Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... but the ache... Oh God! The ache of the leather whipping her cunt and ass! The fire was racing throughout her body. Her nerves were singing like a power line in a wind storm. The pulse of her agony almost drowned out the piteous mewling that leaked from between her clenched teeth. She sucked air through her teeth, grateful for the respite from the whipping but not sure she'd be able to obey her Master's order.

Jim waited patiently, enjoying the vision of Claire's profound agony, agony she craved in some dark twist of her soul, but agony she also endured because she wanted to please him. He shook his head in wonderment as he stroked the rigid pole of his cock.. He wanted her screaming, but not yet. If she lost control now, he'd never get to the end of the 15 lashes he'd promised himself. And he wanted them all whether she came or not. No, he'd give her time. Time to collect herself; let her recover enough to thank him as he'd demanded; let the ache settle in and get the endorphins pumping.

And once she thanks me - sincerely thanks me - I'm gonna make her beg me to whip her cunt the remaining ten count. And, shit, nobody's perfect. I'll surely miss a few of those. Jim smiled as he looked down on Claire, at the reddening, puffy lips of her glistening cunt, still stroking his rigid dick.

"I'm waiting slut. I want my cock down your throat, but I'm waiting to hear you say: 'Thank You Master.' But if I don't get it soon, we're going to start the count over."

Claire took ...

... a choked breath, nearly breaking into a sob. The pain was exquisite, deep and all encompassing. The searing high notes were starting to bleed off. But still present was a bass thrumming focused somewhere in the numbness that suffused her gooey cunt and her tingling ass cheeks. And the thrumming wasn't staying put. No. It pulsed out with each heart beat, radiated throughout her body. It was making her nipples hard and lusciously painful. It was making her gut clinch in pre-orgasmic spasms and her eyes had grown wide and wild. But she could think again, barely, and could speak.

"Thank you Master." It was barely a whisper, as though to open her throat any wider would unleash the agony into her throat in an unending scream.

"You know, Claire, that didn't sound very genuine. That sounded like you were just saying the words because I told you to. You begged me to give you pain, slut. I gave you pain. I laid that belt right where it would hurt most. I didn't hear any real appreciation in your voice, Claire. If it helps, I thought you took that pain very well. I mean, look at this dripping cock.." Tim rubbed a finger across the precum coating the tip of his hard dick. "Whipping your pussy is getting me very aroused, slut. Ilike hurting you like this." And it was soooo true. He didn't know why really, but whipping her cunt, inflicting the brutal pain made him hard and potent.

"I love giving pain so intense you can hardly breathe, Claire. Mmmm yes, slut. But I especially like ...