Nine Times Out of Ten

Nine Times out of Ten

tricia lay back on the bed, her Master winding a black leather strip around her ankles, wrapping it around seven times, no more no less. He pulled it taut, the leather biting into her skin; she winced, keeping quiet, her lips pursed. He tied off one end, then told her to lift her legs while He pulled the leather strip. she licked her lips, feeling the muscles in her thighs stretch and begin to burn as He pulled her feet up. He tied the loose end of the leather to an eyehook just above her head on the headboard. she slid back to accomodate Him, gritting her teeth as He made sure to give the leather strap one last tug, securing her. He told her to give Him her left wrist, she did, and using another strip of black leather, tied it to the headboard, pulling her arm straight, and she shut her eyes. she was told to give Him the other arm, which He tied to the opposite end, tugging it, tricia moaned, opening one eye to look at Him. He stared back, then tugged again, His eyes daring her to make another sound. she bit her lip and took the discomfort in silence.
tricia took in a deep breath, trying to ignore the heat in her muscles, it was sharp at first, but to her relief, it ebbed to a dull tingle. Master reached under her head, lifting it, and pulling her long brown hair, smoothing it out over the pillow and across her shoulders. He rested a hand on her forehead while looking into her soft brown eyes. her Master smiled, caressing her forehead and stroking her hair. she sighed, wriggling her bottom, smiling back at Him and letting Him see her need. The constriction of her limbs, the creak of the leather and even its smell flushed her with the desire to be taken, used for His pleasure as many times as He needed or wanted. A swell of heat like a tough ball grew in her center, and she gave her hips another shake.
He ran His hand over her buttocks and thighs, moving it up and down , the tips of His fingers brushing over the swollen flesh of her hairless mound, sending sparkles of pleasure through her. she pursed her lips, looking at Him, trying to coax her Master. His hand slid back and forth, over the edges of her heat, down to the cleft of her buttocks, and lingering on her rosy, puckered anus. she moaned, pulling against the leather bindings toward His teasing fingers.
“Shhh, love,” He said, hand stroking across her bottom, “make a sound, and you earn ten, each sound, and it’s ten more.”
tricia nodded, brow furrowing as she bit the inside of her cheek. her Master kept sliding His hand back and forth, across her buttocks and mound, the heel of His hand pressing inward against her sex. she strained against her bonds, feeling the moisture gathering between her bound legs, wetting His hand, and being left in smears over her buttocks. He pulled His hand away, and she breathed in with a mix of relief and frustration. her heart fluttered when He took down His favorite black cane from the shelf, and ran it over the length of her legs. she feared the cane of all His toys, her knees would go weak at the sound of it swishing through the air, and she’d often beg Him not to kiss her with it, once even sobbing at His feet, but never using the safeword. she wondered why it should be so, even now as He stood over her, the word would not leave her lips; it felt stuck inside her.
she clenched her jaws shut, as He played the tip of the cane over the soles of her feet with feathery flicks. she squirmed, lower lip quivering, she felt flushed and shook as the cane ran over her feet. tricia’s fingernails bit into the palms of her hands as she fought it, chest heaving as she realized that this was going to hurt. she opened her mouth and let out a gasping laugh, the tickling too much for her, and she wept, laughing with a gusty squeal. Oh no, she thought, struggling to contain it.
her Master smiled, laughing along with her, and ran the cane over her buttocks.
“you know what that means, don’t you, beloved?” He asked, tracing the tip of the cane over her swollen labia. she shook again as cold snaked through her body with each touch of the cane on her heat. He pushed her lips open with it, playing with them, and watched tears well in her eyes.
tricia nodded, preparing herself for the hard kiss of the cane. she arched as much as she could against the probing tip of the cane, her Master responded by jabbing at her stiff clit, and she ground her teeth together. Just get it over with, she thought, still gulping down her laughter.
The cane swept up and away from her, and like a flash of lightning whistled down onto her soft skin. It cracked through her body, and she stiffened, hissing. A long stripe of heat seared across her bottom. The cane swung again, the hot pain sheared over and into her, then a third, a fourth, and a fifth. tricia grasped the leather bonds in her hands, twisting them, and swallowing the cries that tried to boil out of her. Master looked her over, the cane sawing over the welts rising on her skin. He struck her bottom again, wrist flicking back and forth, the cane whispering through the air, and she cried. her stomach felt tight, sweat beaded and ran down her forehead, her legs pulled against the bonds, fire lancing over them, and she opened her mouth sucking in air. By the ninth hit, she couldn’t keep silent, and cried out, regretting it instantly.
“Oh oh,” He said, shaking his head in mock-sadness. The cane cracked against her a tenth time, and the tears poured down her cheeks, blurring His image into a gray smudge. “Ten more, little cunt,” He said, reaching over for another of His toys. He set the cane down across her belly, and held up a narrow red leather paddle. It was only as wide as His hand, as long as His forearm, and rectangular. Master gave it a test swing, watching tricia’s reactions. she shook her head, and He chuckled.
The paddle smacked against her ass, drowning the burning trails left by the wicked cane in a swell of stinging pain. tricia inhaled, her eyes widening at the clap of leather on flesh, her hips twisting from side to side trying to escape the pain. The paddle smacked her again and again and again. she breathed harder, buttocks feeling as if they’d grown, and twisted the bonds in her hands. Only six, she thought, whimpering from deep in her throat. A fifth smack almost drew out a scream from her, and she let out a long hissing breath as the paddle caressed her a sixth and seventh time. her nipples were hard, pinkish pebbles, tight and sharp on her breasts; she wanted Master to put the paddle down and suck them, suck them while He plunged into her, suck them as His seed shot into her. she wanted to ask Him to do this, but the smack washed the thought from her mind. she had enough presence of mind to keep quiet, then the ninth crossed her rump, the sound impossibly loud in the room, and she yelped.
Oh no, tricia thought, shaking her head. her hair matted to her sweat-covered face, nose running as she moaned, eyes wet with tears; her Master swam in them as He leaned over.
“honey,” Master said, making circles on her ass with the paddle, “one more and you’d’ve been finished,” He sighed. “Sometimes I think you do that on purpose.”
The paddle came down a tenth time, and tricia tried not to smile.

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