3 comments/ 20061 views/ 6 favorites The Crop By: hoofits I knelt expectantly in the center of the mostly darkened room, naked and exposed. Waiting. Waiting. My Master was seated in the comfortable recliner behind me making no sound. If it weren't for the spark of awareness in my spine, I would have wondered if He was actually still there. The table across the room from where I knelt held a desk lamp that was lit and the neck of the lamp was angled, pointing downward to shine its light upon the object placed there. The brightness of the lamp made the satiny white cloth glow in stark contrast to the black leather crop. My eyes were held captive by that image for what seemed like a very, very long time. The muscles of my thighs burned and my back began to ache from holding it so stiffly upright with my hands crossed behind me just above the cleft of my butt. I fought the urge to squirm or shift, as I knew that would not escape His notice nor would it be tolerated. Surprisingly, as my discomfort grew, my body reacted as if stroked by the gentle caress of a lover. The nipples of my breast stood to proud, sharp peaks. A quivering settled into my belly and seemed to tingle downward to pool as moisture between my opened thighs. I clenched the muscles of my sex in an attempt to keep the fluid from seeping from my body. The soft rustle of material behind me made me strain my ears to determine if He was still sitting in the chair or had moved to another location. "Fetch it, slut." His voice seemed to boom in the darkness after such a prolonged stillness. I hesitated a brief moment. It was the small sound of disgust He made that spurred me into action. I dropped forward to the crawl I knew was expected and made my way to the well-lit table. I knelt up and held my breath as I reached with a trembling hand for the black leather. "Have you forgotten yourself, slut?" His question made me freeze before bowing my head with embarrassment. I braced my palms on my thighs for balance as I leaned forward and after two unsuccessful attempts, I managed to grasp the handle between my teeth. My entire body now quivered and flushed pink and embarrassed as I turned and crawled to a stop between Master's bare feet. My eyes focused on the small textured pattern of the chair as I tried to hide the shame. He made not a move, nor a sound. Finally His stillness forced my gaze to rise and meet His eyes. The knowing smile on His face made me squirm and drop my eyes. His hand came up and stroked my face and I sighed and instinctively rubbed against Him. He grasped either end of the crop and forced my face up to meet His gaze. His smile deepened and I felt the hard handle press further into my mouth, against my tongue and I gagged briefly, eyes wide. "Arms up, bold slut, and clasp them behind your head." He commanded. I quickly clasped my hands behind my neck and spread my elbows wide as well as my knees leaving my body completely open and submissive to Him. My breath quickened and my chest tightened with a combination of fear and arousal. But He waited, again until my eyes locked with His before stroking my cheek with the broad leather end of the crop and brushed it across my lips for a kiss. Again, my nipples hardened and flushed a deep rosy hue, the reaction noticed and approved with a nod of His head. I closed my eyes as He gently stroked across each shoulder. I shuddered as the lower curve of my left breast was teased with the softest touch. Then I gasped as it nudged my chin, forcing my head to rise sharply. "Look at me." His voice warned softly. Swallowing hard against the rush of emotion, I looked into His eyes. "Are you my little slut?" He asked. I responded with a whisper and a nod, "Y-y-yes." A small frown crossed His face as He spoke. "Yes what?" My mouth was dry as the words He sought stammered from my throat. "Y-yes, I am your little s-slut, Master." "You want this, my dear." He spoke more firmly. "You want me to command your body and use you for my amusement. Yes?" I felt the rush of desire through me causing my breasts to tighten further, my thighs to clench and my lower lips to throb. "Yes, Master. I want to be your little slut. I want you to command my body and use me for your amusement because I am your slut." I answered breathlessly, but clearly. "Very good." He replied with a smile. "Look at me slut. We shall begin." I kept my eyes trained on His face and the leather flap trailed across the tightened nipples. He watched me intently, not missing a single response from my body. Seeing my teeth nibble at my lips as I forced myself to hold still, watching the goose-bumps rise on my flesh as He tickled down my belly and smiling as He stopped just above the center between my legs. Very deliberately He leaned forward and stroked the leather across the lips of my pussy. A moan escaped me and I flushed pink in the face, mortified at the reaction and the wetness He found there. The stroking between my lips intensified as the crop stroked against me purposefully noisy with my wet arousal. "Yes you are a little slut", He chuckled. Ashamed at my arousal, I felt the crop press more closely into me, actually piercing into my body slightly and I couldn't help the noise of denial that whispered from my mouth. Not with this instrument of punishment!, I thought. I screamed inside, this tool is made for an animal, No! "No?" His eyes sparked with a dark fire as if He read my mind. "You dare deny ME, slut? I shook my head. "No sir, no