Popular Post WhippedAndPegged Posted March 31 Popular Post (edited) I knocked on the door of the flat. It was opened by a woman with messy hair and bare feet, wearing a dressing gown. “You’d better come in,” she said, quietly. “Mistress is waiting.” She closed the door behind us, slipped off the dressing gown, and hung it up by the door. Her pale, naked skin bore the marks of whippings, some recent, some faded. ”Get undressed and clean yourself out in there,” she said, pointing to the bathroom. “Mistress will see you in the study. Don’t keep her waiting.” She opened the door of the study and went inside. I undressed and cleaned my hole, and applied plenty of lube in anticipation of what was to come, then I knocked on the door of the study and waited. ”Enter.” I opened the door and stepped inside. Mistress was sitting at her desk, smartly dressed. The slave girl who had let me into the flat was standing beside the door, her head bowed. ”Come forward,” commanded Mistress, standing up. I stopped in front of her desk, and she walked slowly around me. She was wearing a very short skirt and a very thick, knobbly, strap-on dildo. ”Feet apart. Hands behind your head.” I obeyed. My genitals hung bare and exposed between my thighs. Mistress turned to the slave girl who was standing by the door, and clicked her fingers. Before I realised what was happening, the slave girl came up behind me and kicked me in the testicles with her pretty, bare foot. I leaned forward, groaning as the sensation spread out from my testicles. ”Hold your position,” ordered Mistress. I stood up straight. She clicked her fingers again, and the slave girl’s bare foot once again slapped against my scrotum. This time I managed to remain upright. ”That’s better,” said Mistress. “You will hold the position until you are told otherwise.” ”Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress.” Mistress took a leather strap from her desk and uncoiled it slowly. She walked around me a couple of times, and then swung the strap. My buttocks burned intensely, and I struggled to maintain my position. ”Thank you, Mistress,” I gasped. She placed a dozen strokes in total on my buttocks, back, and thighs, then put the strap down. ”Tina,” she said to the slave girl, “lie on the desk, spread your legs for him to lick you.” As Tina got into position, Mistress gently rubbed my whipped back. ”I’m almost impressed with the way you took your whipping today. Almost.” ”Thank you, Mistress.” ”Now, bend over the desk and lick her out. You shall be pegged until she comes.” I bent over and began to lick Tina’s vulva. She had evidently not showered for a few days, and the smell was intoxicating. I felt the tip of the huge dildo resting on my hole, and tried to relax as much as possible before Mistress thrust it into me. Tina took a long time to reach her climax, perhaps because she was uncomfortable lying on the wooden desk, or perhaps because the dildo thrusting in and out of my body was distracting me from my work. When she eventually came, moaning sweetly and wrapping her legs around my body, Mistress stopped thrusting and slowly pulled the huge dildo out my gaping hole. ”Stand up,” she commanded. As I obeyed, I felt lube and water dribbling down my legs. ”Thank you, Mistress.” ”You’ve done slightly better than I’d expected. You may kiss my feet.” I got down on my hands and knees. Mistress was wearing strappy high heels, so I was able to kiss each of her toes. ”That will do,” she said after a few seconds. “You may go.” I stood up. Tina followed me out of the study and closed the door behind us. She watched me with a smile on her face as I got dressed, and gave me a perfunctory kiss on the cheek as I left the flat. I walked to the station, with my legs still uncomfortably wet, and got on the train, wondering what the other passengers would think if they knew where I’d just been, and what secrets they might have of their own. Edited March 31 by WhippedAndPegged
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