Archive: Dreams of Bondage (Part Two)
story with photos (69 photos) starring Gemma Craven
Tags: ballgag, barefoot, bastinado, satin, leather bondage, chains, spanking, collar, corporal punishment, riding crop, whipping
He fastened her arms above her head, leaving her in her modest satin night-dress from the moment. He forestalled any temptation she may have had to spoil the moment with idle talk by the insertion of a large ball gag. She looked at him, pleading with her eyes for him to show her mercy... but they both knew the outrage was skin deep. Her true desire, her true need, was for pain. Pain and servitude.
The ship cut through the air, its blades wrapping around her flank with a satisfying thwack. She squeaked into the gag, but the impact was spread by the leather and the satin and an instant later all she felt was a warming glow where the blow landed. She wriggled, rubbing her thighs together. But he had made sure that there was no friction to be had. She would have orgasms by the dozen this night, but she would have them under his control, not under her own...
Seeing that she needed something more severe, he dropped the whip and picked up the riding crop. He teased her with it for a while, running the tip across her satin-clad rump, caressing her flanks. He reminded her that the crop was for taming beasts so they could be ridden. Tonight, he said, she would be a tamed beast. And tonight she would most certainly be ridden. He pulled her knickers down to her knees to emphasise the point.
With that, he struck her with the full force at his command, pivoting his hips as if smiting a foe with a sword. She yelled into the gag. Never before had he hit her that hard, and the next stroke was no softer. A dozen blows marched up and down her buttocks before he switched his attentions to the soles of her pretty bare feet. She pleaded with her eyes, begging him to hurt her. But she was far, far from her limit. Implacable, he drew back the crop and drove it down onto her soft sole. She screamed into the gag, then screamed again as the next blow landed, and the next, and the next...