sir, whatever you desire." "I thought so." He said with a nod and replaced the head of the crop between my lips. "It is much more effective when wet. Prove your willingness, slut. Wet the crop." He watched intently as tears flowed from my eyes to wet my flushed cheeks. Hesitantly my hips moved against the bit of leather, the other end held firmly by His hand. Slowly I pressed further, until it sat just inside my lips now completely drenched with aroused juices. I began to thrust lightly against it and dark forbidden thrill of arousal pooling deep in my belly and I was unable to contain the moan of pleasure at my own willing violation and my pleasure increased. "Enough!" He spoke sharply. "This is not about YOUR pleasure whore. It is time. Do not dare to close your eyes". He leaned over and grasped my hair with His free hand. Tilting my head back sharply, He plunged into my mouth with a deep searing kiss, branding His ownership upon my lips that was forceful enough to leave them bruised and swollen. "Beg me, slut." He said as He roughly grasped my chin and pushed away abruptly. My tongue touched my lips wetting them and with a deep shuddering breath, I looked at Him closely. I wanted this. I wanted Him. I wanted to please Him. In a low but clear voice tight with a multitude of emotions from fear to arousal to shame to excited anticipation, I heard myself speak. "Please Master; please punish me with the crop." Before the sound of my words completely died out He struck suddenly with it against my swollen wet pussy and I shrieked and groaned with that virgin blow, nearly moved to orgasm. I flung my arms down and clutched myself between my thighs. I looked up at Him with tears gathered in my eyes. He watched me for a moment and stood looking down at me. "I'm sorry, Sir." I whispered. He hovered over me for a moment before stooping down in front of me. His strong hand reached out and pried my fingers away from my body. Gently, He scooped two fingers into me and found my hole to be dripping with arousal. He pumped His finger in and out and rubbed the hard nub above my slit with his thumb. My hips rotated and tried to follow His hand. He withdrew from me and soothed the aching lips with my own juice. He massaged them in a sweet circular motion. His hand stilled and He pressed the palm of His hand firmly against my warm crotch. "Does my little whore wish to cum?" he asked in a crooning tone. I nodded my head and looked at him expectantly. "Do you, slut?" His voice rose slightly. "Yes Sir." I replied. He set the crop down between my thighs and placed both hands on his own. "You have a choice slut." He began. "You may rub your pussy until you cum. If you do, I will walk out of here and we are through for this day. Or, you may return the crop to my hand. You will take your punishment. If you choose the latter, you will not only be brought to orgasm by your Master, but you will also feel me buried inside your body and you will be fed from my cock." I started to respond and he stopped me with a raised hand. "Also, should you choose the latter you will beg for me to crop you, you will count each stroke and thank me. You will be sore, humiliated and crying when I am done, but you will cum from your Master's hand. Should you choose the first option, you will not be punished for the choice. You decide what you want, you have one minute" Ow, ow...that blow hurt, but Master made it all better. Should I avoid the rest of the punishment and cum right now or should I serve Him proudly and bear each painful swipe in order to have the ultimate reward? Indecision played across my features. He eyed his watch impassively, waiting. He leaned over me and kissed me softly on the forehead and headed toward the door. Watching him walk away from me cemented in. I barely whispered the word "Please". He halted but stood his ground. "Please Sir, I would like you to finish." I licked my lips and looked up at Him. "Finish?" he asked, brow arched. "You know if you want it, you have to ask properly." He crouched down as he spoke with his arms resting on his knees addressing me with a lilt in his voice the way you would coax a hesitant puppy. "Please Sir," I said in a quivering, husky whisper. "Please punish me with the crop." Abruptly He stood. "I'm afraid that's not good enough. I'm not convinced." He turned to the door again. "NOOO!" I cried out. "Please, please Sir. I need you....." "Need what, slut? Exactly what do you want me to do?" He turned to me and clasped his hands behind his back. "You tell me exactly what I will do to you, what your slut body craves. Every detail or I am walking to the door and will not stop." Ashamed, I felt the heat rise to my face. "Please Sir" I began, and then swallowed hard, forcing my voice to stop quivering. "Please mark me with the crop. I need your hand on my body. If...if I scream Sir, then please gag me to keep me quiet." I gained momentum. "I will count each stroke for you and thank you for each one. Fuck my ass while you do. Please fill me with your hard cock. Please rape my ass and use me like your whore. Spank me while I fuck my ass to your cock. Please, please I need you. I need you inside me. I need your cum." As I spoke, I had begun toying with my clit without realizing it. My other hand caressed the crop on the floor. I was panting a bit and over to see Him standing again. "You dirty little slut. How dare you touch yourself without permission? Fetch that crop in your mouth and crawl on your