Anna bit her bottom lip and screwed her eyes up in concentration as she tensed every muscle before relaxing as the leather strap bit into her round ass cheeks again. "Ten!! Thank you Master!" she exclaimed as the heat of the strike seared through her entire being, excitement and pain coursing equally through every part of her, her nipples swelling even more, becoming longer and harder still as her wet cunt flowed juices down her heated thighs.
She heard Him chuckle, knew that He was watching her body and seeing her reactions to his ministrations. She knew also that even as her body was reacting so was His. She smiled to herself as the tears oozed down her cheeks. The image of His erect cock burning into her mind, her mouth watering as she remembered how good it felt when He permitted her to suck on His erection.
Anna was 24 and at 5' 9" with long red hair was striking in her appearance. And right at this moment the red of her hair was matched by the brilliant red of the ten welts on her pure white skin. Anna flicked her tongue over her lips as she waited for the next blow to come. Her Master knew how to tease and torment, the blows coming when He was ready and not in a rhythm she could anticipate. And Anna loved that. She loved that she was owned by such a strong and dominant man, one who was more than her match intellectually and one who could overpower her without a second thought.
She thought back to just a few months ago when she had been seeking. Seeking for something to fill the emptiness she felt inside. Anna had always been "submissive" in all her relationships, always the one trying to please, yet she had always felt taken advantage of, never felt that the relationship was giving her what she needed. And none of her partners had ever matched her highly sexed nature and needs. Then she had stumbled one day into a chat room, an online meeting place for people interested and involved in BDSM, and slowly she had understood that this was where she belonged. And even more slowly she had got to know a Dom she chatted to, until she knew that she had to meet this Man. That unless she did there would always be a yearning within.
She remembered their first meeting, in a public place. How she had arranged a safe call with one of her friends and how that first meeting had lasted hours as they sat, drinking coffee and getting to know each other. How then, over the following weeks they had met time and again, before deciding that they wanted to take their relationship to the next level. There had been so many hours of conversation, discussion, agreement, before they had finally had their first play date, and how that first play date led to many more.
And now Anna was being trained. Trained to please and serve him. As his slave.
Anna's thoughts were disturbed as she heard the whistle of the leather strap as it was crashed onto her flesh just a fraction of a second before the searing heat stung her already tender ass cheeks. A scream was torn from her throat and her head flung backwards as her elbows gave out and she sunk onto her chest. Eyes widening as she realised her disobedience – albeit involuntary – she sobbed out the words "Eleven, thank you Master!" as she straightened her arms and rose back onto her hands and knees.
The silence was palpabable. Anna knew that when she was being beaten there were only two rules: firstly she was to count each stroke and thank her Master for them and secondly she was not to move unless given permission.
Anna hadn't been given permission.
She waited, her eyes screwed tightly shut as she saw her Master's face in her mind. She was ashamed. Ashamed of letting Him down in this way and ashamed that she had disappointed Him. Anna could feel her Master's presence standing over her as she knelt on the bed. She could feel His disapproval, His disappointment in her and she felt overwhelming shame.
The silence grew until Anna felt she could bear it no longer. And then she felt His hand, gently caressing her ass, softly tracing each welt in turn. Anna's blue eyes were wide as she held her breath, not wanting to move an inch, wanting to please Him in every way. She resisted the urge to press her ass toward His hand as He caressed her. She felt herself slowly melting under His tender touch, relaxing as His fingers slowly played over the raised, red welts on her round ass cheeks, felt herself disappearing so that all she knew was His touch.
His voice, low and deep, eased into her trance, "Anna.... My beautiful Anna....." She closed her eyes as she listened, "My beautiful slut..... you know I ordered you to be still, don't you My sweet cunt?"
Mutely she nodded her answer and heard His voice once more, as He started to drag His nails over the stripes on her ass causing her to wince and have to fight for control so she didn't move and cause Him more displeasure, "Anna you know I cannot permit your disobedience..."
Once more she nodded wordlessly as He continued, "So I will allow you to choose your own punishment......"
She heard Him chuckle, knew that He was watching her body and seeing her reactions to his ministrations. She knew also that even as her body was reacting so was His. She smiled to herself as the tears oozed down her cheeks. The image of His erect cock burning into her mind, her mouth watering as she remembered how good it felt when He permitted her to suck on His erection.
Anna was 24 and at 5' 9" with long red hair was striking in her appearance. And right at this moment the red of her hair was matched by the brilliant red of the ten welts on her pure white skin. Anna flicked her tongue over her lips as she waited for the next blow to come. Her Master knew how to tease and torment, the blows coming when He was ready and not in a rhythm she could anticipate. And Anna loved that. She loved that she was owned by such a strong and dominant man, one who was more than her match intellectually and one who could overpower her without a second thought.
She thought back to just a few months ago when she had been seeking. Seeking for something to fill the emptiness she felt inside. Anna had always been "submissive" in all her relationships, always the one trying to please, yet she had always felt taken advantage of, never felt that the relationship was giving her what she needed. And none of her partners had ever matched her highly sexed nature and needs. Then she had stumbled one day into a chat room, an online meeting place for people interested and involved in BDSM, and slowly she had understood that this was where she belonged. And even more slowly she had got to know a Dom she chatted to, until she knew that she had to meet this Man. That unless she did there would always be a yearning within.
She remembered their first meeting, in a public place. How she had arranged a safe call with one of her friends and how that first meeting had lasted hours as they sat, drinking coffee and getting to know each other. How then, over the following weeks they had met time and again, before deciding that they wanted to take their relationship to the next level. There had been so many hours of conversation, discussion, agreement, before they had finally had their first play date, and how that first play date led to many more.
And now Anna was being trained. Trained to please and serve him. As his slave.
Anna's thoughts were disturbed as she heard the whistle of the leather strap as it was crashed onto her flesh just a fraction of a second before the searing heat stung her already tender ass cheeks. A scream was torn from her throat and her head flung backwards as her elbows gave out and she sunk onto her chest. Eyes widening as she realised her disobedience – albeit involuntary – she sobbed out the words "Eleven, thank you Master!" as she straightened her arms and rose back onto her hands and knees.
The silence was palpabable. Anna knew that when she was being beaten there were only two rules: firstly she was to count each stroke and thank her Master for them and secondly she was not to move unless given permission.
Anna hadn't been given permission.
She waited, her eyes screwed tightly shut as she saw her Master's face in her mind. She was ashamed. Ashamed of letting Him down in this way and ashamed that she had disappointed Him. Anna could feel her Master's presence standing over her as she knelt on the bed. She could feel His disapproval, His disappointment in her and she felt overwhelming shame.
The silence grew until Anna felt she could bear it no longer. And then she felt His hand, gently caressing her ass, softly tracing each welt in turn. Anna's blue eyes were wide as she held her breath, not wanting to move an inch, wanting to please Him in every way. She resisted the urge to press her ass toward His hand as He caressed her. She felt herself slowly melting under His tender touch, relaxing as His fingers slowly played over the raised, red welts on her round ass cheeks, felt herself disappearing so that all she knew was His touch.
His voice, low and deep, eased into her trance, "Anna.... My beautiful Anna....." She closed her eyes as she listened, "My beautiful slut..... you know I ordered you to be still, don't you My sweet cunt?"
Mutely she nodded her answer and heard His voice once more, as He started to drag His nails over the stripes on her ass causing her to wince and have to fight for control so she didn't move and cause Him more displeasure, "Anna you know I cannot permit your disobedience..."
Once more she nodded wordlessly as He continued, "So I will allow you to choose your own punishment......"
