Eric said nothing more. He simply pressed my forehead down there and repeatedly shoved the belt down my ass. On the first shot, I clenched my jaw and pressed my hands below my knees so I couldn't grab the belt. On the second and third shots, I squirmed as I cried and cried on the carpet. Fourth shot, and I tried to use my hands to block his belt by covering his butt. My fingers graze the swollen whips. On the fifth, sixth and seventh, he kept my hands on my belt. The eighth and ninth hits made me scream and gasp. He paused for a moment, just long enough for me to say how sorry I was, that I would obey, that I would be obedient – I promised. A few more whips and he seemed satisfied at last. He let go of my arms, but I knew better than to follow that instinct to get up. I hooked my wrists and kept them at my waist, just like he did. I hear his laughter against the background of my incoherent sobs and sniffles, and for some reason my body relaxes a little. “Very well, Kitten,” he
An hour and a half later, I'm sniffling on the edge of the tub while Celia gently combs my hair and does her best to comfort me.“I'm so sorry, Kitten,” she whispered. I sobbed even louder. She nodded obediently to reassure her. Honestly, my tears have nothing to do with her, or the fact that she waxed all of my hair so painfully, leaving only a small 'line' on my 'girl' top. . However, that pain is not easy to forget. Mostly, I cried because I couldn't shake Eric out of my thoughts. He doesn't care about me at all, and yet somehow, I'm falling in love with him again. He would never kiss me again - that's what he said - never again. I trust you. I did everything you asked in the hope that you would forgive me. His loyalty was never mine, and I was a fool to believe that I could win against him.I can't stop myself from replaying that moment over and over in my mind. Even knowing that the pain I was feeling was more emotional, I still felt pain all over my body.“Celia?” Finally, I man
He stood up and watched my panties and stockings as my skin warmed under his scrutiny. I dared not look him in the face to see if he liked what I saw. Perhaps, unsurprisingly, the panties caused a strange and overwhelming wave of desire. The bare flesh of my 'little girl' became more sensitive to the smooth and soft feel of the fabric of my underwear. Suddenly, I feel more grateful to be a woman than ever. Our longing can be hidden, while a man cannot. However, keeping my thighs from closing is also quite difficult for me.I've never worn a corset, so I wasn't prepared for this tight fit. Made of smooth leather, it sits just below my breasts and covers my entire belly. I let out a grunt as he fastened my back with a quick, powerful pull. He paused for a moment to let me calm down and breathe normally again."Can I breathe?"I nodded jerkily. “Okay, Master.”"Good. If your ribs start to hurt, tell me right away.”Another nod, “Yes, Master.”There are two strange leather bands attached
I open my eyes and stare into the gloom, not wanting to move in case Eric tries to torture me more when I'm awake. My sleep is not straight at all. My wrists were tied to a tight leather corset. It was difficult to breathe or lift my arms even an inch. I was forced to sleep on the floor – although it was covered with a blanket, it was not as comfortable as the bed.I think about the morning. After Eric had roughly used my mouth, which made me both crave and lust after him, he refused to give me the relief that he still gives me now after every trial – affectionate affection. Admittedly, that hurt me. Despite the things he forced me to go through, he never made me feel cheap. Even in the beginning, when he was a more hardened bastard than this, he always tried to assuage my fears and anxieties when he was done – I'm afraid those days are over.Not since I told you I love you.Recalling that day in my head doesn't prompt me to wake up any faster, but I can't go back to sleep. Not only b
We walked like a parade. A moment of whispering voices reached the top of the stairs. Candlelight from the room below shone on the marble steps, illuminating our appearance with vivid color. The soft, warm light eased some of my tremors, along with Eric's caution for the chain that held us together. At the bottom of the stairs, Felipe greeted Eric, “It's good to have you join us, man. I saw his lovely Kitten with me too. Everyone is looking forward to meeting her.” “Felipe,” Eric greeted. I couldn't help noticing that Eric didn't sound very happy. Our eyes met over Eric's shoulder, but he didn't whisper about disobeying my orders. In fact, he even winked at me. We just shared another moment together, but my master didn't know. I blushed furiously. “I think you should know that boy is here with Mr B tonight and will be part of the show,” Felipe added in a whisper, loud enough for me to hear. The statement was somewhat mocking, as if he was making fun of Eric. I do not like it. “In
I sat back when he released his hand and our eyes met. He gives me another sad smile and then, for reasons I don't understand, Eric presses my face into Kid's lap. My butt lifts off the floor and Eric pushes the latch inside me with his pillow. Again, humiliatingly, the latch button moves. Beneath Kid's loincloth, something else moved. Eric, nervously, added, “I wonder how these two will respond to each other.” He moves his knee away from my butt, and I immediately back away, slamming my butt down. My flexed knees were extended as I lay on my back on the floor, unable to sit up due to my wrists being tied. "Well, looking at Kid's loincloth, I think he's pretty excited." Mr. B burst into laughter over the whispers of other guests. I closed my eyes, embarrassed, and waited for the pain in my nipples. The guests moved around us, and I closed my eyes even tighter, afraid to watch from this position. Suddenly, a warm, trembling hand slid up the nylon stockings right on the inside of my
Dressed in formal classical attire and respectful whispers mingled with a chuckle. Their world is very different from the world I am used to. Men with smiling faces, women covered in glittering jewelry and long, well-painted nails, trailed behind them by women in semi-naked corsets. I noticed that Kid was the only male prisoner here.“Everyone, please find a seat. We're ready to serve the first course," Felipe announced from the end of the table. Soft music began to play and more candles were lit around the room. Eric came to pick me up at the same time as Felipe came to pick up Celia.“Come on, Kitten, let's have dinner. I'm sure you're hungry." Eric moved slowly so I could crawl to the table a few feet away. He sat down at the table, keeping me kneeling on the floor beside him.The waiters, wearing extremely scant uniforms, barely covering their breasts or buttocks, put appetizers in the middle of the table, some refilling glasses, others pouring wine. .On my other side was Felipe,
My whole body was pulled up. Once again, the latch moves. A spasm ran through my 'little girl', making me gasp. My wrists were released, and I put my hand on Kid's loincloth. The blindfold is still in place. The heat on the upper half of his body spread to me. He smelled sweet, but unnatural, like someone had put some scent on him, I like Eric's smell better. I fumbled around with one hand to determine Kid's position. His knees protrude forward, his butt resting on his ankles. I ran my hand down his muscular arms and noticed that his wrists were tied behind his back. My fingers traced over his chest and then unhooked the clips from his nipples, tossing them away. Kid's exhalation moistens my face. So this is what I should do? Shows?!? I was scared to the extreme. I've only been through this twice, and only with Eric. Can't believe you'll let me do that - force me to. I can feel my lips trembling. I could feel the tears welling up in my throat, but then I thought about Eric and the