slave louise was certainly a sight to behold: Clothespins on her tits and pussy lips, a rubber dildo tightly tied in her mouth, a butt-plug firmly imbedded in her ass; all while locked into the stocks. Oh how Doug would love to see that real estate lady in the same position.

The dominant man thought a minute, walked over once again to where the whips hung, and this time selected the riding crop. This wiry thin implement would be perfect for what he had in mind.

Right off, he couldn't resist giving her right hind cheek a short swat. Since she couldn't see behind her, the sudden jolt surprised the locked-in lady so much she screeched into her cock-gag, while allowing the plug in her ass to slip a bit. "Don't drop that butt-plug slave!" Doug admonished, while giving the other cheek a shot with the crop. Evidently she was expecting that one, for the response wasn't nearly as demonstrative.

Knowing how sensitive the insides of her thighs are, Doug eased the flat head of the crop between her splayed legs, resting it right against the soft skin. Hearing her gasping reaction, he lifted the instrument away, then quickly THWAPED her hard, leaving a red implant on the spot. Yelping into her penis-gag, she shook her body trying to ease the searing pain. The man waited a minute, then repeated the THWAP on her other inner thigh. Identical reaction.

Then allowing the pain to subside, he decided to give her a reward. Sticking his finger between her legs, he found her clit and massaged it slowly. Soon her sighs turned pleasurable.

He smiled. His lady was really getting into this, he thought as he flicked each of the clothespins with the head of the crop, drawing instant yelps. Of course he rewarded her again. The river between her legs had turned into a fucking ocean.

Maybe they could spend the rest of the hour playing like this?