Impress

Mina desperately wanted to wipe the drool off of chin, but she couldn't think of how. She would strain to rub it against the rope at her chest but just fall short. Just when she'd almost manage-CRACK!- another blow would fall on her back and she'd just be sobbing again. More drool. It was hopeless.

It had been almost ten minutes since the last blow. She suspected soon the heavy wouldn't paddle would come down on her again, but she had no way of knowing. Master had stuffed her ears with good rubber earplugs and blindfolded her, along with this horrible bit that was pushing her tongue down to the bottom of her mouth, causing it to run like a sieve. She started mewling piteously, wishing she could say how sorry she was. She started trying to wipe the drool on the ropes again.

And was stopped by a sharp yank of her short hair. Master plucked the earplugs from her, in what she thought was a gesture of mercy, until he spoke, " You dirty, fucking pig. Are those tears all over your face or drool? It doesn't fucking matter, you're a fucking mess. I was going to let you suck my dick for me but I can't let that dirty face touch me," And he shoved her face into the floor roughly.

With her ass in the air, her wrists cuffed behind her knees she had no way of supporting herself comfortably, she had to lay there, face smashed into the cold concrete by her own weight. Luckily Master had gotten her a foam pad for her knees, saying that he wanted her on her knees too often to let her ruin them. Despite her awkward pose, she felt a surge of triumph when Master moved behind her. He was going to use her pussy, and she exalted in the rare treat.

And her heart fell when she felt the gentle tug somewhat higher. A resounding pop echoed in the chill of the basement, and her sphincter started to pucker closed again at the removal of the thick, pink butt plug. Tonight, it seemed, she had no luck. Her fists clenched and she braced for the worst.

What came was a heavy thud, as the short, heavy flogger fell across her thighs almost lazily. The beaded ends stung her supple flesh, and she knew that she was just being warmed, because Master was still being so very gentle with the blows. She counted silently in her head, "One. Two. Three. Four..." On the five, the blow fell, softly at first, growing harder and sharper every fifth blow or so, until a soft burning stayed with her pinked flesh, and the soft, ethereal whisper of his finger against her made her ache sweetly. When the shifting of the air before the blows made her squirm involuntarily, he hummed, considering; the resulting shuffling noises terrified her.

There was the hollow pop of a cap being opened, and the sweet, soothing smell of mint filled the air. Frigid oil drizzled onto her upturned buttocks; rivulets inched down her prepared skin. The thick, saccharine fluid took forever to warm from its refrigerated state, but the cold was only the first wave of sensation. When speed indicated that its temperature matched her much warmed flesh, Master smoothed it over ever inch of her swollen thighs, sliding a tantalizing finger between her folds. The tube clicked closed again, and water rushed in the background, probably Master washing his hands.

His footsteps fell close to her head again, and when the earplugs slid into place again, her protesting whimper earned her a sharp slap to her back. She wallowed, counting in her head to distract herself, knowing it was fruitless but unable to help herself. Within minutes, she was gasping and writhing about, falling over on her side in agony.

The mint burned her reddened flesh in a slow, agonizing and relentless storm of tingling nerves. She struggled to move her arms out of the way and roll into a sit to press the offending areas into the cold, soothing concrete, but the pressure just made her hurt more. Tears leaked down her face, coming faster and faster as choking sobs bit through her wet mouth. After what seemed like hours but wasn't, she wailed in agony, not bothering any longer to endure the pain stoically.

Only when she began to quiet, too exhausted even to cry any more, did she notice her hands being freed. Her strained muscles just fell to the side, and he easily pulled her flat on her back and tucked her knees up to her chest, resting her feet gently against his chest. Gently he plied her nethers with his thumb. The tingling of the oil made her pussy drool as freely as the bit had her mouth. Slowly, he worked his digit into her tender sex, sliding it drenched to her previously stretched ass hole and pushing bit by tantalizing bit inside, pushing the walls outward, working her with unending patience, until her strength renewed itself some, and she started arching against his patient hand.

He placed her feet higher upon him, resting them on his shoulders and used the flat of his hand on the small of her back to guide her. Master coaxed her up, until her sex was at his mouth and he sealed his lips over the whole of her labia, and she imagined his strong feature gazing up at her, blue eyes stormy with command. He pulled back almost imperceptibly, sending warm, moist breath over her and plying her with tongue and teeth, drawing soft bits over her into is mouth, flicking it gently, letting it go and moving to a new spot, teasing with deceptive gentleness. His tongue dipped into her and with almost painful slowness he worked it in circles, spreading her before lapping up to her button and sucking it sharply into his mouth and pinching it between his teeth. Her breath came in shallow, ragged, laborious breaths and her muscles clenched in renewed self control as she made almost feral, pleading noises low in her throat. She felt his chuckle against her skin in the vibration of his tongue pressed firmly against her distended clit. She felt like screaming, and coming, but she wasn't allowed to yet.

His fingers snaked up to play with the skin of her stomach, gently brushing over her most sensitive spot, making the muscles jump with ghostly sensations. The pressure of her looming, ominous orgasm was growing almost too much for her to bear when he flicked her naval sharply. Distantly, she recognized the sign of permission and her release tore through her like a heavy wave crashing. Her whole body, tense from the build up, spasmed repeatedly, her back bowed sharply, then she crumpled.

Unable to move, chemicals coursing through her veins making her weak, she felt him bring her feet to his chest again, slowly rubbing them as he fit himself to her tight hole and push at the resistant muscle gently. He made it through with a popping feeling and eased himself into her until he felt a little push of resistance. He backed out a bit and pushed a little harder, repeating his actions whenever he found a place to stop, until he was completely sheathed within her. Her ass hole ached as it stretched to contain him, and she took long, slow breaths trying to control her reflex to reject the intrusion. It was always easier if she could control the urge to fight.

Not one to be gentle for too long, master immediately withdrew and slammed back into her, his hip bones roughly slapping against the tenderized meat of her thighs. Renewed pain made her eyes water while he roughly fucked her tiny little ass. She cringed and wriggled, unable to control the urge, tightening her sphincter, but to no avail. The remaining lube from the plug and the juices she'd dripped all over herself made him slick as he drove into her over and over, finally wrenching screams from her throat.

At her final capitulation to pain, his thrusts became staccato, his thigh's quivering before spending himself deep inside her, holding her against him tightly while he shook.

He withdrew from her entirely, leaving her there on the cold, hard floor while she started to doze, watching his little slave recover from her first round of punishment.