"She is a joy to flog. The twins and Cunt would have called that a tickling, and asked when I was going to get down to business. Shall we go and see what Kitten and Cunt have been up to?"
"I can't remember when I had seen Kitten's eyes light up so much as when I told her you wanted her to top Cunt. Kitten is a natural dommie. She's been doing quite well with Baby. Hasn't she, Baby?" Master asked as we reached the door on the far side of the room.
"Yes, Master," I answered. Sir Brendan knocked once on the door and we heard Kitten invite us to enter.
The door opened into a bright red box of a room about twelve feet by twelve feet. There strung up from floor to ceiling, was Cunt. His red leather pants blended in with the paint. My eyes were drawn to his member which was leather ringed, bound and chained to the wall in front of him, holding it at a 90 degree angle from his body. Another ring circled tightly around his balls.
His sweat glistening chest was crisscrossed with thin red welts and he was panting hard. Kitten stood to the left of him with an Ashlar in hand.
My eyes traveled up to his face. His features were a mix of pain and pleasure.
Seeing Sir Brendan, Cunt opened his mouth as Kitten brought the wood down on his stomach, right below his belly button. The words he was about to speak turned into a yelp.
"You will not speak unless you are spoken to. I thought you understood that," Kitten said as she added another line just a little below the first.
"Yes, Mistress," he rapid reply.
There was a bench that ran the length of the room and we moved over to sit.
Cunt kept darting looks back between Kitten and Sir Brendan as Kitten spoke, "Cunt's stiff, bloated prick and two low hanging nuts are what I am going to work on now." He flinched as she said this, and groaned as he started to pull away from her but his cock did not follow and he groaned louder. Kitten reached over and twisted his right nipple. "Cunt still doesn't think a mere woman can top him, but he's learning how wrong he is." She rubbed her thumb over the tip of his cock. "Look at his exposed vulnerable head, ready for my pain or pleasure." She grabbed him by the balls and caressed them with her thumb asking; "To whom do these belong?"
"You, Mistress"
She stepped back and swung the Ashlar again. "Good answer, my bitch."
I thought, one hand for pleasure one for pain. Master had used that technique on me. Master pulled me onto his lap, my back resting on his chest and my legs draped on either side of his. He spread our legs apart and cradled my pussy in his hand, stroking it as we watched Kitten.
Kitten rubbed the Ashlar up and down the length of Cunt's cock before slammed it into his stomach. Another groan and yelp followed. Each touch of the Ashlar made a horizontal line just a hair's breath below the last. She was alternating rubbing and lashing him. I watched as what should have been soothing touches made him jerk as much as the Ashlar did
His head had fallen back with a low steady moan as Kitten's marks reached the root of his shaft. His body was swaying in the chains and his cock was bobbing. Then he whispered the word's Kitten had worked for…. "Please, Mistress".
She stopped and reached up to grab a handful of his hair and yanked his head forward. "You do not have my permission to cum, Cunt," she hissed. "We're just getting warmed up. The night is young."
She turned to the highboy behind her and picked up several clothespins. Pulling down on the skin on his balls, she attached them: making a circle around his ringed balls. He was shaking hard when she closed the last one. She stepped back as if to admire her handy work, only to lay a strike with the Ashlar on the base of his cock. The chains rattled loudly, echoing off the walls and mingling with his moans.
Master slid his finger into my wet cunt. I watched, mesmerized, as Kitten increased his pain. He pulled hard on the chains as he whimpered. I glanced over at Sir Brendan to find him smiling widely and he whispered, "Cunt is hating every moment of this, just as he is loving it, because he knows I want it."
I could tell by Cunt's cock that the pain Kitten inflicted aroused him intensely. I had never seen a prick get so hot.
She stopped and moved around in front of him, lowering her lips to the tip of his cock. She lavished wet kisses on it and licked down his shaft.
"Please, please" rolled around the room. She licked the prick's pain away, moistening it with her saliva. He cried out, "Please, Mistress, Please, Mistress" with each stroke of her tongue. She left his cock and began pulling off the pins one by one, sucking on the skin before removing the next. I saw his juices seeping from the tip. His eyes lock with Sir Brendan's and he mouthed, please, Master.
I glanced over at Sir Brendan who just smiled back at Cunt. With the last pin removed, Kitten kissed up his shaft before standing and turning to Sir Brendan saying, "I do not believe I have reached Cunt's limits. Would you verify that for me, Sir Brendan?"
Cunt turned to Sir Brendan who confirmed Kitten's belief. Sir Brendan was staring straight back into Cunt's eyes when he spoke, "Cunt will last as long as you wish him to, Kitten." Cunt gave a curt nod.
Kitten walked back over to the highboy and picked up a dildo on a rod. She moved over to stand in front of Cunt as she twisted the rod to lengthen it. Holding the dildo up to his mouth, "Lick it cunt, make it wet, because from your tongue, this will go in your ass." He licked the length of the rubber appendage from bottom to top before slipping it into his mouth.
I wondered how wet he was actually going to be able to make it, I knew I was parched just watching him. I licked my lips as he rubbed his over the dildo. Kitten pulled it out and walked around behind him.
Pushing his left cheek out she positioned the tip on his anus. I watched as he arched forward, the chain losing its tautness. His lips were hard pressed together and the determination not to make a sound as Kitten did her worst to his ass was blatantly clear. Twisting her wrists she pushed into his hole. His jaw muscles twitched but not a peep came from him. Once the rubber cock was in, she lengthened the rod so that it fit snuggly into a cup in the floor between his legs.
Kitten moved around and pressed her fingers on his chest moving Cunt back, and impaling him further onto the dildo. She tested the chain by plucking it.
"That made a really nice sound." She plucked it a few more times before Cunt let out a loud groan, which caused Kitten's face to lighten up with a smile. "That's it, Cunt, you want to cum, don't you? But you can't, because I won't let you. Me, little Kitten, won't let you." She twisted both his nipples hard before continuing, "We're going to use this." She held up a sixteen-inch rectangular studded paddle, flexing it between her hands.
Moving to the left of Cunt she brought it down hard on the lower part of his ass. He strained forward moaning only to swing back into the dildo. Kitten continued to apply the paddle, the rocking forward on his toes and then back on to the cock had Cunt panting hard. His dick twitched and his body was writhing in the cuffs.
Sir Brendan stood and walked over to Cunt's right and wrapped his long fingers around the throbbing shaft as Kitten continued to lay one stroke after the other on Cunt's ass. Tears were flowing freely down his cheeks and he mumbled something incoherent when Kitten stopped and brushed her hand lovingly over his now red inflamed rear.
Kitten stood directly behind him as Sir Brendan said, "Why don't we have some refreshments and you can finish him off after, Kitten? Cunt's not going anywhere, and I believe we could all use a nice drink and some dinner."
Kitten patted Cunt's ass, "Yes, I could use something to eat, Baby and I haven't eaten since we got on the road this morning. Hang tight, Cunt, we'll be back in a bit." She set the paddle down on the highboy before moving toward the door.