3 comments/ 5650 views/ 3 favorites Yes, Again Ch. 02 By: parawa The passionate reunion continues... Thanks for the feedback, keep it coming! ***** Yes, again, the second time... She loved to feel weak within the power of his grip. His broad shoulder carried her effortlessly, one arm holding her legs firmly while the other hand opened the door. She felt him stop and turn, then he leant forward to roll her onto the bed, quite gently for a man with such strength. She felt the loss of his hand but loved the way he used her body with ease and familiarity. The bed was firm beneath her back as he moved her arms wide apart on the bed then spread her legs and raised her knees. The clothes pegs hit the floor with a loud click then she was buried by the sensation of blood rushing back painfully. His weight was overwhelming as he pushed his heavy thick cock within her slick cunt. She shivered with the returning memory of him. He stretched her deliciously as he drove forward into her. The plug in her rear made his entry more intense than she thought possible, her cunt felt tighter with many new sensations that she could not separate from the mix within her. "Yesss..." She felt him touch her deeper than any other man ever had, and recalled the pain of their first sex, when she feared she would never enjoy him without suffering. Her first orgasm came after only a few minutes, she was so well aroused. He carried on regardless, as she knew he would, until her second and third had followed. She knew he would plough her until he was satisfied, and by that time she would be a limp rag with no will of her own. That was his special hold on her heart, to take her without any 'by-your-leave', to know her gift to him was complete. After a time his pace slowed and her heart quickened. His head dipped forward as he found her nipples with his teeth and roughly pulled the bands off- more suffering and sensation for her. He sucked hard and deeply on each nipple until she was panting in overload, then drew back and smacked her left breast sharply. His open palm was hard but she was beyond pain, in a special place of her own that he brought her to. Three more quick smacks on her left breast then three to her right made them bright red and super-aroused. Her hips were driving her onto his cock while he was holding himself still. Her voice made no words, just a long groaning noise that rose and fell for minutes on end. Ultimately she fell back with her body twitching erratically and passed somewhere between sleep and unconsciousness. Some time had passed she guessed, when some sense returned to her. His hand was gripping the base of the plug, working it, turning, pushing and pulling on it. She reveled in the deep motion she still found new and humiliating. In her practice with the plug it had rested still within her, unless she moved, to walk or sit, when she could feel it in her. This working of it made her intensely aware that he was pushing her in new ways. "Soon we will remove this, it has been in you long enough, honey. I am proud that you have worn it for me. Did you find it hard to prepare your bottom for it in the way I told you?" He slid three fingers of his other hand into her as he asked, she felt him stroking the silicon rubber through the wall of her cunt, which aroused her intensely. "Yesss..." she hissed between gritted teeth as her orgasm began to build within her. Her pelvis began to squirm as he worked in her with his hand and with the plug as well. A ball of sensation grew in her groin and as she gasped he jerked the plug free to detonate her climax- which went on and on, as her body jerked and twisted from the energy released in her. Later, when she was able to breathe normally again and form her thoughts coherently, she was aware of an absence there that felt wrong. She moved her buttocks and clenched her muscle. The work she had done to prepare had taught her to know the plug as her lover's instrument in her. She had worked daily to increase the time she could have it within her, even to the point of holding it in for an entire day, evening to evening, beyond his instruction. The absence she felt then was similar to her feeling now. He saw her stir and removed the blindfold. Her eyes struggled to adjust to the waning afternoon light from the window. The tropical sunset was not far off now. He held a bottle to her lips and she drank greedily like a lamb from its mother. She felt grateful for the fluid, and curled into his lap in gratitude and love. The time he had spent in the gym during her absence had made his body hard in places that had been soft, yet his arms still wrapped her in the old way. She felt like purring. His hands were never still, rubbing and stroking her anywhere he could reach, one on her head caressing her hair scalp and neck while the other made longer strokes of her lower back, bottom and thighs. She was grateful that he did not touch her cunt or anus as she was over sensitive there, yet she loved his touch and the way he changed from light stroking to firm kneading of her muscles. His nails sometimes dragged on her skin which could make her shiver. She became aware of the fullness