Sinful Surender: Bound and Broken

** Please be aware that this story contains mild to moderate BDSM (whipping, consensual corporal punishment, and submission). All of the characters are mature consenting adults.

As Laura prepared to face her punishment, she was on her knees with her hands behind her back and her braless breasts completely exposed when she quickly responded, “Yes, I’m ready.” Laura was preparing to receive her punishment.

On that bright and sunny morning in September, Michael had a wonderful disposition. He drove his flashy sports car and wore a suit of vivid blue color when he arrived at his place of work. Just before that, he went to one of those hipster coffee shops to get a lovely flat white and plan his day while listening to music. Michael was easily swayed by anything that was appealing and of high quality. He never had anything less than the most exquisite examples of each and every kind of item. He always had many popular subjects to discuss, including automobiles, ancient art, vacations, food and drinks, movies, books and his favorite, fine women.

As he drew into the parking area at his place of employment and stepped out of his bright orange Porsche, he suddenly remembered that he had forgotten to give Laura some water. Given that he would not be back until later in the day, the poor woman may end up suffering. Laura, the darling, was cornered, bound, and tied up before being abandoned to serve out her sentence on the master bed. Yes, she needed a proper education in the traditional old-fashioned way. Laura, you see, was not at all a respectable girl. When Michael was flogging her tits a few hours back, he told her to put her hands behind her back, but after a few swift hits, she sort of, maybe a little, well, she used her hands. This irritated Michael a great deal since he told her to keep her hands behind her back. He had anticipated complete submission, but Laura did not give it to him.

So, what does the future hold for Laura? Her hands appeared to be restrained behind her back by a substantial belt. It was the only choice available. In point of fact, doing so was required. Oh, she wailed and pleaded with him, saying that she would obey him, which she ultimately did. But in the end don’t they all?

On the other hand, Laura needed to be taught a lesson. In what other context would she have the chance to serve as Michael’s submissive? She had a profound understanding that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Her mind was messing with her and giving her a hard time. So she then got down on her knees, put her hands behind her back, cheerfully accepted her imprisonment, loudly and clearly repeated her safe word, and counted out loud when Michael told her to do so.

“Do you understand that I will be giving you fifteen more strokes on each boob as a consequence of the disobedience that you have displayed?” The expression on Michael’s face made it very evident that he was displeased with the disobedience of his subordinate.

As Laura prepared to face her punishment, she was on her knees with her hands behind her back and her braless breast completely open when she quickly responded, “Yes, I’m ready.” Laura was preparing to receive her punishment. “Yes, you can count on me.”

As the first hit was delivered, Laura was making an effort to conceal her anguish, but all she managed to do was close her eyes and wrinkle up her face in an expression of pure, exquisite misery as a signal that she was ready for the second one. She let out a loud yell of “One!” as she closed her eyes in a manner that was almost reflective.

She handled the numbers two through five in a manner that was nearly identical to the first, but as soon as she finished saying “Six!” tears started forming in the outside corners of both of her eyes. Her lovely, big breasts appeared to be screaming in agony as they were being examined. It had gotten to the point where her nipples were beginning to turn red and were almost reaching a purple color, and she needed a break. Despite the fact that Laura was far from inexperienced, she had never attempted this before. Michael’s goal was to especially target her breasts and pussy since he was aware that these were the areas of her body that were the most sensitive, particularly her nipples. He also knew that these were the areas that she found the most attractive.

She cried and screamed in frenzied agony as the blows left marks on her pale white skin, which was now being marked with total and absolute pleasure by her master’s whip. Oh, how she wailed and screamed in frantic anguish as the blows left marks on her skin.

“Fifteen!” As she broke down, crying her eyes out, and nearly pleading with him, her voice was substantially lower than it had been previously.

She had fifteen strokes delivered to each of her breasts, and she was in agonizing pain after the experience. She was unable to do anything other than stand on her knees and beg for her master’s mercy since her wrists were chained behind her back and her knees were brought up.

Praying, exactly like the pilgrims did on the holy days of the year. She prayed with her eyes closed, and as she uttered her sacraments, tears streamed down her pale cheeks.

As Laura started to express her gratitude to her master, her eyes sparkled with self-assurance, and she came very close to kissing his hand mid-air. But while she was doing that, she discovered that her punishment was not even close to being done.

Michael spoke to her while he was kneeling in front of her, lovingly caring for her injured tits and gathering a few of her tears with his index finger: “Open your mouth,”

“All right, roll out your tongues so I can see how clean you are.”

