Not what she expected

Holy-shit on a stick it's Wednesday again, which means the RTK-Dungeon-Crawl- Yay!
Please come in and make yourself comfortable. I've made popcorn for this weeks crawl, please help yourself and lets get this punishment party started. 

No throwing popcorn during the show or you will risk the wrath of the Dungeon Dom!
Long excerpt this week, hence... the popcorn 





As promised from last weeks Crawl, L will be getting up close and personal with Master C for the first time, although not the way she might have expected. 
I feel I should issue a warning for the end of this snippet, it does not end faintly... then again, maybe it does. 

There were six concrete steps that led to a small landing with a suspended light bulb and then turned to accompany six more steps that led to the next door. Using a skeleton key he unlocked the heavy door and led her into a room that looked very much like a sex dungeon. It had the same feel as the cells not far below- with slightly better lighting.
L started to regret having ever agreed to this. Large eyebolts were attached to various places along the gray block walls. There were stone slabs in each of the four corners, which also had eyebolts in them. What was more discerning to L though, were the devices she beheld. She knew what the St. Andrews cross was, and she knew what the wooden saw horses were probably for. But she had never seen anything like the table in the middle of the room. It had three sections to it that seemed to be adjustable. Hanging off the sides of it were iron chains at the head and the foot. Not too far beyond that she noticed a stock-aid device.
There were also three large wooden polished poles on the far side of the room and a large wooden round table, which accompanied six wooden stools. Master C sat on one of the stone slabs to her right of entering. He thanked the man he called, Sir Randolph, and dismissed him just as he placed L before Master C and let go of her shackled wrists. Sir Randolph bowed to Master C and left the room.

"Kneel, L," he ordered.
 She complied swiftly dropping down to her knees.

"You were kindly told upon entering The Inn, to please have a seat. You took forty-five minutes to follow that order, L, and as a result of that you will now spend forty-five minutes in the ROR with me for it." He walked around L three times with a riding crop in his hand while saying this. He used the crop to caress the rounds of her breasts, grazing her nipples and then to brush the still wet strands of hair from her shoulders. "One thing I will however commend you for is that you have held your tongue. This in my opinion does show that you do indeed have promise of becoming an obedient slave. Undoubtedly, you have questions and curiosities as to what will happen to you here for the next fourteen days. However, you are not to ask or implore of anyone at anytime. You will be informed of all you need to know as WE see fit. Do you understand this, L?" His voice was stern, dark, but yet somehow soothing.

"Yes, Sir" L answered quietly.
Master C took up and handful of L's hair and pulled her head back slowly to meet his dark brown almost black deep-set eyes. Haunting eyes, L thought as he forced her to look at him. "I am not a Sir, L, I am a Master and you will address me as such when required to use your tongue." He said firmly and dropped her head forward in haste.

Wishing to redeem herself quickly, L said, "Yes, Master C."
Master C had changed his soft billowy tunic for a snug fitting black leather vest, sleeveless, with three emboldened sliver buttons stopping just above his sternum on his breastbone. The muscles on his chest were firm and tight, his arms rather lanky, yet the form of their toned muscles viable and visible. Master C once again took a seat just in front of her on the cold stone slab and studied her for a moment, his hand on his chin rubbing the short hairs of his half beard.

"Trey, has informed us that he has never punished you, L, is this true?" he asked, his dark voice sounding bemused.

"Trey has spanked me before, Master C." L kept her head down while she gave her answer in a soft voice. Inside her nerves were trembling.

"I see, but was that spanking reserved as a form of punishment?"

"No, Master C." L wanted so badly to peek up through her lashes and glimpse his face, but she feared if he caught her, his wrath might be uncanny. She was still puzzled by how he'd known she hadn't sat down right away. Nor did she think it fair to be punished for something she didn't know she was violating.

"You are going to be punished while you are here, L. You will be punished for any and ALL disobedience no matter how small or petty you may feel it to be." He paused. "For the next thirty minutes I am going to bring you to the brink of your tolerance, and then I am going to push you past it. I think it important for us to know your limits ahead of time, so that we can focus on your endurance as well as your training." He stood and took hold of L's wrist irons and lifted her. "Stand up."
L stood up, but kept her head lowered. Master C walked over and picked up one of the wooden stools near the big round table and came back. L, now somewhat frightened, didn't dare herself to follow his movements. He set the stool down behind her and sat on it.
"Turn around L, and position yourself across my lap. It's time you learn the difference between a playful spanking and a real one," he ordered in his dark but even tone.

