Madam Sonja Pt. 02

Literotic asexstories – Madam Sonja Pt. 02 by lickitysplitplus,lickitysplitplus
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Next day the Limo stops, the Chauffeur standing at attention opens the rear door. I don’t see her sitting in the back, I excitedly approach, I lean in, she’s there, in the front, wearing the leather outfit, she was wearing in the video. Her legs apart her bare pussy in full view, I wondered if I was to go down on her.

{‘Damn that looks inviting.}

“Sit. There” She pointed with the crop, indicating the back seat across from her. It’s the first words I’ve heard her speak. She has a husky, breathy voice.

She passes me a fatty. She slaps her palm with the crop, puts it against my neck, slides it down my cleavage, staring intently into my eyes, she flips it; striking the bare flesh of my tit, gauging my response, she lifts it as if to steady my chin. I bite my lower lip, take another toke; I detect a slight grin. She pushes the crop against the inside of my knee, I move it as she pushes, she pushes my other knee outward; I oblige. She’s staring intently into my eyes. She strikes the bare flesh just above my knees.

I’m thinking.

{‘Damn, don’t stop; not today, I’m so horny, I want everything you want to do to me’}

“Open your blouse, show me your tits.” She’s demanding. The crop moves up my inner thigh, a light lift of my skirt.

“Take those panties off.” I lift my bum enough to slide them off, they’re hanging around my ankles. I open my blouse.

{Oh, yes, she is going to continue.}

I part my knees again, waiting for, anxiously anticipating, some swats on my thighs and hopefully some pussy stimulation.

The crop wiggles against my sensitive lips. Gawd, will I be in trouble if I climax, I’m sooo ready.

The small flat blade slides between my wet labia, twists, parting my flaps, slides up to my clit, I shudder. She raises her eyebrows, nods a couple times, I tilt my head, nod back. She smiles, opens the divider window a smidge.

“Let’s go.” The limo starts moving.

The crop swishes through the air, the first contact is to the side of my tit, its sting is excruciating, I wince, a surprised gasp; by the time the pain registers, my other tit is struck, another flinch. It also stings, it’s stimulating, arousing; had it been done without any preparation, it would truly hurt, and would have a negative effect; but knowing the end result is for my sexual pleasure, awaking nerve receptors, I welcome more.

“Put your panties in your mouth, I don’t want to hear you whine.” I quickly slip off my heels, gather the panties, ball them up and stuff them in my mouth.

A brisk swat across each hard nipple, flicking only the hard protrusion. My gawd I’m getting hornier, my mind swirling thinking about the blonde strung up, getting swatted. A harsh hit on the insides of my upper thighs has me slouch on the seat as I inhale sharply.

“Remove your blouse, and skirt.” As quickly as I can, I’m naked.

“I suspect you’re a willing participant or you would not be in front of me naked, legs spread, wet cunt; panties in your mouth.”

4 harsh strikes, one on each boob, and each inner thigh.

“Obey completely or you’ll be dismissed immediately, no matter where we are, if we’re in the middle of downtown, a mall parking lot, or on a bridge. I won’t hesitate to open the door and push you out.”

“Turn around, put your face on the seat, use your fingers to spread your ass cheeks for me.” I get my ass slapped several times; I can’t see as my face is in the leather, but one after the other, each a bit larger than the last, 6 balls are pressed past my sphincter. Then several flogger swats on both globes.

“Turn around sit.” She passes me the roach; she is staring again. Our eyes looked on each other; It’s erotic, bewitching.

“If it gets too intense and you need to stop, the safe word is ‘Medusa’ say it now.”

“Medusa.”

“Great, Kiara, we’ll continue, until I hear that exact word, or I think you’ve had enough for your first encounter.” She places a studded collar around my neck, attaches a leash, then a Velcro blindfold. She caresses my boobs, teases my nipples with the crop, running the edge around and over the tips. She wiggles the edge of the crop between my labia, and up to tease my clitoris, it’s like a fingernail grazing the engorged nub.

