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| Kiss of the Singletail |
| By SirMike |
She never knew what it was like. Oh she had heard about it, but
what is it about the whip that makes her body shake? Understanding
is not easy to come by, it is more of an abandonment of herself to
its sting. That headspace which defies all intelligent thought,
even now is starting to take over her mind. Her body craves what
others might run from. "Why am I doing this?" She thinks. She knows
there will be marks on her body, long red welts which will linger
for a while, days maybe. Stinging marks. However she drives towards
his hand without a thought of turning around.
Walking into the room they make eye contact. She automatically
looks at his feet knowing the power he has over her. Knowing how she
is about to surrender to his hand and whip. A kiss on the head and
she is his. He hugs her and strokes her back to relax what cannot
be relaxed. The thought of the whip is filling her mind and body.
She starts to shake as he runs his hand over her spine and neck.
With the caress of a lover he guides her to the post.
Holding her firmly he spins her around to face the object of her
bindings. Raising her hands above her head he kisses her neck and
feels her fear. Tying her hands in bindings, which she cannot
release herself from. She is standing facing the post with a fear
that makes her start to sweat. All the better for the whip. See the
sweat will make it stick a bit better and cause the welts to rise
faster.
Suddenly she feels alone. His hands have left her body. Silence
fills the room as she hears some shuffling behind her. Hands touch
her head as he wraps a bandanna around her eyes and ties it firmly.
Again his hands are removed from her skin. Then with the shock of a
bolt of lightning, a cold metal is felt on her back. It seems large
and hard. A ripping sound can be heard as the metal cuts through the
silky dress she had bought to impress him. It is a sexy number with
spaghetti straps over the shoulder and a deep sloping back. So deep
is the slope that the top of her buttocks shows when she leans just
right. She thought it would turn him on. Well it does turn him on.
Even more so while he slices it off her body with his eight-inch
dagger. He doesn't just cut it off, no with a mythical rhythm he
moves from her back to her sides to her breasts and cuts long rips
from her neck to her ass, from her breasts to her pussy. Exposing
her slowly and seductively. She had thought all she was going to do
was be whipped, this was so much more of a power game, but was it a
game?
Again she is left the feel only the air on her body. She feels a
light breeze from the heater in the room. Though she doesn't need
any added heat, she is starting to feel moistness between her
legs. Involuntary muscle twitches begin to spread in her legs. Her
thighs start to quiver in anticipation of what is to come.
Suddenly a crack is heard from the singletail. "Oh no" she
thinks, it is about to start. Another crack and she feels the silky
garment she has on begin to fall in slices from her body, exposing
her skin to the tail. Little by little with each unraveling of the
leather whip her dress is cut to pieces from her body. The whip has not
touched her skin; there is no pain yet. She thinks, though, with the
power to cut her dress to little slivers of it's original
self, "what will this do to my skin?" Lovely skin it is too. White
and virgin like never to have been touched by the leather of the
whip. In a short time she is left with nothing but a shell of a
dress. She is exposed and now feels the heat on most of her body.
She feels a pause in the whipping. His warm breath is felt on her
back, then with the quickness of a snake attack, his hands make
short work of what is left of the dress. She pants and lets out a
sigh as she realizes she is naked except for her thong and shoes.
She feels his hands touching her ass and sliding under her thong.
He pulls it down to her ankles as he kisses her warm ass. She
willingly lifts her legs to free the thong. She wants to give all of
herself to him. She wants to touch him too but her hands are
restrained. He wants to cause her to change under his touch.
It is time, time to feel what she had only dreamed of till now.