fucking belly to me." "Thank you, thank you, thank you...." I eagerly leaned down and hooked my tongue around the crop to clench my teeth on it. Then dropped to my belly and elbows and moved across the carpet. Halfway there, I got caught up in pleasing Him and spread my legs so that I crawled like a spread frog on my belly to his feet. I knelt before him and nudged the crop to his hand. I felt so dirty but so thrilled at the same time. He wrapped his fingers around the crop creating a fist in my open mouth. He nudged my head back further, pressing the sides of my mouth back. I felt his fingers uncurl in my mouth and he jammed them into the back of my throat. I gagged as he fucked his hand in and out of my mouth, holding the crop as well. Tears welled in my eyes and I could feel my spit pool in my mouth as I struggled not to throw up. "You...nasty...little...whore..." Each word punctuated with a thrust into my mouth. "Take my shoes and socks off." I nodded with His hand in my mouth. He withdrew his hand and spread the spit across each cheek and my forehead. I untied and removed his shoes and socks leaving him barefoot in his pants and rolled the socks together, tucking them neatly into one shoe. He unzipped his pants while he watched me do this and stroked lazily the length of his shaft. He stood the crop between my thighs and nudged them closed around it with his bare foot. I felt his hand grasp my hair and looked up, my mouth opening in surprised shock when he pulled hard on my hair. He quickly stuffed himself into my mouth. He stood still and used my hair to fuck my face hard and fast. My entire body rocked as I struggled for air against his assault. He pulled me away and I was mortified to see a thick long line of foamy saliva from my lips to his shaft. I reached up to wipe my mouth, but he slapped my hand away. "Your face looks used; let's fix the rest of you." He wrapped his hand around my throat massaging as he scooped something up with the other. I felt the brush of material when he stuffed something into my mouth deeply filling me and I tried to push it back out with my tongue reflexively. Oh no, god no...His socks! I started to retch while His hand squeezed my neck. "Dirty, dirty girl." He crooned. "You wanted something in your mouth. Now turn around and give me that ass." I scrambled to my knees and spread my legs. He pressed my head to the floor kicking my legs wider. "Spread that hole." I grabbed my cheeks and pulled them apart. The cool air against my anus made it pucker in anticipation. He stood with both feet on either side of my head facing my ass. This confused me, but only for a moment. The swish of the crop through the air was the only warning before I felt the first bite on my right cheek. Quickly another blow was landed to the left. I screamed into the socks in my mouth. "You're not counting, slut." Another blow and I muffled a shrieked, "One!" The next ten blows had me squirming and crying. I counted and panted and then he stopped. He leaned over my body and roughly thrust 3 fingers into my pussy. It was wet, oozing between my thick lips onto his hand. He wiped them off on my back. "You filthy slut bitch!" He raised the crop and brought 2 quick strikes to my wet pussy lips. My legs gave out under me and he grabbed my hips and lifted me again. It was agony, but the sharp pain nearly made me cum. He fingered me again as I moaned at the pain and the pleasure. He wiped the fingers against the dark hole of my ass. "Spread that ass further, cunt." I gripped the cheeks tighter and shook with pain and revulsion as I heard him hawk spit up in his throat and felt is splash against me with a splat. He moved behind me, his knees opening me more. He spit again on me then I felt his cock rip into my ass. The pain was excruciating. I felt like I was being torn in half. I cried and screamed against the socks stuffed into my mouth as he rammed into me, raping my ass dryly. After about 20 slams into my body he stopped, panting. "Fuck your ass, whore." Somehow I found the strength to brace my hands on the floor and I rocked back halfway onto his cock. The crop stung my ass by my hip and I yelped. "Giddy up, cunt." He chuckled and leaned his body back. This gave him more access to the globes jiggling in front of him and as I thrust against him, he slapped each cheek occasionally. I fucked harder onto him each time he did. I could hear his passion rising in his voice. "You're raping your own ass. How does it feel? How does it feel in your ass? I can tell your hot pussy is dripping whore juice. You like it don't you? Fuck my cock harder up your ass. Harder!" I was beyond aroused. His words made me so dirty and so hot. I fucked and fucked trying to squeeze my ass around him to milk his cock while the crop cracked against my ass. He grabbed my hair and pulled me upright so that I sat on him, grinding more deeply into me. One hand held my hair; the other laid the wide, flat end of the crop against my clit. "Spit out the gag, whore." He growled passionately in my ear. I worked it out of my mouth with my tongue, coughing a few times at the dryness in my mouth. "Now, fuck your ass on my cock and beg for my cum you dirty whore." I licked my lips with his cock buried deeply in my ass. The crop tapped on my clit making me squeal. I began to bounce my ass on his hard cock. I was so raw and stuffed full that my asshole burned with each thrust. The leather clapped on my clit as I rode him and it threw me into