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Candi could barely breath as he stroked her flesh. She'd watched the material fall away in shock. A moan escaped her lips, her head dropped back as he stroked her again. "I shouldn't," she said breathlessly.
"Candi, relax, you have no choice." He reached and turned pressing something to her lips. Candi opened her mouth to protest and couldn't believe it as he shoved a ball bag in her mouth.
"Mummmfff," she protested.
"Looks good on you," he said, looking down at her. She had a nice body, just as he'd imagined. Big, full breasts, rising and falling now with her anxious breathing. He took her left nipple between his thumb and forefinger, noticing how hard it was. "Someone's excited," he smiled.
Candi struggled to learn how to breath wth the gag in her mouth, then he touched her and she forgot how to breath at all.
All her body centered on her nipple and what he was doing to it. Then he started pinching his nails digging in. She gasped loudly but it turned into a long loud moan, garbled by the gag.
He squeezed her nipple harder, smiling down at her as he pulled it away from her body, lifting her breast. "Mmmmmmm he siad - we're going to have some fun with these."
Candi heard the words but she couldn't focus enough to comprehend the words until his finger freed her sensitive flesh. She met his eyes and again resisted by shaking her head.
"Tsk, tsk," he said, and pinched her nipple hard enough that her eyes bugged and she grunted into her gag.
Candi's eyes shut tight as he lifted her breast by the nipple. Suddenly a light stroke of his other hand across her body made her eyes open wide. It was all too confusing. How could such a light carress be so intense when the pain he was causing should overwhelm it?
"You see," he said, pinching one nipple and stroking the other, "I hold it all in my hands, pleasure and pain. And when we're through you won't be able to tell the difference, or at least won't care."
Candi heard the words. The idea that he could control her so completly caused a shiver to run through her body with a violence that she knew he could feel.
Candi slowly allowed herself to feel the pleasure, she pushed the guilt away. As he had so clearly stated she had no choice. He released her nipple then grasped it again. The pain washed over her, it shocked her that the sensation seemed to be pulling something deep out of her. It couldn't be right that the pain was causing her excitement, sexual excitement of a kind she'd never experienced before.
Wesley stood up and exhaled. There was no need to rush. She made a tentative noise through the gag, unsure of what he was doing, of what would happen next. Good. He bent down and kissed her left nipple, then the right, and she moaned, squirming in her bonds. He stood up again and looked her body over. "Let's have some fun," he said, rubbing his hands together.
Candi struggled as he turned away, the sound of his voice the glint in his eyes. What was he going to do to her. She felt the strength of the bonds and finally settled back into position on the bed. He turned…she saw the many tailed flogger in his hand.
Candi tensed, arched, shifted, she wanted to scream no. She shut her eyes and waited for the pain…nothing, just the air moving over her naked flesh, the blood pounding in her abused nipple. She slowly opened her eyes. He dropped the soft tails of the whip onto her flesh gently and stroked her. The gentle strokes from her neck down, the across, the way the teased her flesh, her nipple, her inner thighs. She struggled moaning needing the touch between her thighs to be stronger, substantial not this air touch of fairy wings.
Wesley enjoyed her anticipation, enjoyed the familiar feeling of power, perfectly content to just let the tendrils of the flogger trail over her fair skin. Candi's friend had been right about her. This was something she needed. He focused on her breasts, holding the flogger up so the tails just tickled her nipples, and he saw how she arched her back. It became a little game, her arching, him pulling away. After a moment, she got frustrated and shot him a look, one with some attitude. Wesley stared back at her and then, without expression, brought the flogger down hard on her pussy.
Candi’s muffled screams accompanied the sharp staccato slaps of the flogger against her defenseless pussy. She found herself slipping into a fog then Wesley popped the gag out of her mouth.
Candi sucked air in till the flogger met her pussy again. “Thank me,” he growled with a power that rocked her confused mind. “Thank me, Candi or it will only get worse.”
Screams and gasps prevented a clear statement but after the first proof he was series she managed to mangle the words but force them out. “Thank You. Thank You. Stop, Thank you, gawd, please!!!”
Wesley grinned. "Now we're getting somewhere." He held the flogger to her lips. Candi looked at him quizically. "Kiss it. When I put something to your lips you kiss it."
"B-but, you want me to - "
Wesley quickly withdrew the flogger and struck her acorss the nipples, then twice more in the pussy, maing her howl with pain and lurch against her bonds.
"That's how I feel about hesitation, Candi. Care to try again?"
"Please," she begged, "Please let me kiss it."
Candi generously kissed the leather handle dropped to her lips. Her eyes held his trying to read exactly what he wanted. He shifted the handle forcing it between her lips.
"Thank it," he ordered, pressing it in.
Candi licked out not knowing what else to do, she kissed against it and then sucked. The leather tasted so strange in her mouth. His eyes bore into her as she worked.
"Good girl," he said slowly lifting it away from her mouth.
"Now not a word will pass those lips without permission. Not one."
Candi nodded, her mouth working her jaw to relieve the tension. Her air coming in quick sharp gasps. Her entire body throbbed, she shifted and moaned. He smiled down at her and tossed the flogger on the bedside table.
He walked down to the foot of the bed and got down between her legs. She strained her head up, looking down the length of her body to see what he was up to, and started to say something before she caught his eyes and remembered the rule. He smiled - she was starting to get it. Then he kissed the instep of her left foot.
Candi couldn't believe the intense sensations washing over her from just his light touch. She watched as he slowly moved over her feet and legs. How could just this simple touch be so overwhelming.
Her head dropped back as she bit her lip to stop a moan from escaping. A sharp hard bite brought her head back up. "I want you to watch." He said with a grin as he started again.
The strain of holding her head up started to wear on her but it seemed to intensify the sensations.
He kissed his way up her leg, his tongue runing along her calf and inner thigh, and he heard her wimper as he got close to her pussy. It was wet and she smelled wonderful. He kissed her pussy and flicked his tongue inside her and a long, loud moan escaped her lips, her head thrown back despite his command.
"I said you were to watch," he said, then bit her labia.
“Ahhhhhhhh,” Candi screamed fighting to pull her head up. The pain was overwhelming, her neck, her shoulders, now her pussy. Oh gawd he was licking, “Oh gawd, I’m going to cum!”