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Mira groaned inwardly. She had asked him, no, she Mira groaned inwardly. She had asked him, no, she had begged him, not to make her do this. She absolutely hated doing it. The few times she had tried it had triggered in her a horrible reaction. Just two minutes of attempting it had seemingly caused her to regress to a childlike state. She had cried and been unable to make eye contact with her partner and had eventually had to lock herself in the bathroom to regain her composure. The reaction had scared her terribly and she had vowed never to experience it again.
When she had told Sir about this reaction, he had been very curious, asking her for every detail about the attempt and pressing her for exactly how each step made her feel. After she had finished, he matter-of-factly said, “I bet your daddy was fucking your mouth when you were a little kid, slut.”
She had fought the urge to hang up on him. “No he didn’t, Sir. It’s just not an activity I really enjoy, and I would like to keep it as one of my limits.”
He had laughed a little and quickly changed the subject. Now, she couldn’t believe that he would make her do this. She had known he was cruel, but had no idea that he would force her to do something that he knew caused her a ton of emotional distress.
She still had the blindfold on as she knelt at his feet. She was hesitating. What she wanted to do was to tell him off, to protest, to stand up and walk away.
“Did you hear me? Get to work.” His voice, again cold and emotionless.
Mira was crying hard now. She hoped he didn’t notice. “I…I thought we said this was…”
He interrupted her. “Either start sucking my cock or get out of my way so I can leave. Those are the two choices you have, and neither one requires you to open up your big fucking whore mouth.”
She believed him. Quickly, trying hard to keep her composure, she lowered her face to his body and struggled to get his flaccid cock in her mouth without using her hands. She lolled her head around, trying to suck the head into her mouth. He pulled her head back and slapped her hard again.
“No teeth whore. If you use those teeth on me, I’ll knock them out, and then I’ll leave.”
He forced her head back into his crotch. Again, she struggled to capture the dangling penis in her mouth. This time she was more successful. She began running her tongue around the head of his cock as he jammed her head closer to his balls. She could smell the musky, sweaty scent of him. Flicking her tongue against the tip of his cock, she slowly began to move her head up and down on the shaft. Tears soaked into the sleeping mask and Mira tried to block out the horrible wave of feelings and emotions that she felt coming on. Every once in a while, she would slip and let his cock slip out of her mouth. When that happened, Sir would pull her head back and slap her hard across the face. Her ears began to ring from the blows.
He moaned loudly. “You know, for someone who claims to hate this, you’re a really good cock sucker, cunt.” He grabbed both sides of her head with both hands. “Hold still. I’m going to fuck your mouth.” As an afterthought, he slapped her face again. “And watch your fucking teeth.”
Mira began choking almost immediately, but that didn’t even make him pause. He began to shove his cock down her throat. She tried to pull away but he was holding her head firmly against his cock. He began moving in and out of her mouth, gently at first and then with a faster and harder rhythm. She struggled to breathe in rhythm with his thrusts.
Suddenly, he pulled out of her mouth and stood up. He pulled her up by her hair. “Lie down on the bed and spread your legs. I’m going to whip you now.”
Still blindfolded, she stumbled over to the bed and lay down on her stomach. “No, cunt, face up,” he told her. She groaned, but turned over. She could hear him fumbling around in the room as she lay there, waiting to be whipped. “Didn’t I tell you to spread your legs? Open them as wide as you can, and keep them open if you know what’s good for you.” Reluctantly, she drew her legs apart, exposing the most sensitive part of her to the cruel man in front of her.
He reached over and plunged a finger into her pussy. He fucked her with his finger for a few seconds, leaving her moaning and thrusting her pussy up in the air, trying to meet his thrusts. “Are you ready, cunt? Are you ready to suffer for me?”
She almost orgasmed right there. “Ohhhh…yes, Sir, I’m ready. I want to suffer for you, Sir. I want to prove to you that I would do anything for you.” She moaned again and pumped her sex against his fingers.
“You’ll have plenty of chances to prove that this weekend, slut,” he said menacingly as he pulled his fingers away from her.
The first lash of his belt hit her directly across both breasts. She tried to stifle a scream but one escaped despite her best efforts. Her old Master would always start a whipping with a bit of a warm-up: tiny little swats that helped her get used to what was to come. He never whipped her hard anyway, never hard enough to leave marks. This strike, however, was no display of playful foreplay. It had nearly knocked the wind out of Mira. Her nipples throbbed and stung and she found herself crying hard.
“You stupid cow,” he said as she again heard him rummaging around the room. She thought he’d come back with some sort of first aid kit to mend her breasts, which she couldn’t see but was convinced that they were covered in cuts and bruises from the way that they felt. Instead, she felt him push some sort of rag into her mouth. She groaned through the gag. “I can’t have you making so much noise, you fucking whore. You told me you wanted this and this is what you’re getting, so you might as well get used to it.” He followed up this statement with another resounding smack with the belt across her sore tits.
