Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... her head hanging over the far end. He was joined by some of the other men and they quickly looped her wrists and ankles in rope bindings. Her legs were kicked wide to line up with the 'horse's legs and then her wrists and ankles were secured tightly to the front legs. A final winding of rope was put around her low back cinching her to the padded center member. She tugged tentatively and, as she'd imagined had been true of her Mistress, found herself virtually immobilized. It was almost maddening. Her cunt was split wide; she could feel air cooling the juices as they leaked from her melted core. She needed something, anything, to be inside her, to finish her, but nothing touched her and she could not touch herself any longer, could generate no friction. This did not stop her from gyrating her hips though, if only to feel the tightening caused by contraction of her internal muscles. And then she heard the swish of the flogger a bare moment before it thudded across her back. She grunted in surprise, felt her ribs compress slightly from the force of the heavy leather strips landing squarely between her shoulders. The tassels slid from her body sensually, gliding down her back, draping to either side of her ribcage, then slipping over her ass cheeks, a couple of the strips just barely making contact with her asshole and the opening of her cunt. The goose flesh trailed the departing leather. She heard Mr. Lester gathering the flogger's falls, imagined them gathered into a tight ...

... bunch as he'd seen with Kay, heard the whoosh and another solid blow landed on her back. The thud produced by the collected falls landing on her was almost like being massaged. And again, the sliding of the leather strands slipping and tickling as Mr. Lester pulled them back.

Claire relaxed and simply began to wait for the next strike. Again and again the blows fell across her back. It came to a point where it was all just sensations and she was floating above them. She knew her back must be red; could sense the heat rising from her skin. She wondered if she would be bruised or sore the next day. The speed of the strokes had increased but none of it mattered. She was content to float, knowing she was powerless, knowing she had given over control to whatever Mr. Lester had planned for her.

She didn't know what was in store for her, but she knew her old life of hiding her nature, her need for control, the constant ache she felt to be used, the constant craving for sex of all kinds; that time of her life was being stripped from her as surely as her clothes had been so casually removed by her new Master. She knew she could never go back to the kind of life she'd been living the past year and a half; of being fucked - but notcontrolled. This was different than anything Ted had done but it had the same quality she'd been so hungry for since he'd left her. She knew Mr. Lester would beat her untilHe was finished. That was the point that Alton and the other's just hadn't had a grip ...