. And did I ever cum. I really got off in your throat," he shared to add to her frustration. From her moan and look of disappointment, he knew he had succeeded beyond his expectations.
"Can I get off on the replica? Please, Master."
"No. You need to get dressed for dinner. Master Lance and Traci are expecting us in an hour so we need to get a move on."
"It won't take long to make me cum, Master," she said hoping to change his mind.
"Sorry, my pet. I have no plans to let you cum either on my cock or on my replica right now. Maybe later tonight you can enjoy the orgasm you so desperately want. And if I do, it'll be on a hard cock."
"I hope so, Master. I really hope so." She rubbed her wrists after her hands were released and while she waited for him to untie her legs.
"Shower and I'll pick out what you are going to wear tonight."
"Yes, Master." After a lingering and longing look at his penis, she got out of bed and went to shower.
He smiled with deep satisfaction over denying her as he watched her walk into the bathroom. He thought she looked incredible in latex. He had something else in mind for her to wear for dinner. He knew she would look equally incredible in it.