a frenzy. I bounced and grunted, nearing orgasm. "Fuck my ass, Sir! Fill my whore ass with your hot cum!" My burning cheeks, aching asshole and tenderized clit combined and I started cumming hard, screaming and creaming. "Yesssss, owwwwwwwwww!!! Fuccckkkk!!!" The spasms of my clenching ass and pussy squeezed his cock like a vice. He dropped the crop and twisted my hair in his hand and grabbed my shoulder. He used his grip to jack my body against him and in the haze of my own orgasm, I felt him swell in my ass and start blowing hot cum into my abused ass. He pushed forward and pressed me full against the floor with his body weight as he spurt more and more. Harsh panting filled the room. Lips gently kissed my neck and licked at the sweat that coated me. I felt him rise off me and his limp cock slip from my battered hole. The opening now oozed his spent seed. I loved that sensation. So dirty, so used, such a satisfied slut. I lay there listening to the shower run. I relished each sore mark of hot passion on my body and fell asleep with the sweat and cum cooling on my skin. The Crop ...kristin is startled by the sudden opening of her front door, but only briefly. It is Sir John, of course. her eyes are immediately drawn to the leather riding crop in His hand, something she had wanted for some time now, and is so distracted by the sight of it that she has not yet spoken or moved from the spot where she was standing when He entered the room. The sound of Sir John's voice brings her back from her trance, "I bring you a surprise and you have forgotten yourself?" Embarrassed by His displeasure, she lowers her head and apologizes quietly, then begins to move towards Him. she stops abruptly as His words cut her. "Stop right there. It's too late." she again lowers her head and replies softly, "Yes Master." "It seems your punishment will be one well deserved today." He closes and locks the door. "Strip. I want you bare when I return." He disappears into the bedroom as she begins removing her clothing. He returns to find her completely naked, standing with her head lowered and her hands clasped behind her, back arched. He walks over to her and, with one finger on her chin, raises her head, her eyes still lowered. He withdraws a small key from His pocket, uses it to open the lock on her leather collar, and then returns it. she can feel the warmth of His breath against her cheek as He leans into her to wrap the collar around her throat and locks it. He lays the blindfold across her eyes, pulling it painfully tight and tying it in a knot at the back of her head. He then removes the chain from His belt loops and attaches it to the hook on the front of the collar, allowing the cold metal to fall between her breasts and rest against her bare skin. He steps back to look at her fully. "Very sweet, My pet. Much better." He begins teasingly running the leather square at the end of the crop over her thighs, ass, back, cheek, arms, and belly. He grabs the chain hanging from her neck and forcefully pulls her behind Him, guiding her into the bedroom, unhooks the chain, and positions her at the edge of the bed in front of Him. He uses the chain to bind her still clasped hands behind her back. "On your knees on the edge of the bed." she climbs onto the bed, struggling to maintain her balance without the use of her hands. He pushes her forward and before her face even hits the sheets, she feels the sharp sting of the crop across her ass. "Knees farther apart! Wider!" He orders. With her knees spread wide, her pussy opened up, her ass high in the air, her hands chained and her face buried in the sheets, she couldn't have moved if she had tried. The crop comes down across her ass again. she moans quietly, loving the sting and the delicious sound her Master's new toy makes as it hits her bare skin. He continues punishing her ass with the crop until both cheeks are bright red, firey hot, swollen and covered in welts. she can feel her wetness dripping down her wide-spread thighs. she gasps as suddenly the crop lands sharply against her already throbbing pussy, biting her lip and clenching her fists thru the next five blows to her most tender spot. "Have you had enough, My pet?" her response, though muffled through the bedding, is automatic, "No, Master." she would never answer such a question any other way. He lands one more stinging blow to her aching pussy, then reaches for His favorite leather flogger. The soft leather straps are soothing as they lightly fall across her bruised ass and painfully swollen pussy. she feels the leather square of the riding crop pressing against her hot little cunt hole, and moans loudly as He penetrates her with it. It is, of course, not nearly enough to fill her, but the "knowing," the idea of what is inside her excites her wildly. He begins fucking her roughly with the crop, continuing His assault on her already tender ass with the flogger. she begins writhing, moaning, crying uncontrollably. her pleasures rush thru her, flooding her, making her weak, ready to scream, ready to explode.......and He stops. He withdraws the pussy soaked crop, leaving her just on the edge, whimpering, trembling. He grabs her hair at the nape up her neck and pulls her back up on her knees, kisses her gently, and whispers quietly to her, "Perhaps next time, My pet, you will greet Me properly." Breathless, she replies, "Yes, Master." The Crop It's Wednesday morning, and you're just leaving work. You get a text from me that