She has no way to stop now. She is completely overcome by the
thought of what he is about to do to her body. As he moves to judge
his distance she shakes uncontrollably. A loud crack and then just a
purr. The tail is gliding through the air just licking her skin. It
doesn't even hurt; it is like a feather across her back. She thinks
for a moment, "What was I afraid of? Is this all there is?" Just
then one swing of the tail hits her hard on her ass cheek. It is
like a electric shock and then it subsides. Again another shock and
another and another, it is stinging but welcome. It is what she
wanted. More and more the stings begin to intensify and now are
coming more rapidly. The thought "Can I take this?" runs through her
mind. Time and time again the whip cuts into her ass, both cheeks
are now starting to feel warm. The pain is growing inside her. Her
mind starts to wonder from what is happening and more to what she is
feeling. She longs for a break or something to give her a chance to
collect herself. It never comes. She is starting to go with it and
enjoy this pain. The warm spot between her legs is growing in it's
wetness. She feels her womanhood dripping with excitement at her
predicament. Then it stops. Silence. All that is heard is the
panting and beating of her heart. "Is it over" she thinks. Then,
without warning, no sound at all, a crack on her back, which starts
at her shoulders and ends at the crack of her ass. A rush of pain
she has never felt, she never expected, she didn't know she could
take, moves through her body and causes her knees to buckle. Her
weight is bourn by the ropes around her hands as she struggles to
come to some sort of understanding of what just happened. Just as
she regains some control and stands up again, crack, again it covers
her entire back. Knees go again and she moans loudly and begins to
whimper. Tears are starting to flow over her sweaty cheeks. Again it
comes a pain so sharp she cannot describe it. The welts are growing
like a beautiful Chinese fan on her back. She tastes the salt in her
mouth. Then she feels him. She feels his warm body behind her,
though blindfolded she knows the look in his eyes. She knows his
satisfaction at her surrender. His had slides up from her ass to her
stomach, he reaches to caress her breasts from behind. Then he turns
her around. She feels her arms being strained behind her head as he
licks the tears from her face and kisses her neck. She is lost in
emotion and lust. She wants to touch him, again she can't.
As this scene is growing in its emotional and spiritual depth,
it is far from over. She thinks it is over but she will soon learn
what a single tail can really do. As he moves away again she
shudders. She is trying to stand still but she has lost control. Her
wetness is running down her legs as she waits to feel the sting on
her virgin skin. Then something she didn't expect, the tail grazes
her eyes. She feels it as it passes through her hair and face. It
doesn't hurt but she freezes in her skin, as she knows the power of
this implement as it delicately massages her face and hair. "My God"
is all she can think of. How could something that buckled her knees
so gently caress her face? Then it happens, a slice hits her right
breast and the backhand slices her left. As soon as she knows the
pain it happens again and again. She starts to quiver again thinking
of what this will do to her nipples if it hits there. Then it does.
Both nipples are under attack of this leather singletail. It feels
heavy as it causes her breasts to shake each time it makes contact.
More and more again and again constant pressure of the tail as it
whips her into another place now. Lost in the feelings she is having
she stands taking it all. Then it stops and she is alarmed, "Is it
over, I want more" then the tail wraps around her left ankle, then
her left cafe, again up to her thigh, now the other thigh, cafe and
ankle. Over and over she feels her legs receive their welts. Then
another pause and crack a burning between her legs. The tail has
touched the most private parts of her womanhood. Again it stings her
pussy, then the sides of her labia. Then the clit, it is so hard it
burns when it is touched. The feeling of letting go runs around her
body like a demon possessing her. She knows nothing now but her
urges to release her lust. Crack. Crack the sound is defining. Crack
on the clit again. That's it she can't take it anymore. He knows her
limits by seeing the reactions of her body. She is at the pinnacle
of her limits and he knows it. He stops and places his hand on her
warm wet womanhood. The pressure feels good while it also hurts from
the sting of the tail. She pushes into his touch till she is humping
his had for all it is worth. He places his fingers around her
swollen clit and squeezes it gently as his other hand mixes with the
softness and sweat of her breasts. She is his. She melts and
releases everything she has left. Her body feels like it has been
ripped to pieces from the inside. Flames of pain flush every bit of
self control from her and she shudders to a point where she is lost
in the feelings of lust and pain, both feel good.
