“Green, Ma- uh, Michael.” She’d almost called him Master Michael before remembering he’d told her not to call him that. It felt weird not to do so, but she didn’t want to miss out on her reward for something so small.
“Good girl, beautiful,” he said, right before she heard the whoosh of air which signaled an imminentblow.
THWAP!
Ellie cried out as the leather seared a stripe across her ass, her body jerking slightly and causing her nipples to protest as the clamps tugged at them. Painful warmth spread like a wave through her body, from the three points of pain through her torso and limbs, making her feel almost woozy.
TWHAP!
The leather hit just below the first stripe, wielded with the kind of precision that madea masochist’s dreams come true. A stinging burn that bit deep, thudding against her skin and sinking into her body.
THWAP!
The third blow landed on the undercurve of her ass, making her cry out as the leather snapped against more sensitive skin.The bite was harder, sharper, the fiery painhotter, surging through her and causing another kind of heat to flare; Michael and the strap was like a blacksmith with his bellows, and she was the forge in which he’d create his masterpiece of agonized ecstasy. The flesh of her ass jiggled as she clenched around the plug inside of her, breathlessly shuddering. If she could have moved to press her legs together, she would have, but even trying would involve the clamps practically tearing off her nipples.The tender buds were already going to be sore for days.
There was movement behind her, and then Michael’s hand rubbed roughly over the newly sensitized skin of her ass. Ellie hissed, her hands tightening around the bars she was clinging to, as the sensation swept through her, already knowing it wasn’t enough. She wanted more of the leather.
“More please, Michael,” she said, letting her need fill her voice. She needed more pain, she needed the pleasure whichwould follow. She needed him.
“Let’s play a game, pretty girl,” he said, almost conversationally. “I’m going to ask you questions, and for every answer you give me, you get a taste of the leather.”
Even in her pleasure-dazed, pain-needy state, Ellie hesitated. “What kind of questions?”
“All kinds,” Michael said, his fingers squeezing her ass cheek tightly, kneading the soft flesh and reminding her how good the pain felt. “For instance, do you prefer dildos or vibrators?”
“I don’t really have a preference,” she admitted. “I like both for different reasons.” It wasn’t the answer he was looking for but…
He stepped away.
THWAP!
She shuddered, groaning with pained-pleasure as fire licked across her skin, almost exactly where the very first stroke had landed. Okay, this wasn’t so bad.
“Is there a room here at the club you’ve never used?”
That was an easy one. “Arabian Nights and the Movie Rooms.”
Arabian Nights was too much of a romantic room, she’d avoided it on principle. Overall, she was more comfortable down in the Dungeon anyway, although she’d played upstairs in the Office, School Room, and Locker Room. Exhibitionism wasn’t really her kink, and she could be a voyeur anywhere, so she’d never been interested in being taped or watching the live feed.
THWAP!
The leather burned and Ellie shuddered as her pain and pleasure mixed into a smooth blend, filling her from head to toe with sensation. Tears sparked in her eyes as the burning grew, the heat of her skin climbing higher.
The questions continued, as did the stripes of leather turning her ass a darker and darker red. He wanted to know what her favorite room in Stronghold was (the Interrogation Room), what her favorite non-impact toy was (clamps… although she almost admitted it was specifically the plug currently inside of her), if she preferred the St. Andrew’s Cross or a spanking bench (the cross), and questions along those lines. Every three or four answers, he would step forward and slide his fingers between her legs from behind, either stroking her pussy or tugging and twirling the plug, exciting her arousal even further.
Then, slowly, the questions changed. She barely even noticed, she was so caught up in the way her pussy was quivering needily, the searing heat and deeper ache of her buttocks, and the tears sliding down her cheeks to drip onto her breasts.
“Have you played outside of the club before?”
“A couple of times.”
THWAP!
“When was the last time?”
“Years ago.”
THWAP!
