WHACK!

The whip came down with lightning speed, a smashing blow to the nude slave backside, making it bright red, and causing its recipient extreme discomfort.

‘Owwwwwww! Mistress, please, I beg you...please stop! Please don’t hurt me anymore!’

‘Shut up!’, Goddess Sondra shot back cruelly. ‘Shut the fuck up right now, goddamnit, or I’ll tear the skin right off your sorry ass!’ She brought the whip down again and again, each blow a stinging assault on the defenseless male. Were it not for the wrist and ankle cuffs which held him securely to the post in her dungeon, he would have run away long ago, naked or not.

Pleadingly, tearfully, he turned his reddened face over his shoulder, catching a glimpse of the lovely woman who was clearly out of her mind with anger and contempt for the bound captive she called slave. Today, just as every other, she was a vision to behold. And even with a face contorted in sneering contempt, the very sight of her stimulated him, excited him, the hotness developing in his loins as he saw her luscious body twisting furiously as she whipped him mercilessly.

‘You little pip-squeak! How DARE you cum without my permission! I’ll beat you senseless for this!’ But how in the world could he be blamed, he thought, muttering under his breath. She had been teasing him all day with her big beautiful tits and lovely round ass, the most attractive woman he had ever seen. Teasing the drooling male had excited her, too..so much so that her love juices had been flowing copiously for hours on end, the aroma of which she taunted him with, driving him wild with desire. Still, he knew that he would not have her. Never would. He was a slave, and she his ruler supreme. Sex was absolutely forbidden, completely out of the question. Knowing this, however, made him want her even more.

It was the involuntary ejaculation which had incensed her so. Even though he had obeyed when she ordered him not to touch himself, it didn’t even take a touch for him to blast his load, especially under those conditions. She had been rubbing her large, firm breasts up against him, smothering him, cooing and whispering sweet, exciting promises, erotic fantasies which would never come true. He felt like he’d been holding out for hours, though it had only been a matter of a few moments. When he heard the familiar ringing in his ears, the tingling in his groin, he knew it was too late. He did the best he could to cover the wet spot on his jeans, but Goddess Sondra was too sharp, too experienced to be fooled.

And even though she was thrashing him harshly, he could feel his lust rekindle, his cock harden. It only seemed to take the thought of her. But seeing her, even in a state of rage, was thrilling beyond his imagination. Eventually, she became bored with the brutal whipping, and decided on a new torture for the agonized man.

Grabbing a long strand of leather, she sashayed her way seductively to where he knelt on the cold concrete floor, quickly and expertly tying the base of his hardened prick, effectively trapping the blood flow, and trapping the hot sperm in his nuts. ‘Now let’s see you try and cum again, you worthless piece of shit’, she chuckled sadistically. He groaned and pleaded imploringly, knowing that the rush of desire would soon be replaced by pain, deep and inescapable torture. He howled and begged, only to hear her laugh as she released the cuffs, then strapped his ogling face deeply into her hot ass, making him crawl around behind her as she swaggered around the room, grinding her shapely hips back into his trapped face.

When she finally stopped and released him, he sucked in huge gasps of fresh air as she attached a studded collar and leash to his now engorged dick. Tugging on it viciously, she ordered him to crawl behind her up the stairs, up to her hallowed chamber. ‘I’ll teach you to fucking cum without permission’, she said menacingly. He could feel the biting studs cut into his flesh, droplets of blood now oozing from his rock hard penis.

Goddess mounted the supple male back and rode her slave over the threshold, into her chamber, where she usually retired privately each evening. But not tonight. Tonight would be different. She ordered the slave onto a small cot near the side of her large king-sized bed. ‘Pleasure for the Goddess this evening’, she whispered as she tied his hands and feet, strapping him securely to the small metal cot. ‘Tonight, you will serve me, with no thought of your own pleasure or release...not that you’d have a chance anyway!’

It was a night that never seemed to end. When she wasn’t fingering herself into ecstasy, she was straddling the cot, forcing her supplicant to worship her divine altar, suck on her hard nipples, or dig his tongue deeply into her tight anus. Mercifully, after hours of wild climaxes, she fell into a deep, peaceful sleep. Her slave, however, slept far less easily. What few fragments of sleep that did come were fitful, the erotic submissions he was forced to endure spinning in his head, the pain which had begun trapped in his lower body had spread throughout, the throbbing agony never ceasing, even for a moment.

