Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

Sara was completely flushed with excitement, and was breathing heavily, as she returned the cane and grabbed the crop. Once again, she swished it through the air several times to get a feel for it before landing a beautiful hit to Mrs. C’s left ass cheek. She quickly followed that with another hit to the other ass cheek. As she continued her assault on the ass, Mrs. C. was by now a blubbering mess as she cried and mewled in pain. There also was a very strong smell of sex in the air, and Greg noted, with a grin, that Mrs. C’s inner thighs were soaked with her juices.

Here she was, bent over naked in front of a strange girl, not much older than her own daughter, with clamps killing her nipples, and her ass a blistered mass of welts, and yet, she was getting turned on by the abuse and humiliation.

“Sara?” Greg asked, causing her to pause in her strokes, “Hold up for a second please.”

“Whore, I want you to reach back with both hands and pull your ass cheeks apart for Sara.” When she had done as requested, further humiliating herself in front of this stranger, Greg continued. “Sara, I want you to hit her asshole with that crop, as hard as you can. Are you Ok with that?” he asked.

“Oh, yes Sir,” she quickly replied, licking her lips in anticipation. Taking aim, she brought the crop down hard right on the exposed bud.

SMACK

“Ahhh” Mrs. C. bellowed, knees beginning to buckle from the torment. Again, to her credit, she kept her hands in place holding her cheeks apart. Greg could tell she was close, and just needed a little nudge to push her over the edge.

“Ok Sara, just one more stroke. This time, I want you to do an under-hand swing and hit her right on her clit and pussy lips.”

“Yes Sir,” she replied. No coercion was needed here.

When Mrs. C. had settled down and stopped moving, Sara took careful aim, and after several practice swings, brought the crop up hard right on Mrs. C’s wet pussy lips.

SMACK

Mrs. C’s head snapped up, as her knees quickly buckled under her. All thoughts to keeping her hands on her asscheeks were long forgotten, as she crumpled to the ground, a low keening sound coming from her, with her hands buried deep in her tortured pussy. She began to convulse and shake on the floor, as a powerful orgasm ripped through her body.

After a minute or two had passed, Mrs. C. had finally settled down, and was now laying motionless on the floor, curled up in the fetal position. Her brow was covered in perspiration, and her cheeks were a mottled color from the exertion of her torment and orgasm. Looking at Sara, I could see she was perspiring, and her cheeks were also flushed with excitement and exertion. Her nipples were hard as rock under her t-shirt as she stared fixedly at Mrs. C.’s naked body at her feet.

Snapping Sara out of her trance, Greg informed her that, “I think I like the crop the best. It’s precise but also was easy to cover a large area very quickly. I think we’ll take that one.”

Nodding her head, she placed the crop down on the counter top beside her. Greg had no doubt now that Sara would likely be game for anything that he had in mind. “There was one other thing I am looking for Sara,” he explained. “Mrs. C. likes being fucked in the ass, so I am looking for some butt plugs of varying sizes, which she can wear for periods of time, to help stretch her asshole out for me. Do you have anything like that?” Greg asked, already knowing the answer to the question.

“Yes Sir, we do. Right over here,” she points to another display case against the other wall. Walking over she reached in and pulled out several different sizes and held them up for my inspection.

“Her ass is very tight right now, so I think we’ll start her out on that one there,” pointing to a black one that was about 1 ½” wide at its widest point. “Then we’ll probably progress to that black one there,” he added pointing to one that was roughly 2″ wide. “And then, when she’s nicely stretched out or she needs to be punished, we’ll go with the big one there,” pointing to a big black monster that had to be close to 3″ wide.

“Sara, I wonder if you would mind humoring me one more time.” Greg asked, knowing full well what the answer was going to be.

“Of course,” she replied excitedly, knowing what he was going to ask of her.

“Mrs. C., crawl over here and offer your ass up to Sara,” Greg ordered.

Mrs. C. raised herself off the ground, where she’d been laying, and slowly crawled over to Sara. The chain attached to her nipples was just long enough that it dragged slightly on the ground as she moved. Once she was at Sara’s feet, she put her head to the floor and, reaching back with both hands, pried her abused ass cheeks apart once more. Her ass was now turning a wonderful mixture of colors, as the welts and bruises darkened in color.

“Sara, why don’t you go ahead and take some lubricant from her pussy, and then see if you can get the smallest one in her ass?”

“Yes Sir.” Sara quickly knelt behind Mrs. C., and, with her left hand, jammed 2 fingers, knuckle deep, into Mrs. C’s soaking wet pussy. A soft moan escaped Mrs. C.’s lips, as Sara worked a 3rd finger in the pussy. After fucking Mrs. C’s pussy with her fingers for several seconds, she withdrew her now glistening fingers and began to lather the butt plug with the juices. Sara repeated this process several more times, until the plug was covered in pussy juices.

She then placed the tip of the plug at Mrs. C.’s asshole, and began to gently push it in. When Sara began to encounter resistance, she slowly pulled the plug out a little bit, and then pushed it back in again, with a little more force. She continued this slow fucking motion, entranced with the sight of Mrs. C’s anal bud stretching and contracting around the butt plug, as she forced more and more of it into her. When the fattest part finally slipped into her, Sara reluctantly released her hold on the plug and stood up.

“Sit up, Whore,” Greg ordered. At that, Mrs. C. raised her head off the ground and knelt at the feet of her new tormentor, nipple clamps still on her engorged nipples and, now, a plug filling her ass as well. “Do you have anything to say to the nice young lady?” he asked.

“Uh, thank you Ma’am…” She replied hesitatingly.

SLAP

Bringing his right hand down hard across Mrs. C’s her left cheek, the slap surprised both her and Sara. With some menace in his voice he growled, “You can do better than that, Whore. Thank you for what?” Greg asked again.

Cringing with fear at being struck again, Mrs. C. replied once more, with a tremor in her voice, “Thank you Ma’am for showing my master how to properly put nipple clamps on his whore.”Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

Greg was stunned. This was the first time she had referred to him as her master. He hadn’t expected that early an acknowledgment from her. In fact he had thought that it would be something that he would have to force on her, as he has had to do with this whole situation.