For You, My Love - Sex Stories

For You, My Love

... My groan of frustration quickly turned to a yelp when the red flogger struck my arse. He gave me five strokes on each cheek while I yanked on the restraints trying to avoid the blows. Unable to escape, squealing more every time the thick red tips bit into my delicate skin. When he stopped I heard him kneel down to admire his work; gently rubbing the pain away while I whimpered on the table. He blew on my pussy, it was dripping wet and the tone of my whimpering changed. The spanking started again, my arse was on fire and must have been bright red. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore he stood up and switched to the small flogger. He gave my tender bum a rest and flicked it across the back of my thighs before working his way up my back. He could see how much I loved it across my shoulders and he focused there for a while. My orgasm started to build again, it was as if he could tell. Increasing the speed of the flogging, moving down my back, across my still tender backside and down my thighs. He even flicked my pussy a couple of times but just before I could cum, he stopped. He pressed a finger inside me and I pushed back, needing as much of him inside me as I could get but he wasn’t going to give me what I wanted just yet. He pulled his finger out, leant over me and forced it into my mouth so I could clean it. Hungrily I licked and sucked it clean. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him pick up the red flogger again and I tensed up. He started as gently as it's ...

... possible to with one so heavy duty, relaxing me a little. He moved it over my body, I never knew where he'd strike next. Slowly it got harder, he was pushing me. He even gave me some strokes full pelt then he switched from that to the cat o' nine tails. There was no build up this time, the blows rained down. I loved it and he loved seeing me squirm on the table, crying out, my whole body flushing with pleasure. My body must have been covered in marks, it was on fire and he was still going. It was all getting too much, I could barely think, just feel what was hitting where – incredible. 'Please, Sir, may I cum?' 'Not yet, slut.' I let out a frustrated whimper and he switched tools again, this time it was the crop and it stung! He was merciless, my arse and thighs took a beating. I tried to fight it but tears started to form and leak down my cheeks. I took everything I could until I couldn’t take anymore. As soon as I said, ‘Ow.’ he stopped, gently rubbing my tender skin to ease some of the pain away. He kissed my back and I was quickly distracted, pushing back trying to find him and feel him. I was so wet it started to leak down my thighs. ‘You enjoyed that, didn’t you, slut?’ ‘Yes, Sir, I did, thank you.’ His large fingers slid easily inside me, two at first, quickly joined by a third and fourth. He pumped them quickly, suddenly I seemed fuller than before, he must have managed to work his fist inside me. He was pounding away and I was grateful to be supported by the table because ...