of her bladder. She had limited her fluid intake on the long flight to be better able to hold the plug, but it had still been many hours since she had wrestled within the tiny aircraft toilet to put it in place. He sensed her discomfort and responded by moving his hand to her belly and stroking her there. He was a subtle torturer. "Soon, my dear, but not yet- be patient." His hand went from light stroking to firmer pressure, then withdrew to play with her breast, squeezing the fullness, then pinching the nipple, still sore from the bands. "Your friends are eager to see you now that you are back, but I am going to be selfish. I have lied to them, to say you will return tomorrow night. This gives me 24 hours to have you to myself, for my pleasure and yours. You have been gone so long I need to indulge myself in you until we are bonded again." He moved her so that she lay back across his lap, her legs slightly splayed and her head resting on the bed. She knew that he would place her as he desired, she should just relax, accept and enjoy his whims. This backward bow put further pressure on her bladder, which she tried to ignore. One hand stroked her face, nose, ears, then lips, dipping two fingers inside for her moisture, then painting her lips with it. She opened her mouth and licked at his fingers as they moved, then drew back her tongue as he probed within her mouth. He knew she loved to be opened to him this way. He added a third finger, then a fourth and pushed more deeply to the back of her tongue. She tasted his sweat and her own fluids as he explored her open mouth, stroking all around her tongue, inside her teeth and lips, then pushing more firmly back into her. She began to gag a little and he paused, before going a little further again, This time she controlled her throat and he could go beyond that place, just a few more millimetres. She could see him smile. His other hand began stroking her thighs and belly gently, then found their way to her crotch, tracing the outline of her vulva, enjoying the soft skin at the join of her thigh and genitals. She moaned slightly around his fingers, as her thighs and cunt opened to him more, and his fingers touched her outer lips. He ran his finger between the inner and outer lips. When he finally pushed his fingers into her (she could only guess if two, three or four of them were in her) she tensed and arched her back. To be penetrated in mouth and cunt at once was very special. "You are so wet, come on, I need to taste you and drink from you" He lifted her bottom off his lap with the hand inside her and slid himself back towards the head of the bed, lying prone. He gestured for her to straddle his face which she did, knowing how he liked to have her. Her hands went behind her back to clasp each other as she lowered herself onto his face. He licked her insistently and firmly, from vagina to clit, and back again, alternating wide flat strokes of the tongue with probing point action. She felt him lick around the opening of her vagina and moved to open herself a little more to make it easier. His hands went to her breasts and gripped them strongly, using them to force her down a little more on to him. Her breathing became ragged as her belly heated with this treatment, she welcomed his teeth when they began to nip on her lips and clit. She was trembling and losing her posture when he said, "now climb on my cock and fuck me til I come." She spun quickly to see his hard cock waiting for her and held her breath as she impaled herself slowly. Her thighs began to lift her to work her cunt on him. She was more aroused than before and hoped for the feel of his hands on her rear as she fucked him. He began to spank her hard but slowly, one side then the other as she rose and fell on him. The sensations built and blurred for her but she knew this was not for her pleasure as she focused on working his cock within her. She loved the feeling of it on the rear wall of her cunt, sliding as she moved, and the spanks were heating her inwardly. She could have come at any moment so she thought of long division and glaciers while she sweated at her work. Her bladder was another distraction, she was glad he was not prodding her front wall. After an age he began to twitch and groan in that way she loved and she felt him spasm within her slippery cunt as he filled her. When he stopped twitching and had resumed breathing again, she managed to contort to spin without him slipping out of her and lay down on top of him, enjoying the sensation as he softened within her, yet held back the semen that was there. She thought that she would drip for the rest of the day, she was so wet. She kissed him all over his face and down his chest and arms, then went to work on his mouth with her lips and insistent tongue, as deep as she could probe. Their sweat mixed and she slid a little, chest to breast, and loving the feel of his body on hers again. His hand found the remote for the air conditioner and she heard it begin to purr, the cool draft delicious on her skin. They both dozed for a time, she woke when it was full dark outside. He stirred again shortly afterwards. "Come with me