Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... physically gushing from her eyeballs. Then in the seconds before the next agony, she watched as they became heavy lidded, saw them lose focus; roll back in their sockets as she rode out the sharp stinging pain. Mr. Lester focused on delivering the cane precisely where he wanted it to go and then his head would snap up to drink in his wife's response. Love and compassion flowed between them but he did not relent, did not vary the force of his strokes until the full increment of ten were laid on her flesh.

Claire could also not help notice that Kay's pussy lips, which had formed a tightly sealed vertical seam when she'd first leaned back onto the cross, had begun to swell and open. She could see a sheen of wetness at the very edge of her now exposed pink slit. She looked around quickly and could see that the entire group was becoming aroused. One woman has gently stroking her mate's cock, while another was openly fingering herself. Claire could feel her own slit rapidly moistening but she refrained from touching herself, unsure if she were permitted.

Incredibly Mr. Lester did not stop. He raised the cane higher and, again without warning, laid it across his wife's bulging tit meat. Claire was shocked. She saw Kay's eyes fly open and now she emitted a deep gurgling sob. The cane had landed just high of her nipple but had caught part of one taut aureole. Again, the cane whistled and delivered its increment of agony across the bound tit flesh. Claire watched as her ...

... Mistress flexed her entire body against her bonds snorting and panting rapidly, trying to absorb the pain before the next stroke landed. But Mr. Lester did not give her time to recover. Before she could settle herself, he laid another blow, this one catching her fully on both nipples.

Claire's breasts tingled in sympathetic response to the agony of her Mistress. She felt herself wanting to rub them through her thin shirt, as though to ease the agony so evident on Kay's face. Claire thought what misery she must be enduring, the of being unable to clutch her flesh, massage their ripeness and soothe the burning she must be feeling. Kay screamed at the agony consuming her nipples, a deep gut-wrenching wail. The cross shook with the violence of her straining muscles, but she was held in place solidly by the tight ties binding her body to the rigid wooden timbers. She was powerless to do anything to ease the searing pain ripping through her vulnerable breasts.

Again, Claire could see the vicious red welts marring the smooth velvet perfection of Kay's breasts. She looked down and now it was clear that the thighs of her Mistress had grown slick with juice leaking from her pussy.Incredible she thought to herself. Claire did not really understand how it was possible but her cunt was also grown warm and liquid. This was a level of control Claire had never imagined could exist. She was growing incredibly aroused as it dawned on her that Mr. Lester would demand her submission to the same ...