An open letter

lettersThe letter was unsealed. Just folded neatly and left on the table. She was surprised at first to discover that the folded paper was indeed a letter.

When she opened it, she recognized the handwriting of Marcus, immediately. She couldn’t remember when she spoke to him the last  time or if he ever wrote a letter to her.

Marcus was the kind of person, who could just claim what he wanted, a letter was so not his style.

“Dear Girl,

I know that you are gone for a long time – probably long enough as to even expect a letter like this. I know letters are dramatic and this is not intended to change your mind.

If there is one thing letters can do is hold our passions afresh – even after years. I hope these papers, are not betraying them either, for you know, you are the only one person who have felt my passion like no one else, time again and let that shatter the inner walls you preserved. It seems it was only yesterday when you walked in here, with fear and unknown in your eyes and shed your clothes for the whipping post.

Clearly, that was not enough – but every time we came closer, we redefined our boundaries – well, clearly you did surpass my expectations. You went through a lot and probably that made you soul search for a bit, which was only natural, but I didn’t see it coming. I admit that.

There has been a really long time that I touched your skin – your softness, numbness and curves – but believe me when I say that I remember all of it. How you responded to my touch, how you shivered from it, how you wanted more from it. Having you in my dungeon was one of the best things to do.

Here we are, after years from when we started, more clueless than ever, but if anything, I know in my heart, that like polestar, I missed your presence. If you were trembling now, I would quiet you with a hug. If you are shivering, I am leaving you a gift I preserved so long. Know in your heart that I still consider you special.

Whether we have taken two roads that will only go further, or you can see them meet at some point is something I would let you decide yourself.

Love,

Marcus”

There was something else next to the letter. A Christmas gift – to be used or not, that was a question that waved her mind.

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Marcus Gets Creative……and Cruel Pt. 2

Marcus led me back to his dungeon room.  He paused, smiling then leaned in, kissing me deeply.  I kissed him back, groaning deeply.  I then felt his fingers between my legs, rubbing gently.  I spread my legs, allowing him to feel how wet I was already.  He pulled back, whispering softly.  “I have missed you.  But tonight….I am going to make you hurt……and you will beg for more…….”

I nodded, falling into his gaze, feeling submissive, falling into that headspace.  He guided me toward a wooden pony.  It was not new but had some….adjustments.  Before the top had been rounded a bit with wider sides.  Now the top was sharper and the sides steeper.  Harder to hold one up off of it.  Plus it seemed…..taller.  I wasn’t sure my feet would be able to reach the ground.

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Marcus Gets Creative……and Cruel Pt. 1

It had been a month or so since I had spent time with Marcus.  We had talked but nothing serious.  Just kept in touch.  I think we both felt a bit awkward.  But not today.  Today I wanted to see him in person, face to face.  To make sure we were ok.

I walked to his door and raised my hand to knock but just as I went to knock the door opened and a woman walked out, waving good bye to Marcus.  Marcus smiled, waving back then turned his gaze to me, surprise in his eyes.

“Hi……”

He smiled.  “Hello……”

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The Choice Pt 2

I walked back down the steps, my heels clicking softly on the floor.  Marcus looked up and smiled, extending out his arm.  “Come here…..”

I walked over to him and he had me sit on his lap.  He then slapped my thighs, signaling me to spread them wide for him, which I did.  I then gasped as he shoved three fingers into my wet center and pumped them hard and fast.  I gasped, gripping onto his suit coat tightly, gritting my teeth as he rammed me roughly with his large fingers.  I tensed up, my body tensing around him and he slid his fingers out, slapping my pussy hard.

He laughed as I cried out, my body jerking.  He then continued slapping my pussy hard again and again, the sound loud in the empty room.  Or perhaps it was just to my ears as heat and pain exploded from my very center.  “Naughty slave….you don’t cum unless allowed and I do not recall either of us giving you that permission.”

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To Dance for a Man

I would tremble if I could but I am too tired to.  I hang from the ceiling, my arms, shoulders, all sore.  How long have I been hanging here?  I don’t know.  The time has simply run together.  I feel sweat sliding down my body, over one of the welts and even that hurt.

How had I gotten here?

Well…..my Sir had wanted me here.  Simple enough.

And now, I was with Marcus.  He had left me hanging here after a pretty severe whipping session where my torso was thoroughly whipped, including front and back, breasts and stomach, thighs front and back.  The skin had not been broken, at least I didn’t think so but it felt like my body was torn apart.

