My lips are all swollen and red from being a Submissive Slut. It’s going to take a lot of downstairs attention before things are feeling good down there again. Oh well, at least I tried something new last night. It was sort of fun but I think Jack liked it more.

Jack is very kinky and dominant and I always call him ‘Sir’ when I’m with him. He scares me but in a way that makes my tits pointy and my pussy wet. I’m such a Submissive Slut and weak when he’s standing in front of me that I just do whatever he wants, even if it’s something that scares the shit out of me. I know he won’t really hurt me and it’s just a bit of pain. So when he stood there in his black jeans and tight t-shirt telling me to strip I did it.

 It was embarrassing standing there naked while he was dressed and made me feel even smaller as he pushed me down on the bed. There were two sets of handcuffs already attached to each side of the headboard and I held my arms up so he could snap them around my wrists.

He did it tightly so the metal bit into me and I started breathing heavy as a dull ache throbbed deep in my pussy.

He then grabbed me by the ankle and pulled it up to my arm, using another set of handcuffs to restrain it to my wrist before doing the same with my other leg. I was wide open for him and I couldn’t move at all. Sir took his shirt off and I stared at his rock hard abs as he leaned over me and put two fingers on my pussy. I lifted my ass up, rubbing it on him to try and ease the pressure I felt and he slid his fingers slowly up and down.

 It felt good and I got wetter as he moved faster. It was turning me on until I had to bite my lip to stop myself from screaming at him to fuck me. My pussy was juicy and leaking down my crack when he finally stopped. Then he picked something up from the dresser. It took me a minute to figure out it was a small handheld whip with long tendrils. I knew just where he was going to whip me and I freaked out, trying to close my legs but it was useless.

 I wiggled around and he grabbed my hair. He forced me to look at him as he slapped me across the face.

“Stop fucking moving,” he said and I tried to be a good girl as he raised his hand. I was so scared and shut my eyes as he brought the whip down, screaming as it landed on my puffy, sensitive lips. White hot pain shot through me and I couldn’t think or do anything as it filled me.

 He whipped me again, not giving me time to recover and the pain got worse. My pussy felt like a giant red hot gash. I started crying and begging him to stop as he whipped me again and again. It was hard to breathe and my thighs tensed up as I braced for each blow. I could hear him calling me a bitch and slut but the pain was overwhelming me.

I thought I was going to pass out as the whip cracked against me and when he finally stopped I was a wet, shaking mess. And I knew he wasn’t done with me yet but I was glad for the break.

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