© Masters pet January 2001 |
A hush had settled on the room, His breathing was ragged as He
stood back and looked down upon the girl that lay spread eagled before
Him. His voice a soft low growl, “You know what you did wrong girl?”
Her eyes large dark pools gazed up at Him, her head nodding softly, the
gag secured in her mouth.
Undoing her bonds, pulling out the gag, He ordered her to roll over
onto her stomach, telling her to bury her face into the soft covers of
their bed. “ Lift that sweet ass to Me” He ordered her. Her instincts
to obey Him, never questioning Him. Wriggling her body to a seductive
kneel, the picture she made, open to Him. His heart raced with pure animal
lust as He watched. Soft white flesh, untouched, a virgin landscape in
which to paint His passion upon.
He stroked one hand up along her inner thigh, watching her squirm,
feeling her body tense. He touched her dampness with the tip of the riding
crop He held firmly in His grasp. A light tap, not hard, yet the effect
that it had on her was electric. He watched as her body flushed, tensed,
arched towards His touch, yet pulled away from the crop. Knowing, a deep
inner knowing that this was the
swept over her being.
His hand smoothed over her soft flesh, probing, seeking the perfect
spot to place the kiss of leather against her. He felt her struggle to be
still, hard fingers rubbing so gently, caressing the skin. “Don’t look
now will you little one” He told her, “just close your eyes and feel
this.” He warned her, “lift your head off that bed and I stop”. A
slight chuckle in His low voice, “Understood pet” The challenge now
Tapping again at her swollen lips, then nothing. She could hear Him
behind her, breathing. The soft rustle of clothes. That was all. Suddenly,
‘crack’ the riding crop lashed out at her tender ass. Immediate
reaction from her was to lift her head as she gasped with the slight pain.
Registering in her brain that is what He wanted, she bit down, buried her
She could hear the tick of the clock, and she began to count off
the seconds, one… two….three…. she wondered if He was disappointed
with her, the silence was deafening. Again, like a bolt from the blue
“crack” hard leather against her soft flesh. The warmth rising through
her body. The clock ticked on….so she focused again on its monotonous
ticking… one… two…three…. four… five…. “Oh god” she
thought, “When”, her body crying for His touch.
She felt the air move around her, sensed the strike before it hit
home. Yet the sharpness of the crop caused her to whimper with pain. His
hand then, caressing, rubbing, massaging the three rising red marks that
now decorated her ass. She felt her juices running ashamedly down her
inner thigh. Then nothing.
“what if He had gone?” she had not heard Him leave, dare she?? Moving
slightly. Shifting her weight, her hands making to push her body from the
bed, as she started to move “Crack” again it struck, causing her to
yelp with the pain. He rubbed the tip of the crop against her now swollen
and throbbing clit, a short sharp jerk as He hit it. Thighs widened, her
body arched, ached for His touch.
uttered a low animal growl, “Where do you think you were going?” His
hand drawing back, releasing a short hard “whack” of the crop against
her now pink ass. “Want this to stop??… is that it pet” He asked, as
again He bought down the crop against her. Her body jerking, writhing
under each kiss of His leather. Breathlessly, she moaned “no.. please
don’t stop” Fearing this exquisite torture would end, she remained
motionless. Her head buried deep into the covers. She waited.
clock ticked on, each tick now like an explosion, echoing, rolling around
her brain, her mind screamed at her “Where was He?” Her body tense,
drawn, arched, strung out like a tense piece of wire. And she waited,
anticipated, eager to have His touch.
numbing ticking, droning on, what seemed like hours to her were in fact
mere minutes, the passage of time now a slow sensual journey. The hard
sting, the lethal bite of the crop, dug into her flesh. She could hear
herself screaming, not from the pain, but from the sheer joy of no longer
waiting for His attention. Her incredible release as He expertly cropped
her, each blow taking her up, up and with that infernal ticking she
matched its rhythm as her body exploded. Muscles clenching in time with
the soft tick tick tick.
streamed down her cheeks, soaking the covers that she rested her head
upon, relentlessly He continued, His body taut, hard as He hit. Like a
macabre dance of strike, move away, strike again. Weaving in and out of
her senses, He touched, drove her on, then left her hanging. Her ass now
crimson from His blows.
stopped. Nothing. She found her nails had dug into her soft palms, her
body was singing to her, pain mixed erotically with pleasure pulsing
through her veins. Daring to move, inching her head to one side, she
turned, her eyes meeting His as He sat, staring at her. His face set in a
look satanic pleasure.
her lips would be parched He pushed an ice cube into her mouth. Watching
as her eyes closed with the pleasure as the cool liquid trickled down her
throat. His fingers cool, rubbed over her spine, laying against the hollow
of her spine. Stroking lower, lightly touching her glowing cheeks. The
soft gentle touch of a lover as He massaged, soothed, eased her pain. “
such a good good little pet” He murmured against her ear. Pulling her
into the safe haven of His arms, cradling her body next to His. Again He
asked her “ What did you do wrong girl? that made Me have to push you
so.” Her lips curled into a
soft smile, as she lay her head against His chest, “ Nothing” came the
husky reply, “ Nothing at all”