says simply, "I feel sick today", and you know what you're in for. You rush home to shower, and you have time for just one smoke before there's a knock at the door. It's me, not looking sick at all, instead looking greedy and hungry. Dressed for work, I step into your house and raise a finger to indicate that you should show me the way upstairs. You try to speak, but I'm not answering you, only wordlessly following you to the bedroom. Once there, you turn to me, and with one motion, I strip off my coat and push you up against the wall by the throat, hard enough to snap your head back. Before you realize what's happening, my thigh is pressed tight against your crotch and my voice is in your ear, hot breath asking you if you've been bad. Your hands are clenched at your sides, because you know that if you touch me you'll be in trouble. I spin you around so your face is against the wall and press hard against your back so you can feel my tits pressing against you, my teeth at the back of your neck, asking you again if you've been bad. Your hands reach back to grab my ass and I hear you say Yes. Face to face again, I grab you by the shirt and take you to the bed and tell you to hold still while I take my clothes off and sit on your face. My hands are on the wall above me and your hands are on my ass, while your tongue teases my clit. You look up to see me playing with my nipples, eyes closed and breath heavy as I ride your tongue. Once I've had enough, I get off your face and lick your lips, tasting myself on them. "Now, I believe you mentioned that you'd been a bad boy. Take your clothes off." You rush to comply, and turn just in time to see me bend at the waist to dig in my bag, getting a glimpse of my pussy as I bend over. I turn around and catch you staring, and you see the whip in my hand. "Lay on your stomach." You do, and immediately feel the end of the whip trace down your spine, making you shiver. I sit next to you, giving you light taps on your shoulders with the whip, and a smile crosses your face. This isn't so bad. One sharp slap across your ass snaps your eyes open, and you can hear my smile as I ask you if you like it. It stings and your cock gets even harder, pressed against the mattress. Another slap in the same spot, and now it starts to burn. I run the whip down your side, and it tickles, as I run my fingernails down your other side. Across the shoulders this time, the sting of the whip again, and you groan. I straddle your back, and you feel my pussy, hot and wet against you as the hardest slap yet lands on one shoulder. I run my tongue along the welt and press myself against you, one hand in your hair and ask you again if you like it. You nod, eyes squeezed shut. All of the places I've hit you are burning and stinging, and you want nothing more than to fuck me hard in retaliation for hurting you, but not yet. I sit up again and the whip lands on the tender skin of your side and you hiss and arch away from it. I flip you over to run the whip over your lips, along the side of your face and down your chest. Had enough? Does it hurt? You nod. You've been so good, I have to reward you. I slide down the bed, and despite the stinging up and down your back, you groan as you feel my lips close around the head of your cock. I slide my tongue around the head, flicking just underneath it, wrapping one hand around and bringing my mouth down to meet it. I twist my hand and mouth in different directions as I move up and down, tongue pressing hard under the head. My other hand slides up your thigh, up your chest, to tilt your chin back to expose your throat. My hand moves on your cock tighter as I run my nails down your neck, then sink them into your skin at the top of your chest. Sucking hard on the head of your cock, I draw them down your chest, over your stomach, leaving angry red marks as you hiss and tense. You look down to see me smile around your dick in my mouth, and the hand that hurt you slides around your balls to press behind them as I move my mouth and fist in a steady rhythm. I lift my mouth away and use just my hand. Do you like that? Do you like it when I suck your cock? I use my other hand to play with your balls again and lick the tip. Who sucks it best? You bite your lip and answer, You do. That's right. My mouth closes over your cock again and your hand rests on my head. Long minutes pass as I tease your cock with lips, tongue, and hand, and you're enjoying your reward for being a good boy and taking your punishment. At last, you feel me settle into a pattern, and it feels so good that you know you'll come soon if I keep it up, and between the scratches on your chest and the welts on your back, you think it's time to pound my pussy to make up for all of the pain I've given you this morning. You pull my hair up, moving my mouth off your cock and tell me you want to fuck me. I lick your lips and lay down on my stomach, one leg bent. You straddle the other leg, grabbing a handful of hair and digging your fingers into my ass and slide your cock into my pussy as I let out a groan when I feel you inside me. You hand jerks my head back and you can see my face, eyes closed , mouth open, and teeth bared as you pound my pussy. Who's my slut? Oh god, I am. Fuck your slut, baby. My back arches and your cock feels so good and the groans turn into moans that border on screams. I reach up to grab your wrist and you pull on my hair hard enough to bring tears to my eyes and you slap my ass. I