I was doing this for Sir.  Well…..enduring it.

I heard a sound behind me and turned my head, a dental gag holding my mouth open.  My mouth was sore, my tongue dry.  He had pissed into my mouth to keep it wet and then had shoved his dick down my throat, gagging me over and over and over until my eyes watered.  And he had then continued.  But now, most drool was gone, just the leftovers that slid down over my marked breasts, sliding slowly down my torso.

Marcus was behind me, his arm reaching around my hip and fingering my pussy roughly.  I groaned, squirming a bit, closing my legs around his hand to try and get mercy.  He just fingered my pussy faster, making me groan loudly, writhing in the chains, panting more, suddenly drool being found again as I groaned and squirmed.  I threw my head back as my orgasm began to get stronger and stronger.  Oh I was going to fall over the edge but it was then that he stopped.

I screamed in frustration, having had no orgasms yet and I was sure I had been here for hours, days?  Marcus laughed.

“You want to cum don’t you whore?”

I groaned, looking at him.  He laughed then patted my pussy.  I pushed my hungry pussy toward his hand and he laughed, then flat hand slapped my pussy hard but not hard enough.  I groaned, closing my eyes, shuddering but could not get my needed orgasm.

I heard something rolling across the floor behind me and then I turned, seeing what appeared to be a large dog house rolled up beside me.  The top was easily 3 feet across at the bottom that peaked at the top with a slender curved ledge.  I glanced over, curious.  He then  moved over to me, wrapping an arm around my leg and lifted it, pushing the doghouse under me, between my legs.  My legs were now spread wide to either side of the dog house.

I groaned, looking down as he began easing me down from my suspension onto the roof of the doghouse.  My muscles in my arms and shoulders groaned in relief.  I felt the peak of the roof of the doghouse pressing firmly against my pussy and clit and I looked down, moaning as Marcus took my right ankle and put a manacle around it, adding a weight.  I groaned, squirming then felt him do the same to the other, pulling my pussy down harder on the rooftop, making me moan.

He stood up then reached down between my legs, rubbing at my clit, moaning me moan and rock back and forth on the doghouse.  “Little whore…..we are going to make that pussy sore.”  He smiled then left me.

At first it was uncomfortable, the pulling on my ankles, the pressure on my pussy.

Then it was painful.  I rocked back onto my ass a bit, taking pressure off of my pussy but the peak of the house spread my ass cheeks more, putting pressure on my asshole.

Then that began painful and I rocked back forward and moaned as my sensitive clit was crushed.  I moaned, trembling and continued this dance of pain as I shifted between my ass and my pussy, each shift making the peak spread my pussy lips or ass cheeks even more until there was no further to go but against the most tender parts of my body.

Marcus came back into the room and I was sure he would take me off, would have had his fun but he sat down with a video camera and began taping my squirming.  When he came closer to me after a while of taping he reached down, showing the camera how red my pussy was.  To get a clearer view he pushed me until I rocked back onto my asshole, causing me to crying out around the gag, his fingers spreading my pussy lips to show my reddened engorged clit.  He tapped my clit and I screamed in pain and pleasure, my body trying to lift up off the roof but I couldn’t.

He then he moved around behind me, pushing me forward onto my clit and I cried out, fighting him as my clit was crushed under my body weight.  Tears formed in my eyes and I panted.  I then felt him tapping at my asshole and I groaned, my body clenching.  He laughed, watching it clench and tighten and I was sure he got that on camera.

Marcus then moved around me and zoomed in on my face, my tear filled eyes, my drooling.  He grabbed a dildo and began shoving it down my throat making me gag and squirm as he continued to film.  Soon tears were sliding down my cheeks again and he continued filming, getting each fallen tear.  But he didn’t stop.  He continued thrusting the dildo into my mouth, making me gag over and over until I was sure I would throw up.

He then stopped and zoomed in on my nipples, twisting them until I arched and screamed out in pain.  My body writhed even more on top of the doghouse and it only increased the pain between my legs.  “I am going to make you so sore between your legs an I am going to send you home so that your Sir can fuck you senseless and at that point it will be all for his pleasure and none for yours.”

I sobbed softly, drooling freely now, eyes watering, make up running.

“But not yet.  You will go home when I am ready and I have you for a little more time.”