now, my love. Time for some other relief." He took her hand and drew her to her feet and she followed him to the tiny bathroom where he gestured for her to squat on the toilet. She looked at him in the half-light until he nodded for her to proceed. As her flow began she sighed "Yes" again with blissful relief, as he watched her. Yes, Again Ch. 03 No 3- please give feedback, thanks to those who have so far. Yes, again 3 She had been woken twice in the night by his cock moving inside her, though it may have been more often as her division between reality and fantasy was tenuous. The jet lag and stress of the trip had made her woozy with tiredness, with waking dreams. The result was that she was constantly soaked with arousal and submission. He could use her with ease with no effort or choice on her part. Her orgasm seemed to begin when his cock touched that place so deep inside her and sustained as long as he moved in her. They had slept spoon fashion, despite the heat- they each needed the physical closeness after the long absence. Their effort created sweat that had soaked the sheet beneath them and dried on their skin as the air-con hummed above them. He loved the saltiness that he could lick from her skin, as he loved the way she reacted to his tongue- between her breasts, in the hollow of her elbow, the top of her shoulder and the back of her neck. She loved the joy he took in her body and his free use of her. She had taken a long time to accept that he slept so little when they were together, he was always busy, when she was awake enough to consider it. His hands were always moving, squeezing, stroking pinching or scratching gently on her flesh. She was sure he was doing it in his sleep at times and definitely in her sleep. The result was constant mild arousal for her, on any part of her skin, which could accelerate in an instant to panting excitement when he was more definite- pushing his fingers in her cunt or bum or twisting her nipple or cuntlip. The early dawn was starting to paint the Eastern ocean horizon as she watched him sleep deeply. Their separation had only been a few months, yet it had seemed an age. He had made it more difficult with the tasks he had set for her and the writings that arrived in her inbox. Being in a different hemisphere did not give her any freedom from his demands on her, not that she wanted it. It had started early in their life together when he would lay out underwear for her each morning- silky, tight or flowing according to his fantasy for that day. His imagination worked to make her hyper-aware of her body- latex knickers were hard to forget, even in a boring team meeting. The short skirt she had worn to her Grandmother's 85th birthday gathering was also inappropriate, yet had covered her lack of underwear and clit clip. She was rarely given a bra, (and never without a challenge attached) reminding her that men would be watching the motion of her chest whenever she walked. She thanked the modest breasts that had kept their shape as she had moved up the demographic steps. He had made her proud of her body through denying her any modest option. Outwardly she remained a demure modern professional woman of status and responsibility. This was just as deep as her outer clothing, though. She knew he saw her as his slut and dressed her for his pleasure. After a day of walking around with no underwear and a clamp on each lip of her cunt she was ready to explode when she got home and would have fucked the doorknob had he not been there. She was addicted to him and his dirty imagination. The embarrassment she felt at being told to buy a large dildo and a light flogger at a sex shop during her lunch break had been intense, yet she was excited for the rest of the day, squirming slightly in the flimsy crotchless lace item beneath her dress at the thought of what may happen later. She was not disappointed- never was. She did not know what might happen if she did not do as he instructed- she had always done it. The magic inner world that he created was too good for her to risk losing it. "Yes" was the most natural thing for her to say to him, she had never regretted the gift she kept giving to him. As the months of their relationship became years his instructions became more varied. He had her buy two cotton webbing belts once, then she had sewn them together in such a way that one passed from the back, between her legs and fed to buckle with the waist belt in front. The webbing gave infinite adjustment and this toy became soft and deeply stained as she was made to wear it so often. The friction and tension kept her very wet and he messaged her through the day to tighten or loosen the buckle. Once he had her wear the large black dildo through an awards ceremony, held in with this belt. Her speech from the podium was noted for its emotion by her colleagues-who had no idea why. He loved to watch her dance tango, which she did with intensity and passion. It had taken her a long time to accept that her evening dress, usually silk or satin with plenty of skin exposed, was all she could wear. The male friends with whom she danced close embrace must have been aware of