let out a growl and press myself back against you and you do it again, letting up on my hair to dig both hands into my ass. I'm face down, both hands clutching fistfuls of sheets as I fuck you back, saying Oh god, yes, that cock feels so fucking good. You slap my ass again and put one hand on the back of my neck, pinning me to the bed, and fuck me hard, sweat beading on your face and dripping onto my back. You start to feel it build again and you look down at your cock as it pumps in and out of my pussy, each thrust making me gasp as your cock rubs my g-spot and I bite my lip as you move faster and harder until you can't take it and with one last thrust, you come with a groan. The Crop Ch. 01 Ever since the message first played on the machine last night, I have done nothing but double check the times, to verify the exact outfit You have ordered, wanting nothing to be amiss, wanting the evening to be perfect. There has been so much learned over the last few months, but I know there is so much more to be learned, and tonight will be just one more test of my abilities, of my willingness. Candles scattered throughout the room, a small tray with dinner for You is prepared, left to warm within the oven, beverages and glasses varied are set and ready. A second walk through the bedroom, her soft blue gaze taking into account the items upon the bed… only knowing for certain that You will want to use the crop… fingertips grazing along the handle, soft lashes closing down a moment as the image of it striking along creamy flesh sends shivers down my spine. A toss of auburn tresses sends those thoughts scattered upon the afternoon light, as gaze returns to the bed, to the rest of the items laid upon the black silk. My fingers rest for a moment upon the blindfold, righting it, so that it is perfectly parallel to the edge, the handcuffs of leather seen next, the six coils of pink silk, the two vibrators – one slightly larger than the other, the small stack of clamps – each sporting a small loop, with which to affix chains and weights, and lastly, just before the pillows, the small paddle – its surface smooth and silken. Taking a deep breath, continuing to stare at the objects will not bring You any sooner, and I must prepare me now for that imminent arrival. Continuing through the room, I enter the bathroom, pausing in front of the mirror, examining myself closely before the full length mirror. Stretching out left foot, toes pointed to show the tension of muscled calf as it arches in to knee, rising further to the dance taut thigh, the flawlessness of skin as it reaches up to the center of her. Fingertips tracing along taut belly, where time will hope to find Your hands within hours. Reaching up to cup full breasts, the weight of them filling my hands, turning palms ever so slightly as thumb and forefinger tantalize on the deep rose nipples. The teasing of the twists bringing them taut in moments. My breath caught in my throat for a moment, as caresses continue onward, teasing along the delicacy of my throat, feeling heartbeat within. Massaging beneath the weight of fired tresses, lifting them, hair running through hold like water over the falls. Leaning into the mirror to gaze into my own eyes, seeing the depth held within. Reaching to the shower, turning the water on full blast, at its coldest setting to bring forth the tingling skin, the glow to her skin. Diving beneath the water allowing it to sluice down me, enveloping me in iciness. Beginning with the shampoo and conditioner, working it in thoroughly, allowing the conditioner to set as soap is lathered from head to toe. Leaning back once more, rinsing completely, and with the heavy towels, wrapping about me, I take the cream and a sharp razor, removing every trace of hair, save for that one lil strip just above my pubic bone from toes to underarms. Following this ritual, another begins, lotion applied to every inch of me. Beginning with small toes, fingers caressing along the arches to the curve of trim ankle. Kneeling before the mirror, I begin slowly combing out my hair, allowing it to dry naturally, the sheen of its length catching the light as it enters the small window. Letting the natural glow of one’s skin to shine, I move back to the bedroom, kneeling to await Your arrival. A knock at the door, sets my heart to racing, a smile appearing as I offer greetings to You. My body gliding gracefully to the bed’s edge, flowing to knees sinfully parted, a simple arch to my back as I hold still for Your inspection. Knowing Your gaze travels over me, over the toys arrayed for Your pleasure. The only sounds in the room, my breathing resounding in my ears as You command me to the wall. Rising up to stand, a few short steps take me to the wall, perching upon toes spread widely, I lean closer, feeling the gentle caress of the silken dress against almost bared flesh. A whimper escaping me as Your favorite crop is run along inner thigh, teasing against the heat radiating through light blue g-string, feeling the touch of air as You raise the dress higher. My knees becoming weak as You command me to remove the dress, a purr of pleasure escaping as fingertips graze along shoulders, pushing the thin straps down, allowing the dress to fall in a pool at my feet. A soft cry sounds in answer to the snap of the crop upon flawless ass… knowing that I have erred, trim waist bends to retrieve the silk, folding it carefully to lie upon the bedside table. Quick to resume Your commanded