A Time for Love, Sex, Bondage and Torture

Chapter One

I swung my leather whip sharply through the air. As the crack of its tip reverberated through the air, the nude woman bound so helplessly in the center of my dungeon shook and let out a gasp of terror. I approached her slowly, letting her hear the sound of my heels on the floor as I did so. She stiffened as I drew nearer, struggling against the handcuffs that restrained her arms in a wide 'V' above her head. I could well imagine her terrified wide eyes straining behind her blindfold to make out where I was.

I stood a foot in front of her. She could hear the sound of my breathing. Her own breaths were short and rapid, and she bit her lip nervously as I admired her beauty. Her mature face was flushed red from the anxiety and anticipation, her soft double chin trembled as she swallowed. Her feminine armpits glistened with sweat, as did the rest of her upper body and torso, and I felt my manhood stiffen as I gazed at the beauty of her heaving, perspiring breasts. She held her thighs as close as her ankle restraints allowed, a desperate attempt to hide her exposed vagina.

I walked round behind her. Her hair was tied in a bun behind her head, and the back of her neck was exposed. Like the rest of her body, it too was moist with sweat. I drew closer to her, and blew air over the back of her neck and shoulders. She moaned at the sensation as her body broke into goosebumps. She shifted her footing slightly, and her shapely buttocks quivered as she did so.

I walked back in front of her, and drew closer until our faces were inches apart. Her moist lips were almost irresistible, and I loosened my belt so that I could be somewhat more comfortable.

I traced the tip of the whip over her breasts. She whimpered and stiffened immediately. I traced tantalizingly close to her areolas, and her already firm nipples stood forth even more proudly. Dark brown nipples projecting from lighter brown areolas, on lovely, tender breasts – my mind swarmed with thoughts of what was to come in the two-and-a-half days ahead of me in which she would be completely under my control.

It was too early to use the whip on her, I thought. A nice caning would be a much better way to start the evening. I tossed the whip aside and made my way to one of the walls of the room, each one of them adorned with a collection of my favorite instruments. I picked up a cane from an assortment of around two dozen. It was about three feet long, with a leather handle and a studded tip. It was of medium weight, easy to swing, but at the same time painful to receive. I walked back towards her, swishing the cane through the air as I did so. She stood still, listening intently to the sound. Judging from her body language, she was still trying to understand what I had in my hand. I chuckled inside. She was about to find out very soon.

I massaged the underside of her breasts with the cane, and she immediately moaned in frustration. She now knew exactly what it was, and she didn't seem too happy at the thought of what would invariably follow. I tapped the cane gently about two inches below her left nipple. Gentle taps, just to build up her anticipation. From time to time, I would stop with the cane pressed to her breast, and then as soon as I would quickly draw it away from her, she would jump and stiffen, expecting a sharp blow to follow. After I had teased her mind and body like this for a minute or two, I was sure that she had no idea when the real strokes would come, only that they would most probably land below her left areola. I pressed the cane one final time to her left breast, then pulled away, and brought it down with a sharp blow...but on the underside of her other breast.

She shrieked and shuddered at the unexpected blow, and then let out a feminine scream as the pain from the cane stroke pulsated through her bosom. It was a pretty firm first stroke, and I could see a thin red streak forming where the cane had struck her.

I traced her cleavage and tapped the cane above her areolas this time. Her breathing was more rapid than ever. I knew that she must be cursing the blindfold that prevented her from seeing my facial expression for clues as to what I might do next. I had just tricked her body and mind with the first stroke, should she trust me now and believe that where I tapped would be where I struck? And if she chose to be skeptical, how was she to prepare her body for the next stroke? This erotic confusion was exactly what I had intended to create. It heightened her sensitivity and the spontaneity and depth of her responses, and increased my pleasure manifold.

I held the cane in the air, poised for the next stroke. She stood perfectly still, clueless as to which part of her helpless body was my next target. I waited a few more seconds, to her a near eternity, and then swung and brought the cane down squarely on top of her left nipple. I was myself pleased at my accuracy, and even more so as I observed the rapid sequence of events that constituted her response: her nipple briefly tucked into its areola, then re-emerged more erect than ever, her breast bounced wildly, her body jolted vigorously, and she threw her head back and screamed.

“Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!!!! Oh god!!! Aaaahhhh....” she yanked at her handcuffs in frustration.

Before she had any real chance to recover her composure, I darted forward and took her throbbing nipple between my lips, and rolled my tongue over it slowly.

“Oooooohhhh.......(gasp)......ooooohhhhh......stop, please!!....I can't....aahh....”

She gasped and moaned as she struggled to cope with the extreme sensations she was being subjected to. I looked at her vagina: it was already wet. I knew that in addition to the pain, she was getting just as much erotic pleasure out of the experience as I was.  But I didn't want her to expect too much kindness just yet, and I drew away from her to administer the next stroke. I didn't want her to think I was ignoring her other nipple, so I raised the cane above my head and brought it down nearly vertically, flicking hard across her erect teat. The sharpness of the hit made her jump on to tiptoe as she threw her head back once again.

“Ooooowwwwwww!!!! Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!! That hurts!!!”

I gave her a few more moderate strokes of the cane on her breasts and stomach. Her front side was now a mild shade of red from the caning. She breathed rapidly, and moaned as I touched her throbbing nipples with my hands. I rolled them around between my fingers, and then squeezed hard on them, pulling them out and then twisting them tightly.

“Oooooooooooohhhh!!!! Ouch!! Ouch!! Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!!!”

I released my grip, and stroked the backs of my hands against them. She moaned in satisfaction, and leaned forward as much as she could. She'd had enough for this evening, I thought. She'd just arrived, and there would be two full days to put her through her paces. But first I wanted to catch up with her, because it really had been a long time.

I undid her restraints one by one, and took her in my arms in a firm embrace. She put her arms around my neck and held me tightly, kissing my chest affectionately as she did so. I could feel her still firm nipples pushing against my ribs, her thighs were trembling slightly. I stroked her back, and patted her affectionately on her rump. Holding her at arms length, I massaged her areolar region gently with my thumb. She looked at me with her wide eyes and smiled.

“Thank you, Master.” she said, in her soft, utterly feminine voice.

“You were a good girl, Aunt Rita. You took that very well. I'm proud of you.”

She smiled, and buried her head in my chest. I kissed the top of her head. Her hair felt silky smooth.

“Come on. Let's go to bed. And you can tell me how you've been. It's been a while, hasn't it?”

She nodded her head against my chest. I scooped her up in my arms and carried her to the bedroom. Two full days with my Aunt Rita, I thought. Two full days to catch up with her, show her how much I loved her, cared for her. Two full days in which to explore her body, her mind. Two full days in which to subject her to the dual extremes of pleasure...and pain.

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