her near nudity, as was the lesbian teacher who made a point of pressing her close as she led. The soft pressure of breast on breast disturbed and aroused her, she felt her nipples were giving the teacher a message. His instruction while they were apart was that she must accept all sexual advances without hesitation- what if they kissed? How might it end? She found her eyes drawn to her slightly open lips, easy to do as she was not as tall as the slim German. "Yes", she breathed. Her reverie was broken as he began to wake, she swung around to suckle on his cock, tasting herself and following his desire. While to give him pleasure was her first goal, she hoped he would come inside her and she would enjoy the growing erection too. He had always told her he dreamed of waking with his cock in her mouth, yet he was so rarely asleep when she was awake that it seemed to never happen. She loved the moments before he hardened when she could have the whole penis inside and roll it around with her tongue. The salty, sweaty cunt mixture that had dried on him came alive in her mouth-she felt herself to be the perfect slut. ************* Afterwards they were pleasantly half asleep damp and naked in each other's arms, enjoying the post-fuck endorphins washing through them in the cool that had allowed the A/C to make some progress. His cock was still half-hard inside her, which felt wonderful. Soon the heat would build to be unpleasant and force them from the cocoon of their bed, but for now she was in heaven, in his arms... Yes, Again Ch. 04 Thanks for the feedback, loyal readers- I need it! This is about a reunion coming in a few months... (I hope it works this way) ***** She awoke in heaven as his hard cock moved slowly in her slippery cunt. He was behind her, his hands gripping her breasts as he worked in as deeply as he had ever gone. She could feel herself being stretched a little, reminding her of their early days together when his big cock had left her sore, yet wet for more each time. He continued to move slowly until she was squirming on him, trying to get him to change his pace, or touch her vulva, or anything to bring her to climax, yet, of course, he was in complete control, as always. She writhed her hips and clenched her internal muscles to stimulate him, but he maintained his small, maddening movements, a few centimetres deeper, pause, then back a few, pause, then in again. She remembered a time when he had done this for hours to her, until she was weeping with lust and frustration. She could hate him at times. He moved his hand down her back, dragging his nails, then pushed it between them, cupping her bum cheek, gripping and working on the big muscle. His fingertips worked into the cleft of her bum and he brushed her anus, which thrilled her. She could feel the ring twitch with each tip's passage. His hand withdrew, while his cock kept up the small and maddening motion. The fingers returned coated in cool gel, to circle the sensitive muscle at her entrance. "It is time to fuck your arse, my love. Am I invited in?" He crooned in her ear with his other hand on her throat, gripping her jaw. While she had known for weeks this was coming, she was fearful yet felt her cunt flood further. His cock half out of her now, she felt empty. "Yes, yes, oh yes please". She was ready and his fingers were pressing now, pushing against her firm muscle, working against the resistance. All the weeks of training with the butt plug let her control and relax herself until his finger was easing inside, the gel warming from her body. A second finger joined it and began pushing in and out, then worked around within her in a circular motion, she could feel the tips stroking inside her muscle in a way no plug could ever do. His cock was out of her cunt now as he set to his work and a third finger was in her to stretch her open. She was surprised when she knew his cock was there, as she had not felt it enter, it was more that she felt his fingers withdraw. This was so much better than the rubber plug she had used so diligently as she had worked to prepare for him, imagining this moment. He pushed in very slowly and she felt herself open like a flower as he took her. This was magic! She felt so full as his pubic hair met her buttocks On top of the physical thrill that surprised her was the sense of completing her gift to him, opening the final route to his use of her. He began to move more urgently in her, this was the fucking she had craved before- she knew now why he had tormented her. His cock felt odd in her rear, but she was feeling the clear signs of arousal, which she had not expected. He manhandled her onto her knees, yet managed to keep his cock in her. From behind she could feel his power as she was manfully fucked. Her face was rubbing against the sheet with each thrust and her head began to go beneath the pillow- she didn't care, she loved the new sensation and the building orgasm. Under the physical action was an emotion that he knew was in her- the desire to be controlled and used, debased and treated as a possession- his property. "Are you my dirty girl, giving me your arse to be fucked?" "Yes, yes, sir". She