But he was in no hurry as he had an entire weekend and knew it was best to build up slowly, so he stopped hitting her nipples with the crop, and told her, “Now put your arms up straight over your head and bow until your face is on the floor. That is position three.” She bowed down as a supplicant would, her forehead and nipples both touching the carpet. He moved in front of her, and placed his now bare feet on her fingers, not pressing hard but she was surely unable to easily remove them. He then told her, “Very good, but I want you to raise your ass in the air more,” and she lifted her ass up off her feet.
When it was as high up as she could get it, the crop landed, very hard, on her ass. She flinched from the blow, but recovered and resumed the correct position. And it landed again, and again, and again, and again. With her hands held in place under his feet, all she could do was try to accept the blows with some dignity. She really did not want to disappoint him so soon and struggled to maintain her position and not try to avoid his cruelty. If she could not take this, how would she manage with whatever was to come? But then she realized the blows had stopped, and the toes had released her fingers, even as she wanted more and her ass seemed to move upwards again, begging for it. As he stood above her, he knew what she wanted, needed, but would not give it to her, not yet. She would have to wait, as there were more positions to learn.
When she had calmed down, he told her, “Reach back with both hands and pull apart your ass cheeks.” As her arms moved back her face pressed into the soft plush carpet, and she was glad for that mercy, and placed her hands on each ass cheek and pulled them apart exposing her rosebud of an asshole above her exposed pussy, as she had remembered to keep her knees far apart as was required. “Very nice. You are now in position four.”
He went around behind her, knelt down and pressed a finger against the rosebud, but did not press it in. He enjoyed as she involuntarily pulled away slightly before moving back again, as if she wanted more than just the pressure of the tip of his finger. She wanted him to violate her, but he again frustrated her by pulling back to stay only with just the lightest contact. She mewed in need and wiggled her ass seductively, and he used his thumb to press against her exposed clit, again with barely any pressure, and she moaned with increasing frustrated need. How long would he deny her, keep her on edge, make her wait for the ravishment she craved and was sure would come, hopefully soon? She did not fully realize the control he could maintain. He knew he had plenty of time and he enjoyed watching her squirm, torturing her with denial and making it last for them both. After a few quick movements across her clit, he slid his thumb into her wet pussy, moved it in and out once, pulled away and stood up, leaving her pussy gaping suggestively as if it was begging to be penetrated, which it was.
“OK, now stand up. Place your arms at your sides like you were in the foyer, this is position five.” She stood as ordered, her arms slack at her sides, legs spread apart around eight inches. She was not ready to make a mistake that would get her punished, at least not yet. He placed her in front of a large full-length mirror, stood behind her and reached around, lightly caressing her breasts, stomach and down to her pussy, touching all the exposed flesh with his strong hands. She watch it happen as she felt herself grow weak in the knees to his soft, somehow tender touch, but maintained her position.
And then the hands covered her breasts and her nipples were caught between his thumb and forefinger, and they closed tighter and tighter, and pulled the hard nubs outward from the firm orbs of her breasts. And he pulled even more until she once again moaned from the pain, and he held them there, not moving, seeing if she would move forward to reduce the stretching and pain it caused. And when she did not, he whispered in her ear, “Lean back against me,” and as she complied he held on tighter, not moving his hands, until she was leaning against his chest and her nipples were pulled even further from her chest and her breast flesh became stretched taut, and he enjoyed that she was willing to hurt herself for him.
He would surely use this knowledge again later. After a short time, that once again seemed much longer to her, her released the nipples from his grasp, and as the blood returned she felt a new rush of pain. He left one hand to rub the pain from first one nipple and then the other, and moved the other hand down to her pussy, dipping two fingers in to find it even more wet than before, as he expected. Once his fingers were soaked with her juices, he brought them up to her mouth, and she opened it without his asking, and she licked them clean.
“Good girl, now place your hands behind your head for position six.” She brought her hands behind her head, intertwining her fingers as she had done when she was kneeling. She tried to remember the number of that position, number two she was pretty sure. And again it caused her breasts to be thrust out proudly from her chest. Again he caressed her from her shoulders to her hips and even down her thighs, and it felt so good to her to be touched like this after so long.