He pulled the cane out and I struggled in the chains, crushing my clit more.  “That’s it, girl, dance for me.”  He then brought the cane down across my ass and I sang and danced.

An Appointment to Keep

I had been picked up by a taxi and would be taken home by Marcus. That is what i had been told on the phone. I was terrified. No terrified was not a strong enough word. But at the same time I was wet between the legs. My body just did not get it. Or perhaps my mind did not. Either way one was betraying the other and yet both were controlled by you. When you had called I felt compelled to come and do this, felt the need to make you happy, a desire as strong as breathing.

My hands shook as I opened the door to the taxi, climbing out into the dirt driveway of Marcus’ home. I was dropped off at the end and was made to walk up the dirt driveway to the home surrounded by 8 ft tall, well manicured shrugs. Privacy was important to Marcus. My heels suck into the dirt and I stumbled a bit as I moved up to his home. It was a well tended to ranch like home with 10 acres of land. Plenty of room for him to explore as well as maintain privacy.

The door opened and he stood there, wearing a short sleeve tshirt fitted to his form and a pair of jeans that fit him as well as his tailored slacks. He motioned me in and I walked in slowly into the room. As soon as the door shut he stopped me. “Undress completely.”

I trembled and took my suit coat off then undid the buttons on my blouse. I slid the blouse from my shoulders then unzipped my skirt, stepping out of it carefully. I folded it all and laid it beside the door on a chair then put my heels under the chair before easing my panties and bra off. He then motioned me to kneel down and crawl my way into the room. I knelt down, feeling sheer embarrassment and humiliation and began crawling. As I crawled I could feel the cold hard stone of his floor against my knees and hands. He walked slightly in front of me, having me stop in the center of a large room that appeared to be like a living room but the furniture had been moved out of the way. As I stood up at his command I saw the huge exposed beams that I guessed I was going to be secured to at some point.

Apparently that point was now. He took my left arm, spreading it out to the side and secured it with a lined leather cuff. He then did the same to my right arm. He then walked around me and leaned down, taking my left leg and spread it out to the side, securing it with a similar leather cuff to the one on my wrist. He then did the same to my right ankle, spreading my legs wide, making me rely a bit more on the restraints on my arms. I licked my lips and looked at him, watching him move to get something off of a nearby table. He then walked back and looked in my eyes. “Mouth open, tongue out.”

I look at him, wondering and open my mouth, sticking my tongue out. “Further.” I push it out further and then he puts a chopstick across the top of my tongue and another under my tongue. He then took small rubber bands and began wrapping them around each end of the chopstick rolling the rubber bands until the rubber bands were against the side of my tongue. I whimpered and my tongue wiggled, unable to get it back into my mouth. A gag of sorts. I whimpered and looked at him but he had already moved on. He put a chopstick above and below my nipple then did the same to my left nipple, making me moan and squirm as he tightened the rubber bands on it. He then moved to the other as I made sounds of protest that were simply noises.

Marcus then moved and got a smaller whip and walked over, moving it over my body, spinning it and letting the strands of it hit my naked body over and over. At first it didn’t hurt but as he continued my skin began to wake up more, which was the point of the flogger, and it began to sting more and more with each hit. Soon I was squirming and whimpering, drooling down my chin and chest as my tongue was still held out. He then focused on my ass, making me arch away from the flogger and still he continued, dragging moans and cries from my mouth as I tried to get away. He then moved around in front of me and began on my breasts.

I cried out, trying to pull back, to protect my breasts, especially my squeezed nipples. I was shaking, trying to protect them but he continued until I was panting and moaning. He continued though, until I was squirming in earnest now to get away. Then he went to work on my pussy, hitting it over and over and over, making me cry out, going up onto tip toes as much as possible. I was trying to wiggle my hips to get them away but he continued to slap and bring the flogger against my pussy, making the skin redden and sting. I cried out, eyes beginning to water and he stopped, patting my pussy.

I trembled, breathing harder then felt him move over and bring his hand down hard on my ass. I cried out,arching forward, panting in shock and pain. My skin was already awake and sensitive and he had just hit my ass hard enough to leave a hand print. He moved up closer behind me and he continued to spank my ass, leaving red hand prints on my ass until I was trying to beg him to stop, eyes watering a lot now, panting, trapped tongue wiggling out of my mouth. He then moved around in front of me and slapped the side of my breast, making me cry out. He then alternated, slapping each breast alternately. He was slapping the outsides of them, then from the insides, then from the undersides, making them bounce with each solid hit. A tear slid from my eye as I now panted.

