Page 30 of Interview with a Sadist
She turned on the wand and immediately pressed it against her clit, letting out a soft moan before sealing her mouth shut and eyeing me again, awaiting my next instruction.
“How does it feel?” I asked, knowing what she would say.
“It feels so good, Sir.”
“I’m glad. Hold on to that feeling once we begin. Now, crawl over to the couch and lay your torso on it, keeping the wand in place.”
Without another word, Little One did exactly as she was told, crawling over to the couch while still holding the wand against her, and leaned over until her entire torso was on the couch, her ass up in the air for me to use however I wanted. In this position, I had total access to her backside. Her flesh was completely exposed for me to decorate, but these decorations would be additions to the bruises that I’d already left there from a previous scene. Tonight, however, would be worse.
Little One let out another moan. I could tell she didn't mean to, because she turned her head and shoved her face into the couch cushion, but I wasn’t mad at the sound. I was glad the wand felt good to her, because when I lifted the Cat O Nine Tails, I knew I was going to unleash hell.
The weight of the flogger in my hand gave me a sense of power I couldn't describe. I felt superhuman—like a god ready to show the strength of his almighty hand. I squeezed my fingers around the shaft, savoring the sensation of the leather against my palm. Just holding it immediately put me in Dom Space—a euphoric mindset and world where I was consumed by the control until I felt like I had ingested ecstasy. I was ready. The sight of her beautiful skin, and the heaviness of the Nine Tails pushed me to the edge, and I jumped.
I raised the two-foot long tails over my head with a wrist-flick, and whipped the flogger back down across Little One’s back. All nine of the tresses struck her and she jolted.
“What did I say?” I asked, my demeanor as serious as a death in the family.
“Hold the wand against my clit, Sir,” she answered, breathing hard.
“That’s right. Don’t disappoint me by breaking the rule.”
“I won’t, Sir.”
“Time will tell, Little One.” I flicked my wrist again, harder this time, and the tails left multiple individual streaks across Little One’s back. The squeal that escaped her mouth was almost unnoticeable, but I caught it. It was fine, as long as she didn’t take the wand off her clit. I knew I was going to abuse her, and I wanted to make sure she felt some semblance of pleasure within all of the pain I was going to inflict.
I whipped her again, whirling the flogger in an arc that splashed leather across her ass. When she squealed this time, I could hear the pleasure in it and it made me rock hard.
There’s a difference when someone squeals from pleasure and pain. It’s deeper than when it’s from satisfaction alone, because pain takes pleasure to an entirely new level. It spikes the endorphins for a millisecond, overwhelming the senses in a way that can only be understood by being felt. It’s a level of sensation that can’t be explained without knowing it for yourself.
I started a vicious rhythm with the Nine Tails, sending them crashing against Little One’s backside over and over while she held the wand against her clit. After a few minutes, I noticed changes in her body. Her back became red and inflamed, while her pussy began to literally drip. The visual was almost too much to take, and I could barely contain myself. I was almost ready to fuck her senseless, but not yet, so I kept hitting her. After another minute, Little One’s legs tightened and she arched her back, nearly caving in on herself.
“Sir,” she called to me, and I could hear the question in her voice before she spoke. “Can I please come?”
I thought to deny her, but watching her come had always been my achilles heel. I couldn't get enough of seeing her body writhe and tremble beneath me. So, I allowed her to come, even if it was only for my own pleasure.
“Yes,” I barked before whipping her again. “Come for me, baby. Right fucking now.”
My Little One went into a series of convulsions that shook her entire being, and it was my distinct pleasure to bear witness to it. She shrieked like a fucking banshee into the couch, never dropping the vibrator.
Such a fucking good little slut.
My cock was so hard from watching her that it dripped precum without ever being touched. I was already tightroping an orgasm I hadn't even worked up to yet, and I couldn't wait any longer. I rubbed two fingers across Little One’s soaking pussy, wetting my fingers with her juices before slithering it over the tip of my cock. Then, I positioned myself behind her and impaled my whore. She moaned as her body quivered again, and I waited, letting my cock slowly stretch her pussy out. I needed her ready, because once I started, I wasn’t going to stop until I filled her with my cum.
“Don’t move the wand, baby. No matter what,” I reminded her, just before I began fucking her harder than I ever had.
I absolutely plowed into Little One’s pussy with strokes that bordered on rage. I fucked her angrily, releasing all of my tension into each thrust so hard that our bodies slamming together quickly grew painful, but I didn't care. I grunted with each stroke, then lifted the Nine Tails and brought them raining down on her. They cracked onto her flesh, sending a dark streak of gorgeous red color scattering across her back. Little One wailed, but still managed to obey me.
She pressed the vibrator against her clit, using it to distract from the pain as I flogged her mercilessly. I gripped her body with my left hand, and swung the flogger with my right, the tails whooshing in the air like the crack of lightning in the sky before striking an innocent victim on the ground. Little One screamed for me, and I soaked it in, watching as her back reddened more and more, and her pussy splashed from the pounding of my cock.
“Fuck yes!” I roared to the heavens as I kept my eyes on Little One’s damaged skin.
“Oh, god. How? … I’m … Sir, can I please come?” she yelled with an urgency that told me it was already too late for her to turn back now.
“Yes! Fucking come all over me. Soak the fucking floor with it, baby. I want it everywhere.” I yelled as I swung the Nine Tails again.
Little One absolutely exploded. The scream she released rose from her gut and came out like she was being gripped by death itself. She quaked uncontrollably until her legs gave out and I had to hold her up, my muscles burning from the beautiful work being put in. This was worth the price of exhaustion. I even managed to swing the Nine Tails again, and it landed on her ass so hard that her skin opened.
I paused, eyeing the damage I had done. All nine tails of the flogger had landed on her ass, but three of them left behind open wounds—three streaks of blood spread across her right ass cheek. The sight of it sent me into a spiral, and I felt woozy from the rush of adrenaline. My cock stiffened and I was taken over by the sudden urge to go all out. I dropped the flogger on the floor and placed my right hand on her ass—right where the gashes were. Her blood smeared across my fingers as I began fucking her again, and it was only ten thunderous strokes before I was undone.
