Page 17 of Bound by Love
The doors open up to a luxurious, multi-roomed suite with an impossibly large canopy bed next to a window overlooking a manicured garden. Everything about this place is over the top.
To contrast against the luxurious surroundings, Sir asks me to strip. I look to my left and see a wall covered in mirrors. As I take off my clothes, I catch a glimpse of my naked body. I bow before him, turned on by the fact he still wears an expensive Italian suit.
I am his, to be used according to his will, and I know from personal experience that his will is kinky and ravenous.
“I will not be the only one you please tonight.”
Rytsar enters the room from one of the adjoining areas. The wicked grin on his face and the erection outlined in his pants alerts me to the fact he is aroused by what Sir has planned for me.
I have enjoyed quite a few scenes with these two and look forward to them putting me through my paces—but we are not alone.
Master Anderson walks in, dressed only in blue jeans and his black Stetson. I bite my lip as I gaze up at his manly chest. He tips his hat to me. He, too, appears to be excited about the evening’s events based on the rigid cock trapped in his jeans.
So it is to be three on one tonight. I am curious how it will play out, considering the impressive size of Master Anderson’s shaft. I start to feel tingles of fear and excitement, wondering how much my body will be pushed.
That’s when a fourth man enters the room. I let out a gasp when I see who it is.
I am very familiar with Boa and his shaft, having studied it closely during class at the Submissive Training Center, and then later having been claimed by it during one of my practicums.
Boa is every bit as challenging as Master Anderson.
I brave a glance up at Sir, wondering how much he will demand of me.
“Téa, there will be no safeword tonight.”
My heart skips a beat. We have never played out a scene without a safeword before.
“Do you understand and consent?” he asks.
As always, I have control over what happens next. My curiosity outweighs my fear and I answer confidently, “Yes, Master.”
“Very well.”
I feel the sexual tension rise in the room, now that the four men know there are no limits hindering them. However, this will not be a free-for-all because my Master orchestrates the scene.
First, I am taken to a room on the left where a pole in the center of the room dominates the space. Sir binds my wrists as Master Anderson takes out his bullwhip and begins warming up his arm. With no safewords, I am left totally to his mercy.
I glance nervously at Master Anderson, knowing well the bite of his whip, and he winks at me. I understand that he will be delivering pain, but take comfort in the knowledge I will be kept safe under his Dominance.
The other Doms stand on either side of me and at a distance, so they can watch.
Like the other room, one of the walls is covered in mirrors so I can experience the bullwhip as I watch it strike. This adds a whole new element to the scene, and I tremble with anticipation.
“Get ready, darlin’. This is going to sting.”
I whimper before the first lash even makes contact with my skin. The moment of impact, I cry out with the pain I knew was coming, my back on fire with the strength of his first stroke. This initial lash lets me know he is not warming my skin before diving into play.
My focus is now riveted on that whip and the next stroke coming.
Unlike times before, he does not stop or slow down. It is a continuous volley of strokes that leave me no room to breathe. I scream loudly when it becomes too much, but Master Anderson continues to challenge me, enjoying the limit he has crossed.
When the lashes finally stop, I am left panting and shaking in my bonds, my body numb from the onslaught. I almost feel as if I am an outside participant to my own body, except I still feel the sting when his hands touch the lash marks he has left on my back.
“I love watching your body respond to my bullwhip.”
I moan, mesmerized by his voice. He turns my head, kissing me deeply, his tongue unleashing the need and passion produced by our scene. I become caught up in his erotic energy and surrender to his ardent kisses, inviting him to consume me.
He groans in response, pressing his hard cock against my body.
