Her body was my toy; I could do with her whatever I liked. I could pull those sandy blonde pigtails as hard as I liked and listen to her beautiful moans and cries or gently run my fingers through it and enjoy the soft blush that would bloom in the apples of her cheeks and spread from there. She lay there in front of me, completely nude and I pondered all the things I could do to that body. Perhaps I could run my coarse, calloused hands against the smooth skin of her sides and find delight in the sensual curves. Or maybe I could rough up that gorgeous skin, make her kneel on the carpet and take my thick member in her mouth and when she got up with my cum dripping from her hungry mouth she would have two perfect carpet-burned kneecaps. Then I would push her back to the ground and let her body burn against the carpet as I pump into her. No, I wouldn't dare be that gentle.
"Master…please take me…," she lay there on the bed with a collar of black leather studded with metal spikes tight about her neck and nothing else.
"What did you say?" I asked as I let my voice drop into a register filled with danger and sexuality. Each word was like a drop of heated wax upon her fair skin, for I saw goose-bumps dot her arms and legs as she closed her legs trying to hide her arousal. I could smell it anyway, musky and rich.
"I want you to do me now, please Master…," she blushed a bright crimson as she realized that what she had just said would earn her a swift punishment. I sat on the edge of the bed and beckoned for her to crawl over; when she got close I quickly pushed her so she was bent over my lap. I massaged her ass with one hand as the other gripped her collar.
"You know what happens to slaves who ask for so much?" I gave her ass a quick spank and she gasped, a light red color formed in the place I had hit, "They get spanked," I spanked her harder, " and whipped," I spanked her again, " and tortured," she moaned out as I spanked her a final time. Her ass was bright red from the hits it had taken and I massaged it once more.
"Nnh..," I loved the sound of her moans, they were sweet. I loved the sound of her screams of pain and pleasure better. The smell of her wetness was even more prominent than before.
"Lie back on the bed, spread your legs…," she did as I said, blushing all the while. I opened the drawer in the bedside table and took out a couple lengths of coarse rope and tied her dainty ankles to the bed posts and pulled them tight, she gasped as she felt the rope rub against her sensitive skin, "Struggle as much as you want, it'll only burn you more," I lay between her legs and gazed upon her clean shaven pussy and licked my lips. I started with one long lick right in between her lips, and then I slowly pressed my tongue against her entrance refusing to enter her. She pushed herself down a little, forcing my tongue into her. I smirked a little and began to dart my tongue in and out. She arched her back enjoying the sensation, I stopped.
"Why…," she panted, "Why did you stop?" I grinned evilly and licked at her clit, she moaned. I bit down on her clit gently and she cried out in pleasure. I switched to and from licking to biting and she seemed to be enjoying every ounce of the attention I lavished upon her delicate parts. She began breathing unevenly; I knew she would orgasm any second, "NNH!" She arched her back, her ankles rubbed against the ropes as she wriggled at the rush of pleasure.
"Oh, you came without permission. You should know better," I smiled darkly at the prospect of getting to punish her once more. I untied her ankles and then flipped her so she lay on her stomach, and then I retied her ankles to the bedposts. She must've known what was coming for she struggled a lot, moaning as the rope burned her ankles. I drew a whip that had been holstered at my side and cracked it in the air above her back.
"No! Please don't whip me!" She begged me and I just laughed. I struck her once across the back leaving a deep red mark that didn't bleed, but looked painful anyway. I laughed at her little cry of pain, knowing that many more strokes of the whip were to hit her back. I whipped her again and again. Each time I earned a little louder cry of pain and before long I had begun to make her bleed. Her beautiful back now torn up and spilling forth rich, merlot colored blood. She was crying a little and I got a particularly wicked idea. I grabbed a bottle of Jack Daniels I kept by the bed and poured a little into her wounds, "AHH! Fuck! No…," she squirmed and cried out in pain.
"I could add some salt…," I was getting heavily turned on by her cries of pain, more than I would like to let on. I grabbed a small dish of salt I had placed on the bedside table for this encounter and I sprinkled it into her wounds and rubbed it in, I got blood all over my hands, but I didn't care. She screamed and cried and I relished the wicked feeling I derived from it all, I grabbed her face and had her lick all her salty, metallic tasting blood off of my hand, "See what you get when you disobey?" She looked so close to another orgasm, her eyes were half-lidded and in a haze. I decided to be kind to her give her what she had asked for. I untied her ankles and had her get on all fours as I undid the leather belt on my pants and slid them off. I took a moment and rubbed my member, enjoying the sensation of pleasure I got from it and I slid it into her.