Sinful Surender: Her Master’s Whip

• * 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.
• **This is the second piece in the Sinful Surender collection, and it serves as a direct sequel to Bound and Broken.

Mr. Wade, have you seen the bedroom? When Mona laid down on the enormous bed, she did so with lust in her eyes, knowing full well what he was capable of and with the blessing of his wife. She, too, required a good thrashing.

While laying her stunning, toned body on the bed and looking up at him, she asked, toying with him,

“I must admit, Sir, I never asked you, but are you a Catholic?”

Michael approached her and excitedly unbuttoned his vest while declaring, “Yes, but I’m not practicing.”

Mona, who served as his assistant, had a reputation for being a total office freak. Despite her young age of 24-year-old, she was not your usual young woman, and to tell you the truth, how could she be while working for someone like Michael Wade? He never had patience for “usual” or “ordinary”.

He liked Mona but thought she rushed too quickly and was always warning her to slow down. In fact, it was Laura, Michael’s wife, who had a great deal of admiration for her, who urged Michael, after the one interview she had, that he hire her. One of the reasons Laura wanted to be with her was because of the unusual way she studied other people, how the young woman observed them. She was hoping to entrust Mona to his care.

Michael told her this as they mutually decided upon a course of action. Explore it while spending the night in a luxurious apartment reserved just for the event.

As they settled in, Michael started closely examining her form and her fit, well-defined body. He instructed her to sit up straight, remove her smirk, and look down at her tits. Her ghostly white, teardrop-shaped tits were crowned with the loveliest pink nipples. Michael had at least ten ways to make those magnificent examples’ owners suffer and alter them for good. She would give him unrestricted power. This wasn’t the office.

“Up!” Laura, his wife, appeared at the front door when he instructed her to look up at her.

“Hello, Mona, I hope you behaved well so far,” she said.

Mona was about to respond when Michael gave her a perfectly timed whiplash to the inside of her leg. As a result, Mona let out a small cry.

“When you need to count, when you need to use your safe word, or when you want us to stop, Mona, that’s when you open your mouth.” A visibly pissed Michael told her.

“Do you understand and concur?” Laura added.

Mona said: “Yes!”

“Now raise up and spread those legs,” Laura ordered, studying her submissive’s posture carefully.

“Arms raised,” Michael said, grabbing a little rope from his pocket and tying Mona’s wrists together before raising them over her head.

Mona was completely naked now, standing on her feet with her legs spread wide. Her lusty wrists were bound above her head, forming a capital “A” with her entire body.

Michael was overjoyed. Laura agreed as the two proceeded to work their way past the body of their assistants. Michael started by gently placing soft lotion on her pale ghost breasts, then tickling her most-sensitive nipples with his tongue, moistening them, before fastening wooden clamps to each of them. Mona exclaimed in delight as saliva began to accumulate in the corner of her lips as she opened her mouth and wondered, “What will you do to me, Sir?”

“Did I not warn you?” Michael struck her across the face in frustration.

Michael felt Mona up, rubbed his whole hand between her legs, and thrashed her open pussy before gently stroking her with his whole palm. With a grin spreading over her face, Laura began massaging Mona’s ass as Michael took hold of her bound hands and commanded her to the floor.

“Oh,” said Laura carefully, “We can work with this.”

Mona’s breasts were clamped down while she lay on the floor, this time with her legs propped up and her wrists bound behind her back. She appeared to be in a great deal of pain, if not outright anguish, yet she said nothing. Not even a hint of a thought emerges. It wasn’t because she agreed to it, but rather because she enjoyed the thrill of having complete control over her body taken away from her.

Michael felt dampness on his index finger as he explored Mona’s bottom and pussy.

With a smug smile on his face, he said to his wife Laura, “I think our girl is ready, honey.” He then proceeded to show Laura the woman’s wetness.

“You want it, don’t you?” Despite knowing that her submissive would not answer, Laura nevertheless asked. “ You’re a dirty little slut for wanting it that much. You can count on me to make you beg; I won’t let you get off without it.”

Michael had complete control of his young mistress’s body, with his left hand pressed into the back of Mona’s neck, driving her to the floor. He would spank her already-red buttocks with his right hand while fingering her hole and shouting nasty things into her ear.

“You like this, don’t you?” “You little slut, you’re dripping wet, and you can’t hide,” he whispered into her ear.

Laura couldn’t help but masturbate frantically in front of them while Michael stroked his tongue between Mona’s appealing pussy lips.

Mona could be heard groaning after he was through with her pussy, trying not to speak as his tongue motion aroused her so very much, just as Laura masturbated ferociously inches from her face, gazing down at her.

Michael then stood up, grabbed his wife’s neck, and kissed her forcibly before slapping and spitting in her face.

“Good bitch!” he said, slapping Laura’s still-damaged breasts from the night before.

Laura almost burst out screaming, but she maintained her ground and stepped over to assist Mona with her hunger for wet holes, licking all of her exquisite drippings.

