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Princess
Layla
Clara
stared at her book. What she was reading
didn't matter because it was only a pastime activity. The text seemed like only empty sentences
because she was waiting for something.
In 20 minutes she would need to serve Layla, her princess. Her one and only Princess.
The Princess needs to go to bed early because she is still young and needs a
lot of sleep. Oh, how she admires
Layla’s soft skin and her pretty sweet face.
There was no doubt that she'd die for her if necessary.
The
door opened and Thomas came in. She
didn't even look at him. Clara
remembered how much she loved Thomas once.
But that was before she was summoned to be the Princess' guardian
angel. She was his once, but that has
changed. He can never understand just
how important the Princess is and thus she can never trust him again like
before, when she had nothing to lose and no one important to care about when
all was fun and easy. But the times,
they are a-changin.
Thomas
looked at her and knew what she was feeling and thinking. He had been patient for a long time. And he knew he needed to act before it was
too late...
The
times changed a bit more and Clara stood up to bath the princess and get her ready
for bed. Thomas watched her leave the
room. She didn't even glimpse at him. He
knew that tonight would be important.
Tonight Clara would have to make a decision. He knew how deep in love his wife was with
the princess but that wouldn't matter anymore if his plans would be successful.
The
minutes went by and finally Clara came back.
She had that satisfied look in her eyes and he knew that at that moment
nothing else mattered for her. She was
peaceful and that was good for him.
Thomas reached for the top of the cupboard and took the ropes. Clara knew that she had been into that these
things once but that seemed to be aeons ago and she did not want to
remember. It couldn't matter because she
had other things to care for now. But since
she was married with Thomas she thought it would be better to let him have his
fun so that no conflicts would arise.
They have done it two times since she had her new fate of serving
Princess Layla and she could take everything quite easily both times. She could also understand that Thomas was a
bit frustrated because she couldn't show enough interest anymore. Thus she undressed and then lay down on the
mattress. She couldn't know that today
would be different. No, most probably
she could have known but just didn't pay enough attention.
Thomas
came over her, grabbed her left wrist and tied it to the iron bed post. Clara felt that he was much ruder than the
last times. She tried to get her hand
out of the ropes, but she quickly stopped because she knew it was absolutely
impossible. She tried to fight back with
her right hand but that was just as pointless as trying to break the iron bed
post. Her right wrist was tied as hard
as hard as her left one. Fortunately,
she knew that Thomas was an expert at this, so she knew he wouldn’t cut off her
circulation.
His
hands: Over her breasts pinching her
nipples. Massaging her
stomach. Touching
her dry pussy. She tried not to
cramp so that it would be over soon. Now his mouth, doing the same things as his hands before. Irrelevant things. He took long; he seemed to be waiting for
something.
Then
Clara heard Princess Layla screaming.
And the princess screamed again and again. Clara panicked.
"Make
me loose, make me loose"
In
the background the princess kept on screaming.
"I
don't think that would be a good idea, honey." answered Thomas.
"Make
me loose or I'll scream even louder. Take these things off of me."
"I
can't" answered Thomas and had the gag ready. He stuffed it into her mouth.
Clara
was out of her mind. How could she let
herself be fooled so easily? What would
she do now? What if he does something
BAD to the princess? In the background
she could hear that Princess Layla stopped screaming. It would be the last thing that Clara heard
of Layla that night. A
short time later Thomas came back into the room. He saw his naked sweaty wife crying and
cramping within the ropes. He was
aroused by the sight, but he also knew that he was no rapist, no ball-less
scum.
He
said “Layla is alright, honey. She only
needed some attention and sleeps peacefully now. Don't you believe me?"
Clara
screamed against the gag.
"If
you are reasonable I'll take away that gag"
Clara
knew it was her only chance, and stopped her unheard screaming against the
gag. She mumbled something.
"I'll
take that as a yes!" Thomas took
away the gag and she quietly stared at him.
"Now listen to me, Clara. I
know how much you love Layla and how much you want to protect her. But you have to accept that she is my
daughter, too. I love her in my way just
as much as you do in your way, and would never hurt her. I would give my life to protect her, and I
will do all I can to make her happy. You
need to know that and you have to believe me if you want us to be happy together"
Clara
turned 31 last August, but like every other woman she celebrated her 29th
birthday the 3rd time. She is proud
mother of a 7 month old baby. They
called her Layla because HE chose that name and she loved it. Just like she had loved everything that was
his and every part of him: of her husband.
