EROTIC FICTION

The Sweet Torture Of Her Flesh

How did he know about my fantasy to feel pain and pleasure?

“So you like to play with your Womanizer?”

“Yes,” I answer, feeling the warmth spreading over my face.

“And I believe you have tried a couple of positions with it?”

I only nodded.

“Roll over and use your toy.”

I knew exactly what he wanted me to do.

Question was: what did he have in mind?

I positioned the Womanizer between my legs and rolled over onto my tummy, trapping the toy between my body and the bed beneath me. I folded my arms underneath my chest to support myself.

I stayed still, but almost jumped when his hand ran the length of my body, from my shoulder, over my back, down to my bottom and down my leg to my foot.

Then back up on the other side.

At first I was tense, not knowing what to expect, but gradually I relaxed under his touch.

“You will stay in this position until I tell you to move. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir,” I said, while wondering how long I could stay still with the toy huffing and puffing between my legs.

For a few seconds, the burning sensation across my bottom confused me.

Then I realized: the whip!

Lash after lash kissed my ass, and I found myself grinding against the Womanizer beneath me. So many times I had this fantasy, to be whipped while the toy sucked my clitoris.

To feel pain and pleasure at the same time.

Have I written about this before? I couldn’t remember. How did he know about this desire of mine? Did I tell him? I couldn’t remember that either.

Maybe he just… knew?

Like he knows so many other things long before I say it?

My mind snapped back to the pain as several lashes landed on my bottom in quick succession.

I pressed my cunt into the toy but almost instantly pulled away, as the vibrations were just too much.

Soon we found a rhythm in him whipping me and me fucking the toy.

Like a dance.

Pain and pleasure. Pleasure and pain. Wanting to stop. Wanting more. My orgasm built.

Each time a lash landed across my bottom, the pain almost made it disappear, and then it started building again.

Pain and pleasure each fought to win.

I wanted to risk it, so moved my hand to the toy to turn up the vibrations. He saw it and two extra hard lashes landed on my behind. I moaned, but I had already reached my goal.

I was now literally fucking the toy, bucking my hips. I longed for the next shot of pain, which couldn’t erase my orgasm anymore. It built with every lash, every vibration, every puff of the toy.

Just in time, I remembered…

“May I come, please Sir?”

“Not yet.”

More lashes followed.

“Please, Sir?”

“Please what?”

I knew he was buying more time, but I was running out. More lashes rained on my behind.

“Please, Sir. Please… may I… come? Please?”

“Are you begging, my sweet slut?”

More lashes.

“Yes, Sir. Please, please, please may I come?”

“You may.”

Having held back, it took several seconds and a couple of lashes more before my orgasm rushed through my body — from my toes and my head right to the center of my body.

My body stiffened as I rode the waves of pleasure.

It was only when I relaxed again that I realized he was sitting on the bed next to me, his hands following the same lines as they did before, stroking my body, slowly getting me down from my high.

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