Then he smiled and I trembled, shaking my head. He then moved his hand down and brought it up between my legs with a solid smack. I cried out, writhing in the restraints and he continued, slapping my spread pussy over and over and over, until I was crying now, tears freely sliding down my cheeks. My breasts were bright red, my ass bright red, and now my pussy bright red. I was breathing heavily and then he moved away from me again. He moved to a pulley and pulled, it pulling me up tighter, pulling me up off of my feet, stretching me wider. I groaned now, trembling, now up in the air, spread wide.

He then walked over, getting the whip. He walked over, unrolling it before me. I trembled, whimpering then he moved, bringing his arm back and brought the whip down across my stomach. My entire body tensed and bucked in the restraints, screaming. He then continued, each lash coming down, lashing my stomach, across my tits, across the front of my thighs, the back of my thighs, my ass and up my back. I screamed over and over, thrashing in the restraints as mark upon mark, welt upon welt, was put onto my body. I was now openly crying and one of the chopsticks on my nipple was barely hanging on, having been hit by the whip a few times.

Finally it stopped and I was crying openly now, drooling, covered in red lines and welts. I was sweating now and was gasping for breath. Marcus moved over holding a riding crop then slapped the chopsticks fully off of my nipples, yanking my nipples over and over until they fell off and my screams continued. He then undid my left leg and then folded my left leg up against the back of my thigh, binding it in place. He then did the same to my right leg, leaving me hanging from my arms painfully. I whimpered, squirming in the restraints and he then moved, getting a riding crop and began to crop my sensitive arm pits, making me jerk and sob in the restraints.

Once my arm pits were bright red and throbbing he lowered the chains so that I was on my knees on the floor. My arms were still pulled straight up, keeping me balanced precariously. I then felt him putting something on my foot. I didn’t see that he was putting a rubber band on each of my feet. He then pulled the rubber band up and let it go, letting it strike the bottom of my foot. I screamed out in pain as he began moving back and forth between my feet, striking the bottom of my feet over and over. My toes were curling and I was crying again. He then eased me down to the floor after easing the chains and laid me back on my folded up legs, he then spread my legs wide and put a spreader bar between them.

I then felt his fingers on either side of my pussy and then I felt his fingers spread, opening my pussy lips more. I then felt something resting against my pussy and I prayed it wasn’t what I thought. I felt the rubber band land squarely on my pussy and I screamed out, arching, writhing as much as I could, sobbing now. I then felt it again and I screamed again and came, and came hard. I was coughing and sobbing, begging wordlessly as I continued the rubber band assault on my clit. I screamed more and choked on my spit, sweating profusely now.

He left me laying alone for a bit on the floor in the uncomfortable position. I moaned, laying arched, legs held open wide, now way to rub away the ache in my feet, in my pussy. I didn’ tknow how long it had been since there were no clocks but he finally moved back, undoing my arms and flipped me over onto my aching nipples. I moaned and he put a belt around my upper arms and began tightening the belt until I was arched back tightly. He then put another belt around my elbows and wrists then bound my hair to the strap around my upper arms, forcing my head to stay up. He then slid something firmly against my clit and suddenly the buzzing began.

I screamed out again, writhing and he secured it so that it was firmly against my clit. I moaned and he left me to be tormented and forced to orgasm until I was relying on the strap to hold my head up. I was aching all over and was almost out of it when I felt the rubber bands begin again and on the bottom of my feet. I screamed out, going fully awake again. He rubber bands continued on the bottom of my feet until I was sobbing openly again.

He removed the vibrator then he began undoing my restraints. He tossed me a rain coat. “Put it on.” I got up weakly, body trembling and pulled on the raincoat. It scratched at my skin, not soothing me in any way but tormenting me more. He then kicked over heels that were higher than my normal heels, the heels would put more stress on my already strained feet. I slid them on, standing painfully. He guided me to the door, opening it and guided me to a taxi. He opened the back door and pulled the back of the coat up so that my bare ass and pussy were against the taxi’s seat.

I was mortified. He then handed me a DVD. “Give this to Paul.”

I nodded, wanting to just cover up more, still feeling very naked, even with the coat on. He kissed the top of my head.

“I do hope to see you again soon.”

