Naked Submission

An eBook By Alex Jordaine.

"Well, I know what I don't desire," said Catherine.

"What's that, Mistress?"

"Making small talk with you," she said and picked up two ball gags. "Now, which one shall I choose - this blue one to match the color of your eyes or this red one to match the color your ass is going to be in a few short moments? This red one, has to be." She briefly knelt, placed the ball gag into James's mouth and buckled it into place behind his head.

'Good,' thought James. 'Mistress obviously intends to beat the shit out of me. I'll focus my mind exclusively on the pain - it'll take my mind off my worries.'

"Get onto all fours, slave," Catherine demanded. She took hold of a leather flogger, and, with only the most cursory of 'warm ups', went on to whip him hard on the back and rear. As she continued unremittingly, the heat of the punishment she was inflicting burned more and more painfully on his flesh.

She paused for a short while before switching to a cat-o'-nine tails, then continued whipping James relentlessly. On and on she punished him with this cruel implement until, eventually, she put it to one side, only to replace it with yet another instrument of correction.

"Kiss my riding crop," she said as she removed his red ball gag, and James immediately complied, pressing his lips to the leather tip of the crop. She began beating his backside with the crop and, once more, built up momentum all too rapidly, raining blow after punishing blow on his rear. He clenched and unclenched the cheeks of his backside trying to contain the intense pain he was suffering, but without success.

"Kneel up, slave," Catherine commanded next, her aqua-blue eyes glinting sadistically. She attached numerous red pegs to his nipples, inner thighs and scrotum and went on to amuse herself by flicking and twisting them, watching her slave's darkly handsome face wince with pain.

She next removed all the pegs with the exception of the four attached to his nipples. "I'll just whip these off for you," she laughed, then did just that. She literally whipped them off - with the leather flogger, the sound of the whip and her cruel laughter almost drowning out her slave's squeals of pain.

"Now, worship my feet," she instructed as she lay on the floor before him, pressing one of her lovely bare feet to his lips. James licked and sucked each of her toes and the heel of her foot, doing so as if his very life depended on it.

"The other one as well," she demanded, and he obeyed instantly with the same servile fervor, utterly absorbed in his task.

"Stand up, slave," she ordered next, getting to her feet as well. She saw that his shaft was ferociously erect and throbbing. "Put your hands on top of the cage and push your backside out."

She went on to beat his rear initially with a leather paddle, followed by the riding crop and finally the flogger again. She thrashed him with ever increasing savagery until the pain he was enduring had become a fury burning agonisingly into his flesh and he was on the point of begging for mercy. Then, she abruptly stopped.

"Thank you Mistress," James sobbed in relief. "Thank you so very much."

"What for?"

"For showing mercy, Mistress."

"Don't be silly, slave," she laughed dismissively. "I stopped because we've nearly run out of time, that's all."

"Mistress?" He didn't register what she meant for a moment, so deep into subspace had he ventured during the course of the savage beating he'd received.

"Our guests will be here very soon," she said, instantly bringing those anxious thoughts tumbling back into his head. She lay on the ground before him again and parted her legs. "Now get back onto your knees and bring me off with your tongue," she ordered and her grovelling slave complied, kissing his way up her thighs before pushing his tongue into her wet pussy and licking her to a noisy orgasm.

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