Lil One - Sex Stories

Lil One

Chapter One Firstly, I will describe my newest fuck toy. I call her my “lil’ one”, because she only 4’11” short and being a foot taller, I tower over her. She has full hips and large breasts both of which fear and love my ministrations. She was sent to me for training by her current Dom. This job, as any other, I do not take lightly and so I put her through my paces. I enter the room and find her in the center of the great room of My dungeon. She is kneeling, with her knees spread wide, back slightly curved, arms locked tightly behind her back, her head bowed and her eyes cast down at the floor. I walk around her, inspecting the slut that has been sent here. I see her skin blanching from the cool dankness of the room. As I move past her, I touch her hair softly, then reaching down and grasping one of her breasts, squeezing, as a soft moan escapes her lips. I ask her why she’s here and she quickly tells me that she desires to become a better submissive for her Master. I raise my hand and bring it down sharply on her tit flesh, sending it swaying into the other. She gives a short yelp. I ask her if she’s ready to submit to my training. Lil’ one quickly nods and says “yes Sir.” I help her up and move her to a chair in the middle of the room. Seated, I tie each of her ankles to the back leg of the chair; her arms are restrained to a rod running the back of the chair, with her arms out as on a cross. This position gives me access to her breasts and pussy. I walk to her with a ...

... riding crop in my hand. I ask her to give me her name, she tells me candy. My crop comes down on her thigh. I ask her to repeat what I have called her. She states with pressured speech, “lil’ one.” I run my crop up and down her thighs, lightly tapping her stomach. Then moving up, I use the tip to lift her left breast. I ask lil one if she is a pain slut or a pleasure slut. “Pleasure slut Sir, but I want to be able to be a pain slut because my Master desires one.” I raise the crop and send it down on her left breast. She inhales a quick breath. I move the crop to her right breast and lift it up with the tip. I ask her what she says to her Master when he is nice to her? She tells me “thank you Sir” as my crop comes down on her right breast. “Thank you Sir!” I work her breast and tummy with the crop. Her skin starts to show signs of use as the red whelps become more prominent. My crop works continues to work her tender flesh. I move to her side and flick the crop down just catching her extended nipple. A loud gasp escapes her lips, as she tries to double over to avoid the next blow. “Lil’ one? Do you want Me to stop?” She adjusts her position, thrusting her breasts out. “Tell me what you want me to do lil’ one.” “Whip my nipple Sir, use and abuse them at your leisure.” “I don’t think you really want me to, you must bed for the lash.: “Please Sir, whip My Master tits! Make me his pain slut, Sir!” I bring the crop swiftly down on her other extended nipple. She does no more than blink ...