1Days of my youth [3] - Sex Stories

1Days of my youth [3]

... one who had taken my virginity and trained me!” she trusted me to “complete the task”. Reluctantly I agreed. Pete had now attached the pulley to the chain passing the rope through it. Then he sat down and in a silent trance I attached the cuffs and secured him to his chair, you could have heard a pin drop that room was so tense. Judy had been standing silently watching, she kissed her husband, Then she kissed me the kiss of a butterfly, stepped back and looking deep into my eyes quietly repeated what she had said that first time in her room “It`s time for you to un-wrap your very own treat.” She stood as I with shaking hands began to removed her clothes, her blouse the orange one I had bought, then her skirt fell in a heap on the sofa, then her bra, the same wispy red one that she had worn that first time together. Her breasts looked lovely in the soft light as I placed her wrists in the cuffs and attached her cuffs to the still loose rope. My hands slithered her nylons the little red wisp that was holding them and her panties slowly down her legs, she stepped out of them as daintily as a ballet dancer. I kissed her first on her lips and then on her sex before slipping the vibrating egg up into her already wet body and put the control in her husband`s bound hand. I heard the egg start a short test hum, she shivered involuntarily and I pulled the rope lifting her to her toes and tied that off. She was now ready. I removed my clothes, I asked her “are you really sure about ...

... this?” She nodded as she said “do it...Please,” so I fetched her whip to kiss, which she did, her eyes sparkling with expectation. Giving the new whip a trial crack; I began to gently flip the tip of the thongs across her rump and she jerked as I struck her that first stroke; a livid red wheal appeared across her back, amazing me with its vicious mark for a stroke of such gentle strength, my stiff prick began to drip pre-cum. A second stroke cut across her belly, she began to groan as each stroke fell, soon the white body was writhing in obvious pain, her lower lip had vanished and tears were beginning to form. red wheals on most of her previously white back, sobs now as I called Pete for a count “15” he called and I stopped for just a moment’s pause asking her if she still wanted me to go on, “last chance” I said, she refused by shaking her head, speech beyond her now so I fitted the gag, her eyes now pools of lust. As I took up the whip again Pete reminded me that I was to not forget her pussy and her breasts, and thanking him, I began the next stroke which had me coming as the thongs bit into her breasts, her legs must by now have been finding supporting her body on tiptoe a trial, as she was slowly slumping her weight onto the rope, lifting each leg in turn, and twisting to ease the strain her right leg raised as I swung the next stroke the thongs found their mark wrapping themselves up between her legs to strike at the softest part of her body, I was glad of the gag, as her ...