Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... many times as she could. Thirty tickets had been purchased by a total of 10 guests predicting the number of times she would succeed. The event was billed as "Claire's Scholarship Fund." The range of predictions went from 10 to 101 times. At eleven the tally would stand and anyone having bet the number of times Claire climaxed would have use of her for 24 hours in the coming week. Richard realized that counting Claire's orgasms was going to be a rather subjective exercise, so he allowed that the four closest picks to her actual performance would win 24-hour sessions as her owner, and the four picks below those would be entitled to beat her for 15 minutes.

Mr. Lester took Claire's leash from Kay. He looked at Claire closely and noticed her flushed face and breasts and rapid breathing. He stepped close and put his hand to her cunt. Claire moaned and widened her legs, encouraging his exploration of her gash. He pulled his hand away, wet with her secretions. He dropped her leash and with the bent knuckle of his index finger, he lifted her chin to look him in the eye. With the hand still coated with her slickness, he slapped her moderately, twice across each cheek.

Claire's knees went weak. Though surprised and shocked at being slapped, she held still for the abuse, taking his blows like a benediction. Cheeks stinging, she'd never felt so submissive. She was bound throat to feet in steel manacles that were all but permanently attached to her body. She felt the enormous plug ...

... slippery in her ass and the bite of the leather strap pulling tight against her straining clitoris. For the next four hours she would coax herself to as many orgasms as she could. She knew what people were predicting and she knew her capacity to cum. She knew she would undoubtedly beat most of the predictions and would therefore suffer hours of intense erotic abuse applied to her breasts, her ass and her cunt. Her body was already crimson with lash marks from previous whippings. It would be a sunset palate of red and blue, purple and fading yellow bruises by the next day.

But if she did not do her best for Master, he would surely beat her also. And she would not ever willingly disappoint him anyway. She would sincerely try to cum as many times as possible despite knowing this would only mean more beatings by the losers. What was about to transpire was her deserved "punishment" for letting her addiction to pain and fucking get the best of her. She shivered at the prospect of her coming penance, happy at last to be relieved of the burden of her failings. Most important though, she couldn't bear to think of disappointing him, or Mistress again.

Mr. Lester looked her in the eye one last time, saw her trepidation but also the slightly crazed eagerness to be used and abused this night. He nodded slightly,to me or to himself? Claire wasn't sure but he seemed at any rate to approve of what he saw, which warmed her. He turned to the waiting, curious crowd who'd just witnessed her ...