In the morning, he awaken to a hot sensation, a warm liquid cascading over his face. He blinked and gagged, peering out only slightly to see Goddess Sondra towering over him, giving him her golden shower. ‘Rise and shine, you little worm. I have a real treat in store for you!’

She ordered him to wash and get dressed, and of course, not to touch the strap which his cock in agonizing bondage. As he showered and cleaned up, he looked down at his bound member, now swollen larger and harder than it had ever been, and a deep shade of purple, the veins taught and distended with passion, sexual desire without boundaries, but also, pathetically, with no release.

When he was ready, he joined her at the front door, the desire and lust brought to a fever pitch with one look. Goddess stood before him in a short, tight blouse and spandex mini which left almost nothing to the imagination. The seamless black stockings and sky high heels complimented her sexy allure. ‘Oh, before we go’, she sighed, undoing his fly and allowing his bulge to spring forth. Grinning evilly, she inserted the catheter tube into his pee hold, the burning intrusion making him bellow in new agony. Then, just as quickly, she fixed his pants and handed him the keys. ‘Here. You drive. After all, it’s the only driving YOU’RE gonna do for quite a while!’

She directed him to a strip club on the other end of town. He almost breathed a sigh of relief as they parked the car and entered. At least, bulges in the pants were the order of the day in a place like this, so he wouldn’t be quite so embarrassed.

Every head turned as they made their way to a secluded table in the corner, the Goddess’ showstopping good looks capturing the attention of every horny male and jealous female in the place.

‘Give me your fuckin’ wallet, slave’, she whispered ominously in his ear, and he rapidly handed it over, hoping it would help to quicken an end to his misery.

Goddess Sondra motioned to the manager, who’d been eyeing her every moment. Reaching into the wallet, she pulled out a one hundred dollar bill and handed it to the leering man, then whispered to him. Smiling, he stuffed the bill in his shirt pocket, and disappeared.

In a few moments, he returned, a hot redhead by his side. Goddess smiled at the topless seductress got on the table and began dancing, watching gleefully as her uncomfortable slave perspired and fidgeted, the pain and agony almost unbearable as the dancer writhed erotically just out of reach, her curvy figure pleasing and hurting him simultaneously, driving him mad.

Several of the male patrons, eager to see the spectacle unfolding in the corner of the club, walked over and began staring. Soon, a small circle was forming, aroused by the hot, gyrating dancer and her wide-eyed admirer. The slave looked at the dancer, then at his Goddess, deliriously, silently begging for release as if it were the most important thing ever in his life which, at that moment, it was. She leaned over and whispered in his ear softly.

‘If I allow you to cum now, you are mine. Truly and completely. Forever and ever. For life. Do you understand? Do you accept my demand?’

He shook his head, not even thinking about the consequences of his decision, only caring about the tremendous pain and pressure which emanated from his murderously tortured cock. ‘Watch, then’, she ordered, and he fixed his gaze on the dancer as she climbed down off the table and began a very hot lap dance, shoving her big tits in his face. As she did, Goddess quickly unzipped the slave’s pants, allowing his huge dong to emerge. She removed the catheter, then the strap, and the slave cried piteously as the pain shot through every nerve ending in his body. Just inches from his face, the dancer continued her undulations, gyrating her lush bottom just above the man’s dick.

‘Cum. Now. That’s an order, slave!’

The dancer must have heard this last comment, because she pushed her ass back invitingly, spreading her cheeks and gazing seductively at the man now blushing furiously behind her. The small crowd surrounding the table started chanting and cheering, and it wasn’t long before Goddess’ slave closed his eyes and, without a stroke, shot a long white jet of creamy jizz onto the dancer’s asscheeks, hearing her giggle as the painful load erupted like a geyser, spewing long, thick gobs of male cream all over her wildly pumping rear. The slave howled insanely, writhing in a huge pleasure-pain tandem as the crowd hooted and applauded in approval.

‘Now, lick her clean!’, Goddess yelled, watching as the eager slave planted his lips and tongue all over the beautiful fanny in front of him, licking and cleaning every last drop of sperm from the glorious ass before him, hearing the dancer groan in a rush of pleasure from the lavish oral adoration.

As she stood up from the pathetically panting man, now spent, she walked over to Goddess Sondra and kissed her passionately.

‘Thanks, baby...you were great’, the gorgeous dominatrix said to her female lover. ‘Why don’t you drop by later tonight, after you’re off. I have some hot ideas for how we can really torture my new property...’