As she weakens and begins to fall from her ability to hold
herself up he releases her hands. She is guided to the floor by his
strong hands. As she goes down she grabs his legs to guide her.
Hugging and kissing his legs she rests on the floor. She is
satisfied to her bones, the warm marks sooth her. She thinks of
nothing because she can't. She is completely wiped out. All she can
do is be there. Sweat drips from her skin, her pussy is a flowing
river of contentment, and her mind is blown. She wants for nothing but
his touch. He pats her head as she strives to regain some sort of
semblance. It will be a while. She is changed forever. Nothing will
ever be the same now that she has delved into the dark recesses of
her lust. It has only just begun.
As morning comes and the soft light of the sun pierces the window
shades, she opens her eyes and sees only him. Today the mundane
things of life must go on. He isn't there but she feels him and sees
him in her mind. What she feels are the ripples of welts around her
body. Little fires burn all around her. As she rolls over to get out
of bed a burning between her legs startles her. She falls back under
the covers to relive the pleasures she experienced the night before
under his control. It is the remnants of last night. Of the sick lust
craving thing she did. Had her mother seen her she would have called
the police.
"How did I let that happen? Why did I let that happen?" It isn't
an easy answer to come by today, last night she was his, but today?
All kinds of guilt are passing through her mind, items which she
never thought of yesterday. "How am I going to go to the gym today?"
If people see her she is going to be so embarrassed, she can't even
wear a skirt, her legs are wrapped in welts. "What did I get myself
into here?" Though she is in pain, though she struggles with the
thoughts of what is today going to be, she remembers his fingers on
her pussy. She remembers his breath on her neck and breasts, she
remembers the cataclysmic orgasm she had last night and wants to
feel it again.
Her hand slides under the covers and touches so gently the slit
between her legs, it is dripping again even though it hurts. It is
like she never stopped cuming from the events of the night before.
She thinks of the dress falling to the floor, the hands holding her
ass. Then the pain reminds her of the whip, that long phallic symbol
that cut through her dress, skin and heart last night. She rubs
quicker now and feels the lust of the night before returning and
building inside her body till it releases from her like a geyser and
wets the entire bed and her hands. Oh it is so deep and satisfying.
The day calls her to action. She must compose herself despite her
wanting to be ravished again and again. She gets her ass into the
shower for she is late for work now. As the water flows the pain is
amplified again. The water stings every welt and bruise. The water
between her legs hurts more then the whip last night, but she loves
it.
How is she going to deal with the normal workweek, knowing if
she chooses, this can all be repeated next weekend at his hand?
Somehow she must find a way. Things have changed. Life is different
now. Since she surrendered to his touch last night, something came
out of her she didn't know was there. A dark side which, causes her
mind to wonder from everyday life now. It is dirty a little, naughty
and sleazy in a way. Something, though which she now craves more
then anything she ever has.
The day goes by in slow motion. From her ride to work in the car,
the leather seats in her car press on the welts on her ass that are
now becoming itchy and sore. Her legs don't hurt as much now but the
marks are still there. Thankfully she had a nice pants suit to wear
and a turtle neck sweater to hide her lustful evening excursion of
the night before. She will skip the gym tonight, telling her friends
there she isn't feeling very well. This is far from the truth. She
feels fine; as a matter of fact she has not felt so good in a long
time. She wants to do it again.
By the third day after, she notices only slight marks remain on
her ass. This she can hide easily. Outwardly she is acting normal to
her co-workers but inside she is a bit fearful however, lusting for
the night when it can all be repeated with him.
Friday comes; she is excited thinking of the arrangements she has
made with him to meet at a club around 10:00pm. Well she thinks she
knows what it is going to be like. She has fantasized about this all
week. The day has finally arrived. She cannot keep her mind on work
but she must so she can get home in time to adorn herself for the
evening's scene. She has masturbated almost every day since the last
time, not able to fill the need in her loins. Tonight it will be
taken care of by him. She can't wait.