stance, muscles taut along the length of splay legs. You teasingly resume the caresses of the crop, each touch making my heart flutter, the heat rising within me, as response is automatic. The touch of the crop tracing over the art upon my back, reminding me of the hours sitting still. The pain of its creation, the pleasure felt within the creation. Thoughts racing with each touch, unknowing where the next will land… a tremor rushing through me as body lowers to stand full upon my feet. A sharp crack of the crop reminds me of my place, lifting back to precariously balance upon toe tips. Feeling the sweet wetness creeping from within, belly tightening with the rush of desire the temptuous crop offers. You move closer, Your breath upon my neck, the heat of Your body radiating against me. A hand reaches around, testing for the desire within Your pet, hips naturally arching to the touch before the crop is brought down to a small whimper of response and Your hand is removed. Caresses focused upon rosy nipples taut with lust, heaving under the ragged breath of Your pet. Slithering the crop down the curve of belly, just lightly touching silken panties, moving upon me sensually, I hold firm, crying out inside at the urges to move upon the touch ring out. A soft plea issues from my lips… ‘please, Master, please touch Your pet… please, Master, see how much she wishes to please You’. I feel Your hand reach around, pulling me against You as it lowers to slide between silken lips, feeling the wetness within. Your touch sending a bolt of electricity through me, as Your fingers tease against hardened pearl. It takes all of one’s will not to move upon Your fingers as they are coated in sweet honey. A whimper is heard from me, as You pull Your hand, the imperceptible snap of fabric against skin resounding in my ear. Your hand raising up to frost taut nipples with honey-coated fingers, a light sheen upon the rosy hue. The firmness of large breasts cupped within Your hands, as nipples are twisted. The crop resuming its torture, lightly raking over charged flesh, every movement sending one to a point of Your wishes. Your wrist snapping harshly as my body lowers a fractional inch, a red welt forming upon the backs of pet’s upper thighs. Noting the wildness of my gaze, Your touch lowers once more, sliding beneath panties to note the wetness of me… sensing readiness for Your pleasure. The touch only fleeting, the pain at its leaving intense. Your hands once more reaching to tease along tightened nipples… coating them with sweetness. A feral moan of need escaping at You order me to turn. My gaze still upon Your feet, as Your mouth lowers, teeth trapping pet’s left nipple, Your tongue slowly circling. The taste of my desire upon sensitive flesh, it takes all of one’s will not to push closer to You, to not allow one further to the edge. You lean back taking in the measure of one’s obedience in the marks upon my flesh, a small nod… and the command is issued… ‘Please Me’. The crop still at the ready in Your hand, as I fold to knees before You. My fingers reaching to first remove Your shoes, setting them neatly to the side. Next I remove Your socks, folding one inside each shoe. My breath is held, swelling my chest, as I caress along Your legs, reaching up to the button fly, anticipation causing a tremor in my touch. Inviting lips are caressed by velvety tongue, as fingers slide under Your waistband, slipping the jeans from You with a gentle massage of touch. The soft snap of Your crop is felt, reminding me to fold the jeans, my haste in wishing to please You almost overriding such training. My body lowering to lay kisses of homage upon Your feet, lips moving higher with each touch, soft nibbles as hunger fills me. My mouth reaching to Your hip, as lips part fully, tongue lapping at the engorged head of Your cock, tasting You for the first time. Tongue pressed full to the shaft, licking at the underside. Your hand reaching to entangle in fiery tresses, guiding me unto Your cock. The warm wetness surrounding the head alone at first, tongue learning its feel as lips are stretched wider. Feeling You slide within deeper, pushing to my throat. Pushing deeper still, Your hips thrusting forward, wanting to be fully engulfed. Lips pressed to the base, the full thickness of Your cock within my mouth. The dance begins, slowly at first, slipping only partially out, never fully leaving – as I feed upon Your flesh. The fervent hunger replacing all thought as You use my mouth for Your needs. Tongue caressing the underside, as moans reverberate along the length. Each stroke becoming faster, Your left hand guiding Your pet, as the right caresses with crop along. As the pleasure builds within You, the movement of the crop becomes more insistent, driving me faster, a perfect rhythm of warmth mouth to Your hips. Feeling the pulsations in Your length, as Your fingers tighten in my hair, knowing that the moment would soon arrive. A guttural cry issuing from You as Your release boils over… stream after stream of cum filling my mouth and throat, as I hungrily swallow, sucking every drop of the precious liquid from You. The Crop Ch. 02 Your hand never loosening its grip in long red locks, You drag me across the room to the bed; pulling me on top of it. I lay back upon the coverlet, deep blues dark with the need that has reach immeasurable heights. Without thought or command, long legs part widely, and arms extend outward from my sides. You stand