A special treat for you!
Special Excerpt from The Slave,
by Laura Antoniou
Used with permission of the author by Violet Wanda
…There were no special punishment places in Monica’s house. Robin
hurried to the largest bedroom, and gasped with delight, because Monica had
lit candles on her shelves and window sills and in her corners, casting
wavering, subtle lights and shadows over the room. The bedcovers had been
pulled off, and piled to one side, and leather cuffs were already on the bed,
along with a riding crop and two whips. Robin put the cuffs on when Monica
pointed to them, and eagerly got into position on her belly, spreading her
arms and legs wide for Monica to fasten them down.
“First the punishment,” Monica whispered, trailing a soft bundle of
leather tresses over Robin’s back, “and then the welcome.”
Quickly, she switched the whip for the crop and delivered twenty-
four fast and stinging blows to Robin’s ass. Robin squirmed just a little,
feeling the tapping blows like little splatters of annoying pain, covering her
rounded cheeks in a pattern that followed the outer curves of the flesh and
made it grow hot and tender. And when it was over, she sighed, and said,
“Thank you, Monica.” Instantly, Monica’s cool hand was brushing over the
hot points.
“So well behaved,” the older woman replied lightly. “So good. Let’s
do something nice now.” And the first fall of the soft whip caught Robin
right at the underside of her butt, thumping lightly between her legs. So did
the second and third. Each fall made Robin moan with pleasure and
more gratitude, and as Monica stepped up the impact of each blow, it only
served to make Robin begin to breathe heavily and tense and relax in her
bonds.
But every time Robin began to whimper in pleasure, Monica would
switch off, either changing her aim to cover Robin’s shoulders or thighs or
upper back, or she would change her tempo and strength, brushing her
lightly with the entire whip, or stinging her quickly with just the tips.
Soon, Robin’s body began to warm, with pink areas springing up
wherever the whip kissed her. And still Monica continued sensuously, until
it seemed that Robin began to pant with every third blow. Then, Monica
switched to the longer and more punishing whip, and began to lay into her
new slave, making pink spots red, and painting broad lines of color and long
lines of heat, working steadily up and down Robin’s body.
Robin hadn’t been beaten like this in months; her owners never used
lover’s techniques like this, and few of the guests bothered to put so much
time into making her feel things. And as Monica began to pause and stroke
her between sets of particularly hard strokes, Robin couldn’t help but groan
and push her heated flesh back against Monica’s hands and fingertips. That
only made Monica laugh and back away, and begin to strike her again.
Turning her over was quickly done, and Monica used the crop to
tease her, trailing it over her breasts and tapping it against her nipples, and
then passing it along her body to tap it harder over her pubic mound. After a
few minutes of that, which left Robin stretching and arching and making
little mewing sounds, Monica picked up the softer of the two whips and
began again, bring color and sensation first to Robin’s breasts, and then
across her belly, and then over the fronts and insides of her thighs.
Robin fell into a vortex of sensations; every minute, a new pleasure
was added, every shift of her body caused new and wonderful spasms of
warmth and minor pain. She cried out like she hadn’t in ages, and licked her
lips and bit at them in a pointless effort to remain still and quiet. But unlike
Eric and Jimmy, Monica delighted in every new whine and whimper and
rewarded them with harder shots and more searching touches. Before long,
Robin felt like she was one long mass of awakened nerves, ready to pull
against her bonds at the slightest touch, her flesh red with impact marks and
the flush of her own excitement.
When Monica laid the whip down and drew one finger along the
edges of Robin’s cunt lips, Robin came without warning.
It was so lightning fast that Robin couldn’t even draw a deep
enough breath to sustain it, let alone warn Monica or ask her for permission.
Robin’s hips rose up, and thrust against Monica’s hand, and that one
pressing finger, and Monica laughed and drew away.
“Bad girl,” she said softly, picking up the riding crop again. “I wanted
that one.”
“I’m sorry, Monica,” Robin managed to say, her throat catching on
every word.
“Too bad…now you’re going to have to wait longer before the
surprise.”
Robin didn’t bother to ask what the surprise was; besides, she was
distracted by the stinging smack of the crop’s flapper against the sensitive
flesh that had just throbbed with such delightful intensity. Robin moaned
and then yelped as Monica delivered a rain of slaps all over her cunt, and
then down the insides of her thighs. The puffy flesh of Robin’s cunt lips
grew red and angry quickly, until Monica’s fingers could wrest a strangled
whimper out of Robin with just a light sliding touch.
And then Monica left her there for a few minutes, staring at the
ceiling and feeling the waves of pounding heat from the beating. Robin’s
back felt wonderful, warm and aching and good against the softness of the
bed. And her pussy, spread wide and dripping wet, also ached, in so many
different ways that it was hard to tell which was the most insistent.
When Monica came back, she pulled a box from under the bed.
Robin couldn’t see what it was, but could hear the scraping of it against the
floor and the snapping of latches being opened. Then, Monica re-appeared,
rising to fix a pair of screw-type nipple clamps on Robin’s very erect nipples.
“I can’t wait for the surprise,” Monica said, tightening the clamps
until Robin winced. “So consider these the rest of your punishment for
coming without permission.”
