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“You’re late.”
“I’m sorry, sir, the traffic on the Interstate was…” Smack. I slapped her face, not hard enough to bruise, but enough to get her attention.
“You’re an ignorant brown slut. You don’t seem to know your place. You’re still talking, you’re still standing, and you haven’t even begun to take your clothes off. Down, bitch.”
I closed the hotel room door behind her as she got to her knees. Shaking my head, I grabbed her hair and pushed her down to groveling position, her face on my patent leather shoes. Patiently, I explained some facts to her. “I told you to be here at 3pm. At 2:55 I texted you the room number. At 3:37 you knocked on this door, and your first response to me is to try excusing yourself. You should have been on the floor begging for forgiveness the instant you arrived. You should have begged me to punish you and asked how you could please me. Now get to work cleaning my shoes with your tongue while I explain what’s going to happen to you today.
“You are going to be punished. You’re a stupid low-level Sikh girl. The only useful purpose your serve is to provide your body for the pleasure of white masters. I wanted a blow job at 3pm and you were not here. In fact, for several weeks you’ve hemmed and hawed about when and whether you would drive up here to serve me. I’ve held weekends for you, to have you ghost as they approach. I could have been enjoying your cunt, your ass, your tits, and your mouth, but you didn’t come. For that, I’m going to hurt you. How do you feel about that?”
She paused her licking. “I’m so sorry sir. Of course you may use me however you wish. I am your lowly slave. I live to provide you with my body. How can I serve you, white master?”
“Good, pet. That’s a better start. It won’t save you from all the pain and brutality I plan for you, but you’re pleasing me. Roll onto your back. Stay lying on the floor, and take off all your clothes. I want to see what kind of a door mat, and set of holes for my cock, I’ve got here.”
As she squirmed to remove her clothing while staying below my knee level, I watched intently. She pulled off her panties and lay waiting. I walked over to the end table where I’d laid a few items, and carried a few back with me. “Spread your legs, I’d like a closer look at the pussy I’m going to destroy. Good. Wider. Hmm… let’s try these.” I stretched her pussy lips out, and fastened some wooden clothespins onto them, two on each side. I spit on her clit and gently touched it with a forefinger. “Hands above your head, bitch. Keep the legs spread wide. Tell me how much pain you think your clit can withstand.”
“Quite a bit, master… I don’t know how much.”
“That’s all you have to say?”
“Please master, I don’t know what you mean. I tried to answer your question.”
I drew gentle circles around her clit, licking my fingers to taste her, and to moisten them. Sighing, I continued. “Remember your purpose, or you’ll find yourself kicked and treated worse than my doormat. Work yourself up to at least be a fucktoy, you stupid Indian piece of shit. What is your purpose, bitch?”
“My purpose is to serve my white master, and give him as much pleasure as my worthless body can possibly give him, sir.”
“Correct. So your answer to my question about pain for your clit should kastamonu escort have been something like this: ‘master, I don’t know, but please do anything you want; I will scream for you’. Now, since this is my first time playing with your body, I’m going to try a series of escalating tortures. We’ll see how worthless your cunt is. Perhaps you can take the first two or three of the ten items I have. If you really mean to serve me, perhaps you will make it all the way to number four today. Are you scared? Tell me the truth.”
A pause, as her gorgeous deep brown eyes stared back at me. “Yes, master, I’m scared.”
“Good. Not completely brainless then. Let’s proceed with
. But I think I’d like to heighten the sensitivity of the nerves in your clit first.” I kept drawing circles around her clit with my wet finger, occasionally speeding up, then when she seemed to be getting aroused, slowing down and making it a lighter touch. I paused to walk over and pick up a large and powerful massage wand. Without preamble or explanation I turned it on and held it directly on her clit. As expected, she bucked a bit and tried to move. “Hold still!” I slapped her shanks. For good measure I sat on one of her legs, braced my feet against the other to hold them apart, leaned with one hand grasping her breast, hard, and applied the wand to her pussy at full force. I love these wands. Even if a girl doesn’t want to cum, or has never cum in her life, she has almost no choice. It’s too powerful. It demands orgasm. Didn’t take too long. I could tell as she squirted a little and clenched and moaned with some pleasure, despite my hand digging into her tit.
