The Beauty Of Bound Wings Part 4

July 20, 2019

“One,” she responded.

“Good,” and he whipped her again, just as gently, on the exact same spot.

“Two.” The tail of the whip hit her breast now, just below the nipple. “Three.” He tried again, this time striking the nipple itself. She sucked in sharply before hissing, “Four.” He struck again, this time slightly harder on her other nipple. She tugged on her wrist restraints, but was unable to do anything to prevent the ***. “Five.”

“Remember your safe word.”

“Yes, Sir. Six.”

Her skin turned red with each strike, the stings blushing her breasts and stomach, as well as her shoulders and arms. Then there was a pause, giving her heaving chest a chance to calm down. The sight of her large breasts, bulbous and curving, rising and falling from the ***, was truly a marvel to behold.

“Keep counting,” something longer struck her legs, this time curling over her thighs instead of remaining rigid.

“Thirty-one! Sir, that hurts so much!”

“Good, maybe you will learn from your mistakes.”

“Yes, Sir. I am truly sorry. Thank you for punishing me. Thirty-Two!” There was another pause. Then she shrieked at the rigidity of the original whip, “Thirty! Th-three!” her labia turned red in an instant. She squealed in ***, but her mouth was still visible just below his hat, and he could see a huge smile play across her gritted teeth.

“You have done well, my dear. I would say you have earned the right to some pleasure.”

“If it will be anything like that, yes please! Hoah! Huuuuuuh, that is-” her arms and legs pulled on their restraints, unable to do anything to assist his tongue on her clitoris. “Sir, please don’t stop!"