I stuck it out as far as I could get it, until it was so deep inside of her that she was wriggling and twisting in sheer delight.
Her hands!
She didn't know what to do with them!
She was holding them in my hair, now stroking my face, now grabbing her own tits, all the while riding my face like a bronco rider on a wild steed. She couldn't get enough of me or my tongue… Nor me her…
I was creaming for her…
Creaming off the action of her pussy… Creaming for it and loving it…
And I knew she was going to come… I could feel it…
I could sense it…
In the hot roll of her body…
In the lovely caress of her smooth thighs…
In the feel of that thick latex on her calves, clutching my chest.
I was her sex prisoner, and I was loving this! More and more…
And trying to show her how much with my tongue…
So good…
It was so good…
Was there no end to it?
Was there no end to the pleasure I was getting, as much as I was giving?
Now, I knew she was going to come…
I could tell from the way she was moving… quicker now, jerkier, with the kind of force that was so delicious…
Yes…
Come on me…
Come on my face, just like the black man did. Come all over me…
"Ohhhhhh… Goooooooodddddddd…" She screeched as she spent her juices, sending multiple rivulets coarsing down either side of my face.
It was incredible…
I'd never felt so well-sexed in my life.
The more she came, the more I lapped, trying with everything I had to take as much of her juice up inside me.
It was so good…
I couldn't get over it… really… I wanted more…
More than she'd already given… As much as she had.
It was so good for me!
Now, she continued to sit on me, resting her ass-cheeks on my chin, as if deciding what she was going to do next.
Now, she slowly got off and leaned over and kissed me, tasting her juices on my breath. "I'm going to crucify you," she said hotly.
Crucify me?
What did that mean?
I wasn't sure, but I didn't like the sound of it at all…
She had that look again… and that sound in her voice…
She was going to do a number… that much was clear.
And it was going to come out of love, not hate. Which made it worse.
Now, she went to the wall and took down a frightening looking weapon.
It had all kind of grooves and rivulets on it, and I wasn't sure what it was for…
Until I saw that it was lightly spiked with rubber tips…
The better to whip the shit out of me!
"No," I said, softly… "Don't… not with that…"
"Yes…" she said, hotly. "It's for crucifying. And I only do it to my favorite slaves."
That was supposed to make me feel better, I guess, but it didn't.
Not really.
It only increased the fear I was already experiencing.
God, what was she up to.
She smacked the whip a couple of times in her palm, and then she started to let me have it. Hard!
Right across my thighs!
The pain… ohhh… God… the pain… if I can only describe it to you…
It was as if a million killer bees were suddenly let loose on me, to eat me out, to bite me to death!
The stinging was incredible… unbearable, and now she was working me furiously, whipping me with everything she had…
Whackkk!!!
Crrraaacckkkk!!
Smmmmaaaaackkkkk!!!
"Ohhhhhh… God…no… no more…" "Yes… more…"
"I CAN'T… TAKE IT…"
"You can take it… you can take it all… as much as I have to give you…"
"No… please…" "Yes… take it, bitch…"
Now, she opened up with both barrels, whipping and beating the shit out of me.
So good…
I couldn't believe that's how I was thinking. It was a combination of being so good and so bad at the same time.
I couldn't get over it.
My body flashed hot and cold, the chills overtaking the heat…
I was on fire… Really…
And didn't know what to do about it… It was driving me crazy…
Really…
And somehow, I couldn't cry out… I was too hot…
Too crazed…
And in the midst of the worst beating I'd ever gotten in my life.
She worked her way up slowly, so that now my poor, bare stomach was taking it, and after that, my tits…
Again…
As if they hadn't had enough already… now they were being subjected to this new punishment… And I loved it…
Loved the way it felt…
It was driving me crazy… Up to my face!
She smacked it with her bare hand, sparing me the length of pain the whip would have afforded… smacking me like Bogart did Bacall in the movies, palm, then back, then palm, then back… all the while increasing the pressure and making me take it… making me take as much as she had…
I was going out of my mind!
I didn't think I could take much more… And then I knew I couldn't…
I was going to come… I knew that…
I was going to come…
To shoot a hot load down my pussy… When suddenly, she stopped…
Just like that…
Her face was glowing with a mad heat! "Now," she said, slowly, "Now I'm going to put the finishing touch to you… I'm going to crucify you, bitch…"
My heart felt very heavy. What was she going to do? What was she going to do to me? I knew…
I was afraid, but I knew…
She got off the sofa and came to my side. She raised the whip over her head, as far as she could get it, and let it fall, right across my tits… hard and flat!
What a feeling!
It was like nothing I'd ever felt before! So hard and so piercing…
When she lifted the whip there was a red indentation right across my chest.
The first part of the cross!
And now I understood fully what she was up to. I knew now what she was going to do!
She raised the whip again and this time went behind me.
She let the thing fall, perfectly down the front of my body!
The cross was complete! I was crucified! "Ohhhhh… God… ohhhhh…"
I heard her heavy breathing as she looked at me, as he watched me writhe in pain. She was so excited by it!
She loved this.
From behind, she bent over, and even as I was moaning and twisting from it, she let her lips come down and kiss me… right on mine!
"Darling," she said softly, and then she was gone.
Leaving me there to take the pain… To lie in pain.
Finally, in spite of the spotlight that shone on me, I was allowed to fall asleep.
I needed it.
My body needed to somehow recuperate from the severe torture it was taking.
I'd never been so punished, so abused, and so… loved in my life.
I considered myself the luckiest woman in the world…
And the most punished woman too. What had I done to deserve any of it? Nothing, I decided.
I'd done nothing…
Except let myself be picked up by a woman who knew how to treat other women.
That was my good fortune.
And something I'm still grateful for. I fell asleep, pained but content.
When I awoke, I was in a room, somewhere, on a bed.
My hands were tied behind my back, but my legs were free.
I was able to turn around in the bed. I was freer than on the sofa, anyway. The door opened.
It was my mistress.
"I trust you had a good rest…" "Yes…"
"And you're ready for your next session?" I didn't say a word.
"Now, you'll come with me…"
She helped me come to a sitting position, and then to stand.
She led me by the collar and chain still around my neck to another room, where a large wooden chair waited.
It didn't look very comfortable.
I didn't think it was going to be something I wanted to sit in, but I soon found I had no choice. "Come, dear, don't keep me waiting, you know I don't like that…"