He smiled then shut the door and I was on my way home, on my way back to you. I wanted to run to the house when we pulled up but I couldn’t due to the heels. I walked painfully toward the house and knocked on the locked door, well aware of the headlights on my form as I waited at the door, needing you now more than ever.

Rebirth Pt 4 – Marcus

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I walked out, wearing a short robe after having bathed again. All the men sat there, talking quietly. When I walked in though it became silent. They all looked at me and I blushed furiously. Marcus stood up, knowing it was his turn and looked at the short black silk robe over my form. He went around me slowly. He was the only other man that made me nervous when he quietly observed me. You were the first. I felt your eyes on me as I trembled slightly.

“Take the robe off…..”

I nodded, easing it from my shoulders, laying it carefully over the back of a nearby chair, standing naked before all the men, my hair once again up in a loose bun on my head to keep it out of the way. He looked me over then nodded. “Go and bring oil back. I want you to oil yourself up for us.” I blushed and nodded then turned, moving to get a bottle of baby oil. I came back and put the oil into my hands then began oiling up my breasts, making them shiny, nipples hardening then I put more oil into my hands, oiling up my arms, my stomach, my hips, between my legs, my ass, making my way slowly down to my feet. I oiled up my lower back then reached around to oil between my shoulder blades, raising my breasts up a bit, making them move and catch the light in all the right ways.

Andrew and Jeff wished they knew about oil. Damn.

He moved around me, nodding approvingly then looked at you. Little did I know you two had been speaking quietly, him getting permissions for certain things to happen.

“Outside…..”

I nodded and moved for the back door and he followed, motioning the others to follow. You were already up, having an idea of what was to come. I walked out into the evening air and shivered, nipples tightening. He motioned me to go over to a picnic table. “Up on top on your back…..” I nodded, walking across the twigs and grass then climbed onto the picnic table and lay back onto my back. He moved over, cuffing my wrist then he put my other wrist under the table and locked them together, straining my back and shoulders. Marcus then grabbed my ankle and pulled it up toward my head but out to the side, thrusting my pussy and ass up into the air.

I whimpered but he ignored it and did the same to my other leg so that my legs were bound to the end of the picnic table near my head. My ass and pussy were straight up in the air and my breathing was difficult but possible. Marcus then slid his fingers over my very exposed pussy, making my breath catch, my hips jerking. I turned my head and saw you and the other two pulling up chairs to watch. The back lights of the house were on, making the area seem to light up like an airport. He then moved over, sliding the strands of my hair between the planks on the top of the table. I saw him disappear and then I felt a firm pull on my hair and I winced.

He had bound my hair with several ties under the table so I could not move my head, even to turn it. I whimpered, closing my eyes, feeling pulled in all different directions, literally, then I saw him come back into view. “I am not going to take this slutty ass of yours until I know it is thoroughly cleaned out for me.” He patted my ass, tapping his finger on the rosebud that had been so violated already. I whimpered, my hips squirming in the air, pulling at the restraints but I wasn’t going anywhere. I wanted to see you but I couldn’t. I then saw him come back with a plug like thing attached to a hose. He began pushing the nozzle into my upturned ass, making me groan and tense as he pumped it up so it couldn’t be pushed out. He then hung a bag up on a nail coming out of the wall nearby and suddenly I felt warm water pouring into my ass.

I groaned, feeling it going into me and then the cramping almost immediately started. He reached under my legs, rubbing at my belly. “I put soap in there to make sure you are thoroughly cleaned.” I turned my eyes toward him and panted, straining as the cramping got stronger. He walked out of my sight, leaving me to focus on the growing cramps inside of me. I trembled more, sweat now breaking out on my temples as my hips squirmed in the air. I felt full and then I saw him switch the hose on the nozzle and I felt more pouring in.

I whimpered louder, now trembling as the cramps became more intense and my body felt as if it was heating up from the inside out. I was sweating profusely now and trembling, my body glistening in all sorts of ways. I then saw him suddenly and felt relief that he was going to remove the nozzle that I was trying desperately to push out of me. He stood over me on the picnic table then moved his legs, putting them down on the seat portion on either side of me, straddling above me. I then saw his fingers move down, caressing at my pussy, making my hips buck, a groan tearing from my throat.

