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Jacqui didn’t open the door right away. Those few seconds of waiting seemed interminable. I wondered if she hadn’t changed her mind and didn’t want to see me again.But no, she finally opened the door and the sight of her took my breath away. She stood in front of me, wearing a black bustier that molded her proudly erect breasts, and black stockings that showed off her long, tapered legs. She was also wearing a pair of stiletto heels, which not only slimmed her ankle, but gave her an extra ten centimeters.She had pulled her hair back into a high ponytail. She’d also done her make-up, very lightly. A little red on the lips, to give them the glow of blood, and a little black around the eyes, to lengthen them. The combination gave her face a more mature, stern look.Finally, to complete the outfit, she held a dog collar in her right hand and a leash in her left.When she saw that I had obeyed her instructions, she gave me a warm smile.“Tonight you’ll be my slave,” she declared in a soft, firm voice.“Yes, mistress,” I replied, kneeling before her. My head and gaze lowered.“Good, you’ve understood your place.”Jacqui fastened the collar around my neck and attached the leash. Then she pulled me into the room, forcing me to get on all fours.She led me to the center of the room and made me get back on all fours.“Look around you,” she said. “Everything you see here is going to be used on you tonight.”My eyes widened as I gazed around the room. For a surprise, it was indeed quite a surprise. The room was actually a mini-dungeon.Just above my head, attached by a short chain to the exposed beam, hung a pair of handcuffs. To my left, the table, completely cleared away, was now covered with a sheet, and ties fastened to all four legs. Finally, on my right, neatly arranged on the bed, awaited various instruments of torture: pliers, martinet, riding crop, cane, plus others concealed under a blanket.“This is all for you,” she confirmed as my gaze completed its tour of the horizon. “So, are you really ready to serve your mistress, slave?”“I’m at your command, mistress.”“Good.”Jacqui pulled on the leash, bringing my face down to her feet. I quickly kissed them, running my tongue over her patent pumps. Then I moved slowly up her legs, from her ankles and calves to her thighs. But she stopped me before I reached her naked flesh.With a tug on the leash, she forced me to sit up and look her in the eye.“You’re very impatient,” she said. “Everything in its own time. Before Sancaktepe Escort your pleasure, there is mine. And mine is to see you suffer. Stand up. Hands up.”I did it immediately.“Tie yourself up,” she ordered.On tiptoe, I passed my hands through the steel circles and closed them around my wrists. With my arms stretched over my head and my feet barely touching the ground, I was now at her total mercy.Jacqui then approached me, a satisfied smile on her lips. She had picked up the riding crop and was enjoying tickling my chest with the tip.“Are you ready to suffer for me?”“Yes, mistress.”“Once we’ve started, there’ll be no turning back, you know that.”“I know, mistress. I’ll do whatever you tell me, mistress.”“If that is your decision. Then let the game begin.”She took her place behind me and began to stroke my back with the tip of the riding crop. Then I heard a rustle of air, followed by a hiss.The next second, a violent burn pierced my being. But no sooner had I realized it that her arm was cocked again and the braided leather was bearing down on my flesh.Jacqui was hitting me methodically. The whip stung my shoulders, back and loins, but took care to avoid – for the moment – my buttocks and thighs.The blows seared my skin and made me scream in pain. As I struggled to keep my balance, I imagined the red streaks they would leave. I could already feel the blisters sprouting under my skin.My ordeal lasted several minutes, until Jacqui found me sufficiently warmed up. Then she came back to face me, smiling and delighted, in front of my grimacing face and tear-washed eyes.“I find it exhilarating,” she gloated. “I hope you do too, slave.”“Yes, mistress.”My voice was hoarse, distorted by pain, and I hardly recognized her.“That was an interesting appetizer,” she continued, circling me. “And I think it’s time to move on to more serious things now.”She pressed herself against me. Her hardened nipples peeked through the thin fabric of her bustier, and I could feel them pushing against my chest.Her fingers ran up and down my sides, sending shivers through my body. Finally they stopped at my navel, just above the elastic of my panties.With a warm smile, she slipped her hand under the fabric. Several fingers grazed my erect member, exciting it even more, before closing abruptly on my sperm-laden bursa.I let out a little cry of surprise as her nails dug sadistically into the fragile flesh.