Dangerous Liaison - Sex Stories

Dangerous Liaison

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Master kissed my shoulder then turned his head to rest his cheek on it. He smiled at me in the mirror. "I'm sorry. I really am very sorry."

I watched, confused as he walked into the gloom behind us, then back. Now holding a leather strap.

He walked in front of me. Smiling again when he saw my breathing deepening, the excitement already building.

"You're just so perfect," he told me, running a hand over my straining abs. "So strong, I've never had a sub take so much. With such obvious pleasure. I'm not ready to stop."

He stood back and held the strap up. This would be harsher than the flogger, on my already tender skin. It would leave marks. They would fade in a day, there was nothing in this club that would cause a serious injury, but the beating would show well into tomorrow. I would be able to look at my body and see, and remember.

I suspect my gaze was pure desire as Master laughed softly and asked, "Do you want your blindfold back?" I nodded. "And your gag?" I nodded again.

"Hold this then," Master said and placed the strap handle between my teeth. He was soon back. "I got fresh," he told me. "Everything was drenched. Master Bailey told me you like to be completely helpless," he added as he tied the new blindfold. He took back the strap and then pushed in a small ball gag. I trembled as he buckled it.

I felt a hand briefly on my stomach, then my back. That was all the warning I got. The next touch was the heavy slap of the strap. Ass, ...

... shoulders, thighs, balls, chest, stomach.

No warning, no indication of where the next blow would land. Master moved around me silently. Waiting for the screaming or sobbing to start to calm before landing the next stroke.

Under the relentless beating I was in hell. It was bliss.

The next strike caught my balls again, but at a particular angle that even I couldn't gain pleasure from. A risk we all take.

My mouth opened in a silent scream and my body tried to curl up on itself. Which was impossible, held fast in the frame. But my thighs trembled as my feet left the floor, straining against the ropes.

I heard a the sound of the strap hitting the floor then Master's arm came around me. He quickly removed the ball gag, then used his body to brace me. "Just breath. Breath, that's good."

Finally my voice came back, "Urrgggghh," I half screamed, my voice struggling, and then I let Master support me while I sobbed. He held me until I started to nuzzle into his neck.

He chuckled and moved back, running his hands over my body and cupping my balls. When all I did was moan he nodded in satisfaction. It was just a bad hit. A shock, but no damage done.

He looked up and traced my bottom lip with his finger. I froze for a moment. Was he going to kiss me? He wasn't allowed to do that. Then wondered at my sense of disappointment when he asked, "Do you give head?"

I nodded.

"Deep throat?"

I nodded again, and he smiled. "I'll call Master Bailey."

Master Bailey came ...