Maria coiled the braided leather whip in
her left hand and eyed Slave Rob from head to toe. She had Rob
stretched naked in the doorway of an outbuilding on June Fox’s
waterfront property, his wrists high above his head in steel cuffs,
attached to an iron ring, and his toes barely touching the ground. A
set of parallel welts ran across his back and side from the single,
powerful lash she had given him with her whip moments before. Rob
continued to cry and beg her not to continue with the whip, but Maria
paid no attention to his pleas. It was as though she were in a trance,
completely absorbed by her dominance over Rob, her total control of him.
Maria eyed his nude body up and down, picking the place for her next
blow to land. “It’s just a second lash,” she said to herself,
convincing herself that June Fox would not mind if she punished Rob on
her own without waiting for June to return from the afternoon of
shopping with her friends. She uncoiled the whip and slightly parted
her jean-clad legs. Then she raised her whip arm over her head, making
her t-shirt ride up revealing her bare abdomen, with the material of
the shirt stretching across her chest and making the line of her
breasts appear clearly.
At the moment she was leaning into her motion to whip Rob, out of
nowhere, music began to fill the air. It was the jingle of the cell
phone in Maria’s jeans ringing. Startled, she took a moment to orient
herself before reaching into her pocket to answer it. A prayer of hope
flashed through Rob, a chance that this call would spare him. “Hello,”
Maria said, still catching her breath. “Hi, Maria, it’s June. I tried
the house number but got no answer so I called your cell. I just wanted
you to know I’m running a little late with the girls. I should be back
in about an hour with Linda. She’s got a place she thinks I will want
to buy, an island that’s up for sale, so she wants to show me some maps
and pictures and things. Are you doing okay with Rob?”
“Well, Ms. Fox, not really. Rob had a temper tantrum when I was having
him do some painting, and, well, I have him ready here for you to
punish when you get back.” “What do you mean, ‘have him ready’?” June
asked. Maria explained that she had Rob strung up in the doorway out
back ready to be whipped. June, more than curious, asked Maria to snap
a picture with her cell phone and send it to her, which she did. “Looks
like you’ve already taken a swing at him, my dear,” June said to Maria.
“Yes, ma’am, I did. He was so bad he deserved it.” “Well, Maria, don’t
wait for me. If Rob’s been that bad and you think he deserves to be
whipped by you now, just go right ahead. I’ll be back by 3:30. Call me
if you need me…”
Maria flipped her cell phone shut, coiled her bullwhip, and smiled.
“Well, Slave Rob,” she said, looking into his terrified eyes, “Ms. Fox
told me to whip you hard right now and not wait for her to come home
with her girlfriend Linda. So I guess it’s time for a full whipping.
Are you ready?” she asked with a devilish smirk. Then commenced a
lashing that Rob would never forget. “A ‘fucking bitch’, is that what
you called me?” she seethed. Maria had full license to punish Rob, and
so she pulled out all the stops and whipped him for all she was worth.
She had slapped him a couple of times before but had always felt
inhibited about going further. Now she felt total freedom, and it was
liberating and exhilarating.
Rob dangled helplessly from his cuffs and twisted trying to avoid the
worst of the whip. He screamed in pain and cried out begging her to
stop, but Maria continued to lash him without mercy. She grew hot
whipping him, so overheated that after a few dozen lashes, she stopped,
pulled off her t-shirt and slid out of her jeans – she wore no bra –
and resumed the whipping wearing only her white panties. Rob had seen
her naked before, in June’s bathroom taking a shower, but the sight of
her breasts aroused him and, despite the agonizing pain from the whip,
his penis grew erect. This offered Maria a new target, which she struck
several times, and it also exposed Rob’s balls to her lashings.
By 3:30, Maria was done with him. Rob was alone now at the outbuilding,
slumped nearly unconscious and hanging limply in the doorway from his
bound wrists. Maria was back in the house, dressed and preparing coffee
for June and Linda, who arrived right on time. Linda spread her maps
and photographs out on the kitchen table and June, putting on her
reading glasses, pored over them, drinking her coffee and nibbling on a
cookie Maria had set out. “Where’s Rob?” June asked, noticing his
absence. “Have you straightened him out?” she asked, grinning at the
double entendre and wondering if Maria would catch it. “Oh, he’s
hanging around outside. Want me to go fetch him?” Maria asked. “Not
now, there’s not enough time. Linda’s going to drive herself back to
her real estate office and then come by on her boat and maybe take me
over to this island she thinks I should buy. It looks really good –
about five acres, with a well and room to build a house. It only takes
about 30 minutes to get there by boat. I’m really excited about it!”
