First Time S & M Whore

Without a word, his rough fingers dragged her nipples out of the corset's cups and pinched them until she moaned.

"Like that, do you, bitch? Jessica said you were into tit torture. She also told me about all your other dirty little secrets. So I guess we're gonna have us some real fun tonight. What do you say, girl?" All the while increasing the torment to her buds.

Between gasps, she hung her head and replied, "Oh yes, Master John, whatever you wish. I'm here for your pleasure."

"Good. Glad to hear it, slut. Let's get started." With that he grabbed her ponytail and led her to stand beneath the hook dangling from the ceiling chain. Snapping her leather wrist restraints together above her head, he secured them on the hook, and walked over to the wall. "Now we winch the wench," he chuckled at his own wit as he raised her up to tip toe so that even her 5 inch spikes were in the air.

With obvious familiarity, he took down the thin cat-o-nine from the wall and approached her.

"No gag bitch, at least not this first time. I want to hear you scream, cry, and beg. That just gets me more excited," Master John was in his element and she knew it.

With the whip in one hand, he used both to grasp her compressed waist and turn her partway round. She felt the cruel strands of the whip dangle against her bare thigh between corset and nylons, and shivered with dread.

Mistress had whipped her before, often, and sometimes very hard, but this was the first time Suellen would be whipped by the hand of someone else, a paying customer at that.

Closing her eyes tightly, she held her breath and resolved to stay silent. She would not cry out for this strange man. She would not beg for mercy. She would be a model slut and make both Mistress and Jessica proud.

His second strike to her blazing ass ended all that foolishness. She shrieked and bucked to the extent her toes and the overhead chain would allow. He continued to lash her from waist to heels. Her ass soon felt like it was a glowing cherry red and her thighs recorded the lash's every angry bite. The bondage position ensured that her calves burned with the strain even before being singed by the vicious whip.