Mona was turned on her back, her hands remaining behind her, much to her displeasure, while Michael held her and massaged both of her exposed breasts, stroking his fingers around her clamped nipples before slowly releasing them.

The young woman screamed as the anguish unleashed from her tormented nipples shook her brain. Michael was delighted with himself as he continued to massage her breasts while holding her neck with one hand.

Laura began crawling on her knees to her master’s side as she finished her duties, swallowing her younger assistant’s juices, her lips now sloppy and soaked in her fluids. Laura stared at him down and began unbuttoning his jeans, sliding her hands around his fully erect member like she had hundreds of times before. As she tightened her grip on his testicles, she crushed them with her palm, causing an unexpected Michael to react and slap Mona’s tits in delight.

“Oh fuck,” he yelled with glee as Mona screamed in agony.

Michael began passionately kissing his lovely young assistant, his cock now deep in Laura’s mouth as she sucked him hard and fast. Laura’s knowledge of her husband’s reaction offered her a significant tactical advantage in the field; she squeezed her lips together and slid her tongue around his cock in precisely the right way to cause him to fire off a rapid series of shots. When he sensed he was going to shoot his load, he thought his prize belonged to his younger mistress, so he quickly removed his cock from his wife’s mouth and placed it on Mona’s face.

“Yes!” shouted Mona as she realized what was going to happen. “Please come all over my mouth,” she implored as Michael’s sperm coated her face and neck, resulting in thick, savory pleasures that the two ladies would soon enjoy in a lengthy, passionate kiss right in front of their master.

He let go of Mona’s wrists as he enjoyed the two women softly kissing and sharing his heated juice between them. Oh, he wasn’t through yet. No, he was only giving the two ladies a minute to themselves.

“We’re going to play a game,” Michael, who had recovered, remarked, motioning for Mona to sit on her knees.

“Now open your mouth,” he said quietly into her ear.

“Open,” he ordered again, gently positioning his whip between her jaws and directing her to float her hands around the shape of the whip but never touch it regardless of what happened.

What a sight she was, on her knees but mostly trying not to sit on her ass since it was still red and stinging from all the spanking, her chest pulled forward, her gorgeous breasts exposed, and her hands wide and levitating just under her master’s whip, perfectly positioned between her teeth.

Michael started making slow circles around Mona, who was doing her best to stay still while Laura delightedly fondled her breasts.

Then he said, “We’re going to play a game, Mona.” “With my whip in your mouth, you will gently climb to your feet.” “You will keep your hands around it but never touch it. If at any time you drop it or touch it with anything other than your teeth, you will be punished. Because I’m feeling merciful today, your punishment will be 20 lashes. You can divide your lashes between your breasts, ass, and pussy. You have to start from zero if you don’t count after each lash. If you don’t count correctly or loudly enough, Laura will receive your punishment.”

“Do you understand and accept?”

The directions were very clear, so Mona quickly said, “Yes, mmm, fuck, yes!” as bubbles started to form around her lips.

Michael told her to spread her legs as she gently rose up, still clutching the whip between her teeth. As she did so, she felt Michael seize her buttocks from behind as he shoved his tongue between them. He ate her asshole with considerable delight and hunger. At the same time, Laura slipped between Mona’s legs and began licking her pussy with all her might. She plunged her fingers deep into her vagina, almost tearing her, and pumped her with her bare hand while grinning with her whole mouth.

While Michael’s tongue mercilessly explored Mona’s asshole, Laura promised, “I’m going to make you drop that whip one way or another.” Laura’s fingers struck her pussy harder and quicker as the unfortunate woman writhed from Michael’s lips, exploring her entrance.

Mona tried to brazen it out, but the combination of sensations was too much for her, as she bit her lips and cried. The woman’s legs began to tremble as the two stroked tiredly around her genitalia to assist her in reaching blissful release.

“Ahhh, fuck fuck fuck, oh fuuuck!” she exclaimed, nearly convulsing from the incredible pleasure that had swept over her entire body.

Mona let out a piercing scream, collapsed on her knees in Laura’s arms, and wet herself, with piss streaming down her left leg and onto the wooden floor as her legs trembled from the anguish of the almost-forced orgasm.

When Michael saw her delirious, he quickly placed her in Laura’s arms. He and Laura reassured her trembling figure that everything would be OK. She was promised that she might stop at any time. After all, it was only a game.

“No, I agreed with the rules; I must see this through; I am not doing this for you,” Mona responded, her gaze fixated on Michael. “This is something I’m doing for my own selfish ends.”, “I want this,” she said again, as if begging them to continue.

“I simply don’t want you to rush into anything you’re not prepared for,” Michael said as he picked up his whip.

“I want this,” Mona stated again.

“All right, Mona, 20 lashings.”, “Where do you want them?” Michael inquired.

“Mmm, I want all of them on my ass,” Mona remarked.

“You can’t, Mona; split them among your pussy, ass, and tits.”

“Fine, Ten on my ass and Five apiece on my tits and pussy,” she responded, summoning her courage.