L felt chills riding her spine as she turned around. Master C helped guide her tethered wrists and body as she lay over his lap. L felt awkward across his thighs and the irons on her wrists felt heavier. Master C's hands were broad and warm on her backside as he smoothed them across her supple buttocks.
"You have very fair skin." His voice was daunting and she wished he would just get on with it. He pawed at her cheeks, squeezing them, testing the pliability of her flesh. L's body stiffened and he chuckled. "Are you scared, L?"

"Yes, Master C" her voice wavered.
Then his hand came down on her backside, swift and hard. L's body jolted and she bit at her bottom lip, but refused to cry out. Again his hand came down, but on her other cheek and her legs stiffened. She felt him adjust his right knee and then in quick hard succession he laid some heat to her jiggling mounds of flesh. L started to squirm and whine through her tightly pressed lips. Master C did not stop though. Over and over he struck her cheeks and she began to buck in refute. She curled her legs up in an attempt to hinder him. He forced them back down and delivered a blow to the back of her thighs. She started to yelp as his hand caught spots he had previously struck.
"Do not refuse me, L," he growled, his voice a deep baritone.

L forced herself to stop struggling.
"Good girl," he said softly and stopped only long enough to retrieve a paddle that she had not seen him get. "Strong willed aren't you, L?" He gave her no time to answer and smacked her bottom with the heavy wooden paddle.

L couldn't contain herself and she cried out in a shrill, tremor of a scream. Her fists were balled up tight as he delivered more hard smacks that made her lurch, buck, and cry out. Tears were now streaming from L's eyes as she wailed at the serve pain to her bottom. Out of reflex she curled her legs again, only to have the paddle connect with her thighs and parts of her calves. "STOP…PLEASE," L lamented.
She imagined that her butt must be cherry red by now. Fire seared through her and she couldn't control her sobs and screams any longer. Master C only tightened his hold around her waist and then he brought one of his legs over the top of her thighs so that she couldn't curl up her legs anymore.
This is when his blows became the hardest of all. L thought that her rear must have been bleeding by now with the force he was using.
Her pelvis was partly touching the edge of wooden stool and each time he brought down the paddle she was compelled to thrust forward causing pain to her front as well as her backside. L was frantic and desperate for this to stop, her fists now banging down on the concrete floor, the irons biting at her wrists with each impact as she cried out. One shrieking scream after another until they built into a steady crescendo. Her voice filled the room and echoed off the walls and then finally he stopped. She could hear him breathing hard as her trembling body continued to flinch and jerk.

L couldn't stop the sobs erupting from her throat, nor the tears streaming from her eyes. Surely this was far too severe to be called punishment, this was abuse and L wanted out of here and away from his man –Right Now! Before she could state this though, Master C pulled her up from his lap and put her on her knees next to the stool.
"Get up, L," he said taking hold of her irons.
L got up on very shaky legs, her voice trembling and said. "I want to leave!"

"Of course you do, L," he laughed as he said this. "But you are not going to leave. You remember signing the contract, don't you?"  He took hold of her irons with one hand and held her by her waist with the other and guided her over to a stone slab.

"Yes, I signed it, but I never agreed to be abused like this." She fought to keep her voice steady. Master C picked her up and sat her burning and inflamed buttocks on the rough stone slab.

"This is NOT abuse, L. This is punishment, REAL punishment, and nothing more, punishment in which you in fact agreed to when you signed our document." His voice was smooth, even, and artfully dark again. He stood back a couple of steps and observed her quaking body before saying, "And to think that I commended you only moments ago for your ability to hold your tongue." He slowly shook his head as he approached her.

The coolness of the stone slab felt good to L's burning cheeks and thighs but it also bit at the inflamed and seared flesh like sandpaper. Horror suddenly struck through her as his voice shrouded her mind. –But you are not going to leave. Panic struck and she started to sob again, -I can't do this, it's too much, each small movement she made causing the rough surface beneath her to inflict little stinging bites to her bottom.
Master C stood before L and started to unlock the padlock that held her wrist irons together.

"Please, Master C," she paused and another heaving sob poured from her as she wrought up the courage to go on. "I had no idea what I was getting into," She said as he took hold of her right wrist and walked to the edge of the stone slab and then pulled her arm back, stretching it so that he could attach the iron to the eyebolt at the corner of the slab. "Master C, what are you doing?" Her voice cracked, but it was as though he did not even hear her.