Her master.
Layla's father and guardian. She remembered what a bad slave she had been
the last month, how hard it must have been for him to endure her selfishness
and mistrust. And how
much he must love her to go through all this.
It
is not that she hadn't known all these things 10 minutes earlier, but his words
connected her mother-self and her old self.
Her mother-self was stronger than anything else inside her and was
overprotective. They talked about all
this before but it didn't have an impact on her; his words hadn't reached
her. But now these words took away the
fear her mother-self had, and she felt that he was good--just as good for Layla
as she was. Her mother-self was
satisfied for the first time without having total control, and she relaxed for
the first time. She relaxed into the ropes.
Then
she noticed that she had been bound for more than 20 minutes. These beautiful black
ropes. She wondered how her
wrists would look when the ropes were taken off. She smiled at him. He came closer and she tried to kick him
lightly. She knew what would
happen. He easily caught her foot and
was completely immobilized.
She
was taken by horniness. Month after endless month of unsatisfied sexual
hormones overflowed her brain. Fantasies
of being raped, abused and fucked in her ass by a company of soldiers, sold
into slavery, whipped to a bloody mess and humiliated in every imaginable way
came to her mind.
She
was a witch in the middle ages, one of the real witches and she would never
swear off of Satan no matter how many needles they ripped into her and how much
they extended the rack she was lying on.
She
was an innocent girl in world war I who was thought to be a spy in possession
of a secret code that was important for the Germans, but no matter how much
they raped her, whipped her, beat her, and pissed on her she just didn’t know
anything.
She
was a criminal tortured by sadistic police, a captured spy, drugged and shocked
with electrodes, and she was a dirty cheap street whore in
Then
she came back to the real world. Her
pussy was just as overflowing as her fantasies.
She kept on furiously struggling with her remaining leg so that Thomas
knew both legs would have to be tied tight tonight. Much tighter than the last
times. Tighter
than ever. Thomas
understood. Whenever she tried to kick
him he would just twist her leg. After he did that twice, Clara got the message
and didn't try again. Soon she was
spread-eagled and ready for use. She
complained about the uncomfortable position, but only got a ball gag soaked
with her own pussy juices as a reward.
Ironically just this made her create even more of the slimy mass.
"You
want me to abuse you any way I like?"
"Yss" she murmured into the gag.
"You
will take anything I do to you?"
"Mmm, Ess"
Now
Thomas was into it, too. He had a poker
face the whole evening, but he also knew what was on the line. The bet what his
marriage, but now he had a full house and won the whole pot...
All
his worries were far away when he lubricated the biggest butt plug they had and
shoved it into his wife’s asshole. It
went inside her like a hot knife into butter and he fixed it there with duct
tape. The good thing about this plug was
that it could send little electric shockwaves which could reduce his wife's
horniness if used intensely. He selected
a high level and left the room with "Don't move away, honey". He was still fully clothed and quite
tense. He took a piss, washed his hands
and face with cold water and drank a double whiskey. He relaxed for a time and drank a glass of
cold water. Then he removed his shirt
and boots and after a ten minutes, went back to his
woman who was still fighting between orgasm and ass pain. The break seemed to have a positive impact on
Clara because she was a little bit more down to earth again.
"You
want me to remove that plug?"
"Mmm"
"But
didn't you say you could take anything I do to you. I am a bit disappointed
with you, my little slut"
"Mmm"
"Don't
you think you need some punishment for that?"
"Mmm"
"Yeah,
I think so, too. After I remove the
plug, how about five strokes on your vagina with the crop?"
"Mmm"
"Did
you say ten strokes?"
“Mmm"
"Okay,
fifteen, and the plug stays in! That's
tough, but it is your choice. You know these strokes are no fun."
"Mmm"
"Okay. You know how it works. Don't lose count or I'll restart at
zero"
"Mmm"
He
took the crop from the shelf.
Thwack!
"OW!
Thwack!
"OOW! HTWO."
"Thwaaaaack"
"OOHOOOW!
HTREEEE…."
He
stopped for 30 seconds between each stroke and 60 seconds between each 3rd Stroke. The strokes were without holding back. He meant to
hurt his wife.