{‘Geezus I’m so frikkin horny.’}

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The limo stops, the door opens. The chauffeur must be standing there, seeing me naked; my initial embarrassment dissipates immediately; it’s arousing.

Thrilling, stimulating.

“Crawl out.” The leash tugs the collar, I cautiously crawl from the car, I feel cold cement, unsure if I’m in a parking lot, a sidewalk; I could be crawling naked through a shopping mall. All my senses are elevated; it smells like a parking garage, I hear movement, her stilettos tapping, there’s another set of footsteps, is the chauffeur a participant? The leash tugs me to stop. A door creaks open. I instantly recognize the distinct smell of leather and burning candles.

“Stand.” The leash tugs me up. She removes the blindfold, unclasps the leash.

I open my eyes to a candlelight, flickering yellow glow, when my eyes adjust, I see it’s a fully stocked dungeon. I don’t see another person, so he must have just escorted us and opened the door.

I see the wooden cross the blonde was strapped to. I get a rush, imagining me bound to the cross and getting the treatment the blonde got. A portion of the floor is covered with gym mats.

There’s a set of stocks, a padded leather table, a medieval stretching rack. Something similar to a dentist’s chair with gynecologist stirrups, in front of it is a sex machine, a motor with a long arm. Several chains hanging from the ceiling, rings attached to the floor, a leather sex swing. An entire wall of various restraints, whips, floggers, crops. Another wall has an abundance of dildos, numerous strap-ons, blindfolds, gags, clips, weights. Many items I don’t recognize but I’m sure they are designed to be used for BDSM.

I’m ecstatic, ready to explode the buildup, the anticipation. I’m standing here about to be Dominated. I’m sure if she were to kiss my cunt I’d climax instantly.

I was led to the dentist’s chair, my butt on the edge of the seat, the chair is adjusted so I’m semi-prone, the headrest has my head tipped to see my lower body. My knees, 3 feet wide, restrained by furry straps, my ankles wider, also in leather bindings. My arms are bent and cuffed beside my waist. She tugs on each to make sure I’m secure.

Her tongue swirls around my hard nipple, circling on the areole with the edge of her tongue against my sensitive protruding bump. A finger lightly brushes my fleshy flaps, a fingernail scrapes my clitoris. I shudder, unsure if it’s the anticipation or the time spent not being able to see that raised my sensitivity, every nerve receptive is tingling, goosebumps cover my arms and legs, a guttural moan escapes me.

I’m feeling my orgasm about to erupt, my cunt is struck with a fierce strike from a crop. The unexpected hit stuns me, I didn’t cum. She moves toward the wall, my mind racing, desiring to lick the bulging bare bottom exposed between her leather corset and boots. She chooses several items from the wall.

She sets the items on a side table; her labia are glistening.

{Oh, how I want to taste her.}

Clear glass tubes are positioned over my extended nipples, pressed against my dark areoles; she twists the white handle, activating suction. An internal plunger rises, drawing my tender flesh up into the cylinder. Exhilarating, my nipples are extended to over an inch long, more than double the original, aroused size.

Her fingers pluck one of the large marbles from my butthole. I quiver, I’m so sexually aroused, I’m tense with excitement. She pops out another.

“Fight it, don’t cum.” She slaps my face. Poking the balls back, she attaches a flat bar clip to my fleshy labia lip, tightens the tiny thumbwheels, squishing my lips tightly. Pulls the tiny chain over my thigh; stretches my tender lip, attaches the chain to the table. Repeating on my other lip. I don’t dare move, fearing yanking my labia.

The fear adding a new element of stirring emotions, sensuality, titillating.

She chooses a smaller glass tube, repeats the process on my clit, sucking the sensitive kernel into the tube, the constant sucking is both excruciating and stimulating.

Returning to the wall she gets a feather tickler. The soft plume on my highly sensitive skin is uniquely as excruciating as the smites from the crop; every portion of my flesh is tingling; I’ve never known such eroticism.