After a dinner at home she dresses in her best leather pants and
a gold halter-top, a metallic material that shows off her free
hanging breasts. The feel of the garment keeps her nipples hard all
the time. "He will enjoy this outfit I am sure." Spiked heals about
4 inches make her ass perk up. She looks at herself in a full-length
mirror and admires what she has built for his gratification. Rubbing
her hands down her sides she admires the curves of her ass and
thighs and breasts. After fixing her makeup and spraying on some
seductive Musk perfume, she heads towards the door. As her hand
grabs the doorknob, a chill covers her from head to toe. She
remembers the pain, she stops in her tracks, "Do I really want to do
this?" She opens the door.
The club is dimly lit. Many people are already there. The sounds
of spanking, flogging, caning and whips fill the air. It is so erotic
to know so many people are subjecting themselves to what she thought
was just a sick desire she had. Her upbringing told her everything
about this was wrong, but she felt the warmth begin to build between
her legs that confirmed to her, this is where I need to be.
She walked around staying close to the walls. Timid of the
actions going on around her. Into the back room she ventured, he
told her to meet him there. It seemed darker then the rest of the
club, except for a spot light in the center of the room shining onto
a bench of some sort. People are all around but she doesn't see him.
Little did she know he has been watching her since she checked her
coat at the entrance. He steps up behind her and places his hands on
her shoulders. She jumps in fear, he leans into her naked back and
whispers into her ears, "It's me, I'm here, relax, I have you
covered, you smell nice" He kisses the back of her neck and slides
his hands down her arms giving her a warm hug. She is ready to melt;
this is just the start of what will be another memorable night.
His hands feel so warm on her arms. She is feeling a bit safer
now that he has found her. He is breathing heavy; she knows the musk
and her outfit contribute to his excitement. Little does she know it
is what he is thinking about what he is going to do to her tonight
that fuel his lust. For she thinks she knows now what the
singletail can do but she has only seen the surface of its ability.
As the caress of his hands becomes firmer, she rests in his
arms. Like a dear in the headlights she stands waiting for what will
come next. She is a blank slate, a pile of clay waiting for the
artist’s hand to mold. He lifts her long auburn hair off her back and
blows lightly on her spine up to the back of her head. This feels so
soothing to her. She almost falls back so his lips would touch her
skin. She is so excited. Next he takes his well-manicured fingernails
and starts to run in lovely curves down her naked back. Trails
of red follow his fingertips. Goose bumps cover her body in
anticipation of what is to come.
Now he backs away. She knows something is going to happen, what
she isn't sure. There are many people around watching her; fear
starts to well up inside her. All of a sudden, she feels soft fur on
her back. This is new to her, soft and smooth it runs up and down
her back. She likes this. He reaches around her and hugs her
feeling her erect nipples through her flimsy blouse. He guides her
towards the bench, the only place in the room that is well lit. She
knows now she is the object of everyone's attention. About thirty
people are starring at her body. She stands facing him and the
crowd. He reaches to the zipper on the side of her form fitting
leather pants and glides it down to its bottom. Gently he caresses
her ass and slides down the body-shaping garment. She is becoming
very excited as she sees everyone looking at the red see through
thong she has worn for his pleasure. He pussy lips have swollen from
the excitement of this event. Something inside loves the fact that
she is exposed to this throng of voyeurs. She knows she is going to
be whipped in front of all these people and it pushes her limits to
know this. Willingly she lifts her feet one at a time to free he
pants. He stands in front of her now feeling her breasts and feeling
her warmth between her legs. She is starting to fly as he unties the
little bow behind her neck. The halter drops to her waist now and
exposes her firm and full tits. He pinches her nipples causing the
to grow even more. The tips of the nipples are standing at attention
about an inch from the areola. Taking a chain from his bag he walks
over to her and firmly places two clover clamps on the erect tips of
her nipples. The pain is hard to take. She whimpers from the pain
which is unrelenting. the chain looks nice though when she moves and
it glimmers in the light.