Thwack!"
"OW! HOR.
Thwack!
"OOOW! HIVE."
"Thwaaaack"
"OOW,
OOW, OOOW! IX."
The
strokes were perfectly placed. The first
of each series was on her left outer pussy. Stroke two was on the right side,
and stroke three, a bulls eye at her clitoris.
Thwack!
"OW!
EFFEN."
Thwack!
"OW!
EIGHT."
"Thwaaaack"
"AAAOOOU! HINE"
He
could see that his wife was reaching her limit, but more strokes gave him even
greater pleasure.
Thwack!
"OW!
EN."
Thwack!
"OW! HELFEN."
"Thwaaaack"
"OW, OW, OOW, OOOOW! HELF."
Tears came from her eyes again, but she loved
it and she would take anything for him.
Thwack!
“OOOW! URTEEN.”
Thwack!
“OOW! OTEEN!”
"THWAAAACCK"
"OWWW,
OOOOHOHOW, OOOOOOW, OOOOW, OOOOOOOW FTEEN!"
A
few drops of blood were running from her right pussy lip.
"Do
you think that I can remove the plug now, honey?"
"Mmm!"
"Are
you sure?"
"Mmm!"
"Yeah,
I think so, too."
He
kneeled in front of her and started to remove the duct tape slowly. Clara kept on mumbling into her ball gag
because removing duct tape from a woman’s sensitive parts also hurts pretty
much. When the tape was removed he began
to fuck her slowly with the long oval plug.
He increased the speed and used his other hand to rub her swollen
clit. Clara had no resistance anymore
and came in less than a minute, then multiple times. She revelled in her ropes and screamed
unheard screams of joy and pain into her ball gag. After five minutes, Thomas stopped rubbing
his wife’s pussy and released her overused asshole from the enduring
assault. Clara was a sweaty, soft
mess. She wouldn't have been able to
move too much even if she weren’t securely tied spreadeagled. In her sexual trance she knew that Thomas hadn't
taken his pleasure yet and wondered what else he had in store for her.
Thomas
removed her gag, cleaned her face with a washcloth, then
gave her a big glass water which she greedily drank. In that little time she
recovered, and her pussy and ass soon craved for new attention.
"I
am not nearly done with you tonight, honey."
"I
would be disappointed if you were, Sir."
"Hmm,
pretty sassy tonight, aren't we? Let's
see if I can change that!"
He
removed the ropes from her ankles, then from her wrists, and ordered her to
kneel down on the bed. She didn't
hesitate to follow.
"You
are going to be whipped again now honey, with the crop."
"Yes,
sir"
"You've
been a terrible slave the last few months, and you have to suffer more than
usual for it."
"Yes,
Sir, I am sorry. Please punish me as much as you like. Take revenge for all the things I have laid
on you."
"You
are going to get 100 strokes with the crop."
Clara
was surprised. She knew that she was a
tough-ass woman, that she loved pain. She loved to be ass-whipped
especially. She also knew that she never
backed out from a whipping, no matter how bad it was. She remembered one time when she was
especially horny and provoked him too much.
Her ass was bleeding from several small cuts afterward, and she couldn't
sit without pain for two weeks.
Fortunately she loved to sit down in pain because it reminded her of the
great time they had, and she was proud of how tough she was. The women in BDSM movies that she and her husband
watched couldn't take nearly as much as she could, not even those in the
underground movies.
But
100 strokes were 30 strokes more than she had ever taken. One part of her was still aroused when she
thought about the pain that she was about to experience, but she knew better
than to feel pleasant anticipation. She
knew it would be tough to take all this without safe-wording and she knew she
would be crying.
"Please,
Sir, may I be gagged while you whip me?
I don't want to wake Layla and I don't want the cops around."
"You
have to be quiet during the session, anyway.
If you are too weak, I can give you a ball-gag, but to earn it you will
have to take 3 extra strokes with the big whip after the 100 strokes. Do you want that?"
Clara
feared the "big whip". When
Thomas hit her with it, even medium strokes could cut her flesh and leave marks
for several days. But she had no
choice. She didn't want to scream
herself hoarse and she especially didn't want to safeword.
"Yes, sir. Please gag me and use the big whip on me as
you wish."