“Alright, now to get down to business. Is your pussy nice and sensitive now?”
Breathing heavily, she managed to croak out a “yes, master.”
I picked up my leather flogger, a dozen flat tails, and sat on her chest, facing her pussy, making sure my ass ground against her breasts, and commenced flailing at her cunt. Not too hard, since she’d just cum, and this was just
. I didn’t want to numb her too early. She squealed, which was music to my ears. I love it when they squeal. Her legs involuntarily drew together, but I saw her effort to push them wide again. I rewarded her with a pause. “OK, those were just a moderate intensity. I’ll finish the flogger with one whack at about 70%. It will hurt quite a lot. Here, kiss the flogger first…” I reached back to offer the tails to her lips for a kiss. Then I dangled them, just brushing her pussy lips lightly. “5… 4… 3… 2… 1…” and then I let her have it, a pretty good smack. My aim was perfect, right along her pussy crack. It felt great, her body spasming up against mine, and her cry.
“Alright, you stupid whore. That was enough of
. Let’s move on to
in our warmup. I’m getting a wonderful hard-on. I’m really going to enjoy fucking your cunt after we abuse you a bit more. Get on the bed, on all fours, with your back arched so your ass sticks up nicely.”
I poured some Vitamin E oil all over her back, just because it looked nice all slicked up. I massaged it in, feeling her muscles, toying with different parts of her body. With a bunch of oil, I pushed a forefinger deep into her ass. I liked how she winced a little at that, and looked at me. “Yes, my brown cunt. Much as I like your vagina, I’m going to fuck all three of your holes eventually… although we may not have kayseri escort enough time today, thanks to your tardiness.” I spent several more minutes massaging her whole body, pushing her down onto her stomach, flipping her over, pushing her back up to all fours, getting at every square inch with the oil. She cried at some points, as I squeezed hard. It was fun to use my fingernails as well, alternating with the deep tissue massage.
“OK, enough warmup. Let’s go to
.” She was well positioned, in a deep cow pose, hands and knees on the bed, breasts poking out below, quivering anus and vagina reaching up as much as she could manage. I took a leather paddle from the table and showed it to her. Plush red cloth on one side, smooth black leather on the other, a foot long, a few inches across. I gave her the leather side to kiss. “I call this
because I’m going to go easy with it. If I use full strength, I can leave permanent scars on your skin. I’m not going to raise any welts on you today, at least at level 2. I’m just going to hurt you quite a lot. Sound good?”
She was actually shaking a bit. I smiled. I love how she looked at me, her disheveled hair hanging around her eyes. She nodded. “Yes, sir.” I patted her back with the cloth side, then randomly tapped her with it, here and there. Then I gave a 30% whack to the side of her leg with the leather side, enough to sting (a lot) but not leave marks. Well, some red for a few hours, but nothing beyond that.
“That was a 3 out of 10. That’s what your cunt is getting today. A dozen times. Here’s the first.” Whack, right up between her legs. Ah, didn’t quite hit her pussy, as it hit against her legs and landed weakly against her stomach. “Spread your knees wider apart. Good. You’ve been good, we’ll still count that as one.” I took a few minutes, with random seconds between blows, to give her the dozen. I was surprised to hear her crying by the last one, and see tears streaming down her face. Her legs were shaking. I sat beside her face and pulled her into my chest, hugging her. “Jas, my sweet little slave girl, you did very well. There there…” I caressed her face as she cried and cried and shuddered. The pain must have been quite terrible. I was delighted.
“Alright, that’s enough. Start sucking my cock, or it might go soft before we get to
.”
“I’m sorry sir, really sorry, but I don’t know if I can do
.”
“Yes you can and you will, and if you don’t pull off my pants and get sucking in the next few seconds, you’ll get as well.”
