Chained slave wife

CHAPTER TWO

Sylvia walked over to the closet and came back with the leather whip. It had a short handle, and nine strips of knotted leather reached out about four feet.

"Here you are," she whispered, and she gave it to Patrick.

"So you finger-fucked yourself to a porno movie," he said softly, running the thongs of the whip through his fingers.

"Yes, sir," said Sylvia, spreading her legs and lifting the hem of her skirt until it was clear of the stocking tops. "I watched one about a girl getting raped by four men, sir. Oooohh, the things they made her do, sir."

Her fingers were inside her panties, rubbing the slick damp flesh of her pussy.

"I see," said Patrick, watching as his wife worked her cunt back, up into a frenzy. "And how many times did you come?" He flicked the whip threateningly through the air.

"Oh, I don't know, sir. Lots of times, everytime she came when they shot cum all over her face or into her ass, sir."

"Bend over the bed," said Patrick.

Sylvia gasped again and fucked a finger into her pussy before obeying. Their bed was high off the ground, especially for these occasions. The top of the mattress was just at Sylvia's waist and she bent down over it, spreading her arms out on the cover, her face deep in the soft warm down of the comforter. Her breathing was getting ragged again and her pussy started to run as Patrick slowly walked around the bed, looking at her. His hands moved over her ass, and he slowly eased one of his fingers into the crotch of her panties, still covered by her schoolgirl skirt. With the command of a true master, he slowly fucked his finger into her cunt, making her body roll and twitch at the sensations.

"You horny little bitch."

His hands pulled at the waistband of her panties, pulling them down, over the stocking tops and down her legs until he made her step out of them. Then he walked away and she stayed there, face down, waiting for whatever he chose to do next. Suddenly she felt the leather thong around her ankle. He pulled her legs farther open and tied her ankles to the stout wooden support of the bed.

Sylvia moaned and gasped and the first spasms of new orgasms flicked around her throbbing little cunt and ran down into her thighs and belly. But Patrick wasn't finished yet. He walked slowly to the head of the bed, lashing more thongs around her wrists and tying those to the headboard. Then Sylvia was utterly helpless.

He moved closer and flipped the blue skirt up, over her ass to her waist. Now she was totally exposed, her rounded ass cheeks bare except for the small, white panties that concealed very little. They hugged close to the deep cavern of her ass, but he still leaned in and gently slid the sides together until all of the nylon was gathered in the crack of her ass.

"Well now," he said, and he stepped back, lining her ass up, swinging the whip though the air, letting her hear it. "Such a naughty little girl."

"Aaaaaghhh!" Sylvia screamed as the whip cut across the taut flesh of her ass cheeks. Patrick lined it up again and lashed down, getting another scream from his wife.

"I'm sorry for all this pain, my dear," he said softly. "But you have been such a bad girl, I'm going to I have to whip you very hard." He thrashed the rolling globes of her ass again.

"Oh, yes!" Sylvia screamed. "Oh, God, I've been so bad. Oh, punish me, please, punish me."

She screamed again and again as Patrick settled in and gave her ass a series of hard, regular whippings. Again and again he whipped her until her ass was red, the tortured ass flesh flinching under each impact.

She yelled, her body going crazy under the beating, her ass thrusting up and down, reaching unashamedly for each downward beat of the knotted leather. Her ass cheeks got steadily redder as Patrick thrashed her again and the pain shot all over her body, mingling with the excitement of her rising come, pain and pleasure mixing, the orgasms building to an incredible climax.

But the bastard wasn't going to let her have her orgasm yet. Patrick knew her perfectly. He watched as her ass circled in the air and she begged for more, begged to be punished for being such a bad girl. Then, as he should have given her another hard whipping, he held his hand, watching as her body tensed for the stroke, then trembled when it didn't come.

"Oh, please!" she yelled. "Please, I'm going to come, please, whip me, please, please, please!"

Patrick walked to the head of the bed and moved over onto the mattress and sat between his wife's bound arms. She whimpered and cried, her body held just short of the great climax she wanted so much.

"You told me to whip you until my cock was hard again," said Patrick. He yanked her head up by the hair again and rammed her mouth onto his prick. "Do you think it's hard enough yet?"

His prick was as hard as it had been the moment it shot the first cum-load into her mouth. Sylvia rolled her lips round the huge cock shaft, sank it deep into her throat. He pulled her head back up.

"Oh, no, sir," she gasped. "No, it's not hard enough yet, sir. It's all my fault. You must whip me again, please, sir, whip me again." She groaned and tried to suck his cock again, but he held her head away from it, "Please, sir, please. I'll do anything, anything."

