The full story of me and Mr. Davis - Sex Stories

The full story of me and Mr. Davis

... what to do. He stood quietly beside the bed and raised the whip. He quickly snapped it. The flap of leather struck my pussy dead center, and I screamed bloody murder. I had no idea the pain would be that intense. “Do it again” I croaked. He hesitated, then popped me again. “Yeeeahhhh oh my gawd… again!” He repeated it three more times in quick succession. I began squirming and cursing as the pain hit my brain. The pleasure signals boiled out of my cunt. It was on fire with sensations. “Again, please! I begged, don’t stop.”

Mr. Davis knew what I wanted. He beat my pussy with that whip more than a dozen times. Then he moved back up to my breasts and beat them until they were bright red. As he whipped my breasts, he pulled the chains connected to the nipple clamps to tease me even more. Then he gave me a dozen more smacks against my glowing, swollen cunt. Just as the last of the smacks hit my pussy, I had an uncontrollable climax that I thought would rip my organs from my torso. I screamed as my body fought my bindings. My orgasm was triggered by my pain receptors flooding my brain, where they twisted into pleasure signals. I was forced over the cliff of pain and fell into the valley of pleasure. I fought to catch my breath and verbally waved off any further whip strikes. Mr. Davis, ever the gentleman, tossed the whip away and buried his face in my tortured cunt to comfort it with his tongue. I am not sure I could take that intense level of orgasm very often, but it ...

... certainly was an incredible experience. Thank you for everything, Mr. Davis.

Chapter 7 - following the pain

The next morning, after that incredible evening of pleasure and pain that Mr. Davis “inflicted” on me, I slept very late. I woke and my arms were tired and sore from pulling against the ropes that bound me to the bed. I had light rope burns on my wrists and ankles. I looked at them, smiled, and got a warm feeling between my legs. But as soon as that warm feeling hit my cooch, the pain and throbbing suddenly hit me. My poor little abused cunt was going to be sore today from the whippings. But it felt wonderfully sore. Every step reminded me of the pain and pleasure that Mr. Davis gave me. He was my darling abuser.

He had gotten up early and made coffee. I could smell its aroma drifting into the bedroom from the kitchen. I noticed that Mr. Davis had left a mug of it for me on the nightstand. I could crawl back under the covers and drink my coffee. How nice. How luxurious.

After I finished my coffee, I showered and examined myself in the mirror. My nipples were still sore and a bit red, and my entire crotch had a reddish hue color streaked with blue bruises. Wow, the bondage and torture lifestyle was gonna be a bit rough on me. I will need to toughen up. I found some skin lotion to apply to my breasts and crotch. As I applied the lotion, my nipples rebelled at being touched. They were more tender than I first realized. Mr. Davis will not be playing with them tonight. I ...