over me... looking to see all that is Yours; all that You control. My breath ragged, tongue tip tracing over my lips, still tasting You, a soft purr escapes. Seeing You as You move to the side of the bed, surveying the toys left for Your use, those selected by You, the only ones that are allowed. Your hand reaches first for the plug, a gleam within Your penetrating gaze as You watch my reaction. Seeing naught but excitement building, pleased, You chuckle. Running it along lips swollen by the feel of Your cock, my tongue automatically extends, licking along the tip, trying vainly to suckle upon it. The smile upon Your lips deepens, pleased with how far I have come in my training from the first time that You had used me. Allowing but a moment, You sink it into my mouth, pulling it away to the soft whimper. You trail the plug along creamy flesh, pressing the hardness in small circles around my breasts, I earn to arch up to it; but remain motionless as You have taught Your pet. Wondering if You can feel the trembling within my belly as the toy continues slowly to my center... A soft moan escapes as the plug parts the lust-swollen nether lips, wetting the tip with my own juices, You continue watching my every reaction. My soft voice reaches up to You... 'please, Sir, please will You fuck Your pet with it, please?' You look pleased by the request and without hesitation, drive it deep into my tight rim, stretching it around the toy. A low whimper is pulled from me as I am so forcefully entered. Soon Your slow in and out motions begin to race my heart once more, You can see the flush upon me. So lost in the movements of the toy, I do not see You reach for the ice. The first realization is when my mouth parts longing to suckle, eyes open wide in the shock of it, even as You begin to roll it around taut nipples. Knowing where the previous taunts have travels, a suppressed whimper almost escapes... Your hand guiding it, followed by another, deep into the heat of me...a shudder rushes through with the shock of it... the movement of the plug never lessening... pulled almost completely from me, before plunging back in... my hips rising and lowering to meet it, subconscientiously. Just as I am almost adjusted to the cold shock, beginning to warm once more... You are suddenly above me. The full length of You poised to enter. I hold my breath in anticipation for a moment, before the ache reaches its peak, and my soft voice pleads for mercy, pleads for use. "please, Sir, please use Your pet... please" You know that this is only the beginning to the begging that You can make me do... the pleading and driving ache that You can create as You withhold that which Your pet craves... the desire to bring You pleasure... You teases the head of Your shaft along the cleft between engorged lips, feeling the wetness of desire coating the skin... You hold back the look of satisfaction, as my begging continues... "please, Sir, please, please Sir, please allow her to give You pleasure, please, Sir... please please use her Sir" Knowing that my cries are in earnest, seeing the look upon delicate features, You bury Your hardened cock to the hilt, stretching me around it... feeling the shock of the cold in the inferno of wetness that surrounds You. Silken flesh grasping and holding to You, feeling complete by the joining. Slowly You begin moving, setting a rhythm to suit You... the sound of flesh meeting flesh thrilling to my ears. The tightness of me further enhanced by the plug that is still firmly wedged within me... Your hands reach down, pulling long legs higher, resting knees upon Your shoulders. Bringing me to form a small ball under You. Driving harder now... the depth of You dizzying... heartbeat racing out of control. You look to the firmness of my breasts, I reach my hands inward, holding them close together, in offering up to You. Your mouth parting as teeth nip at the hardened nipples... pulling upon them... it is almost too much to bear... "please, Sir, please... please may I cum for You, Sir?" You look to me... saying, softly, with that deep commanding tone, "no, My pet... not until I do... only then will I allow it" Biting upon lower lip, held motionless by my position... fully helpless to all that You demand... as You continue to drive deeply... taking all that there is of me... my hold upon desire reaching all limits... Feeling that tenseness reach through You... a low growl, menacing and lustful, as Your own desire reaches its pinnacle... 'now, pet... cum with Me, for Me... NOW!" my cries reverberating about the small room, body lost to Your command and control... still for this moment, one... As the rush of releases consumes and abates, You pull from within me. A simple push at the back of Your pet's neck, and I slither lower upon the bed, mouth parting anxiously. Soft tongue darts out, lapping at the length of Your cock, tasting the mingled flavors upon You. Mouth caressing as it cleans traces of me from Your flesh... lowering further, warm mouth massaging Your sack, rolling it tenderly as juices are suckled.... Smiling up to You as a gentle tug upon auburn locks indicates Your pleasure with my attentions. Crawling back up to You, Feeling the welcome weight of You, lie upon me, as You unfold my legs. Nestling against Your strong chest... feeling the security of Your arms, the fullness of You a memory feeling of You still deep within. Our breathing slows... heartbeats returning to normal rhythm...sleep overcoming...