Sweet Peeper by loyalsock - Sex Stories

Sweet Peeper by loyalsock

... cunt exposed. She was dripping wet, the curly hair dark and matted with her juice already. He grabbed a cheek and spread her wide open; her sweet pouty cunt lips parted and revealed the tempting pink folds within. He slid a finger into her and then pulled it out. She was moaning and shaking as he did it twice more, making sure his finger was well coated with her pussy. Then he reached around and stuck the finger in her mouth. She sucked on it hungrily. Leaving her there for a moment, he walked to his armoire and opened the top drawer. He reached inside fished around until he found what he was searching for. Out came a long leather cat o' nine tails. He swung it in the air and smiled; he loved that sound. He returned to her and ran his hand over her flawless skin. No pock marks, no blemishes. She was like a blank canvas to a master painter. He leaned forward and kissed her between the shoulder blades and she wept. He kissed up her neck and swept her long hair over her shoulder to hang in her front. Her back was bare. She was ready to become his art. Stepping back he swung the cat o' nine gently the first time, allowing the tails to hit without f***e and pain and slide off her. She was shaking, afraid, excited, ready. He swung it hard the next time, swinging a figure 8 loop and allowing only the very tips of the whip to strike her flesh. The stinging sensation was great he knew. A crisscross of soft red lines appeared on her flesh and he smiled. He loved when they marked well. ...

... Taking a sure stance, one foot forward, weight centered, he swung again. This time the lashes fell directly across her skin hard. The resounding snap/crack was like music. She moaned and shook and he watched the angry red marks start to appear instantly. He raised the cat and swung again and again. The red marks soon crisscrossed and formed into a beautiful patchwork of pain on her. &#034Will you be my whore?&#034 he growled at her as the cat fell again and she screamed out. &#034Yesss,&#034 she whimpered as she tried to recover. &#034My whoooore,&#034 hHe growled again and struck her hard across the ass cheeks. She went up on tippy toe and yelped. He swung it again and caught the bottom of her ass cheeks, making her moan in pain. &#034Who are you?&#034 he demanded and slashed across her open back with the cat. &#034Whoooore,&#034 she moaned. &#034Yooooour whooore.&#034 &#034Yes,&#034 he panted back and struck her again and again until small trickles of bl**d drizzled down her flesh and she fell limp in her bonds. Grabbing the dagger again he cut the cloth and caught her as she slipped free of the ties. He gently lowered her down into his lap and held her, stroking her hair, fondling her breasts, and kissing her. As he held her he whispered in her ear over and over, &#034Mine . . . my whore . . . my precious whore.&#034 She shook and wept and smiled. Yes, she was. He held her for what seemed like hours until she came around again. Groggy but functional, she peered up at him. ...