Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... her clothing, limited her food intake and directed her exercise regimen.

He selected men to beat and fuck her because her needs exceeded his inclination to meet them on his own. Claire learned early on that he controlled her schedule very closely: Mrs. Lester never went anywhere without having Mr. Lester's permission. What she came to learn though, once she started living at the Lester's compound, was just how much of a slut Mrs. Lester really was! Or more accurately, how much of a slut Mr. Lester had made her become.

Soon after Claire moved in, she started to notice that men would often arrive, apparently unannounced, and be let into the house by Mrs. Lester. The first time this happened, Claire had soon heard the unmistakable sounds of Mrs. Lester being beaten: the slap of floggers and whips and Mrs. Lester's groans and screams, which turned eventually into sounds of fucking and cumming.

The second time this happened, Claire snuck to the window of the house and saw Mrs. Lester strung to the overhead hook, one leg barely touching the ground, and a man she'd never seen before buried to his nuts up her ass. Mrs. Lester's eyes were half closed, and her head was tied back from rope stands braided into her long dark hair. The man's cock was rammed up her ass. He was gripping her ass cheeks and he was using this purchase to hilt her on his cock. Clover clamps were attached to her nipples, linked with a heavy chain that swung wildly as he fucked her. Claire immediately ...

... began to rub her own hardening nipples in sympathy to the agony she knew her Mistress must be experiencing. Then she started frigging herself as she watched the brutal encounter unfold.

Mrs. Lester was letting out a constant moaning, punctuated by sharp grunts each time her lover bottomed into her chute, his heavy balls whipping up against the hairless lips of her sodden crotch. She was clearly sunk deep into the torture, drool and snot running down her chin. Claire didn't see any marks on her tits or back. Given how she was tied: arms behind her back, wrists tied to opposite elbows; legs split and her cunt completely exposed, given the crimson lines radiating from her crotch, Claire assumed her Mistress had taken the beating entirely on her split pussy and inner thighs. Again, Claire couldn't help but conjure the searing pain her Mistress must have suffered. She recalled the ragged screams that had pulled her to the window. Her cunt flooded as she realized just how intense the torture must have been.

Claire stayed at the window throughout the rest of the fuck session. The man was dark; had sturdy thighs and a broad chest covered with a fine dusting of silky black hair. Claire saw his tight belly ripple each time he thrust into Kay. Occasionally he withdrew his stiff cock from Kay's ass. Strapped to his wrist was a thin black flogger sporting just three thin leather tassles. He stood back, his thick glistening cock turgid, pointed up. He took aim with the whip, let it fly ...