The wood was smooth and still warm from the sander as I admired my work. It had come together rather well I thought to myself. The edges of the board sanded away to form a perfect crescent that stood just tall enough. There was no wiggle room, no gap. Kneeling brought her weight down onto the wood, settling it deep into her slit. The only relief the rope harness that encircled her breasts, snugly wrapped her shoulders, and twisted around the cuffs securing her arms behind her head before being tied off to the rafters high above.
It was a wonderful sight. Harness and position made her throw out her chest. Proudly displaying herself as she reveled in my hungry attention. Both of us enjoying the play of the sun across her skin, how the breeze drifting in from the open doors licked at her glistening excitement. Trapped, vulnerable, completely exposed to anything lurking in the shadowed woods yet for her it was unfettered freedom. Being able to fully indulge in those desires normally kept under wrap, to enjoy the darker pleasures, and express herself...loudly.
The first moan came as the leather cords caressed their way down her back. Slowly dragging themselves over her shoulder as I circled her, letting her see the whip. Kissing her skin. Exploring. Testing.
The next moan was almost disappointed. The whip barely thudding as it lifted and dropped back down across her back. Still she dutifully counted, "One"
"Two" Tickled across her belly.
"Three" Playfully smacked her butt.
"Four" Raced from thigh to armpit
"Five" Clipped a breast
And on it went. Each number accompanied by leather striking flesh. The thud giving away to a crack. My arm slowly joining my wrist as I continued to circle. Continued to admire my work. The red lines coming faster, lasting longer, creating new patterns. Each crack moving her. Flinching from one blow into the next. The tiny slack only allowing her hips to shift along the wood. Soft, warm wood sliding beneath glistening flesh. The pressure and slight friction growing in time with the whip's movements.
"Thirty" Was nearly lost in a reverent scream as I drew leather harshly across her tits.
Her hips ground on there own now. Needing the added sensation. Reveling in it. Losing herself in the count, willing it to got higher. Gasping as my hand closes around her throat. Bodily lifting her the roughly wrapped handle of the whip replaces the smooth wood as I push it through her slit. Literally floating my growl roars into her mind. One word, "Cum."
