Needing so badly, thinking I was going to lose it.
"Come, baby… come from being whipped let me see you come from taking a whipping…"
"Ohhhh… Ohhhh… Ooooohhh… Iiiii… Ee!"
And he knew once more just what to say and just how to say it.
I was going to come, all right… I was going to come and shoot my pussyjuice all over the leather saddle…
And he was going to make it happen…
He was going to afford me the pleasure…
If he didn't stop…
If only he didn't stop…
My naked pussy was brushing the leather, making it all wet… turning it into a real puddle…
And the more I rocked, the more I loved it…
"Ohhhhhh… Ohhhhhh… Ohhhhhh…"
Finally, I knew I was going to come…
I knew it…
And there was nothing he could do about it…
This time he wasn't going to stop… he wasn't going to be able to…
No…
Both of us were too far gone and too caught up in all that we were feeling…
Whack!
Whack!
Whack!
Whack!
"Beat me… ohhh… beat me… beat me Clifford… do it…"
I was crying and sobbing and humping, and then finally, I felt it…
At last…
A long, thick juicy spending!
I couldn't hold it back, no matter what.
There was just no way it was going to stop… not even if he quit spanking me, which he wasn't about to do, or whipping me with the belt into the current froth I was in.
No.
Nothing!
Nothing could stop me…
Except my own feeble limitations… my own chance to finally subside…
The saddle below me was soaking with my spending.
And I was humped over, pulled to the extremes by the bonds, sobbing.
"There there," Clifford said, gently patting my bloodied ass.
"Ohhhhh…"
"Try to get hold of yourself."
He was trying to be soft and soothing.
I couldn't believe it.
Quite a change from the monster he was only seconds ago.
But that was okay.
I'd accept it.
I'd take it and accept it, if that's what he had to offer.
And now…
Now there was nothing left for me but to let him untie my bonds, and then have my hands quickly done behind my back.
"God…"
"Yes, darling… there's more… kneel on the pedestal."
He had a small pedestal set up on the side of the horse.
I wasn't sure what it was for, except I knew that when I put my pretty stockinged knees on it, the cushions made my legs fell better.
That was something for me to be grateful for.
My hands were tied tightly behind me, and my lovely tits pressed against the warm leather of the saddle.
"Now what," I said humbly.
"Now, let's see… you've made quite a mess here… haven't you…"
I didn't have the benefit of any underwear, so when my pussy spasmed, it was all that I could do to get that thing soaking wet…
"Lick it dry. Use your tongue and lick that saddle that you soiled dry. Hurry up!"
There was an urgency in his tone which warned me, quite effectively, that any delay on my part would result in more punishment.
More of the same that I'd already experienced.
Well, what can I say?
I didn't want that…
I didn't want it at all…
So I made it my business to do exactly what he wanted…
I leaned over the saddle and stuck my tongue out as far as it could go…
And began to lick up my own juices…
It was indescribable…
Really…
They way I went over and did the thing…
I took long strokes of my stuff off it, and the flavor of the pungent leather, combined with my own dewy cum put a hot glow on my face…
I loved this latest humiliation.
Especially with Clifford watching, directing me, making me really take it nice and deep in the throat…
What was a poor girl to do?
I had no idea… really…
I wasn't sure what I should be doing now… except the more I licked, the hotter I was getting.
I could easily have lost myself in this little game… if it weren't for the fact that I felt his hands once more taking charge, grabbing me by the hair and yanking me backwards.
"That's enough…"
I was made to stand up, but only for a second.
Now, he turned me around on that stool, so that I was facing…
Him!
He was on a chair that looked more like a throne, his leather sheathed cock and balls before me.
"I want you to lick it," he said to me, pointing to his balls.
I didn't hesitate, not even for a moment!
I took this to be some kind of reward for a job well done.
And I didn't have to be offered it twice!
Hungrily, I leaned forward on my knees and began to lave his balls…
I licked them all around and put them, one at a time, in my mouth…
I sucked on them, gently drawing them to me… all the while letting them get filled with the warm bathing feeling of my saliva…
Soon, he was spreading his hot, thick thighs, and pushing his balls deeper into my mouth…
Until he couldn't take it anymore!
Yeah!
Now, he was pushing my head back and telling me it was time for him to get his cock sucked by me!
I swallowed hard.
I was ready for that!
I was ready to suck that big, juicy cock.
Slowly, I watched, helpless with my hands locked behind me, as he started to undo the stud buttons.
It seemed like forever before he revealed that thing to me… that glorious cock of his!
And it was quite a shaft!
I'd seen many a dick in my day, believe me, but nothing like this… nothing so massive and thick and straight…
It was like seeing God's cock, I thought to myself…
That's how much this man means to me… that's how much he's dominated my life.
And as he continued to undo himself, until the leather was lying at his side, his cock up in the air, he put one hand behind my head and guided me gently there.
"Lick," he said softly, looking down at me.
I looked into his eyes, and he seemed to like that.
He liked it when I looked at him.
Now, he watched as my hot tongue came out of my mouth, all hot and wet, and began to work him over…
Slowly…
Lusciously…
Really giving it to him…
I couldn't believe how good this was feeling… really…
And now…
Now, I parted my lips and was allowed, by him, by beautiful, wonderful Clifford, the supreme privilege of putting my lips on his dick!
God, how good that felt…
How warm and wonderful it was as I laved it and then, felt it entering my mouth.
I'll be so good to it, I told myself… I love it like a little child…
I let my… lips encircle it, sucking softly, nibbling lightly at the thick spongy flesh… I tried to force my tongue right into the little hole… and all the while I kept my eyes up to my master…
Clifford, my beautiful master…
Clifford, who was letting me suck his gorgeous cock…
Such a wonderful reward…
I could have hugged him for it, it felt so good…
More…
I wanted more…
I wanted more from him…
And I was going to get it…
Now, slowly, as the saliva dripped from my mouth and ran down that incredible shaft, I continued to lick and suck at his cock…
Slowly…
Lovingly…
I was taking it and sucking it and really coming down hard on it…
But not too hard!
Not hard enough to hurt or scratch the dear!
It was too precious and wonderful for that.
Oh, God, the taste, and the aroma… and the smell of it…
It was an intoxicant the likes of which I'd never known…
Not in this humbling position…
But perhaps, as I was on my knees, it occurred to me that this was the position I was born to be in…