Another surge of electricity ran through me. I am in dire need of liberation. I screamed behind the gag and struggled under the ropes, but that only added to my misery. I lifted my butt, trying to find a way to move and create enough friction to bring orgasm, but it was pathetically useless. I sobbed and let the tears flow as the pulse stopped. The door opened and a sigh of relief swept over me. Eric finally came back to end my suffering. I know you will. He approached slowly and I let out soft sounds, begging him to make it stop. As if reading my mind, his warm hand cupped my face and I leaned against it, pressing my wet cheek against his wrist and sobbing. If I could see, I would probably be more embarrassed and proud. Instead, I simply got lost in my misery and longed to get out of it. His hand moved down my neck and chest as another surge of electricity came in. I bend over. I want to come, no – I need to. The table shook as I struggled. Eric's hand caressed the soft flesh benea
“You really are wet for a virgin.” he said, and again, my whole body was red with heat and shame. "But there's nothing wrong with that." Is he smiling? Fear pierced through me. I hope this man leaves soon and Eric comes back to release me. A long silence followed the stars, punctuated by the soft sniffles and occasional sniffles of mine as I tried to keep the sobs as quiet as possible.Finally, he said, “Sorry, sweet girl. I will leave soon and I will not harm you. I'm just curious. Perhaps, with your true master's permission, I can further explore my curiosity." I tried to focus on the fact that he said he wouldn't harm me and breathed a sigh of relief, commanding myself to calm down and stop the tears from falling.“Eric is…so infatuated with you,” he said, chuckling softly. It seemed like a joke I didn't enjoy. “Do you love him?” he suddenly asked.I didn't answer anything. I was too tired, too shocked and scared to answer.“I can always turn it back on,” he said."Is not!" I yelle
It took a long time before the door opened again and this time, I won't simply accept physical relief. Unless, of course, that physical release involves punching Eric in the stomach and forcing him to unconsciousness. I growled as I heard footsteps approaching me, silently begging the one who was under my wrath to be Eric and not an uninvited guest. A smug laugh and I know it's him. I can't help but feel deeply relieved. “How are you feeling, Pet?” At that moment I just wanted to curse him terribly, but the machine started up again, and all I could do was stop myself from screaming. Over the course of the night, the frequency of the electrical impulses gradually decreased. I wondered if it was the benevolence my mysterious guest was talking about. Even so, the intensity of the electrical pulse was very strong, and it had been going on for many hours. They bring both pleasure and pain, and the tendency to pain is increasing. When the current finally let go of me, I couldn't help but
Well,” he whispered, I'm so tired. I didn't sleep all night. Eric was silent and I was glad. I have nothing to say to him. Even so, I really wish he would stop the torture for a while and allow me to sleep - alone. I began to fall asleep while he walked around and untied the straps of my thighs and legs. It's odd to feel dreamy and fulfilled, and at the same time feel jittery and anxious about being released. His warm palm touched my ribs and my sleepiness disappeared, but my anxiety increased. “How are your ribs?” he asked with concern. “It hurts a little,” I say, so quietly I doubt he can hear. “Is it that bad?” he looks worried. I hate it when he's like this. I'd rather he be a cold-blooded bastard. At least then, I could forgive him for what he did. Instead, he showed me a rare side of his humanity. It's even worse - knowing that he knows the difference between being kind and being cruel and still chooses the lowest of the two. I shook my head. He uncuffed my wrists and I i
He made me walk—with traces of his semen on my chin and neck, naked, sobbing on shaky legs, up the cellar steps and out into the civilized landscape of the court. villa above. I hesitated on the top step when I heard the unmistakable whispers of conversation from others. Eric pressed his hand firmly against the curve of my ass and urged me to move forward, but I just backed away and tried to step down. Catching me with one hand, he delivers a powerful, decisive slap on my sensitive buttock, and I can't stop myself from screaming, then stumbling through the door. Six pairs of eyes turned to me at once. In them is a mixture of surprise and delight. A strong desire to run welled up inside of me, but my hair was brutally grabbed by Eric's hand, forcing me to kneel at his feet, where I immediately clung to his feet and hid. . “Wow, the whole day just got more interesting,” said a strange voice, with a mellow southern accent. His comment was met with resounding laughter. I was too scared
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