Would You Like Ketchup With That? 11 - Sex Stories

Would You Like Ketchup With That? 11

... let her.

“Smile for me.”

I smiled and she took a picture.

“One for Amber…” she hit send. “And one for Eric. Hope you don’t mind. I invited him over. See what happens…

Shutting my eyes I tried not to think about it. Had she really? God, what was she thinking? What would happen if he actually came over? What would she let him do? And then she picked up the crop and started using it on me and I stopped thinking about Eric.

The first blow landed on my abused nipple. Not a gentle blow. The slap of leather against flesh was loud. It hurt. A lot. I let out a scream as pain exploded in my tit. She didn’t give me a chance to catch my breath and struck me again, this time the other nipple. Panicking, I fought my bonds, yanking and pulling in a vain attempt to escape.

“You’re making a mess on my bedspread,” she taunted.

I was. I could feel myself seeping out all over her bed. Embarrassed, I turned my face away, much to her amusement. She rewarded me with a blow to the side of my tit. At least it wasn’t my nipple. This time, I didn’t scream. Tears were leaking out of my eyes, though.

Her phone pinged.

“Amber says she can’t wait to get her hands on you,” she teased and then hit me again, this time the other breast. And then she held her phone up to my face. I could only imagine what I looked like. Panting softly, cheeks wet with tears. Eyes full of pain and lust.

She hit send again. And then added a red patch on the inside of my upper arm…

By the time the ...

... phone pinged again, She’d left marks on my upper and lower arms. My calves. Inner thighs. Bottom of my feet… those were the worst. I began to sob openly after. Not that it stopped her. My stomach came next. Then… my pussy. That stung enough to make me scream again. The first time. Not just one blow. Two. Then three… I started to beg in earnest.

“No, please, no more,” I sobbed.

“If I stop, you go into the cage, Jenny. Be my little doggie.”

“I don’t care. Please stop.”

She stopped. And she was… tender. Uncuffing me. Massaging my sore muscles. Soothing the marks she’d made with the crop. Kissing my pussy sweetly which felt… nice. Really, really nice.

And then, she helped me into the cage. It was obviously designed for human bondage. It was rectangular and the bars were chrome. At one end was a door with circles in the bars on either side. And leather cuffs. In the middle of the door was a smaller door. At the back was another set of larger cuffs. A pair of straps dangled from the bars on top. It didn’t take much imagination to figure it out.

The strange thing was, I probably could have just stopped. Told her enough. That I wanted to go home. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. She was right. On some level, I wanted this. Ineeded this. Violet had awoken something inside that I hungered for.

She had me back in until my ass pressed up against the back bars and my feet and calves stuck out between the bars. Then she simply closed the door and locked me in.

Neither of ...