A Day in the Life of a Slave
"Twenty strikes."
For Maria, this punishment sounded like a sentence.
Her new master was a rather substantial and colorful middle-aged man, of solid build, with strong, muscular arms covered in tattoos up to his shoulders. A former boxer, now a businessman. You couldn't say anything bad about him; he was a cheerful man and the life of the party. As for living a double life… everyone has their own quirks. Besides, she herself needed a dominant by her side, not just someone who would torment her, but someone she would be happy to serve, a true alpha male and winner in life. And he was exactly that—authoritative and fair,
cruel and kind, strong and calm. Yes, Maria often thought she was lucky with her man. Moreover, their thematic communication was only in private; in public, everyone took them for an ordinary couple. Perfect.The man towered over her, in a strict suit, shoes polished to a shine, smelling of expensive perfume, power, and sex. And she knelt, naked and defenseless, trembling from cold and fear, not daring to even raise her eyes to look at her master's face. Maria's luxurious, thick hair falls over her fragile shoulders, covering her small, firm breasts with tiny nipples pointing in different directions. He never torments her without reason, but today she deserved it…
The man indicates the bench with a glance; he had equipped it with special restraints so the victim couldn't escape during punishment. Maria stands and, on trembling legs, steps toward it. This is her place; she has learned that well by now. Not a single strike has landed yet, but the first tears have already appeared in her eyes. It's no longer clear what she fears more—the punishment with the whip or his silence, which chills her more than any scream.
The straps bite painfully into her skin; the master is truly angry… The thick, dark cloth blindfold robs her of sight. Very soon, it will all begin… The girl's naked and defenseless body is spread out on the bench, her parted legs can no longer conceal her sex. The view reveals true feminine beauty, usually hidden under clothing… but not now. A small reddish fuzz covers her labia, beneath which lies a narrow opening, the gates of paradise, as the man often called her vagina to himself… Her small, firm buttocks periodically clench in fear of the impending punishment. If you look closely, you can see tiny droplets, like dew, on the fuzz. No matter how scared she is, nature takes its course; Maria enjoys being a defenseless doll in his hands. The man steps closer; no trace of anger remains… The punishment must still be administered, but first, he can give her a little pleasure.
A rough male palm descends on the curve of the slender female waist, his hand slides over the trembling body, over perfectly smooth, velvety skin, down to her buttocks, and the palm squeezes one, revealing the view of a narrow anal ring, pale, without a single hair inside, promising heavenly pleasure to whoever claims it. No longer virginal, but still accepting his thick penis with difficulty and pain. Fingers touch her labia; the girl's body shudders and tenses for a moment, but quickly goes limp as Maria relaxes. Animal passion begins to take hold of her, and her thoughts are no longer of pain; she dreams of the man raping her like a dirty slut, feeding her his seed in the end. erotic stories Fingers parting her labia approach the entrance to her vagina; one penetrates inside… wet, very wet, hot, tight. What a wonderful little property she has.
His palm is abundantly coated with her juices, but perhaps that's enough. Giving Maria's crotch a parting slap, he walks around the bench, bringing his fingers to her mouth, touching her full lips with them. Maria knows this is the signal to act. A thin, sharp, wet little tongue touches his palm, diligently licking off all the juices; her lips form a ring around two of his fingers and begin to suck them. She wishes it were his cock… For the man to forgive her and allow her to take it in her mouth… The lubrication from her vagina has already formed a small puddle on the bench. As the minutes of bliss end, he walks to the other end of the room…
Usually, he didn't resort to devices, preferring to spank Maria with his palm, but today was a completely different case. A leather seven-tailed whip, with a small knot at the end of each tail. It sounds less frightening than it acts. You can hear the man playing with it, striking the air, listening to the whistle of the parted air.
The cold tails of the whip lie on the girl's back, not a strike yet, but soon… The man knows that the anticipation is always worse than the punishment itself. The girl's body is tense, the trembling begins to return…
A swing… A strike. The thin tails of the whip descend on the soft buttocks; crimson welts instantly appear on the white skin, beginning to turn blue before her eyes. Overcoming the terrible pain, Maria loudly says, "One." Each strike must be counted… Otherwise, you might get more than promised. The second strike; she can no longer restrain herself, the room fills with Maria's scream, and tears stream from the girl's eyes. The count continues, her body burns with fire, the pain disrupts her consciousness, and Maria sometimes forgets to count, receiving new strikes beyond the promised number. Her fragile body jerks on the bench, hoping to escape this hell; usually, she loves a spanking… But not when it's her punishment; the man knows how to gauge his strength… And when he needs to, he inflicts maximum pain.
The girl continues to sob, no longer able to struggle. She asks for forgiveness and promises to behave better in the future. Her buttocks have become a purplish-violet color, swollen from the blows, with terrible marks from the whip. The man smiles; now he can remove the blindfold and calm his girl a little. She endured the whipping… Although she could have said the safe word and it all would have stopped… A warm palm descends on her bottom, stroking and rubbing in a healing ointment… Perhaps he overdid it today.
Maria knows the punishment for today is over. Tears continue to flow from her eyes, her body burns terribly with fire, her hands and feet are numb from the straps… But how pleasant his touch is there… She closes her eyes; a pleasant warmth spreads in her lower abdomen… She's flowing again, even more than before. Desire takes hold of her body…
The master sees how pleasant his touch is… Maria has relaxed and closed her eyes; the anesthetic, absorbing into her skin, drives away the pain. Perhaps she deserves a small reward; he removes the straps from her wrists and ankles… Large bruises and abrasions have already appeared on her wrists and ankles. Maria's exhausted body slides off the bench, but the man catches it in time.