Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... enjoy as his property, Claire and Kay's fundamental purpose was to obey Mr. Lester and submit to his will. The erotic tease was just another demonstration of pure dominance. Claire left each of her maintenance sessions feeling profoundly subservient and... centered. It was the only way she could describe the feeling. Horny, yes. Eager to gain relief, always. But beyond her native "itch" and beyond the erotic teasing he'd inflicted on her, the strength of her arousal after these sessions really derived from that feeling of being deeply centered in her role as Mr. Lester's property.

Claire had cum the first several weeks during the maintenance sessions. Because he'd probably been expecting her failure, Mr. Lester had always managed to be right there in the middle of each climax whipping her cunt and clit severely with a vicious little tawse, breaking the orgasm and causing excruciating pain. Claire recalled the agony of those broken cums and shivered. Mr. Lester had then planted her in a corner, kneeling on rice kernels, with heavy weights hanging from clover clamps attached to her nipples and inner cunt lips, just below her clit. He'd left her in that corner all three times until, crying and dripping snot out her nose, she'd begged a half hour for mercy.

After three consecutive failures, she learned to control her orgasms, even though now, preparing to lie down and vibe herself, just thinking about her punishments and abject subservience, and about the whipping she was ...

... soon to receive, she was getting horny. But no way was she going for a repeat of the punishment. She had no desire to disappoint Mr. Lester and there were far less traumatic, much more satisfying ways to be hurt as a part of getting off.

When Mr. Lester finished tying his wife to the cross, he handed Claire the little pocket vibe.

"Begin."

Claire lay down, spread her already wet lips and applied the vibe to her clit. She sighed, circling it slowly, avoiding direct contact with the rapidly swelling pink nub that was starting to stretch her labia and peek from its hood. She kept her eyes open, watching Mrs. Lester wince as the single tail slashed lines of fire across her breasts and belly. Mrs. Lester kept her eyes locked on her husband as he continued whipping her; each stroke whistling through the air to land with devastating effect on his wife's soft flesh. Her face shown with a look of mingled devotion, pleading and resignation. Claire wasn't sure if the pleading was for more pain, or less, or perhaps the thought formed in her mind:"both?" Before long, Claire saw Kay's eyes start to lose focus as the internal opioids began swamping the stinging pain. She no longer winced; just absorbed the whipping, locked in the dynamic with her husband; both of them embracing this ritual chastisement that was a foundation stone of their relationship. Each week in this fashion, Mr. Lester renewed his authority over her body and behavior.

As the whipping proceeded, Mr. and Mrs. ...