He walked back around in front of her put his finger under her chin and lifted her red tear-stained face to meet his while taking her left wrist into his other hand. "Hush now," he whispered, looking her deep in the eyes and then he leaned forward and delivered a soft cool lingering kiss to her forehead before proceeding and attaching her left wrist also behind her.
L couldn't believe he wasn't going to let her go as she watched him go to a cabinet that was previously blocked by the door when she had been brought into the room. The irons were snug on her wrists in this position. She flattened out her hands and arched her back in attempts to alleviate some of the pressure.

"I am going to do you a courtesy," he said, walking back towards her.
 L's eyes then beheld what he had gone to get. A strap of brown leather hung from his palm, a little gold buckle on one end. His fingers closed over what she assumed to be a ball gag.

"Noooooo…please," she sobbed.

"This is for your own good, L," he paused, looping one end of the leather into the buckle. "Not only did you agree to being punished for your disobedience but you also agreed to give up all your constitutional rights, INCLUDING the freedom of speech."
He started to put the leather band around L's head and she saw the large black ball of the gag.

L, in her own defense pulled away from this attempt, which for her was not a good choice. Master C was swift to deliver a harsh slap to her face causing her to cry out, and when she did, Master C forced the ball into her mouth and held the back of her neck along with a handful of her hair sternly.
"You are incurring more punishments, L, I suggest you relinquish your desire to fight me or we will be here ALL night." His dark eyes blazed into her terrified, tear filled ones. "Will you allow me to attach this properly now, L, or should I ring for some assistance? I assure you that would not be good…for you!"

L nodded her head to the best of her ability as new tears streamed down her face, burning her cheek where he had slapped her. Master C made quick of attaching the ball gag securely and then went about attaching each of her ankles to the side edges of the stone slab, spreading her legs so that they reached the irons.
She found it hard to release the pent up sobs with this hard rubber tasting ball in her mouth. She also found it near impossible to so much as swallow. The ball gag was a new experience for L. She had seen them plenty of times, but never before had one in her own mouth. Drool was just starting to accumulate at the corners of her lips as Master C finished with her ankles and stood up, positioning himself between her open thighs. He put one hand on each thigh and she tensed up immediately.

"Calm down, L, I'm sure you didn't fully understand the scope of what you were getting yourself into last night before you signed on the dotted line; most pledges don't. If Trey had told you how you were to be punished, you'd have probably never agreed to do him the honor of becoming his pledge to us."
He paused and ran his thumbs along the soft yet unscathed skin of her inner thighs, taking time to look at them in their milky white admiration.
"I learned a lot about you in your forty-five minutes of anticipation in the waiting area L. We have a lot of work to do from here on out. The first thing you need to learn is to surrender yourself…fully and completely." He drew his hands further up her thighs carefully watching the look in her eyes. "You're to become a slave, L, NOT a submissive as you fool yourself to be now, but a real slave. This means that you no longer have the right to beg for freedoms and doing so will only incur more and harsher punishments."
His fingers reached the crease of her thighs and she squawked behind the gag. "No one here will actually harm you, L. I see the terror in your beautiful hazel eyes right now, but trust me. I do not pity you because of it. The pain inflicted during punishment is designed to teach you, and humble you. I suggest you start allowing that to happen."
He pressed his thumbs against her warm smooth labia lips and caressed them softly. L whimpered and hung her head, avoiding his dark piercing eyes. "Not a single scar will be placed upon your decadent, beautiful body, L. Welts will serve as stern reminder as you learn what an honor it will become to be a slave for the S.S.S. The day you leave here I can promise you that you will wear your mark happily and with elegant pride."
He slipped a finger between her slit before he took his hands off her thighs and stepped back, picking up the crop he had laid on floor earlier.
L started to squeal and beg when she saw him with the crop. To her good fortune not a single word made any sense to Master C, as he brought the crop between her legs and trailed it down the inseam of each of her thighs.
She started to shudder as she saw him pull back the crop, her eyes were shut tight as he dealt the first of a long series of blows to her thighs.
She screamed behind the gag, it hurt to try and jump or scoot around on the rough slab of stone. Her body arched and bowed in every direction. When her thighs were thoroughly welted and throbbing he moved the crop to her breasts, striking them as relentlessly as he had her thighs. Her body was drenched in sweat as she pulled and jerked at the restraints.
Outrageous cries made way past the gag in her mouth while she struggled for each short breath she was able to take. Fire, hot and searing ebbed from her every pore as her head thrashed left and right until finally she broke and could take not one more lash from his crop. Every muscle went limp and she was out.

