The long strokes of her clit and the pressure made for an intense vibration. Like a wine glass singing under the wet pressure of a finger sliding over its rim.
Her moans matched the frequency of the wooden torture stick.
She didn’t notice but her breath was tied to it.
As it was drawn backwards she sounded like the end of an hysterical crying fit. Her breath filling her with a ragged ‘uh uhh uh uhh uh uhh uh uh uhh uh uhh uhh’
And reversing as he pushed forwards. Emptying her chest and pulling her soul to the surface ‘hhuuuuu-uuuuuu-uuuuuu-uuuuuu-uuuuuu’ … her labia channeling the stick into her clit and pulling it forwards as it traveled.
She didn’t notice her knees parting outward and her weight leaning on the hook. Only the strumming of her existence mattered.
Her eyes rolled up and her blinking erratic…. twitching. An empty stare as body was gladly forfeit to the skill of his tool.
He stutter stepped and watched her breath follow the movement of the cane.
In, out, iiiiiin, oooout, iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin, ooooooooooout, in out, in out, in out.
Her only focus on the feeling
Her mind empty of anything except sensation.
Entranced deeper than the work of any hypnotist.
Reduced to existing only to feel.
She could cum at any second if told.
Withstand the pleasure for however long he wanted her to.
It was no longer her body
It was his
She was only in it
The safest place ever… inside of him.
A long strum forward… to reach the floggers. He stole them both away from her shoulders and she didn’t notice. It wouldn’t have mattered if she had. When the cane dropped away the room was swirling and the wooden clank sounded from another plain. The center of her was still singing with the vibrations of her memory making them real.
The flogger landed on her side and wrapped around her chest, stinging her breasts and nipples. The painful sting merging into the vibration she felt all over and the next slap on its heels wrapping from the other side on her breasts again. Her eyes rolled completely up and out of view as a guttural “rrrrrrrrrrrhhhhhrhhhrhrrhh” escaped her uncontrolled. The flogging continued and carried the pleasure of the pain deeper into her with each lapping of their straps.
Left side
Right breast
Left thigh
Right breast
Ass left
Ass right
Back
Side
Back
Ass
Breast
Back
Thigh
Calf
Ass
Breast
Breast
Breast
Breast
Ass
Ass
Ass
Ass
Back
Back
Back
Thigh
Back
There was no girl
No body
Only more
More
More
Yes
yes
yes
Her body limp
Not with tire
Surrender
Giving
Floating
Red lines
Swollen
Sir’s pussy
Sir’s pussy
Sir’s pussy
Harder
Please
Pussy
Harder …”come back…
Pussy
Harder
Harder
Please …” come…. back…
Please
Harder …”come back to me…
Pussy
Harder
Please
Sir
Sir? …”come back needy girl…
She jerked
The flogger still rapping her swollen red crotch
“NNNNNAAAAAAAAAHHHH” as she was ripped back into this world
The straps lapping her folds and hole and clit
She tensed hard
Pushed past her overdue orgasm ….”Cum for me” he said
And she screamed her cum from herself at his word
Each slap of her tormented little cunt skipping back to the beginning of a new wave of pleasure tearing through her soul
Like a record jumping back over
Jumping back over
Jumping back over
Cumming
Cumming
Cumming
Cumming
Cumming
She swooned and went limp with random convulsions
Like ripples washing through her from inside
Dropping the floggers he hurried to catch her
Wrapping her up in him
“I have you… I have you now.”
She heard him from a far away place
Not within herself but everywhere in the room
In him
She felt herself say his words to her and wrap herself up with him
Her
A part of him
So safe
“Good girl. That’s my good girl” he said
But she didn’t hear it
She felt it
The room faded from her
And he freed her as she slept
And dreamt
Of him