On Tuesday evening, four days after my meeting with the one I must call Madam, I am on time for the appointment. I brought flowers and champagne, she was pleasantly surprised, then immediately made things clear: she would be my Mistress, never anything more.This time, we talk little, she lets me undress and will change after leading me to the bedroom.The decor has changed a bit. I didn't immediately notice the absence of the chandelier above the bed, the lighting being dim. It is while waiting for it that I see that instead there is a solid hook.She appears, dressed in an old-fashioned corset that brings out her breasts dangerously. A suspender belt where black stockings hang, and a thong. Her hands are laden with harness, a riding crop and a leather whip. She has everything on a coffee table, letting me admire her ass. But be careful: don't touch!She ties my wrists with two thick leather bracelets held on by a chain, squeezes hard and hooks everything up on the bed. I have her princely cleavage in front of me, and can't help but plunge my tongue into it, sniff her perfume, lick her soft skin. I get a little slap, then a good spanking. I cannot avoid it; Madame calculated the length of the chain perfectly and I can't escape.She weighs my swollen cock, my balls that I shaved for her. "Did you masturbate, young man?"I don't know what to say, tells him no. But she squeezes my testicles, pulls them down."Little liar! I know you jerked off. Maybe someone else relieved you. Know that when I meet you, your body and your cum belong to me!"I'm a little ashamed, but mostly scared of what awaits me when she takes the whip."You will suffer a punishment. Thus, you will be more obedient in the future."She first targets the lower back. A firm blow that slams and makes me scream. She fears nothing, the walls have been specially insulated, she tells me between shots."Scream again, beg, you won't cut it, you dirty little wanker!"It is the buttocks, the thighs that rust. The straps reach the belly, my sex. When a precise blow lacerates my balls, I scream outright. She laughs out loud."If they were full, it would be less painful."Finally she stops. To my surprise, I still firmly bandage. She then massages my cock, and after the pain I feel the excitement burning my insides."Mmh, this beautiful body is mine. I will show you what pleasure really is, then you will give me the pleasure I deserve."She activates behind me. I can't see, and hesitate to move the chain too much. She likes to see me wise, then I feel a scented liquid running down my back, to my reddened buttocks, much more sensitive because of the whip.She massages me then, rubbing my muscles, kneading my bruised flesh. Then it's the turn of my stomach, my neck, my outstretched arms tortured by tingling.The sensation is new to me, a pleasure that makes my guts boil. When she finally takes care of my oiled cock, I'm on the verge of orgasm, and the precum mixes with the oil.She senses it, and immediately stops. I tumble inside, panting with desire."You're a real dog, my word. You're not going to satisfy me that way. I'm going to have to train you!"She takes the whip, enjoys seeing me shiver. She caresses my glans, my stiff rod to my balls. Then gives me small precise blows on the glans.After the pleasure, here comes the pain. But I feel it differently, it resonates deep inside me. Being offered like this drives me crazy, I pull on the chain, but the installation is robust. And no matter how much I squirm, she tries to aim where it hurts.But she is so beautiful, having fun torturing me, shaking her sheathed curves to the extreme. I still have a hard-on, and she stops, gives me a compliment, scratches my reddened flesh."Let's see if the lesson is well learned." She said to me, biting the lobe of my ear.She squats down and sucks me off like never before, shaking me gently. I feel that she touches herself, because her perfume has a new fragrance. She swallows me up, alternates with a clever massage, her fingers tight on my rod. I feel myself coming and I have to tell him. But how long did it last? I do not know. She then starts her whipping again, strangely I want them. I ask for more but don't dare tell him. I feel the cum coming down, my kidneys are burning and I'd die if she didn't let me fuck her.Finally, she releases me. My arms fall heavily; I no longer feel them. She lays me down on the bed, takes off her thong, sits on top of me, rubbing my cock until she coats it with her wetness. She rubs her clit, her nails still bruise my cock, I jerk under her, and it intensifies her pleasure. She enjoys so hard that her thighs squeeze my stomach, her thrust ...

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