Next he introduces to this scene a pair of leather cuffs. He
places them around her ankles. She wonders what these will be
attached to. A rope is taken out of the bag next, she is ordered to
turn around and place her hands behind her head. Tying both wrists
together behind her head she is stretched out for him to admire.
Both hands above her head, this seems familiar to her. Then he tells
her to sit on the bench in front of her and face him. For the first
time she notices a steel cable above her head. Centered perfectly in
the light. Now her pulls it lower, down to her feet. He takes the
cable and fastens it securely to her ankle cuffs. Sitting there she
is suddenly aware of what he is about to do. This is new; "Oh my
God" is all she can think of as the cable is wound onto its reel.
It becomes tight and starts to lift her legs up in the air. He tells
he to lie back and relax. She feels so vulnerable now. Hands tied
feet bound and she is starting to be lifted so she is hanging
completely upside down. She starts to shake which is her tell that
he is getting to her. She is loosing complete control of her body
and is starting to fear every wind of the cable. Then she feels the
pain on her tits. The chain is pulling to opposite way from how it
was places on her nipples. She starts to cry, she sees everyone
watching her and is so afraid she can't help but sob out loud.
Like a side of beef she hangs for everyone to see. He didn't use
a blindfold this time. He wants her to feel the 30 pairs of eyes on
her body. She is in a position where she can be spun around in
circles to expose her from every angle. He takes the rope on her
arms and ties it to a hold down on the floor. Now she is stretched
to her limits. She feels the joints in her arms and legs being shown
their limits. Limits she didn't know she had.
Now he grabs the item she has been waiting for. The whip. That
four-foot long evil device he uses so artfully. It starts to swing
from side to side. Not hitting her yet but she is shaking
uncontrollably already. She knows (or thinks she does) what this will
feel like. As the first strike hits her belly she feels a warm and
friendly feeling. Again and again back and forth it cuts into her
belly and reddens her skin till it is almost bleeding. She starts to
fly even higher now. Then the whip starts to lower, it is licking at
the bottom of her breasts, it is harder now and she strains against
her bonds. Blood is rushing to her head and she is feeling warm all
over. She is getting to a point that the pain is so intense she
would pass out if she was standing, however since she is upside down
her body can't escape because of the blood rushing to her head. She
screams in pain as the whip strikes closer and closer to the clover
clamps which seem to be pinching harder and harder on her delicate
nipples. She begs to have them removed. She hasn't a clue what she
is asking for. He knows. He stops the tail for a moment and walks
over to her. She wants to hold him close but is denied by her bonds.
He asks "Are you sure you want me to remove the clamps?" "Please Sir
I can't take them anymore, please please take them off." Her words
are interrupted by her sighs. The tears are running up her cheeks
and she is in more pain then she has ever felt, she thinks.
He squats down in front of her, he gently runs his hands over
her naked body, and through the pain she is very excited too. He feels
the thong between her legs and feels how moist it is. Dipping his
hand under the thong he touches her wetness and covers his fingers
in her lust. Bringing them out wet and slippery he places them at
her mouth, "Taste yourself my dear." he says to his victim. She
opens her mouth and licks the juices of her lust off his fingers. As
a reward for her obedience her reaches for the clamp on her right
breast. With a quick sudden pull he removes the clamp from her
nipple. Her whole body arches in pain and she screams as loudly as
she ever has at the pain of the blood rushing into the compressed
pink skin of her nipple. She screams again as the blood slowly fills
the capillaries of her tits. She is lost in light and delirious with
the pain of it all. She has forgotten all about the people watching
with their lust for her. She wishes she would pass out but
can't. "Now for the other one" he says. This time he tells her he
will pull it off at the count of three. She isn't ready for this but
she doesn't have a choice. One, two, three and he gently squeezes
the clamp and slowly relives the pressure on her breast. This is not
a welcome release. This hurts more, and then he grabs the swollen nipple
between his fingers and starts to massage it, which sends instant waves
of pain all the way to her toes, which are high above her head.
