Month: July 2015

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Bedroom blacked out to protect the (debatably) innocent.

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Whipping Post, Part Four

I kept my head down while I walked past people to grab a condom, slipping back over to the play area and attempting to avoid conversation. I didn’t exactly want to have to say, “sorry, I have to go get fucked” to somebody who was trying to talk to me.

The section across from us had been behind me while I was being whipped, and aside from brief glimpses into the mirror to see some people walk by or pause to watch, I hadn’t really been paying attention to what was going on there. But when I returned to hand the condom to Pup, I got a look at the people inside. There were two girls: one sitting up on a stool, the other eating her out.

Pup pushed me down to my knees and put the condom in his back pocket. “Come on, get me ready,” he said. But, when I went to unzip his pants, he pushed me away. “Beg for it.”

I rolled my eyes. I have never, ever understood the whole begging to do a thing the person has clearly just asked you to do. Sure, yeah, it’s for the purpose of humiliation, but it seems so redundant sometimes. But, I begged regardless until he let me unzip his pants and take his cock out.

Once I’d sucked him off for a little while, he hauled me up to my feet by my hair. “Hold onto the post,” he said. “I’m going to fuck you.”

I went to get into my old position, but he stopped me. “Nope, this side this time.” I felt myself blushing. He wanted me to face the girls.

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Filed under: really blushy, not entirely flattering photos I can only post when I have some booze in me.

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Whipping Post, Part Three

“I’m not going to fuck you yet,” Pup replied. “You’re disgusting, you know that?” He reached between my legs and rubbed my pussy through the gusset of the bodysuit I was wearing. “You’re a disgusting whore and I’m going to have to fix you. I’m going to make you a good girl.”

I leaned back against him as best as I could. “Yes, Sir.”

He shoved me forward against the post. “Do you know how I’m going to make you a good girl?”

“I don’t know, Sir,” I said. He hit me with the belt again, hard. “I said I don’t know,” I repeated.

Pup kept hitting me. “Come on, take a guess. How do you make someone a good girl?”

I cried out as he delivered a few more rough blows. “I…I don’t know. You hurt them?” He kept hitting me and I kept guessing. I don’t even remember what I’d said or even what the answer was. But I remember that when he finally stopped and told me, I was both in incredible pain and really, really turned on. I think I’d been crying, and there was a sheen of sweat on my forehead when I looked at myself in the mirror.

“If you can take ten hits from my belt and hold perfectly still and stay quiet, I’ll fuck you,” Pup said while I composed myself. He placed his hand on my shoulder. “Are you ready?”

I nodded. He went right for the back of my calves, and he got in maybe three hits before I flinched away and cried out. I rested my head against the post and let out a long whine when he told me that we were going to keep going until I got ten. He started over, putting in a few hits on my legs before moving to my upper arm. I squeezed my eyes shut, swallowing any attempt at making noise under deep breaths. This time, I managed.

“Good girl,” Pup said and smoothed my hair back. I wanted to be a little defiant, thinking I’d earned it from succeeding, but instead I ended up pressing my head against him until he moved to untie me from the post. I stumbled off of it, Pup steadying me for a moment as I got my bearings. My skin felt electric with pain, my mind both keen and hazy with the weird, blurred alertness that comes with endorphins.

Giving me a shove out of the play area, Pup told me to go get a drink of water and a condom.

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