Kimberly’s Life - Sex Stories

Kimberly’s Life

... upstairs to my bed. Laying me on my bed, he sat with me, massaging my arms and legs. "Slave, what is your favorite chocolates?" Looking at him, I said, "KitKat."

Master had a couple of bottles of water, telling me, "You need to drink." Master was concerned with my wellbeing, rubbing moisturizer all over my body.

"Slave, that was a light punishment." "After today, the minimum will be fifteen minutes."

Fifteen minutes, my god, that sounds horrible.

Still looking at Master, I said, "Master, may I speak?"

"Yes, Slave."

"Master, I want to sign our contract."

Master smiled, and said, "When you feel strong enough, shower and shave."

"Yes, Master."

That day was nine years ago. I couldn't be happier.

Master has tested my soft limits over the last nine years, and one of my favorite things is when he flogs me. I love the little stings, the build up to a massive orgasm.

When I'm feeling frisky, Master flogs me. I make little mistakes, pout when he tells me no, until Master drags me to the basement. He locks cuffs on my wrists, lowering the hook from the ceiling, he uses a carabiner to attach my wrists to the hook, then winches my arm up until I'm standing on my toes, unable to support myself for comfort.

He shows me the flogger, holding it close to my lips, and says, "Slave, kiss my flogger."

Looking him in his eyes, I stick out my tongue, licking it, then kissing the whip section, finally taking the whips into my mouth, sucking on them.

Watching ...

... in the mirrors, one in front of me, and one behind me, I watch Master start on my back, up near my neck, he traces the flogger across my skin, moving faster and faster until he is whipping me in a rhythmic pace. He is leaving little red lines on my skin, continuing until the red lines have merged into red skin, working his way down my back. Reaching my buttocks, he concentrates on one side, making sure my ass is red, before moving to the other side.

The really uncomfortable section is the backs of my legs. The pain becomes familiar, then an arousal starts. I feel my pussy leaking arousal fluid, a slight dampness on my vulva lips, then my upper thighs.

When Master reaches the soles of my feet, I start dancing. The pain is combined with the tickling sensation. I utter oowww's intermingled with giggles.

The real torture starts when Master turns to the tops of my feet. The pain is minimal, but knowing what's to come heightens the tension.

Master works up my calves, over my knees, and when he gets close to my genitalia, he skips over my pussy, moving to my mons, causing me to moan a lament. I keep myself shaved, so the flogger can't grab any hair.

Master works up my abdomen, my stomach red, the white parts of my skin is growing smaller, as I look at my red body. Master reaches the bottom of my breasts, my breasts which are pulled up with my arms pulled up over my head.

The first hits on my breasts sting, making me squirm, a few more oowww's. Master works his way ...