was panting now as he worked within her. His words were like oil to her building fire, as always. "Do you love to be fucked by me, to have me use all your body as I please?" His growl behind her was varying in time to his thrusts, which were coming faster. His hand seized her shoulder for better grip. Her head was half under the pillow "Yes, yes, yeee...sss." Her climax was intense as she arched and spasmed around the hard cock in her bum. It continued as he gave a few more mighty thrusts then she felt his cock flex as he filled her arse with his semen. He finally fell forward to crush her beneath him. She loved to feel tiny and weak under his weight, yet sheltered and protected. After some time he was softening and gently withdrew- her anus stayed open for a time. She felt him rise and leave the bed, only to return with a warm wet cloth. He wiped her vulva carefully, then her bottom and she heard it hit the floor wetly after being thoroughly used. She felt a bit the same. To wash her he had pulled her half on to her back using a grip on her thigh. She had not attempted any movement herself- loving the way he worked her body as he pleased. She would not have trusted herself to move, anyway. He arranged her on the bed, face down, then spread her legs very widely. She felt a cold lotion on her sensitive hole, which twitched to his touch. He massaged the lotion around and into her, which felt soothing and luxurious. She moved her hips again to enjoy the memory of her first anal sex, and loved his fingers as they worked the cream into her. "I plan to use this often, now. You have prepared very well, my slut." He kissed her buttock, then she felt his teeth there, just for a second. He left her sprawled open on the bed and she could hear him moving in the kitchen of the small apartment. *********** She must have dozed again because his hand on her bottom was a shock as he shook her awake. He slid his other hand powerfully beneath her chest to lift her bodily up and clasp her to his chest. He was naked and sweaty, smelling of coffee and other, sweeter odours. His other hand supported her in her crotch, pressing hard on her damp sex. He took care as he carried her to the living room. On the small table was a wide bowl of tropical fruit, sliced and swimming in their juice. The coffee steamed by his chair. He stood her close beside the table, then placed her hands behind her head, fingers twined. Her feet were pressed apart by his foot until they were spread to the limit of comfort. He sat down, sipped his black coffee and admired the way she was presented to him. He gently slapped her breast and watched until it was still again, then ran his fingers though her slit and slipped one inside her. She gasped as the feeling took her. He sucked on that finger, said; "You are always my favourite flavour". He picked up a slice of mango and slipped it between her lips, pushing it in to remind her of his cock, then raised it to her face. She sucked on it to show she understood, then began to nibble on the end. When she had eaten all he had given her from his hand, he took a handful of the juice left in the bowl and smeared it across her chest, making her sweet and sticky as her breasts absorbed the fluid. It tasted better licked from her body. The next handful went between her legs and he pushed her back over the edge of the table to open her to his tongue and lips. "Yes, yes," she panted as he worked at her. 'Ok sweetie, time to clean you up. We can wash your skin, but your mind is forever filthy, which I love." He drew her by the hand off the table, then took the back of her neck and pushed her firmly towards the bathroom. The water was cool on her hot body as he turned the nozzle to a tight jet then played it on her breasts and face- hard and shocking. He took the rough sponge and added some gel, then began at her right hand, working down her arm, above and below, then down her flank, up her back and across to the other side. The second arm was done, then her neck and throat- the scratchy sponge making her skin tingle. He worked across and down her back for a long time, firmly scrubbing her buttocks then her thighs. She was very aware of her parts that were still unwashed and sticky, but could only wait. Some time later, tingling as her skin dried, he led her to the bedroom and pushed her gently back on the bed. "I am going out for a time, so I want to know you are secure". He took her left ankle and she felt his rope go around it firmly four times, then be tied off. While it felt soft, she knew it was strong. He knelt to attach the other end to the leg of the bed. He used a shorter rope to bind her wrists in front of her. "You have four metres of movement. There is a small bucket under the bed if you need that, there is water in the bottle beside the bed, and more fruit if you are hungry. Unless there is an emergency, I want to find you in this position when I come back". He looked at her until she responded, "Yes" and nodded. She knew it would take her but a few minutes to free herself if she so chose, yet she had never done so yet. The magic he had built around her remained so powerful, she did not