“What?” Laura had a hard time understanding the new requirements from her master.

He continued, “I don’t want to repeat myself; you heard me the first time,” as he rapidly slapped her face with his hand, causing Laura’s cheek to grow crimson.

She stuck her tongue out and stared straight at him, her eyes turning red and filled with tears as she waited for his next move.

Michael began to feel her tender tongue with his rough, manly fingers. He caught it between his fingers and pulled it ever-so-gently while smiling at the whole experience. Her tongue was soft and delicate. So soft and tender that when he pushed it between his fingers, Laura let out a loud scream.

Laura endured. While her master prodded her exposed tongue with his left hand and softly caressed her clitoral region with his right, she experienced both agony and pleasure simultaneously.

Michael’s fingers gagged her and widened her cheeks as his other hand rubbed her exposed pussy. It was the only time she could speak because, the next thing she knew, Michael’s fingers were in her mouth.

“Yeah, even more.” “Yes, yes, yes!” she said. “Yes, yes, yes!”

His fingering turned into full-on pumping, which made her already-damaged nipples very hard.

After what seemed like an eternity, he finally pulled away from Laura, who had an instant of pure bliss, completely. He paused, leaving her in that position, bound and broken, unable to do anything about it.

Laura experienced a growing sense of exploitation as the hours passed and she remained confined to the bed, naked, all by herself. She persevered through the suffering in complete quiet, hoping and praying that her master would soon return. Her wrists were bound behind her back, and she was forced to kneel with her breasts exposed. She was acutely aware of her physical being and all of the peculiar and wondrous feelings it had. She was thankful that Michael took care of her tits by applying moisturizing cream since she wanted her battered breasts to be treated with tender loving care.

Back at the office, Michael was announcing to his assistant that he was to go back home, in a hurry.

“But, sir, you’ve only just arrived,” Michael’s lovely assistant pointed out.

“No, I’m taking the day off; it’s an emergency,” he remarked as he headed back to his car. “Are you ready for tomorrow night, tho?”

Mona, his thin and lovely aide, nodded as he proceeded.

While he battled his way through traffic to get home, poor Laura sat where he had left her.

Laura looked at him as he entered the house and the bedroom, asking, “What, baby? Back so soon?” Her voice seemed to be awakened by the dawn’s first rays. “Missed me already?” she chuckled.

Michael grabbed her from her sheath and cradled her in his muscular arms, his heart nearly melting at the sight of her little figure.

“Take me,” she asked, “ This is where I want you right now, right here.”

He kissed her and attempted to get her to unwind by saying, “You need rest and water.”

“No, I need your cock deep into me,” she whispered as she unbuttoned his pants, and used her legs to pull him close. He complied.

Michael softly caressed her, pushed his cock around her pussy, teased her, and smiled as he gently touched her, kissing her tender cheek that he slapped only hours ago.

“Laura, you’re still a very bad girl,” he whispered as he pushed his body into hers, gripping her tight, grabbing her by the neck and began fucking her.

“Mmm, you feel so nice,” she whispered, her legs wrapping around his body, bringing him in as each thrust landed on her pelvis.

“Yes, just like that,” she said as Michael, ever the sadist, grabbed one of her fragile nipples and squeezed it fiercely, just as he penetrated her deep into her walls.

Laura shrieked in anguish, her claws digging deep into his flesh.

“Oh, fuck, oh god, fuck!” she yelled, screaming her heart out, much to her spouse’s joy.

As he grasped her back, thrusting her deep and powerfully, she knew she was ready to come. She yelled a deep, joyful, euphoric cry, wrapping her arms around his back and sinking her face into his shoulder, out of control, shaking her entire body.

While recovering, she begged him to cum on her pussy as his groans became louder. He held both of her thighs in his hands and spilled thick, creamy cum all the way down to her pussy for her to savor.

Despite being bruised and pained, Laura offered a smile. She thanked him, adding, “Thank you, honey, you taste so nice, like always,” as she took a sample, a signature of hers.

Michael enquired as the pair reclined, nude bodies exposed in white sheets basking in the early morning hours of a strong golden sun:

“How about beginning with ten whips tomorrow to deal with this pussy of yours?” Michael inquired boldly, sliding his fingers all over Laura’s creamy, sticky pussy, which was coated in hot cum.

Laura thought, “Hmm, tempting, but I was chatting with your stunning young assistant yesterday, and we made arrangements to punish that little brat later tomorrow.”

Michael intended to add something, but the outcome exceeded even his greatest expectations.

“Yes, she confirmed today; she is prepared,” he continued.

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