When he went behind her she could not see him picking up a short whip that was also on the bed. It had a handle about eight inches long, with around ten thin strands of leather each about fifteen inches long. It shocked her as it came around from behind to land across her right breast, thin leather strands cutting across her now even more sensitive than usual nipples, and she cried out in pain. From the surprise, she involuntarily brought her arms down to protect herself, but quickly recovered as she realized what she had done and put them back in position again. She was still in front of the mirror and could see the whip indent her breasts as it hit, and the red marks it left.
He waited for her to recover and then brought the whip down across her ass hard, which hurt but not with the sharp pain felt on her breast. And then it came from the other side to land on her left breast, but this time she stoically kept her arms in position, and still did so as it came from the other side again. He repeated this several times on each side, the pain on her breasts and the sting increasing on her nipples each time, until he finally did so with so much harder force she could not remain still and finally had to cover her breasts with her arms. He just returned to whipping her ass until she placed her hands behind her head again, knowing she was inviting him to whip her breasts again. But instead he stopped and put down the whip, caressed her breasts from behind, feeling the welts the whip had left, as if he was rubbing the pain from them, and whispered in her ear, “You did very well, my pet, I will forgive you for covering yourself…. this time.”
And she replied with a sincerity that even shocked herself,”Thank you, sir. Thank you for forgiving my weakness.”
“Now lay down on the bed, face up, arms outstretched to the corners, legs spread wide, which is position seven.” She was grateful to lay down as he described and expose herself to his gaze, knowing her open pussy was wet with arousal. She imagined him tying her wrists and ankles to the corners of the bed, and taking her over and over, satiating her deepest needs. She watched as he undressed himself, revealing a lean, tall body with a fair amount of hair on his chest, arms and legs. He was surprisingly well toned and muscular that was not evident when clothed, and had a flat stomach with good six-pack definition. She looked on with admiration and more than a little lust since he was definitely not your typical 50 year-old man. Her gaze continued down to the eight inch long, perfectly thick cock she had already seen and had in her mouth earlier.
She thought again it would wind up at some time over the weekend in her ass since she had told him she was a virgin there, which she really was, and deliberately did not list it as a hard limit. She was glad it was of such good size for her pussy, but hoped it was not too big to make it too painful or difficult for her to take it in her ass, although she knew that would not be an obstacle for him. She wanted to show how much she wanted it there to please him, giving him the ultimate pleasure of breaking her anal cherry. While she was considering this, he got up on the bed between her legs and she was so glad when he lay down on top of her. He positioned his fully erect cock at the entrance to her pussy, looked her directly in the eyes and pressed hard in one swift stroke, forcing the air from her lungs.
“Unnggghhh…. Oh yes, thank you sir, please fuck me, please take me,” she pleaded. She hadn’t fully forgotten his instruction to not talk, but she was so desperate and afraid he would pull out too soon, she couldn’t help herself.
He held her tight and kissed her hard, silencing her as he started to stroke all the way in and out, his pubic bone hitting her clit hard as she gasped each time he pounded into her, her legs held spread uncomfortably wide. She was already soaking wet and as he felt her getting closer and closer to an orgasm, he pressed it all the way in and pressed hard into her, his pubic hair rasping against her clit. But when she cried out, “Oh God, I’m going to cum,” he pulled all the way out and got off her and the bed quickly, his cock glistening with her juices, leaving her lifting her hips and pussy up against just air, begging for penetration, a look of ultimate need on her face.
“Nooooo. Please don’t stop, please let me cum, pleeeease….,” she cried out desperately, until she saw him looking at her coldly and realized she was again disobeying his instruction not to talk.
She realized she had gotten all she was going to get for now, understanding now how much he could torture her without any pain, as no one had done to her for so long. Denial of pleasure was a special kind of torture. He watched patiently as her breathing returned to normal, slowly calming down with her arms and legs still spreadeagled wide, her wet pussy still gaping open obscenely as if it was begging for anything to enter it again. He got on the bed next to her head and brought his cock up to her mouth and coldly told her, “Clean off your mess, slut.”
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