“She is wet gentlemen….” He laughs then begins undoing his very expensive slacks, pulling his cock out. He then thrust into my pussy and I screamed out, not even able to arch as he plows into my pussy, shaking the water within me, increasing the feel of the cramping. I groaned as he slammed into me again and again, making me moan in pain. He continued ramming into me then tensed up and turned, cumming on my chest and face, making me cry out in humiliation. I felt his hot seed coating my face, neck and chest and I couldn’t turn my face away at all. I simply took it. That was all I could do.

I lay there trembling, wanting to orgasm and hadn’t. He knew it too. He climbed off the table , leaving his cock out then moved, getting a switch off of a tree. I knew he walked away but due to my head being held in place and the cum, I couldn’t see him. I then felt something hit the bottom of my foot and I screamed out in pain, my body jerking in pain. Tears welled up in my eyes and I was breathing heavily now. Then I heard a hiss and then pain and I screamed again, tears now sliding down the sides of my face. I then felt something tapping on the bottom of my unhurt foot and my toes curled and I panted. Then I felt it pull back then pain exploded in the bottom of my foot again, causing me to cry out again, jerking in the restraints.

I wanted to beg but I knew better. I then felt tapping on my left foot again and my panic rose up just as it pulled back and hit my foot again, right on the sensitive instep of my foot. I cried out, toes curling and struggled more now. He continued though, paying no attention to my cries as my marked my feet, from heel to the tip of my toes, making them red and painful. By the time he was done
I was crying openly now from the pain in my feet. He then walked over and wiggled at the nozzle in my ass. I shivered and moaned through my tears. Then he looked at me, smoothing down my hair near my sweaty face. “You are going to hold the water in until I say release. If you do not I will switch that lovely pussy of yours. Do you understand?”

I tried to nod but felt the pull on my hair so I spoke softly. “Yes Sir.”

He nodded, smiling then leaned down and pulled the nozzle out after deflating it and then he caressed my up turned my ass. “Hold it girl……hold it……” I panted, breathing hard, clenching my ass tightly. Marcus walked over and leaned in, whispering into my ear, “You are going to shoot that water out of your ass and every man here will be watching this….watching cum shoot out of your ass along with your shit. You are going to empty your bowels in front of them all and they will all see it.” I whimpered, tears sliding from my eyes and then he nodded. “Now….release it….”

I cried, trembling, holding the cramping enema in my ass then he reached up, pinching my nipples twisting them hard, making me scream out as a stream of dirty, cum and shit filled water shot out of my ass like a geyser. My body writhed as much as it could as the water emptied from my system. I panted as it finally began to just spurt then stop. Marcus laughed then nodded. “Good girl.” He then moved out of my sight and suddenly ice cold water was being shot right onto my exposed pussy and ass. I cried out in pain and surprise, writhing around and shivering as he sprayed me down. I then felt the water spraying me in the chest and face, making me cough and gasp as I tried to move out of the way. But there was no moving away from the punishing water as I coughed and gasped then I felt the hose pushed to my pussy and water flooded my pussy, making me cry out as I shivered and gasped.

Marcus then reached down with his free hand and squeezed my pussy painfully, making now warm water gush back out of my pussy. I trembled, now dripping wet. “Now to dry you off darling girl.” I heard it before I felt it then screamed out as the switch came down across my upturned ass. I sobbed, yanking at the restraints and he began reddening my bottom over and over with the switch. I was soon sobbing again. He took the switch and moved from my bottom and then across the back of my thighs. He moved from my thighs down to my calves then to my feet again. I screamed and moaned with each hit, thrashing in the restraints but there was no getting away. He then switched his way back up my leg and then began making his way down my leg, leaving red lines along my legs, down my calves and then to my feet again, making me scream out and now, tears freely flowing again.

He then began switching his way back up my legs to my bottom before tapping the switch against my asshole, making me sob and beg. “No please…..please no…..” I felt the switch leave and then it came down on my asshole, causing me to scream out in pain, going rigid in the restraints. I then felt his fingers spreading my pussy lips and I begged more. “No please no….Sir please don’t let him!!! PLEASE!!!!” I then felt the switch hit my clit and I screamed out, going rigid again and orgasmed hard, almost passing out.