The fast-wiggling feather starts tickling at my ankles, over every inch of my legs, thighs, then delicately drags through my splayed labia.

“Geeezuuuuhhhhzzzz,” My eyes roll back, it is tremendous, I erupt, my toes curl, fireworks explode behind my eyelids. I quiver for several moments. My eyes open to see her aligning the machine between my feet. She returns to the dildo wall, chooses a detailed replica of a pink 8″ cock, complete with balls; and then a 10″ black shaft. She held up one then the other wanting me to choose.

“Oh, the pink dink please, that huge black one, might cause me to say the Greek goddess word I surely don’t want to.”

She replaced them both and lifted a double dong; a 7-8″ rubber dick, with a 5-6″ tapered, ribbed shaft attached about an inch below. I cringed, knowing what was about to happen.

{My gawd, I’m about to get DP’d by a relentless machine.}

The pins and needles return, as she fits the dildo on the end of the arm. She ever so slowly extracts the string of anal beads; pausing with each extraction, she flicks the clit tube. I damn near climax again.

Drawing the machine closer with her right hand, her left fingers make sure the tip enters my cunt, then guides the lower slender shaft to my anus. Wiggling the tip, she pushes the machine, invading the tight orifice.

I quiver, almost relinquishing another orgasm. My mind does individual inventory, my eyes look at my elongated stretched nipples, then my vacuum tugged clit, and wide splayed labia, I can see the dick partly buried in my cunt, but only feel the tip of the rectal intruder. I’m anxious, but extremely excited. I close my eyes and revel in the intensity.

{Oh, how I wish I could lay back, and let this happen, but I’m in a position, compelled to watch the assault.}

“I’m going start the machine with less than 1 per second and 3″ strokes, when you start your orgasms, I’ll work up to 7” strokes, and speed up to at least 3 strokes a second.

Before she starts the machine, she changes the angle, so the tip is targeting my g spot. The tiny chains holding my labia splayed are unclipped; the vacuum on my nipple suckers is released, the tubes removed but my protrusions remained like obelisks, when my clit is freed, it causes me to shiver.

Sweet little padded pinchers are snugly applied to my enlarged nips, a powerful, gentle, vibrator under each clamp portion arouses and teases my sensitive skin.

The plunging starts, rhythmic steady, I’ll soon be wailing, my g spot is getting pummeled.

I watch her slide a nubby textured jelly sleeve over her forefinger, then touches my clitoris. The ensuing stimulation isn’t overly intense, just a nice, unrelenting buzz; that, combined with the pleasure of the nipple vibes, the sexual scenario happening between my legs, is extremely wild. The speed increases, I climax.

“HHOOOLLLEEEE FUUU-UUUK!” My hips involuntarily writhe, I twist in a futile attempt to break free. My orgasm continues, my legs quiver, my toes curl, my eyes roll back, and I let out a loud groan.

“AaAAhhh, AAAHHHH, AAHHHHH, UUUUHHHH.”

The tenacious ramming in my ass and cunt increases to a furious pace, beyond the capability of any human. The constant vibrating stimulation of my clit and nipples, a fierce stirring of sensations starting in my extremities, building, surging like a tsunami wave, culminating in an unbelievable orgasm; a frenzied, mind blowing, salacious squirt.

I’ve heard about it, read about them, but never imagined such tremendous sensations, I gush, liquid spew forth, soaking my thighs, splashing the machine.

Sonja knew exactly what I needed at that moment, her tongue parted my lips, I hungrily sucked and swirled our tongues as some strange guttural sounds tried escaping.

She quickly moved away; pulled the machine back making a slurping sound. I giggled; she was removing the restraints. I sat up; looked at her with adoration, fully satisfied.

“Saturday at 11:30 can you be here?” She asked matter-of-factly, in a monotone voice, like this was some business transaction we just had.

“I look forward to it.” I stand, a little wobbly, weak kneed, and lightheaded.

“Bernard will take you home.” She leaves.