He
gagged her again, and she knelt down on the bed. She sunk her head onto the mattress and
placed her hands beneath her head. As a
sign that she was ready, she thrusted her ass cheeks out at him.
"You
don't have to count this time, honey.
I'll tell you from time to time where we are."
The
first strokes came, and Thomas didn't hold back. Again he made a short break between the
strokes, this time 20 seconds between each stroke. Nevertheless Clara loved these first ones on
her long-unwhipped butt, so she kept it thrusted out
at him, wiggling it provocatively.
After the 30th stroke, Clara needed to lie down on her stomach for the
first time, but soon was ready for more again, and
greedily extended her ass. 15 strokes later she needed the first short
break. Her ass was already quite pink
and had marks on it. She rolled around
on the bed and the first tears came to her eyes. After a minute she was ready again for
more.
Thomas
showed no mercy. Each of the strokes was well placed and hard. After stroke 55
Clara was fully crying, and all sexual pleasure she could get from the whipping
was gone. Her ass was a stirred and
pastel coloured version of the Star-Spangled Banner: many white stripes, many
red stripes, and blue marks. Some of the
cuts on her ass started to bleed. She
was crying and screaming continually into her gag and the world was nothing but
a deep sea of pain for her. During each
of the strokes she seriously considered safewording,
but always refused because she wanted to make her master proud. She occasionally needed a short break, but
always thrusted her ass out again only to have herself get beaten down rolling
on the bed again. She had clearly
reached her limit and the last ten strokes were nothing but hell for her. After Thomas was done with stroke 100, she
rolled from the bed and lay down to cry on the floor.
After
a short pause Thomas asked "Didn't you forget something, honey?"
Clara
looked at him without remembering what he wanted.
"The
ball gag. You still need to pay for it". And with these word
Thomas reached for the big whip that was lying on the shelf.
Clara
remembered and breathed heavily. She could barely move, but she climbed back on
the bed and presented her bleeding, bruised ass cheeks for three final,
devastating blows. After the first of
these, she needed a long break before she was able to think clearly again, and
she needed another break before she could get back into position. The second stroke was even worse, and it left
a very small permanent cut on her right ass cheek that would be visible for
anyone who looked closely. The third
stroke did not hit her butt, but went across her back from her left shoulder to
her right hip. She gasped from the
surprising pain, but was also relieved that her butt did not have to take
another one.
Thomas
came to her and removed the gag. Her
makeup was ruined from the tears, her hair was wild and sweaty, and half of her
lipstick was smeared on the mattress.
Thomas wiped away the tears from her eyes.
"Open
your mouth and suck me hard", he said
That
was by far the easiest part for of the whole night for Clara. She removed his jeans and placed his
semi-erect dick into her mouth. It
didn't take long until he ordered her to kneel down again so that he could use
her. The sucking gave her some time to
recover from the heavy whipping. Now,
after all the whipping and sucking, she couldn't wait to finally be fucked and
her pussy was warm and wet like a jungle ground after a long rain.
He
chose to take her from behind, and she made her pussy tight for him. When he grabbed her tits, she was not fully
satisfied because he held back. She
wondered why, but then she remembered that she was still breastfeeding and he
may be worried about this. But that was
not needed: her tits were grown during
her pregnancy so that they could serve two people. She placed his hands under her breasts and
let herself fall into them so that her breasts supported her weight. He quickly understood the message and started
pinching and squeezing them.
Now
Clara was in heaven. Her pussy was
aching badly, her ass was aching REALLY badly, her tits were in his hands, and
her husband’s iron cock was filling her pussy.
It didn't take long for him to cum into her, and she came with him. They both lay down on the bed, her head on
his chest. He smoked a cigarette, lying awake, thinking and watching her for
some time and they soon fell into a deep, happy sleep.
The
next morning she was awakened by her daughter who cried for attention. She quickly got up, looked if everything was
alright with the Princess, then took a quick shower and cared for Layla. When she was done with her maternal duties
she came into the kitchen. Thomas had breakfast ready. With a smile she noticed that Thomas had
placed a pillow on her chair. They ate
bread and eggs, drank coffee and gossiped.
She
went back to the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. The whip mark on her back had nearly
disappeared. Her ass was still quite red
and had several marks that she could perfectly see with in a second mirror when
she kneeled, bent, and turned her head.