I felt the restraints being eased from my arms and legs but was unable to move much. Marcus sat me up, giving me water to sip then took my hand. “Come…..” I put my foot down and whimper, pulling my foot back up. He pats my marked bottom. “Walk…..” I whimper and walk, my feet hurting badly with each step. Fresh tears slid down face and I glanced over at you, seeing you were watching intently. I moved back into the house and then you guided me over to a set of chains and hands me bound, my hands above my head. I whimpered as I tried to get a better way to stand on my feet but the entire bottom of my feet hurt. I looked at you, pleading as you sat back down. Andrew and Jeff were silent from fascination or shock but both were sporting tents in their pants.

I trembled, shaking in the chains but not from being cold. I then heard him speaking softly to you and you nodded. I then hear Marcus walk away and he eases his shirt off, now in an undershirt and his slacks. I turn slightly to see him then whimper, seeing the bull whip in his hands. He then walks to me and puts the handle of the gag in my mouth, forcing me to hold it and know what is coming. I began crying before the whip had even kissed my skin. He moved over and got a dildo and put it onto a pole. He then walked over, pushing the dildo up into my pussy then strapped the pole to my leg so that if I moved my leg it moved the dildo in and out of my pussy. As he was down there he spread my pussy lips and leaned in, licking at my clit, making my hips jerk in need.

He got me soaked again, to the edge of cumming then stopped, making me whimper in need, almost sobbing in frustration. He then stood up and took the whip from between my teeth gently. His hand moved down the side of my face gently then he stepped back and moved around slightly behind me and to the side. I then heard it hit the floor then I felt it slap my back. I screamed out in pain, jerking in the restraints and the dildo thrust into me, making me grunt. He continued to hit my back and ass with the whip, making me scream out each time, thrashing in the restraints, the dildo getting more and more slick looking as it thrust in and out of me with each leg movement. I groaned then shuddered then you moved over, pushing me, causing me to swing and spin in the air and you began laying into me with the whip again, some hits coming across my hip, some across my stomach, my breasts, my ass. I screamed out, my voice becoming more hoarse. I panted and writhed, then arched, cumming hard, screaming out in pleasure.

He didn’t stop though as I orgasmed. He continued whipping my body then stopped my spinning and focused on each tit individually, putting slashes across each breast and I continued thrashing, screaming out in pain until I could no longer scream. He then stepped back, covered in sweat himself. My back was marked, my ass, my hips, stomach, breasts, thighs. All marked on top of the marks from the switch. I hung limply in the chains, the dildo buried deeply in my pussy. I moved over behind me, his body against the back of my body painful. I then felt him parting my ass cheeks and then sliding into my ass.

I moaned as he gripped my marked hips and whimpered as he began thrusting in and out of my ass. He grabbed the leg that was not attached to teh dildo and pulled it up, spreading me for both himself as well as the group that was silently but attentively watching. I felt him thrusting and groaned as he plowed into me hard. “Move your leg and fuck yourself.” I groaned and moved my leg as he continued thrusting into my ass, so that I was stuffed. He pawed at my tits, dragging his manicured nails over the welts on my tits. He continued thrusting then he shoved his cock deeply in me and came hard.

I groaned, closing my eyes and he patted my pussy as he slid out of me. I trembled now, head hanging, breathing hard. I was marked head to toe, light marks all over, deep biting welts on my thighs, torso, breasts, ass and back. He fixed his pants then grabbed his suit coat and shirt. He moved over to you and extended his hand. “You have done well with her. If you ever need anything….call me.” He grins. This was thoroughly enjoyable.” He turned, looking at the two other men. “Let’s go….evening is over.”

Both men got up and shook hands with you then walked past me, looking me over hanging there, trembling. They left and then it was just you and I. You took the pole from my leg, easing the dildo out of my well used pussy. You let me go and for a moment I thought I was going to be able to rest. But it wasn’t to be. You pulled me up and shoved your cock into my mouth, thrusting in and out hard, obviously so turned on. I gagged on your cock but tried to relax as you continued to fuck my mouth until you came hard. You then flipped me over onto my hands and knees and took me that way, your nails clawing down my back, making me cry out weakly.

You came again almost immediately and I knew I had pleased you. All the pain, all the discomfort was worth it for you were pleased. You carried me to our room when you were done then took me again roughly on the bed but this time face up. You clawed and scratched at the marks on my tits and I came hard, arching. You then came too, filling me once again with your cum. After our breathing had returned to normal you then picked me up gently and carried me to our bathroom. You ran a warm bath and soon I was in the bath, resting back against your body, trembling from time to time but safe and content in your arms.