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She had drifted asleep in the darkness. It was a restless dream filled sleep. They were the dreams that blur the lines between the world of dreams and reality. It was in this state of waking dreams that her captor discovered her. She thought she heard the footsteps, but her senses didn’t begin to return to her until she felt the gentle touch of a hand tracing an invisible picture on the backs of her thighs, her ass and her exposed sex. The gentleness of the touch cutting into her soul as it passed over the inflamed and hypersensitive skin.
Her pussy had become swollen and wet even before she became fully aware. The darkness confused her until she remembered the blindfold, the flogging, and the ecstasy. Her capture had only the gag before he left her. Her breathing quickened and soft moans again began to escape her lips.
“Oh god please.. please touch me..” her words in truth where just a whisper, but in the room of stone and silence they sounded like a lust filled roar.
Two fingers roamed back and forth against the outsides of her pussy.
“So close..”
“Please..”
“What are you?” The words came to her as a whisper. She could feel the breath on her ear as he spoke. It sent a shiver through her body. The fingers still traced the outline of her lips.
“Oh god there’s some one else.” The words formed in her mind like a roar of thunder but outwardly she just moaned.
“A whore sir.” She said as she fought for enough control to speak.
“Who’s whore are you?”
“Your whore sir.” Still the fingers gently traced the outline of her lips. Her words turned to a groan as a finger slid through the part of her lips stopping just short of her clit.
“What will my whore do?” Damn that voice she thought. Each word sent shivers through her. God she wanted to be a good girl, she was a good girl, but the need, the hunger, the pleasure, the pain.. God I am a whore she thought.
“Anything sir.”
“You like the pain don’t you?”
“No sir.” Oh God grant forgiveness, she did like the pain! How could she like the pain? Pain is bad. It is wrong. The lust was so wrong. The thoughts raced through head still knowing that her answer was an honest one.
Then it came again. The pain came as the floggers leather straps once again wrapped around the tender flesh of her ass. The tears streamed down her cheeks and still the fingers tormented her.
“Lying little whore!” The voice echoed through her mind as two fingers drove into her wet sex.
“You like the pain don’t you?”
“Yes. Yes I like it..”
“Ask for it!” his voice thundered in lust from her side.
The gasped for the breath to speak,” Please sir.. Please more sir.. Oh god please..”
“Such a lust filled tart.” Soft and filled with a lust of its own it was familiar. It was the voice of a woman. It was the voice of her mentor and friend. Clarisse watched her as she taken like a street whore to the dungeon. Her fingers tormented the folds of Maggie’s desperate sex.
The leather straps returned to wrap around Maggie’s back. Knowing that it was Clarisse only fueled the desires that surged through her again.
Maggie had known Clarisse from the beginning of her life at the estate. It was Clarisse who had trained her as a housemaid. She showed Maggie kindness while she suffered with the loss of her family. Clarisse was also the first one to introduce her to the pleasures of womanhood. She would climb into bed with her and curl up with her in the dark loneliness of those early nights. A few weeks after sleeping with her Clarisse began to touch her under her nightgown. She would caress her breasts. It wasn’t long before the touches became more urgent and worked their way down to Maggie’s pussy. The months that followed led to more lessons and the pleasures of receiving and giving oral sex.
Clarisse had given her pleasures and joy and peace that she hadn’t even known with her parents. She had also brought her gret pain when she had failed to learn or complete her duties. That was like home too. The difference was that Clarisse had always offered forgiven, acceptance, and even Maggie had thought love when her discipline was finished. When she became the Countess’ chambermaid she was moved to the room next to the countess, and no longer had time to spend with Clarisse.
“Clarisse Please.. please lick my pussy.. please.. please make me cum..”
Her begging turned to screams as the tender touch of her one time lover stopped and turned to agony as she slid her fingers forward and pinched her clit.
The agony turned into blinding warmth that slammed through her body making it shudder uncontrollably as the orgasm washed over her. The warmth passed into darkness as she passed out again.
When she woke again the corset has been stripped from her along with silken stockings. She was lying face up on top of the table. Her wrists were bound to Clarisse’s ankles. She felt the pressure of the blindfold as it lifted from her eyes. She blinked against the light of the torch and discovered that she was looking up Clarisse’s swollen sex. Her thighs and calf strained against the leather straps that held her calves and thighs together. Her nipples pulled against the ties that held firmly to the straps that bound her bent legs together.
Clarisse was on her knees with her ankles bound with leather straps to the wrists of her master’s new toy. Her wrists were above her head secured to a beam above her. Another leather strap filled her mouth and her nipples had been tied and stretched with a string that went from her nipples over her shoulders and down her back, They pressure pulling against the lips of her pussy forcing them apart and pushing against her clit before it attached to the straps that secured Maggie’s legs.
Maggie could hear the swish of the flogger once again.
“Clarisse has been a very naughty girl. She let you cum even though I and specifically told her that she was not to let you cum.”
Maggie watched as the straps sliced through the air and curled around Clarisse’s back. They struck again and again in the same dance that she had felt before. Each strike of the leather made her remember the blows on her own flesh. Each made her want the fire they brought to her. She could smell Clarisse’s sex and the see the juices as they began to flow down Clarisse’s thighs. Maggie wanted it. She needed it, needed to taste the essence of her first lover again. She lifted her head and extended her tongue stretching to reach the soft wet folds that hovered above her.
Each taste, each stroke of the leather, the sound of each blow combined to build the fire in her again. Her lover’s lips were just close enough to taste but to far away to please completely. If she strained her body she could drive her tongue deeper in Clarisse’s depth the strain caused her legs to pull on straps that were tied to Clarisse’s nipples.
Maggie didn’t have a way to know that the straps led to Clarisse’s nipples. She just knew that she needed to taste her. She strained even more to reach the depths that she knew would bring them both the release that they needed as Clarisse’s screams echoed through dungeon.
The leather straps continued their relentless assault moving from Clarisse’s back to her stomach to the underside of her exposed breasts before working their way down the front of her legs. They passed from Clarisse’s spasming body to Maggie’s stomach and pussy. Her body jerked against the blows and pulled her nipples as the pain drove her back to the brink of the abyss that now consumed her every thought.
The dance concluded and she laid her head back on the table. Her chest was heaving and tears streamed from her eyes. Her only thought, her only want was to plummet over the edge again to the waves of warmth that waited to envelop her.
“Anything. I’ll do anything.. Oh god sir please.. Please.. Anything. Anything..” She couldn’t stop. She needed it. She had to have it. Nothing else mattered.
He threw the flogger to the floor, and pushed down his breaches. His cock was throbbing and his body covered in sweat. His chest was heaving as moved between her legs, and without words drove his cock inside her soaked pussy.
The pain was searing and glorious all at the same time. She plunged again in the ecstasy that now consumed her existence. She road the waves of its bliss into the darkness again as her master fucked her in his own drive towards ecstasy.
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