Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... line of agony across her back and she screamed. Her Master had laid the whip against her skin with full force. No warm up. No warning. And more blows followed. The whip leader walked across her back and wrapped around her ribs. Another caught the side of her breasts and wrapped around to slash the full meat and a nipple. Another caught her hip and wrapped around to lick her mons. The pain was intense and she found herself screaming. The force and surprise of the whipping caught her off guard and broke her instantly. She couldn't catch her breath; couldn't use her tricks to sublimate the pain. It was simply raw unceasing agony. She danced on her tip toes. She threw her hips side to side in a useless attempt to somehow lessen the pain, or redirect it. But nothing worked. He didn't ever slow down; gave her no chance to get ahead of the blows; to get on top of the physical sensations. One after another he landed them up and down her back and torso, wrapping the slim leather leader to catch her breasts and chest, her mons and thighs. He even landed the whip on her calves and the underside of her arms along the extended triceps. Only when Kay had collapsed sobbing, onto her knees, no longer able to hold herself upright; only then did he stop the whipping. Blood oozed from some of the welts. It had been a very severe whipping. For Mr. Lester, imposition ofdiscipline was paramount; the correction of error and reestablishing his slave on the path of his objectives for her ...

... development. His primary objective was controlling her behavior by conditioning her fundamental motivations. Perfection was never possible so failure was to be expected. But each failure was an occasion for correction and instruction; for molding her more completely as he desired her to be for him. For him, the hood and blinders - blind obedience - were the most crucial aspects of his wife's penance.

But he realized that for Kay,punishment was paramount and essential. She had faltered; had failed herself and her Master. Guilt ate at her. Short of a living god, she vested in her Master what no other could offer: the power to grant absolution. Suffering cleansed and liberated her; set the counter back to zero after her failures.

Lester suspected she did not actually know why she'd disobeyed. He believed she felt guilt about how much she craved being a slut. She needed constant reassurance of his attentiveness to demonstrate that she was still desirable to him; assurance that once she'd embraced the depravities he had cultivated in her, she hadn't become disgusting to him.

Early on she'd worn the fig leaf that the degradation and pain; being made an object, a piece of meat given to strangers to feed on: that her arousal from this treatment was something she did for her Master's pleasure. She wasHis slut. But He knew, and she knew that He knew, that what was done to her was no longer - and never really had been - solely for Him.

Yes, she was His. They both knew she'd never have ...