want to ever break his spell. Yes, Again Ch. 05 I think this is the last of this sequence (yes I know there's a loose end). Thanks for the useful feedback, it makes a difference to feel appreciated. Living apart from my lover is giving me plenty of ideas. A tropical environment in a vibrant nation is further stimulus... I have tried to be brief, to lead where others may follow. ***** He entered the high rise apartment quietly, as he suspected she may have gone to sleep in his absence. He was desperate to see her again- they had been so long apart that he hated to leave her alone while he pursued the vital meeting that had taken him from her. He had been gone less than 90 minutes, but would have stayed had there been any real alternative. The visions he had developed for the last four months had grown to be an obsession in his mind. The real woman had already proven herself to be better because she was real, and because she was more intense than his fantasy. He loved the way she rose to his weird dreams and sometimes exceeded his hopes with her generosity. In the bedroom he found her with her leg rope intact, her hands bound before her, yet fast asleep. She was sprawled on her back with her legs widely spread and a hand pressed to her damp cunt, which had given a feminine scent to the whole room. Close beside the bed were the gifts he had sent to her so far away, arranged in an orderly array on the wide window seat ("this is my place to sit in the sun"). The powerful massager that he had made her use, the butt plug- cleaned and shiny, then next to it the multi-tail flogger she had possessed for two months, and brought for him to use on her body. It had been his intent to make her lay these tools out when he returned to her, yet she was ahead of him, again. He felt his cock stir while his heart melted. Naked, splayed open and snoring just gently, she was the most exciting thing he had ever seen. The desire to shove himself in her was strong upon him, but he held back. Her partly shaven vulva glistened with arousal-either left over from earlier or generated by her dreams. He went to the tiny kitchen to get the bamboo wooden spoon which he placed beside the other things on her window seat. He began by trailing the cords of the flogger up the inside of her calf and by the time he was at her thigh she was twitching a little. He repeated this with the other leg right to the hand that was over her sex, up over it and the soft rope that was there. He trailed the ends up her arm, which also twitched and shivered from the sensation. As he drew it across her chest he felt her breathing deepen, though her eyes were still shut. He circled the breast and watched her nipple crinkle as it firmed. Back down the other arm to her crotch, where he dragged it in the valley of softness where her thigh and the skin beside her vulva. Her hips were in gentle motion as the light cords stroked her. He took her bound wrist and smoothly raised her arms to her head and lodged the wrists behind her. If she was not awake she was certainly compliant to him-perhaps enjoying the twilight between sleep and waking. He began lightly flicking the ends of the cords against her calf, then across to the other one and back again- changing to a circling motion which moved to her thigh, still gentle, but insisting on her attention. The ends of the small whip were making a tiny noise as they stung the skin at each swing, moving up her thigh on the soft inner skin. Her hips were moving irregularly now. She still had her eyes closed but her mouth was open and her uneven breathing was becoming louder. He took care not to touch her sex as he reached the meeting place of her legs, yet flicked all around on that sensitive skin. He moved up her body, flicking more firmly at her belly skin, then laid the cords across her abdomen-above her navel, then more sharply below it. She gasped at the intensity, yet continued to tense her abdomen and move her hips. He repeated the cycle a few times until her movement increased, then slapped the flogger across her breast, quite firmly. She stopped all her movement in shock, then moaned as she released her breath. He struck again several times quickly, to both breasts, loving their movement as he did. She flexed her pelvis and tried to close her legs, until he firmly pushed them apart. He pulled her to sit upright, she complied, though her eyes stayed closed. He sat on the edge of the bed, and drew her to lie prone across his lap. Her hands stretched above her head and her breasts were flattened to the sheet. He could feel the ragged breathing from her diaphragm on his thigh. He began with a couple of firm spanks to each lovely buttock, admired the movement the strokes produced, and the pinkness as she flexed. He probed between her legs to feel her arousal and his fingers slipped into her hot cunt without hindrance. He wiped them across her anus as he withdrew, enjoying her gasp and the twitch he felt there. She was remembering. He bent her a little more to allow his hand to slap across the top of her thighs, millimetres from her cunt and anus. The indirect spanks must have been tantalising, as she began