“Allright, I’ll start with your ass to get you warmed up a little.”, ”Laura will keep you safe.”, “Please place your body on the bed’s corner facing her,” he directed Mona.

She tenderly put her soft, lily-white tits on the bed linens while doing so, and strengthened her grasp on Laura, who was on the bed in front of her.

“You’ll be OK; these are rookie numbers,” Laura assured her.

Michael was not one to squander his time. He had already administered Mona’s first blow before his wife had finished her brief motivational speech: a strong whipping and a clean stroke directly below her buttocks, where her legs were vulnerable.

Mona yelled in agony, not expecting the pain to be so intense, and almost forgot to count: “Oh fuck.. oh fuck.. ONE!”

“Thought I’d give you a little wake-up call, sweetie,” Michael whispered as he aimed the second stroke of his whip.

“TWO!” exclaimed Mona, adding, “Oh fuck,” as bubbles formed at the corners of her lips.

“Three, four, five!” she cried, squeezing her already scarlet ass, grasping Laura’s wrists for support, and nearly channeling her mad anguish through her. She persisted, resisting the suffering until it’s very conclusion.

“Nine!” she yelled, preparing herself for the knockout punch. “TEN!!” she screamed, her ass shattered by the whip’s powerful stroke, tears streaming down Mona’s face.

“Nice work, darling,” Laura said as she stroked her gorgeous face.

“I need you up right now,” Michael remarked. “Place your butt on the couch here.”, “Laura, I need you to stand behind her and hold her hands.”, “You’ll get the whip if she moves.”

“I understand,” Laura said loudly. She remembered how ruined her tits had been the night before and prayed they would be spared today.

Mona’s teardrop-shaped, lily-white, beautiful large breasts were a great target for her master’s whip, as she sat on the sofa awaiting her fate while Laura held her from behind.

This time, he took his time, tenderly caressing her exquisite skin with the leather whip. Rubbing it gently across her breast areolas, Mona couldn’t take the strain any longer and started shivering, begging him to hit her.

“Please don’t tease me like this; I can’t take it any longer,” she pleaded, a little puddle forming beneath her as her pussy dripped moist in anticipation.

Sharp agony touched her left breast as the first strike made contact, plunging her into a world of strange and exquisite sensations she had no idea she could experience. It was unbearably painful, yet she stayed immobile, yelling “One!”

As the second stroke, a precise attack guided by her master, made its way beneath her right breast, she clutched her entire body in agony, almost breaking free from Laura’s clutches.

“FUUUUCK!” she screamed as the pain intensified, becoming more harsh and less sensitive.

“Two, two!” she shouted, burying her face in Laura’s chest, and she closed her eyes as she awaited her third lash.

The third and fourth blows came in pairs, hitting both breasts from different directions and leaving a beautiful scarlet mark.

Mona’s cries were muffled when her lips opened, and her speech was unintelligible. All that could be seen were hot tears streaming from her eyes.

She paused for a time before saying to Michael, “I’m ready; give it to me.”

And so he did. Mona had finished her task with the fifth and final stroke, both breasts at once, just above the areolas and almost in the center, in total harmony and sensual joy. As she yelled “FIVE!,” she told Michael she couldn’t take it any longer and begged him to spare her pussy, covering it with both her hands.

“I can’t take it anymore, Master Wade,” she cried, tears flowing down her cheeks as Wade instantly stops.

“Why are you concealing your cute little pussy?” Laura inquired, inspecting the young woman’s vagina with her thirsty tongue before climbing it with her entire mouth and pushing herself into Mona’s hot, gushing sex.

With Mona’s back to the wall, on the floor, her legs spread, and Laura’s lips planted between her legs, Michael could be seen arranging his whip, reading himself, to administer his final five strokes to his wife’s exposed, arched, and ready pussy.

Laura felt her husband’s whip have its first effect as a muffled cry burst out of Mona’s vagina while she was feeding on this young woman’s secretions, putting her face and tongue deep within her. Laura was deep within her pussy lips, and her voice was hardly audible.

She cried and screamed as she ate Mona’s pussy and Michael kept thrashing his wife’s cunt violently.

Mona was shivering and trembling from her sensations as the final blow landed on Laura’s cunt. She was standing on her hot, aching behind, staring at her whipped white breasts, which had now developed crimson lines.

Laura was on her knees, attempting to regain her composure; her ass was up, but she didn’t dare touch her pussy with her fingers since the agony was real and still quite intense. She giggled and looked up at Michael, thanking him for the amazing joys of the night as the two ladies gently began moving their lips and tongues around Michael’s still-erect penis. The night had come to an end, and this was only a final encore.

“I hope next time I’ll be more daring and push things farther.”, “For me, tonight was monumental.” With a kiss on his hefty chest and right hand, Mona whispered, “Thank you, Master Wade.”

Michael simply sat there enjoying these gorgeous specimens, already plotting his next night with the girls, while his wife was out of words as she was devouring Mona’s lovely breasts and smiling back at him. Only time will tell what adventures lie ahead for them.

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