He took my feet and strapped them into the stirrups on either side of the chair, which spread my thighs obscenely wide. A few additional straps around my legs secured them open. I couldn’t even remotely close my thighs, even if I wanted to.
He leaned against my torso, pressing the thickness of his cock against my very naked pussy. I knew how big he was, but he felt even bigger than I remembered. My pussy tightened reflexively, imagining what it would feel like to be fucked like this.
I hoped I would find out.
He gently took my wrists in his fingers and lifted them over top of my head. I felt more restraints circle around them, securing them into place.
I was helpless once more, only this time he had complete access to my breasts and my sopping wet little pussy. This realization made me swallow in fear as I gazed up at him. My bottom burned already but the aching need deep in my core was quickly spiraling out of control. Every nerve in my body was prepared to fire at once with mind-rending pleasure. All he had to do was touch me just right and I’d shatter to pieces right in front of him.
He walked back over to the wall, touching a number of the smaller, thinner straps. He went through several before he chose one, running it through his fingers before looking back at me with an introspective expression that left me feeling entirely too vulnerable.
He strode back over to me with the strap swinging back and forth ominously in his fingers. I couldn’t peel my eyes from the narrow piece of leather and my
pussy clenched hard as I imagined what it would feel like as it struck my nipples.
His eyes had darkened considerably, his expression one of a predator about to ambush its prey. He’d descended into a place where I no longer knew what he would do next.
He felt dangerous and I liked that. Not knowing what was going to happen to me made me even wetter than ever.
My breasts felt heavy, my pussy soaked. My mouth was dry, and I licked my lips, trying to come to terms with what might come next. I tried to prepare myself for whatever was about to happen, but even I knew the effort was futile. My breasts were highly sensitive. My wet folds and aching clit were even more tender. When he strapped both places, I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold myself together.
He was going to break me, and I wanted it to happen. I wanted him to remind me that he was in charge. That he owned me, and he could use me however he wished.
He moved closer. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think.
Then he drew the leather across my pale pink nipples, just dragging the warm, soft implement across my skin in a gentle teasing motion. It felt good but I knew that wouldn’t last.
With a single flick of his wrist, the first blow struck my right nipple.
I thought I had been prepared. I was so very wrong.
Hot, delicious agony burst across my breast. It all centered on the engorged tip of my nipple, radiating down until it reached my core. I couldn’t stop the high-pitched whine from emerging from my throat. I tried to cope with the overwhelming sting when he snapped his wrist again, this time striking my left nipple.
Even though I knew what to expect this time, it was still just as terrible and maybe even a bit worse because I now understood what it felt like. My entire body tensed with the pain of those two strikes and I did my best to cope with it.
He spanked my nipples much more slowly than he had my backside, taking his time to line of the edge of the strap with the tips of my nipples. He moved with careful precision, each stroke just as terrible as the last.
By the fifth stroke, I could feel the tears returning. My breasts throbbed and I was terrified to look down, afraid that my nipples had reddened just as much as I felt like my bottom had.
I begged again. I pleaded for mercy, but the ruthless strap continued to punish my nipples. Nothing I said slowed his punishment and with every subsequent stroke, I could feel myself quickly losing control.
One tear fell. Then another. And another until I had really started to cry.
“I want you to remember this moment, little girl, the next time you think about being disobedient with me. I want you to remember how much your bottom burns from your spanking, how much more your nipples hurt from the strap, and how much your little pussy is about to hurt when I finally begin to punish that too,” he said as his fingers slipped between my legs, discovering the drenched folds that were waiting for him.
“I also want you to remember how very wet this punishment made you, Nina. I want you to think about that when you come for me shortly,” he murmured, and I shuddered with pleasure as his finger rolled over my clit.
The warmth of the leather pressed against my pussy and he slid it back and forth several times as he teased me with it. His caresses were soft and for a fraction of a second I forgot about my scalded backside and my burning nipples. I forgot about my tears and how cruel that little piece of leather could be.
I shouldn’t have.
With a quick flick of his wrist, the strap cracked firmly against my pussy and I was unprepared for the sudden onslaught of pain that radiated out from my core. The sting against my wet flesh was infinitely worse than anywhere else. In that moment, I lost all semblance of control. All I knew was pain and arousal and I couldn’t tell the difference between either one. The strap fell again, and a single sob racked my frame. It wasn’t long until the tears were rolling down my cheeks in abundance.
“I’m so sorry. I won’t disobey you again,” I pleaded. My voice was ragged with both pain and desire.
He didn’t answer and simply used his fingers to spread my pussy wide open, revealing my clit to his view.
“Please,” I begged. “Please don’t.”