“Yes, Monica,” Robin whispered back. She winced as the clamps bit
into her flesh, but watched Monica eagerly for evidence of the surprise.
Monica stepped back and picked something up from the floor. It looked like
a flat pad, attached to a long slender chain. In Robin’s inquisitive stare, she
carefully pushed it down the front of her jeans, leaving a trail of silvery
chain coming out at her waistband. Then, Monica leaned down and turned
something on. It sounded like a light hum.
“I got this little toy thinking about you,” Monica said, sitting on the
edge of the bed. “I can’t wait to see how you like it.”
And slowly, making sure that no other part of her body touched
Robin’s, she extended one hand and touched Robin on the lips.
And Robin jerked at the touch of an electrical shock! It wasn’t painful,
and her eyes widened as Monica laughed. Robin pursed her lips, and
Monica obliged by passing her fingertips over then.
This time, they stayed longer, and the buzzing was hot and tingly and made all of Robin’s body
shiver. Monica trailed her fingers down Robin’s body, and everywhere they
touched, a little static electricity followed, dancing and jumping along
Robin’s skin.
She played like that for a while, testing Robin’s tolerance and
reactions, holding her hands closer and then farther away, curling her fingers
at the base of Robin’s breasts and then across her stomach. “Isn’t that nice?”
she asked teasingly. “The minute I felt this, I knew I had to use it on you.
It’s as much fun as I thought it would be.” She giggled and tapped her
fingers lightly on the tops of Robin’s thighs.
Robin didn’t know whether to jump around, tense, moan or giggle.
The sensations changed rapidly from buzzing to a stabbing, needling
annoyance. And when Monica touched her clamped nipple tips, Robin
couldn’t help but yelp, loud, and then moan as Monica trailed the sore tips
with her tongue. For one second, Robin thought that she was feeling the
after-shocks of the electrical toy, but then she realized that Monica’s tongue
was acting as a transmitter as well. It was almost overwhelming. And when
Monica got up onto the bed and positioned her face over Robin’s spread legs,
Robin began to whimper.
The touch of that electrified tongue on her swollen lips was
incredible! Using just the tip, Monica worked a series of light shocks all
along Robin’s soft wetness, pushing the flesh and gently poking at it,
spreading her wider and opening her to more pinching and stabbing darts of
static electricity. When she raised her head and looked at Robin’s flushed
face and tense body, she laughed.
“You can come if you want to,” she said before getting back to
her amusement.
And at the third or fourth strong touch of Monica’s tongue
on her engorged clit, Robin did, and her own convulsions of pleasure lasted
so long that she could barely tell when Monica turned off the machine
and touched her with hands and lips that held only the heat of their owner.
Robin did know that when Monica shucked her jeans and turned
around on the bed, lowering her own wetness to Robin’s mouth, that she was
delirious with pleasure. It was hard to remember that she was bound to the
bed; all she wanted to do was clasp Monica’s thighs to her, pull on her ass
cheeks and press her face up into that fragrant delta, drowning herself in the
feminine moisture that was proof of Monica’s arousal. But she was stretched
out, held immobile, and Monica teased her for a good long time before
letting Robin’s searching, hungry mouth settle and work.
And when Monica had her fill of that, she turned around again, and
settled down on her side, next to Robin’s body. They were both panting,
both flushed, and both smiling between deep breaths.
“And you know I’m not finished with you,” Monica said,
unhooking Robin’s legs. “Bring them up, open yourself wide. I want to see
what you can take.”
Robin eagerly brought her knees up, and leaned back against her
shoulders as Monica began to work her fingers into Robin’s cleft. Robin was
so wet she was almost dripping, and Monica slid four fingers in comfortably.
In fact, Robin arched her back and spread herself wider, feeling that
incredible fullness, and the delightful pressure that made her want to shake
and moan and swallow Monica’s hand. This time, there was no sharp pain.
This time, she felt like she was a warm nest, engulfing Monica like a living
thing, taking all she had to offer. Monica had a bottle of lubricant over by
the side of the bed, but with one answering thrust up and then forward,
Robin took Monica’s thumb into her body and Monica’s hand formed gently
into a fist.
“Oh, yeah, that’s my baby,” Monica crooned. “That’s my sweetie.
That’s it, eat me up, sugar. You’re all mine now.”
Robin trembled with passion and tension, and moaned at the sensation.
It felt so good, and so terrible, and so amazing! She could look down her
body and see Monica’s arm making small, tight movements that all became
heavy, shifting pressures inside her body. Every shift of position was as
powerful as any thrust, and even the slight turning of Monica’s hand was a
wave of pressure that made Robin’s entire body shiver.
“I do,” she moaned, keeping her legs wide. “Oh, yes, I do belong to
you…”
And Monica rolled gently and placed a kiss on the top of Robin’s
spread mound, licking lightly at the exposed clit. And Robin came again, no
wild thrusting this time, but a steady pulsing that flexed and pulled at
Monica’s hand until Monica swore and laughed, and by the time Monica
eased her hand out, they were both sweaty, red with passion, and
exhausted…
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