Over and over again, the belt came crashing down onto Mira’s breasts. She tried to concentrate on breathing as the pain washed over her in waves. Her tits felt like they were on fire. With every strike, Mira didn’t think she could take anymore, only to be proven wrong by the next one that came raining down on her.
*WHACK*
“You stupid piece of shit.”
*WHACK*
“Here you are, naked on a motel bed, naked in front of a man you met ten minutes ago.”
*WHACK*
“Letting a man whip you on your bare fucking tits.”
*WHACK*
“You’re a worthless disgusting cunt, letting me do this to you, pig.”
*WHACK*
“I’m going to make you pay for being so fucking stupid, so fucking trashy.”
*WHACK*
“What do you mean, stop? Are you telling me what to do, cunt? Do you think I care what a stupid piece of shit like you says?”
*WHACK*
Mira tried desperately to hold still. She didn’t want to disappoint him, but this was worse than she had imagined it would be. She began thrashing around, trying to get away from the belt and the pain. He reached down and smacked her as hard as he could across her face.
“I told you to hold still. We’re just warming up here, cunt. My suggestion would be for you to relax or this isn’t going to be a pleasant weekend for you.”
No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t be still. Her legs were moving under a power that didn’t feel like her own, kicking in desperation from pain and fear. She kept trying to sit up, to twist away from his blows. He slapped her again.
“Either you stop moving and spread your fucking legs like I told you to do or I am going to stand up, walk out of here and never have any contact with you again, cunt.” He pulled the rag out of her mouth. She breathed heavily, moaning a little as she tried to catch her breath. “Do you want me to go?”
She considered this. One word from her and all this pain would stop. All she had to do was to say, “Yes, leave!” and it would all be over. She had no idea what else he had in store for her and had even less of a clue about how she would be able to endure it. She only hesitated for a few seconds before saying, “No, Sir, please don’t go.” For better or for worse, Mira was too attached to walk away from him now. She was in this for the long haul.
“Good slut.” He stuffed the rag back into her mouth. She tried to concentrate on her breathing to calm herself down. She heard him pick up the belt again, heard him bend it in his hands. “I think you’ve had enough of the belt, whore.” She practically smiled in relief. “Yes, you’ve had enough of the belt. I think it’s time for you to have a little taste of the buckle instead.”
The buckle? She didn’t have time to consider the ramifications of that word before she heard the belt again whizzing through the air. Then, the hurt she had felt in her breasts that she had thought was the apex of all pain doubled as the belt buckle crashed into her body.
Five more times she heard the belt cut through the stale air of the motel room and whack her hard on her breasts and stomach. She cursed herself for letting him stay, cursed herself for being this way, cursed herself for ever instant messaging this man in the first place. She was convinced that with every strike, her mutilated breasts must be spattering blood all over the room. When she took the blindfold off, she thought the room would look like a crime scene. Her breasts ached and her nipples stung, but somehow, using strength she didn’t know that she possessed, Mira managed to hold still through the assault with the belt buckle.
Then she heard the belt fall to the ground and felt his fingers in her cunt again, pressing urgently into her, probing and prying. She knew she was soaking wet. She could feel her juices in a puddle under her on the old disgusting motel comforter. He began pumping in and out of her with three fingers. Mira made a sound like a desperate animal as she orgasmed powerfully against his fingers, frantically humping his hand like the worthless dog that she had become.
He pulled his fingers out of her cunt and she heard him stroking his cock, hard and fast. She lay on the bed, trying to catch her breath. “You liked that, you disgusting tramp, didn’t you?” he asked as his fist traveled up and down his cock. He pulled the gag out of her mouth so she could answer.
“Yes…yes Sir. I liked it, Sir.” Her breasts ached but she couldn’t deny her body’s reaction to the torture she had endured.
She heard his breathing grow fast and with it the pace of his cock stroking increased. A few minutes later, while she still lay on the bed, trying to recover her breath, she felt his hot cum splash into her blindfolded face. He groaned loudly as he shot his load all over her. She lay still and took what he gave her. She was delighted from the very core of her being that she had made him climax.
He collapsed on the bed next to her for a few minutes to catch his breath. He didn’t say a word to her. Then, she heard him get up and turn on the water in the sink next to the bathroom. She guessed he was cleaning up. A few seconds later, she felt a prickly sensation running against her face. He was using her toothbrush to clean up his cum from her cheeks and forehead and lips. She knew better than to protest. He stuck the toothbrush in her mouth. “There you go, cum sucker. Enjoy that.”
She kept the toothbrush in her mouth as she listened to him put on his clothes and buckle the belt around his waist. “I’ll call you later tonight, cunt, and I’ll see you early tomorrow morning.” She heard the door open again and he was gone.
Still blindfolded, she had no idea what he looked like.
To be continued.
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