A Day With Mistress Part 2

                                     A Day With Mistress - Part 2
                                                           
          She positions the whips for the first strike, then snaps them simultaneously in the air, they make one loud synchronized "CRACK!" , the sound amplified, intensified by their dual flinging.    She pulls them back and starts to work them as though playing double-dutch, the first stokes landing softly upon his plump luscious ass cheeks. He bucks and yelps; abashed, he stammers "th...thank you Mistress!" as twin lines of fire shock and arouse him while equally relieved that she didn’t land them with as hard as the sound alone was..

      She begins the whipping, leaving pink streaks in her wake, but no welting, yet, as the fun has just begun.   He moans in reaction, raising his ass higher, each kiss of the whips arousing him even more. He cries out softly “Oh, Mistress!” as she walks the whips up from his ass covering the span of his entire back and down again towards his ass, the strokes landing in quick, light succession streaking outward from his spine..

      He bends and arches his back with each blow, he can feel the petite sudden and multiple pains along where the lashes strike.  The pain is like a drug to him, the stinging marks blending together, stirring up hormones, endorphins, taking him deeper, and he cries out “Oh, god, my Mistress!”, his cry turning to whimpers, even as he struggles to keep his ass raised high, his entire body quivering.

      She lingers over his shoulder blades a moment, never missing a stroke as she straddles his back, her warm wet pussy planted firmly on his bare, sweaty, whip marked skin. He lowers his head, his skin hot and marked as he bears her weight.  He arching his back, he feels the dampness of her temple, the twin cheeks of her glorious buttocks, as she takes her seat, using his lower back as her throne.

      She slows the frequency with which she whips him, even as she increases the strength of their impact.  She starts to writhe on him, her hips moving back and forth, her flowing temple smearing her joyous cream on his back, stimulating her engorged clitoris.

He feels the change, from burning sting to aching thud, and keeps braced, sore, throbbing and aching, and wanting more. He can feel her engorged clitoris rubbing on his back, and it makes him shake, makes his palms sweaty. His eyes tear up and he is filled with consuming emotion, on fire with submissive passion.

      She breaks her rhythm, flings the whips over her shoulders, and snaps them harshly on both cheeks behind her, leaving vertical streaks over top of the horizontal streaks on his ass. He yelps, and bucks forward, gasping as twin lines of fire burn his buttocks. He takes a deep breath and whimpers "thank you, my Mistress!" as he takes in the pain and his body heaves under her.

      She feels the sudden bucking beneath her and pulls her whips in, makes some adjustments and starts with a new rhythm and new targets.  She says “I know you can take this for me; yet you need only say one three letter word for it to cease.” He sobs and whimpers, dizzy as he tries to think of the word, in vain.  She begins using short wrap-around strokes striking his pectorals; one lands directly on his pierced nipple, and he sinks even deeper as the lashes fall; the pain is pleasure, even as he struggles to find the word. He stammers, saying he can’t think of the word and she replies in a soft voice, even as she continues to swing the twin signal whips, “Red, the word is red.” He feels dull and stupid, it should have been so obvious, but that feeling subsides in the wake of other feelings of lust, pain, desire, submission.

     She grinds her hips, rocking back and forth on his back, her breathe quickening. His balls draw up, his penis stiffens and throbs as he grovels on hands and knees, moaning as she rides his back, undulating in rhythm with her rocking.

    She stops whipping him, clutches them in one hand and wraps the twin lashes around his neck. She loops them, pulls them taut enough to have a bite in them, now making a leash of both. He pants and writhes, his back curling, ass rising and falling, his skin marked and hot from the whipping.

She holds him steady with the whip leash and reaches behind her, to tease and play with his balls. He whispers huskily "oh, Mistress!", inhaling sharply as her fingers curl around the heavy sac. She says “Shhh!” in a soft soothing tone, as she plays with his balls, gathering and releasing them several times.  Rolling and massaging the left then the right, left, then right again. He pants but remains silent, shivering beneath her. He can feel her thighs clamped tightly around him, her temple, her ass resting on his back.

      She pulls his balls back and upward toward his anus, and he breathes raggedly, feeling the harsh tug, his back bent into a bow, head yanked back, pulled into a painful and unnatural position. She digs her fingernails into his balls presses them in rapidly, randomly, causing pin prick sensations in different locations along his stretched balls. He whimpers softly, raggedly, his ass jerking and bunching until she lets them go, relying on gravity to make them bounce quickly back into place, causing him additional discomfort, followed by immediate relief.

       
To Be Continued....