Linda left and drove back into town, leaving June in the kitchen with
the brochures and about an hour to kill. She looked through the
pictures again, showing them to June, and then she walked out to the
outbuilding. There she found Rob, still hanging from his cuffs and
looking pretty bad. June ran her hands along his body, feeling the
welts on his back, ass, and legs. She undid his wrists, but not his
cuffs since she did not have the key, and Rob fell to the dirt in a
heap. He was a mess, with welts all over his body. She wanted to clean
him up, but she was in her nice clothes and did not want to get them
dirty. So she filled a bucket with water from the faucet and tossed it
over him. She left him on the ground to dry and walked back into the
house, telling Maria to go fetch Rob and put him to bed. Maria went to
get Rob a few minutes later. He was still such a mess she led him
inside and upstairs to her bathroom, where she put him in the shower
stall, climbed in herself after stripping, and scrubbed him clean. When
he was dried off, she led him into her bedroom – the guest room she had
been staying in lately – and tied him to the bed, face up.
As she was finishing the last knot, binding his ankle to the fourth
bedpost, June called up to her, “Linda’s here with her boat. I’ll be
back by 7:30. Can you have dinner ready then, including for Linda?”
“Sure thing, Ms. Fox!” Maria called back. Maria walked to the window
and watched June walk across the grass over to the small dock on the
other side of the outbuilding where she had whipped Rob. Still naked
from the shower, she rubbed her nipples and felt a sense of excitement
while replaying a movie in her head of giving Rob his punishment.
When Maria saw the boat pull off from the dock with June and Linda on
board, she turned back toward the bed to which she had Rob tied
tightly. She placed her hand on his chest and felt his heartbeat as an
exhausted Rob drifted in and out of sleep. She lowered her hand to his
abdomen, which she felt tighten at her touch. Then down to his penis,
soft now and covered with red welts where the whip had struck. She
stroked slowly down his shaft to his balls, which she cupped; and then
back up his shaft. Slave Rob moaned softly. Maria repeated the stroking
once, and then a second time and a third. Slowly she built to a rhythm,
and slowly Rob grew an erection that Maria held firmly in her grip.
Maria loosened her grip and climbed up on the bed over Slave Rob,
straddling his chest. Slowly she inched forward on her knees until her
cunt was directly over Rob’s face. “Lick,” she commanded. Rob was not
about to disobey her; he knew Maria would not hesitate to drag him back
outside, string him up, and resume bullwhipping him. So he put out his
tongue as far as it would go and began performing cunnilingus on her,
pushing his tongue through her black forest softly, at first and then
harder.
After she had come twice on Rob’s tongue, she slid down and put Rob’s
erection into her cunt. Rob was torn by two desires: to grab Maria and
fuck her brains out, and to grab her and strangle her for whipping and
torturing him. But he could do neither, strapped tightly to her bed.
She was still in total control, dominating him sexually. She rode him
long and hard, coming twice more herself before Rob himself came,
explosively, writhing on the bed and almost ripping the bedposts from
the frame. The bedposts held tight, as did his bindings, and so when
Maria rose from the bed to go downstairs to begin dinner, Rob remained
panting, tied spread eagled, with cum and Maria’s juices over his
abdomen and face.
Maria worked downstairs in the nude, getting dinner started and doing a
light clean up of the house while watching the news on tv. Just on
time, as she was getting dressed upstairs next to Rob, she heard June
and Linda’s boat pulling in. Maria woke Rob up, untied him from her
bed, and ordered him to clean himself up in the shower. Then she headed
down to make drinks for Linda and June. The two women talked all
through dinner about the Island – Linda suggested to June that she name
it “Fox Island” after herself, a name that caught June’s fancy. “You’d
have total privacy on this island, I can assure you, June,” Linda said.
“My goodness, you could do anything you wanted out there and nobody
would know!” A smile passed over June’s face as Linda said these words;
one passed over Maria’s face as well.
Upstairs Rob was pacing, nude but unbound, wondering if he would be
dragged downstairs and humiliated in front of yet another woman, this
real estate agent friend of June’s. That didn’t happen this time.
Instead Rob heard Linda say, “Goodnight. I’ll see you first thing in
the morning. Dress for rain!” Then Linda was out the door and back to
her boat, motoring away in the dark back to her home.
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