She stood up again and caressed these marks. It ached when she touched them and so she
used her fingernails to make it hurt a little bit more. When she touched her clit she remembered that
this part of her got also whipped and that was it for her - she needed to
masturbate. Quick. She went into the shower and switched the
water temperature from hot to something between "Very Hot" and
"Lobster Cooking". She sat
down and rubbed herself while the hot water done a good job in satisfying her
masochistic needs, especially on her already sore pussy and ass.
Shortly
before she could cum, the shower door opened and behind the vapour an angry
Thomas appeared. He dragged her out of
the shower onto the bathroom floor.
He
looked at his hand and it was a bit red from the contact with Clara's shower
water:
"I
can't say that I am not impressed by the hotness of this water. I wonder how you take it. Anyway, that doesn't change the fact that you
are a selfish, stupid and horny bitch" he said in a humourless tone.
"You know that this pussy belongs to ME and that you have no right to use
it without MY order. You were stupid
enough to take a second shower on one morning, so I knew what you were
doing"
Clara
knew she had made a terrible mistake.
The main purpose of her pussy in their marriage was to make him happy,
not so serve her egoistic needs. She had
forgotten that during the last months.
She was sitting naked and soaking wet with red skin on the bathroom
floor and was feeling really bad for being so selfish.
"It
seems that you need to be reminded what a good slave is allowed to do and what
not" Thomas said
"Yes
Sir. i was egoistic and i am honestly sorry.
Please teach me to be a better slave for You.”
"Dry
yourself, get dressed and let me think of your punishment. Come to me in ten minutes."
Thomas
left the bathroom without another word.
Clara knew that she should better follow his orders as good as possible
and she wanted to make amends. But she
decided to get dressed differently than he expected. She applied slutty make-up, put on her
highest pair of heels, and her black lingerie. After ten minutes she went to
him wearing nothing but these and knocked on his door. When he allowed her to
enter, she knelt down and crawled in.
She closed the door and looked down on the floor waiting for him to
speak. Thomas let her wait for two
minutes in that position before he started talking to her.
"Well,
I see that you want to make good. That's
at least the right attitude. But
nevertheless you've been a bad slave, or better to say, no slave at all for
some time. You had one very good reason
and thus I can't punish you for that.
But it seems that during such a long time you have forgotten even the
most basic rules.
Today
you will go on a little shopping tour while I am at work. We need new beverages, some food and also
some other things. You will get all
these things by foot and you will wear these heels that you are wearing
now. You will take Layla in a neck pouch
and carry the purchased items with your hands.
And I decided that we need to save some money so you won't go to the little
market at the end of our street but to the big mall. I know that there are miles to walk, but as
you have enough time and stamina to sit masturbating in our shower,
this little extra tour should be just a small problem. Oh, and before I forget: the shopping list is quite long, so you will
have to walk twice.
Furthermore,
you will clean the garage, wash your car, and mow the lawn. Before you return to work you shall use the
last month of your pregnancy leave to be more productive than the other
times. When I come home, you will have
dinner ready and wait showered, kneeling and naked in front of the door. I expect all indoor activities to be done
naked, only wearing your heels. You can
keep this lingerie on, too, if you want."
Clara
didn't look up while he spoke. Then he
showed her an object.
"But
you were a good slave last night and you also seem to be a very horny one so
I'll give you a present. You will wear
this the whole day. It is a remotely
controlled electric butt-plug that I ordered on the internet. It has a nice technique. Whenever I think that you need some attention
I can send you different kinds of electric waves. But don't you dare to cum from it, or I'll
make you go naked to our neighbours, the old Watsons, with a banana in your
hand and ask them for Vaseline."
Clara
had to smile when she thought about the possible reaction of the Christian Mrs.
Watson, but wiped away that thought quickly.
“Yes,
Master.”
The
plug was placed inside her and Thomas left for work. Clara thought about her day with a lot of
anticipation and stifled her need to masturbate, even though the plug felt so
great. But Thomas would know, plus she
would need all her energy and time to do all the things on the list. While she put on her clothes and thought
about the miles she had to walk in her extra-long heels carrying tons of
drinks, the first wave of electricity shocked through her womb and filled her
with deep satisfaction...
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