“My God, what excitement,” she remarked, Escort Sancaktepe laughing. “But I think it’d be better outside than in here.”And putting her money where her mouth was, she slid my briefs to the floor, revealing my erect penis. I could now feel her pubic bone rubbing against my sex. Drops of sweat began to bead on my forehead and along my temples.Jacqui stepped back to take in the scene. I was now completely naked, my sex taut and erect like a sword. She watched me like this for a brief moment, her eyes detailing my body at her whim.“Before we move on, I’m going to warm you up a little more,” she said, taking hold of the fine cane. “Your back is already quite red, but I think your buttocks are still too white. This will do them a world of good.”With a sadistic smile, she came up behind me and started flogging me again.The pain wasn’t the same as with the riding crop. The instrument was so thin and struck so fast that the pain was only felt a second or two after impact. It felt like a tingling sensation under the skin. I felt as if my buttocks were being pricked with white-hot needles.I was staggering under the blows, while Jacqui was having fun zipping up and down my hindquarters with the utmost application. She carefully alternated between the left and right buttocks, always striking horizontally, working her way down to mid-thigh, then back up again.She went back and forth several times, making me scream and dance at a steady pace.When she finally stopped, my buttocks and thighs were on fire. My throat was dry from too much screaming, and I could feel tears streaming down my cheeks.“Your buttocks have a beautiful pink hue,” she commented. “I imagine they must be quite warm?”“Yes, mistress.”The words struggled to get past my lips and she laughed.“I’ve got something to soothe them,” she said.I heard her move behind me, then felt her lips against my bruised flesh. She planted a few soft kisses, making me moan with pleasure.“Thank you, mistress, that feels good.”“I know. It’s your reward for putting up with your beating.”She put the cane back on the bed, picked up the pliers and came back to me.“Now we’ll see how far you can resist pain.”Delicately, she kissed my nipples, passing her tongue slowly around them and nibbling them with the tip of her teeth until they hardened. When they were sufficiently erect for her liking, she applied a little saliva to them, and brought the tweezers closer.To her delight, Sancaktepe Escort Bayan the steel jaws closed cruelly on the delicate flesh. When they were securely in place, she linked them together with a small chain. Then she unhooked the leash from my dog collar, and fixed the chain in the now free ring.As the hook closed, I felt as if my chest was being ripped out. The clamps bit cruelly into my flesh, while the tension of the chain turned my distended nipples upwards.Jacqui gazed at me with satisfaction, as pain twisted the features of my face.“It’s a good start,” she judged. “But I promise you’ll scream.”She fetched the whip and returned to stand in front of me. She turned the instrument in front of my eyes, so that I could see it clearly. It had a short handle and five leather straps. Supple and very thin, each ended in a tight knot, to inflict maximum pain.Looking me straight in the eye, she raised her arm and struck.Flames ran over and under my skin. The pain was unbearable. My scream echoed through the room.Facing me, Jacqui smiled as her arm whistled back and forth.The straps fell across my chest, their course crossing the steel clamps. The leather knots scratched my skin, cutting into my flesh.The leather scratched my sides, my belly, carefully avoiding my sex. The burning bite reddened my skin and I could feel the fire running under my chest and into my insides.Finally, two precise blows ripped the clamps off releasing my nipples with an eardrum-shattering scream.I was out of breath, my chest on fire and blood pounding at my temples. My body was nothing but pain. I whimpered as I pulled at my bonds, my eyes red with tears.Jacqui was ecstatic.As I recovered, she removed the chain and clamps, and went to find an object hidden under the blanket.“Do you know what it is?”I shook my head. It didn’t mean anything to me.“N-No, mistress.”“Really? On the one hand, I’m not surprised. I discovered it myself by pure chance. It’s called a birch. As the name suggests, it’s English in origin. It was widely used in Victorian times. Normally, it’s the person being punished who has to make it. But in your case, I made an exception. I designed it myself. Look how beautiful it is.”She presented it to me. It consisted of a dozen thin elder branches, carefully thinned out and tied with a ribbon.“In principle,” she continued, “the person being punished had to present the birch to his executioner. The executioner would then inflict four series of six blows. More, depending on the offence committed.”She paused, her eyes riveted to mine.“Tonight, you’ll receive just one round…on the sex,” she specified.At these words I started to shiver, and felt a cold sweat run down my spine.“Ready, slave?”“Y-Yes, mistress,” I babbled, dying of anguish.
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