Severe Session - Sex Stories

Severe Session

... attaches a metal bar to my ankles, then raises my arms and attaches my wrists to chains hanging from the ceiling beams.

Within seconds, I'm firmly spread-eagled, my arms stretched over my head, my feet barely touching the floor, totally at her mercy.

Standing in front of me, Virginie gently caresses my cheek before kissing me tenderly. A soft, languorous kiss, in total contrast to what she has planned for me this evening.

“Thank you for coming," she whispers in my ear. “Don't hold back from screaming. Tonight, I need to hurt you. I'm sorry.”

I don't answer, just nod in agreement. A veil of sadness seems to pass over her eyes, soon replaced by cold anger and a visceral need to get it out.

Crop in hand, she walks behind me. The sound of her heels echoes through the room as she settles into place. The leather tip of the crop flatters my sides and buttocks as she adjusts the distance.

Then I hear a rustle, the distinctive whistle of the crop splitting the air, followed by the sharp slap of leather on my skin, and the stinging pain radiating down my back. I barely have time to realize that, already, her arm is cocked again and the leather strikes cruelly against my flesh.

Virginie strikes me methodically. The crop whips across my shoulders, back and loins, taking care to avoid, for the moment, my buttocks and thighs.

The blows sear my skin and make me scream in pain. As I try to keep my balance, I imagine the red streaks that mark my skin.

My ordeal ...

... lasts several minutes until Virginie finds me sufficiently warmed-up. Then she comes back to face me, smiling and delighted, in front of my grimacing face and tear-washed eyes.

“I find it exhilarating," she gloats. “I hope it's the same for you.”

“Yes, mistress.”

My voice is hoarse, distorted by pain, and I barely recognize her.

“That was an interesting appetizer," she continues, pacing me. “And I think it's time to move on to more serious things now.”

She presses herself against me. Her hardened nipples poke through the thin fabric of her bra, and I can feel them pushing against my chest.

Her fingers run up and down my sides, sending shivers through my body. Finally, they stop at my navel, just above my erect sex.

With a sadistic smile, she brings her hand down and several fingers graze my erect member, exciting it even more, before closing abruptly on my cum-laden bursae.

I let out a little cry of surprise as her nails dig sadistically into the fragile flesh.

“God, what a turn-on," she laughs.

She presses herself a little harder against me and I can now feel her pubic bone rubbing against my sex. Drops of sweat begin to bead on my forehead and along my temples.

Virginie steps back to take in the scene. My naked body, shaken by spasms of pain, my sex taut and erect like a sword. She watches me like this for a brief moment, her eyes detailing my body offered up to her will.

“Before moving on, I'm going to warm you up a little more," she says, ...