Give Me Pain (BDSM Fantasy) Read Online Free PDF

torture began. Realizing her mistake of playing with a true sadist, her eyes widened and she gasped as the table began to move back to its original position with her attached to it. I smiled proudly at my little pain slut as fright pierced her eyes.  
     
    Suddenly, I began flogging her sweet round ass as it laid on my table. I lifted the back of her skirt, exposing her ass cheeks. Underneath that black little miniskirt she was wearing was a pair of thong panties.  One swat, two swats….she jumped at the third, which was the hardest. Long red stripes began to appear across her beautiful skin. Gently, I used a feather to trace along the lines; giving her a short break. The flogging picked back up in quick cessation; I continued to spank her ass until both of her ass cheeks were candy apple red. She whimpered a bit during her flogging, but we were just getting started.  
     
    I stood the table back into a vertical position and released her wrists and ankles from the cuffs momentarily; again, she thought she was being rewarded another break. Wrong. Turning her body to face me, I left the table in the vertical position and cuffed only her ankles to the table. She looked at me quizzically, trying to figure out what I was doing. Silly slut, she would never figure me out. I’m a one-of-a-kind. Poor Victoria stared at me like Bambi into headlights. I grabbed her dainty petite wrists and raised them above her head; shackling them to a set of chains that were affixed to the ceiling. She looked above her head and realized that she was now attached to the ceiling and the table; she had nowhere to go. As she stood there before me, I pulled down her miniskirt and stockings. Admiring her pussy, I licked my lips and grinned.  
     
    “Alright Victoria, it’s time to play. Are you ready my little pain slut?” I asked as I walked around her and yanked her ponytail as hard as I could, sending her chin to face the ceiling.  
     
    She gulped and nodded. Victoria may have whimpered and teared up a little but she liked it. I know she did. Her nipples were hard as a rock and her pussy glistened in the dim room. Now that her legs were spread, cuffed and she was facing me, I began to tease her. I took her glistening pussy to a sopping wet, drenched pussy. I dropped to my knees and ate her out momentarily, paying careful attention to allow my tongue to flick her sweet little button before I shoved a few fingers in her twat. Yep, she was hot and ready. I reached for my riding crop and got to work; giving my little pain slut what she came for.  
     
    Whack! Whack! Whack! I smacked her sopping wet pussy with the riding crop, ensuring that I hit her clit with each snap of it. Her pretty little pussy was beginning to match her ass; they were both candy apple red. Again, I began to deliver jolts of pain with the riding crop to her sore, red, swollen and wet pussy. I looked at her face for a moment and saw that her black eyeliner was beginning to smear and she was starting to look more like a football player with her black mascara and eyeliner running everywhere. Snap! I delivered more throws with the riding crop. Her drenched pussy soaked the riding crop, sending her juices flying into the air as I continued to swing it on her, badgering her little cunt.  
     
    Feeling that she needed more than a good cooter beating, I released the cuffs around her ankles and spun her around so that her ass was facing me. Seeing the red lines disappear across her ass disappointed me; I gave her ass a thorough spanking before allowing her to rest for a moment while I sat up the next prop. I had her all wrong though; she really was a true pain slut. A little whimper here or there, and maybe a tear, might escape her, but she wanted more. Before we sat up our meeting, we developed our own set of safe words that would allow her to slow down or stop the session at any point. Purple to slow down or ease up and black to completely stop. I doubt she’d been close at all to