Quote Originally Posted by nikita
Hey Subwife,

Droolingly awaiting for part three...(tapping foot impatiently)...
Just for you Nikita
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As Master pulled into our drive, I reminded him to unlock the doors so I would be able to get out. Walking into the house, I put my purse on the kitchen counter and asked the gentlemen if they would like anything to drink. They both said yes and I brought them their drinks and then wondered what I was to do next when Sir said, “Slut, undress.”

My mouth fell open and I stood there hesitating. I looked over at Master as if hoping he would say something. But, Sir took a step towards me and said in a voice that left no room for arguing.

“What were you told?”

Swallowing heavily I replied, “To undress Sir.”

I slowly brought my arms to the hem of my top and pulled it over my head. Bringing my arms down I reached for the button on my jeans and undid them. Pulling my jeans down and then off I felt my face turn red.

“Kneel” Sir said
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As I knelt on the floor Sir went through the “toy” bag, took out the handcuffs and shackles, and bent behind me cuffing my hands behind my back and then shackling my ankles together. He stood and walked around to the front of me and then went back to the bag again and took out the nipple clamps.

I looked from the nipple clamps in his hands and then up at Sir and I begged him not to have me to wear them. Ignoring my pleas he took my left breast and pinched the nipple a little so it would harden. Damn if it didn’t get hard as a small pebble at his touch. Watching as Sir put the clamp on my nipple I waited for the pain and whimpered in anticipation. Not feeling the pain, I looked up into Sir’s eyes. At that moment, he let the clamp close around my nipple. I gasped out in pain as the clamp gripped my nipple. I immediately tried to control the pain and let it do to me as it usually does when they are used.

I was in control of the pain Sir did the same to the other nipple, but this time he didn’t hesitate and closed the clamp right on. Giving another gasp of pain I closed my eyes and I brought the pain under control again.

Sir saw that I was able to handle the pain and gave each a slight turn. Pain ran through my breasts as I tried to control the pain again. Unable to control this amount of agony I continued to gasp and whimper. My breathing became labored and I wondered how much of this I could stand.

“Where is Master’s riding crop,” Sir asked.

“In the bedroom closet Sir,” I replied through my pain.

Master left the room to retrieve the riding crop and Sir stood and told me to bend over the footstool. I looked over my shoulder at Sir as he stood there holding the flogger just as Master came up behind him and handed him the riding crop. Then Master went back to the couch and sat down.

Sir sees I haven’t moved to the footstool yet and walked up and pulled my hair so my head was pulled back and my neck exposed. “Why aren’t you over the footstool yet?” Not knowing how to respond I just look at him. “Answer me!”

“I don’t have an answer Sir.”

“Bend over the footstool,” he said.

“Yes Sir.”
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Slowly on my knees, I crawled to the footstool and bent over it. I waited for what was to come next. My nipples on fire, my arms starting to ache from their position as Sir laid the riding crop on the coffee table. I looked at Master to see his reaction. He was sitting there looking pleased waiting for the show to begin.

I felt the first sting of the flogger as it fell across my ass. I gave a whimper from the pain and then the flogger began to fall at a steady pace. Sir was obviously an expert with it and knew how to let the blows fall so that even through my pain I could feel my pussy reacting to it. The blows got harder and my whimpering turned to screams. He stopped for a moment, took out the ball gag from the bag, and placed it in my mouth. He then reached for the riding crop and my whole body tensed in fear and in anticipation at what was about to happen.

Steeling myself for the expected sting of the crop, I waited. The crop came down on my ass and the pain was so intense I screamed into the gag. The crop fell again and again across my back, thighs and ass. My cunt betrayed my cries of pain by becoming so soaked that my juices began running down my thighs.

Stopping briefly Sir said, “Turn over.”

Bringing myself to a kneeling position, I turned around and lay back as far as my cuffed hands and ankles would allow me to go. Grabbing me under the arms Sir helped me onto the footstool so I could lie down. Putting down the riding crop, he then picked up the flogger. Sir began to flog of my front. As the flogger landed on my nipples the pain from the clamps and the stinging of the flogger as it moved over my breasts shot blinding pain through me. Even with the amount of pain that I was taking, my cunt continued to flow with each strike of the flogger.

“Open your legs, slut,” I hear Sir say.

Holding them closed tight so as to not have to take the flogger between my legs I heard Sir say again, “Slut, open your legs.” Shaking my head fiercely in denial Sir stopped. Master handed him the thigh binders and the tethers. With renewed fear, I begin to shake my head harder.

“Ready to stop?”

“She likes her pussy flogged.” I heard Master say. I glared at him as if asking, “Whose side are you on?”

Sir took the binders, put them round my thighs, and pulled the tethers until my legs were spread wide apart. He then began to flog my inner thighs. Feeling my wetness dripping from me I continued to take the flogging. Sir stopped once more and picked up the riding crop.

Beginning at my breasts Sir made his way down my body with the riding crop each sting adding to my wetness. Sir then started on my thighs and the pain was so intense I knew that marks would be left from the crop. I had taken all I could stand and I flung out he bell as a signal that I needed him to stop now.
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Sir stopped immediately, bent over me, and took the gag off. He then released the tethers, looked down at me, and asked, “How do you feel?”

“Ok Sir.” My voice shaky with emotions.

“Ready for more?” hoping he was joking my eyes flew to his and saw the smile he was trying to hold back from my reaction.

“No, Sir. Please I am good.”

“Yes slut, you have been a very good girl so far. I am well pleased with you.”

“Thank you Sir,” I smiled feeling the warmth of approval wash over my tired and pain filled body.

First removing the nipple clamp from my left breast I have a gasp of pain as the blood rushed to the sensitive area. Moving over to my right breast I steeled myself for the expected pain as Sir took the clamp off. Gasping in pain I close my eye until the pain had subsided.

He walked away from me and went back to the toy bag. He found the keys to the handcuffs and shackles and came back to release me. Once free, I rubbed my wrist where the cold metal had bit into them and looked down at my body. The red marks were all over me and there were bruises already forming. Smiling over my marks, I looked up at Sir who was watching me.

“Cool, Sir,” I grinned.

Sir smiled at my reaction and then ordered me to stand. I felt the muscles in my legs protesting a little because of being bent for so long. Stretching them out I felt the blood begin to re-circulate properly and my muscles began to relax.

“Now, go to bed. I have had a long day.”

“I know Sir. Good night.”

I hugged Sir, then Master good night, and walked to my bedroom. But remembering I went back into the living room and asked Sir. “What time do you want up?”

“Go to bed slave.”
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