She is seeing stars. The pain is indescribable.
She is quivering uncontrollably again. He walks away and cracks. She hears the tail
again. Crack, so loud that it muffles her sobs. He starts where he
left off, right on the bottom of her tits. Then lower to the
nipples. She is struggling to try to move away from this unrelenting
attack. She can't get away but she knew that. She needs to get
control. She needs to feel this is a willing thing she is giving in
to. Then the endorphins begin to flow. She enters a place where the
pain isn't pain anymore; she likes it more now. She is in the
zone. Her body no longer is shaking. She stops crying too. She just
wants to take it all in. This is where he wanted her from the start.
Now he can let go and really work her skin to a nice pink glow. He
turns her around so her ass is now facing him.
The tail starts to crack on the back of her thighs. Her ass is
his to tune up. He hits her harder and harder. The welts are growing
in size and color. They are redder then anything she has ever
taken. The whole of her ass now is red, almost to the point of
drawing blood at some of the cross over marks. Sweat is dripping
from her ass and it makes the little droplets of blood look worse
then they are. The crowd is watching and enjoying it fully. At this
point she is a picture of contentment. She is no longer thinking at
all, she is lost somewhere between la la land and hell. He isn't
finished with her yet though.
Stopping now her rubs her down with the rabbit fur he keeps
close to him when whipping someone. She hangs there limp, eyes
closed and flying. feeling the fur she sighs in relief. As she opens
her eyes she sees something she didn't expect. Long lovely shapely
stocking clad legs right in front of her. She has been curious about
he bi sexual side but never tried anything. Here was a woman
standing in front of her as she hung there naked. She used every
ounce of strength she had left to try to look up. There before her
eyes she saw a lovely blond with the fur in her hands gliding it
over her legs, pussy and ass. Dipping down from time to time she
caresses her breasts and nipples. She was also naked and the sight
of her pussy only inches from her face turned her on to no end. The
juices were dripping down her belly from her wet pussy as she looked
on. It was more then she could take. Then he told the mystery woman
to service this hanging slut. The woman bent over just a bit and her
face was between her love box. She started to lick the hanging slut
and drink in her juices. This was too much; she was about to cum all
over this unknown woman's face when he stopped her. As mysteriously
as she appeared she was gone and the crack of the tail returned.
This time it was different. It was harder on her sides and
wrapped completely around her sweaty flesh, stinging all around her
body and leaving red lines completely around he torso. She loved the
feeling and she was so high from being eaten out she felt herself
ready to cum once more. Crack on her ass and it came around to clip
her pussy. Crack on her back as it wove its way around to dig into
both her nipples at once. Over and over she was being ravished and
her body loved it. Her mind was lost in the feeling of the whip
griping her body from every angle. "More" she said, "I want more."
As if in a trance she begged for more, it was a wonder she could
still speak. She had been hanging there for about an hour and still
couldn't get enough of the whip. Trickles of blood started to ooze
from the welts now and she didn't even notice. The whip was hot from
it's use and over use on her body. She didn't know it but she had
reached her limits. He knew more about her then she did. So with a
few quick vertical strokes and screams of agony, he relented. She
was a limp sack of lust now. Her face as red as her welts, it was
time for him to let her cum. He called over the angel he had used
earlier to spur her almost to orgasm. He untied his victim's hands
and slowly lowered her to the floor, into the arms of the mystery
woman. The two became as one. Sweat and blood seared them together.
The smell of their combined sex filled the air. They rolled together
like animals until both released their lust completely for each
other. From now on she would never look anywhere again for her
fulfillment. She had found her new home. He knew there would be no
other.
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