She complied, hastily unbuckling my belt, gently drawing my pants and shorts down, and worshipping my cock. She did a great job. She kissed reverently, licked it like the most delicious popsicle to a five year old, and did her best to deep throat. After a few minutes, I pulled her hair to get her off, her pretty mouth hanging open.
“Let me explain
. You’re going to sit on the edge of the bed, your knees as wide as you can get them. Hold them apart with your hands. I’m going to get in some target practice with my little single tail whip. See, isn’t it a beauty? I had it made a couple years ago. I like the interleaved black and blue strands of leather. I put on a new red cracker on the end, just for you. That’s the bit of colored string. Here, kiss it nicely, as it’s going to hit your pussy and make you scream. I know, I know, you think you’ve had enough. kıbrıs escort No you haven’t. I need the practice. Now we’re going to stop when I accurately hit your clit, once. I’m going to use very low strength, much less than half what this baby can do, as I don’t want to tear your skin apart today. We’ll save that for another time. For now, I just want to cause lots of pain, and hear that pretty throat of your scream for me. I’m sure it’ll hurt quite a bit with my near misses on your inner thighs, but within ten tries or so, I should be able to hit the button. You can cry a little, that’s ok, but I want you to scream when and only when I hit your clit full on. Got it? Hey, stupid skinny Sikh slave, speak to me! Got it?”
“Yes, my white master. I live to please you, sir.”
She spread her legs, sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at me with obvious trepidation. For fun, I cracked the whip in the air at moderate strength, enjoying the movement in her body at the loud crack. I turned to face her and threw some soft underhand flicks toward her legs, gauging the distance. They flew about six inches from her thighs.
“Keep your torso high, hands pulling your legs wide. Keep your head up, looking at me. That’s so I can see how it hurts you, and to be honest, to make sure I don’t accidentally whip your face.”
I inched closer, flicking the whip toward her pussy. I could see it clenching as I got closer. One flick was almost perfect; it cracked with a satisfying sound, and made a beautiful red streak two inches to the left of her vagina, along her thigh. She squeaked, trying not to scream. I swirled the whip. It felt good. You know how that perfect golf swing feels? That tennis serve that you know will ace, before you even hit the ball? That’s how it went. I almost didn’t need to look, and as I flicked my wrist, my eyes locked on hers. I knew it was going to hit her clit dead on, and so did she. “Aaaaaiiiiieeeeeee!” she screamed beautifully and clutched herself into fetal position, falling to the floor. I was already moving fast, pulling a condom onto my raging hard-on, and then I jumped on her heaving body as she rolled on the floor. With no mercy I flattened her onto her stomach, crashed down onto her back, and thrust into her with a roar. God it felt good after all that foreplay! I rather ignored whatever noises she was making or what her limbs were trying to do. I just reached around her chest and grabbed her breasts to serve as handles, and started pounding into her, yanking and driving, pistoning in and out at ruthless high speed. I wasn’t holding back any more, wasn’t interested in any more delay to my orgasm. I used her lithe brown body as a cock-sheathe, hard and fast. Then I came, screaming myself with the pleasure of it. I dug my hands into different parts of her body as I spasmed inside her. I grabbed her ass and tried my best to rip the muscles out with my bare hands, as she yelped and mewled. Finally I collapsed on top of her, bear hug squeeze and then relaxing, letting my body lie still in the afterglow, settling on her like a comfortable pair of boots resting on a door mat.
I rested a while, and then gently picked myself up, lay on my back on the bed.
“Lick my cock clean, Sikh slut.”
While she washed my cock and balls with her tongue, she kept as much eye contact as possible. “Good girl. That’s enough. Go have a shower. You have an hour to get ready. I presume you have a decent dress. We have a reservation for dinner at a restaurant gunning for its Michelin; let’s help them along. We can discuss over dinner whether to do something like this again. I’m not sure you’ve been adequately punished yet, but I know you need to return to your city immediately after we dine. Next time, we’ll focus on some other parts of your delectable body. Now go. Zoom zoom.”
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