Satisfied, Patrick got back off the bed and Sylvia gasped with, new lust as she heard the whip sing through the air and crash onto her ass again. She sobbed, her face in the bed, her ass longing for the new pain he had promised her.

This time he didn't cheat her. At the top of each upward thrust of her red, throbbing ass, the whip crashed down to add another row of stripes to the soft ass flesh. Her ass cheeks were inflamed and the pain flowed through her entire body, reaching to the tips of her nipples as they rubbed deep into the bed, helping her get herself off. The orgasm grew and grew inside her body, the whip adding new dimensions until it burst deep in her guts, exploding outwards, and she could hear herself in an endless scream of release as the whip peaked each throb of come, raising her higher until she gave one final yell and collapsed on the bed, the tension broken, her body relaxing.

But she wasn't finished and she knew it. She felt his expert hands running aver her ass cheeks, softly, caressing.

"Now that's a good little girl," she heard him say through the haze of her slowly dying come. "I think we can give you a little reward for all that." A jet of soothing lotion shot over the burning globes of her ass.

Softly, he spread the lotion over her ass. The cool liquid spread over the red ass flesh and Sylvia murmured contentedly as he slowly spread it and worked it in, giving her a wonderful slow massage, kneading the ass flesh until it relaxed and Sylvia lay there contentedly.

Then his fingers took the lotion to the puckered entrance of her ass, and the very touch sent Sylvia into a new moan of arousal.

"I told you to stop sucking my cock, and you refused to. I counted to ten, didn't I?"

Sylvia mowed and her ass thrust up at his hands again and fucked her asshole onto his creamed fingers.

"Oh, yes, sir – oh, yes!" Sylvia screamed, as his fingers scissored inside her ass.

"Then I'll have to give you ten strokes of the whip before fucking this little ass of yours, won't I?"

"Oh yes, yes sir, whatever you think, whatever you want," she moaned.

She felt his fingers pull out of her ass. Again that very action triggered her body and pinpricks of orgasm ran from her cunt and asshole around the rest of her body.

"One," said Patrick, and he whipped her ass. Sylvia yelled and heaved on the bed.

"Two. Three. Four. Five."

"Aaaaggghhh! You fucking bastard!"

"Six. Seven. Eight."

"You fucking sonofabitch. I hate you!"

"Nine. One more."

"Fuck you. I hate you. You dirty fucking bastard. Fuck off!"

"Ten!"

And Patrick threw the whip onto the floor and advanced on his wife's bound figure over the bed. He squirted a handful of lotion over his hands and ran it over the stiff pole of his cock. Brutally, he fucked his fingers into her asshole again.

Suddenly he fucked his cock up her ass and Sylvia screamed as his balls slapped against her clit. She wept, her head in the soft comforter, her asshole widened by the hard prick fucked deep into it. He pulled his cock almost out and she moaned and begged incoherently with all the movements he made.

Impaled on his cock, helplessly bound to the bed, Sylvia went into her final and hardest come of the night. His cockmeat deep in her ass guts sent her into utter ecstasy. She fucked her ass on his cock, and he held it there, letting her move as she wanted, her ass muscles sucking and pulling at his prick.

"Oooooogghh shiiittttt!" she yelled, the orgasms exploding through her body, her wrists and ankles pulling at the leather thongs. Her ass became a blur as she fucked herself on his cock, giving herself every last ounce of the satisfaction she wanted. "Oooooo fuck, ohhhh shit!"

She felt his cock heave again and suddenly the cum splattered deep in her ass guts and his hips went wild, thrusting her body harder and harder onto the bed as the cum shot out of his cock and was rubbed into the walls of her ass with each fuck-thrust of his prick.

Her orgasm peaked and went over the top. As his stiff cock lifted her off the bed and held her there while he shot the last of his cum into her ass, she moaned and relaxed, letting him shoot until his prick grew soft and slid out of her ass.

He slowly walked around, his cummy cock twitching slowly down, and made her clean the last of his cum off it with her tongue. Then he released the thongs and she murmured and rolled into a satiated heap on the bed. Very gently, he undressed her, slipping each article of clothing off and then covering her with the sheets and comforter.

"It's going to be one hell of a weekend with Cindy and Hank," he said, kissing her face softly.

"Mmmmmmnnnnn," she murmured. "I'll have to go into training for that. Promise you'll help?"

He chuckled, kissed her again, and she fell asleep.