Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... was being released in some invisible spray from the tips of each rigid digit.

"Aiiee!" It wasn't really a scream but rather, a scream Mistress was strangling in her throat, cutting it off before it became impossible to control. It seemed to Claire that if Mistress actually began to scream, she might go insane; that by strangling the scream she was finding a way to make the pain manageable. Again and again Mr. Lester took the strap upward into his wife's pussy. Claire could hear the sound of the impacts changing. They'd become sharper, less diffuse, more liquid. In shock Claire realized that Kay's cunt was opening; could see the froth of her juices being smeared across her thighs by the whip. For long minutes the whip's rhythm and target did not change.

Claire found herself anticipating each blow as though she might share some of the agony being inflicted on her Mistress. She began to imagine it was she who hung at the cross, ropes pulling her limbs immobile, her back a solid field of red strap marks. She could imagine the heat that must be shedding from the skin, arousal blotting out any pain. She thought about how intense it must feel having that strap cutting across one's ass cheeks, ripping up into her swollen, open cunt, smashing against her clit again and again. And not simply the pain but knowing that you'd permitted yourself to be hung there for your Master. That he had required this of you and you had submitted to his will because it was your nature to submit. ...

... Claire shivered at the depth of what she knew her need would compel her to do. If... no:when Mr. Lester told her to rest against the cross, Claire knew in her soul she would. Her cunt was already sodden at what she was witnessing. She wanted Mr. Lester to make her do this thing for him, to pledge obedience to his needs, with her body's suffering as the coin, the token of her sincerity.

Her Mistress was obviously beyond pain or had been transported to some place where pain was just another sensation. She was not writhing or pulling at her ties. And she no longer made any sound as the blows continue snaking between her legs. She seemed to be quietly absorbing the blows; to be at peace. Mr. Lester had said pain centered her and Claire could see this must be true. On and on it went until her Mistress began panting, moaning until suddenly she went rigid. Claire watched as her body began to jerk in rapid succession as wave after wave of fierce contractions seemed to wash through her. Claire realized that Kay was being gripped by a tremendously powerful orgasm.Oh my God, she's actually getting off on this!!! Having her clit whipped is actually making her cum!

Mr. Lester kept the strap licking at his wife's cunt through the entire release, stopping only when her weight sagged hard onto the cross, making clear she'd been spent. And then Mr. Lester stepped up and rested the whole of his body against that of his wife's. He stroked her hair and whispered something to her, soothing ...