Virginity for Sale

When he left, Diana quickly went to the shower, explored her bathroom and lay back on the bed, the memories of this crazy day turned her on more and more.

For a couple of hours she managed to fall asleep, she dreamed of Alexander, how he took her in his arms and carried her to the meadow where she played with her many sisters of her childhood. Everyone looked at her and rejoiced, the teacher who replaced her mother shed a tear, and the man put her in the middle of the clearing and began to kiss her greedily.

“You are the most beautiful girl in the world!” His words fell like a balm on the soul. She felt so happy that she was ready to fly away on the wings of love.

“Time to wake up, beauty.” The man purred in her ear, bending over. Diana looked at him blankly.

“Stop sleeping! It’s time to work!” Alexander’s eyes were covered with black and the clearing became dark and deserted. The man’s face was distorted and disfigured, and a yellow drool was pouring out of his mouth. “Wake up!” He hissed angrily. Diana could not move from horror, fear fettered her body.

A resounding slap woke her up and she opened her eyes in fright, before her stood an agitated Alexander. His eyes were again, as before, just as beautiful and enticing. The face was also all right. “A terrible dream, just a terrible dream.” Thought Diana and quickly took her fears under control.

“You haven’t woken up for so long, I got worried…” Alexander began his dialogue, as if making excuses for the strong slap in the face.

“Now I want to show you our toys. It’s time to talk about spiritual things.” He pulled a small keyring out of his pocket and pressed a button. The wall to the left of the bed began to open smoothly, like a curtain, revealing a real wall on which all sorts of BDSM devices hung: everything to achieve the highest pleasure.

Diana’s breath caught in her throat. At school she was introduced to many toys, but most of those in this room she had never seen.

“Baby, have you ever seen these objects?”

“Yes, Master, we have had lessons in pain tolerance.”

“Tell me in detail what you were taught and how it was.”

“We had several different disciplines, one of them: the theory and philosophy of pain, we were told why a woman should enjoy and rejoice when the Master brings her up.”

“I wonder why?”

“Because a woman has a chance to find purity, that is, complete cleansing from all sins.”

“An interesting theory… it will be necessary to read more what they drummed into your heads there. But overall, I like the concept!”

Alexander held out his hand to her, inviting her to stand. He gently hugged her and stroked her, kissing her face and neck. Then he brought her to the dance floor, where she had recently shown him a striptease and ordered her to stand up to the pole. Diana stood up obediently.

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The girl obediently stood farther away, half-turned and spread her legs.

“What other disciplines did you have?”

“We were taught to love pain, my Lord, they explained that the female body is created in such a way that the centers of pleasure are everywhere and each such point is capable of giving pleasure. We were flogged and forced to masturbate at the same time.”

“Did you like it?”

“Yes, Master, very much.”

Alexander felt dizzy from sudden excitement.

“Speak more! Do not stop!” He took a whip and began to run it along the back and legs of his mistress.

“We had a very rich training, Master. We were divided in pairs, one girl sat on her knees and caressed the standing woman with her tongue, and the teacher walked around and struck each one in turn, explaining what effect should be achieved from different objects.”

“Did it turn you on?”

“Yes, Master, I liked such activities.”

“Would you like to repeat it? Do not answer! Let’s check it out now! Start masturbating!” He swung and hit Diana on the back with a whip. The girl screamed slightly in surprise, getting used to the long-forgotten sensations anew.

“Start already!” Alexander shouted excited.

The girl obediently launched her hand and began to satisfy herself, the man looked without stopping. Every half a minute he struck a blow, observing her reaction and feeling her tender body every now and then. When Diana was breathing heavily, ready to cum, he struck her hand several times in a row with a whip, and shook his finger.

“Don’t you dare finish! Only when I give permission!” He again showed his malicious look and Diana hastily slowed down the pace of self-care.

Alexander approached her and pushed her like a doll closer to the pole. After examining the places of the blows, he contentedly patted her on the body.

“Now lift one leg up.”

She obediently followed the order, and the man began to strike again, aiming at the stomach, but sometimes, as if by accident, the lash hit the crotch and the hand caressing the clitoris.

“Take your hand! It interferes!” Alexander shouted breathlessly with excitement. Diana withdrew her hand in dismay. He began to strike blow after blow on her crotch. The poor thing endured as much as she could, but the sharp pain made itself felt when the whip hit the damaged skin, it was already unbearable to endure such pain and Diana moaned a little, unable to contain herself.

“Now I will introduce you to my friend, his name is Mister Whip!” He took the instrument off the wall and showed it to his victim. She looked at this object with horror, remembering how she hated the classes in which they were introduced to it.

“Have you ever been flogged with a whip?”

“Yes, Master, we had several introductory lessons…” The frightened girl stammered.

“So you know how much pleasure he can bring, that’s good. But Mr. Whip is not an ordinary toy, he has a soul! Do you want to kiss him?”

Diana had no choice but to agree, although this game seemed a little strange to her, she did not understand whether he was joking or seriously believed that this sex toy had a soul.

The girl gently kissed the instrument and lowered her eyes.

“That is great! And now he will kiss you!”

Alexander swung and a characteristic whistle was heard in the room. Diana would not confuse this whistle with anything. After each lesson with this subject, she cried for several hours. Few of the girls liked this instrument, although there were a couple of those who talked about the interesting sensations that followed.

“Apparently, something really is wrong with me, if I do not perceive all toys for pleasure, as the Creator requires.” She managed to think before the first blow fell on her skin, leaving a red mark and a strong hellish pain.

The girl screamed, trying to endure in silence, but nothing worked for her, she moaned loudly from sudden pain, closing her eyes and waiting for the first sensations to subside so that relief would come.

She withstood the second blow more firmly, only moaning and shivering a little. Alexander was in no hurry to finish, he slowly swung and then, using all his strength, directed Mr. Whip to kiss the delicate skin of his ward.