to squirm to push towards his hand. He switched to the flogger between slaps and maintained his rhythm, hearing her gasp with the new feelings. He was using it strongly now, it made a clear sound with each stroke. Her bottom was writhing and he had to push her thighs apart again, murmuring, "not yet, honey". Then he began to flog her thighs, working slowly down, then back up to her bottom. She was flexing and gasping with each stroke, pushing out to meet the cords as he reached her buttocks again. He did not stop there but continued to flog across her lower back and up to her shoulders, still striking her firmly. The long lonely hours at the gym had made his arm strong and hard. He returned his efforts to her lovely bottom, then dropped the flogger and resumed spanking her. His fingers then drove into her cunt and pumped into her hard for a few minutes, until he could feel her orgasm mount. "Stand up with your hands behind your head and feet apart, please". She took a moment to gather herself before following his words. He hurried her with a firm grip on her breast as he lifted her from his lap, twisting the nipple as he did. She stood, breathing hard, and he placed the stool between her ankles to keep her legs open for him. The blindfold dropped her into darkness again, his hands gripped her tied wrists and placed them at the nape of her neck. She knew this pushed her breasts forward in a way he would not ignore. She was right as he slapped each one hard, making her gasp. He asked, "shall I stop now, honey?" She shook her head, making her soft hair swirl. "Do you give yourself to me, without knowing what I will do?" His voice was deep with lust and close to her ear. "Yes, Yes I do, sir." She spoke up, certain that she needed to go as far as he would take her, regardless of the cost. She accepted the stinging pain in her breasts and pushed them forward again as she felt him move around her. The flogger struck hard across her bottom, making her jerk, then again and again until tears started from her eyes. The cords were wrapping around the sides and he changed his angle, standing close to her front and reaching around her until the strokes were striking from above. A stroke brought the cords directly down the cleft of her bottom, she felt it hit her anus and perineum- such sharp pain made her squeal. Then the next went lower and wrapped under to touch the lips of her sex- this one made her yell, in a strangled voice. She felt him move away from the front of her body and the next blows stung her breasts- across the nipples and wrapping around her side. After several, she was weeping freely and struggled to keep her posture. She felt her strength ebbing yet her cunt was throbbing with need. She shuddered and swayed slightly. He moved away again, to the window seat, putting down the flogger then selecting the other item. She had not seen the spoon and could not guess what it was that slapped on her breasts, (once each) her bottom,.(once on each side) and lastly a firm slap to her wet cunt, which made her give up all control and slide to the floor. The strong arms that caught her fall, lifted her and placed her back on the bed. Her climax began almost as soon as his lips touched her cunt and continued to build for a long time as his lips and fingers explored her. Two, then three fingers were inside her while his other hand massaged her breasts and his tongue tormented her sore clitoris. After a very long time he rolled her on her side and entered her from behind, his hands on her breasts, his hot breath in her ear. She was floating as he urgently fucked her, taking his pleasure as he pleased. The orgasm he gave her made her drift back to sleep- she did not know if he came within her. -(;)- It must have been more than an hour later that she climbed back to consciousness. She stretched luxuriously and wondered where the pain was- surely his effort must have left marks and bruises? She felt an intense tingle in her breasts and bottom, but no bruise was evident. Her hand reached around to check, then felt his absence, which stopped the research. She eased her eyes open, to see the half-dark room and the door shut. The fan hummed as it worked against the rising heat of the tropical day. She could hear noises from the tiny kitchen and hoped he was going to feed her. She resisted the temptation to move to find what was happening. She loved the warm glow she was feeling- must be some serious biochemistry involved to feel this good! After a long-ish time the door opened and he sat on the bed. His voice was light and ordinary when he spoke. "Its time for breakfast, my beauty." The smells that came with him were powerful to her empty belly. "After we eat," he said, "I will wash you and dress you, then we will prepare for a day out with your friends, who have been waiting for you. I was greedy, to take you first, but now I will have to take my turn. When we return here I want you to be naked and silent for me again, but only for me. Do you agree?" His words were a statement, the only question was in his eyebrow which rose as he looked at her. "Yes, sir," she said and meekly followed him to the dining table.