 

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A Look into Odyssey

Greetings Dungeon Crawlers, I'm excited and happy to see you back this week. I've decided to switch gears this week and give you a peek into 'The Story of L' based on a young woman's odyssey into the world of BDSM. The snippet comes from the first book of the trilogy called Odyssey and L has just made a weighty decision. She's agreed to join the Sacred Sacraments of Service and undergo slave training for the man she loves.
 
"You've passed your first test, and have embarked on the voyage of your training to pleasure me.  You have followed my command, which is to be the first of many that you will be expected to follow without hesitation.  You have obeyed without question and verified your desire to participate voluntarily into the induction of the Sacred Sacraments of Service, as my proffered pledge," he said calmly, as he admired the lovely full-length sparkling wedding gown she was secluded under.

"This night is to constitute your official declaration to embark on the journey of becoming my complete and utter slave, L. You have done me the greatest honor a man in my position could ever ask for. You have entrusted me from this day forward, to claim you as my own. To do with whatever I so wish, at any given time, and without the scarcity of a word or breath of refute." He stood up from the loveseat and walked mannerly over to L until he stood right before her. Being 6'4", he bent slightly as he offered her his open palm.

"Thank you, Sir," L said easily, accepting his hand.
 
"NO L, you will no longer call me Sir. Tonight, I become your Master as does every other man or woman in the society in which you have just so shortly ago agreed to become a part of. I am going to forgive you only this one time because it is a very special night. But need I remind you L; you no longer have a voice. There is no longer any need of your thanks or your gratitude in words. You are no longer my submissive companion. You are now my slave. Your thanks and gratitude will now be shown explicitly in actions alone. Please show that you understand this with a short nod of your head."
After hearing this, L simply nodded. 

Trey helped his symbolic bride to her feet and walked her over to the black suede loveseat where he then instructed her to sit down in the very middle of the plush cushioned fabric. 
L sat squarely without crossing her legs as Trey had taught her long ago she must not do while in his presence. She placed her hands in her lap and folded one over the top of the other and waited for what he would say or do next. 

He walked around behind the loveseat and bent over, taking first her left hand, pulling it to his dark Italian mouth, he kissed it softly before attaching her wrist to the black suede cuff attached somewhere behind the loveseat. 
A mild tremor crept up her left arm as he did the same with her right hand and after the cuffs were secure, he tightened them, making sure she could not move her hands or arms more than a couple of inches forward or back. 
Satisfied with her restraints, he then took the open champagne and poured the crystal glass full. He stood before her holding the glass and said. "Welcome to the S.S.S, L. Let us celebrate this once in a lifetime occasion and opportunity, a consummation of a Master to his slave." He then took a mouthful of the bittersweet bubbly, moved over the top of L, tilting her head back against the loveseat and offered her a sip directly from his mouth to hers. His olive toned, large Italian hand, pressed into the top of her shoulder as he leaned over her. 
The tiny pearl sequins near her collarbone making their presence known as he pressed his thumbs into them. She stared up into his pale blue, well-spaced eyes, as she opened her mouth to receive his offering. The cool sparkling liquid streamed into her mouth at the rate of a trickle, oozing slowly down the back of her throat. 
When his mouth was empty he kissed her savagely, filling her mouth with his tongue, pulling a soft little moan from her as his reward. 
He pulled abruptly from the kiss but kept his face close to hers. In a soft and mild mannered voice, he told her this would be the last night they were going to spend together for the next two weeks. He gave her another swallow of the cool liquid before setting the glass back down on the table and knelt down between her legs on the gray Berber carpet. 
He reached up under her long billowing gown and pulled down the petticoat from her hips, instructing her to lift them as he slid the heavily tooled material over her curves, down over her knees and to her ankles and then completely off. After pulling out and discarding the petticoat, he moved his hands back to the middle of her thighs and opened them as wide as the gown would allow and then took her left foot to the edge of the loveseat and secured it with another suede cuff, doing the same thereafter to her right. 
When he was finished he stood up and took the crystal flute into his hand and drank the remaining champagne while his eyes combed over the contained mounds of her bare breasts pressing so tightly to the thick fabric of the dress. 

"Oh dear," he said with a devilish grin. "I've completely forgotten to remove this beautifully tailored gown from your body before immobilizing you." He reached into the front pocket of his well pressed, smooth black pants and pulled out a pocketknife. 
L's eyes got a little wider as she watched him open it, the light behind them glinting off the sleek silver blade. 

"I suggest you hold very still L, it's very sharp and I wouldn't want to slip and nick your beautiful soft, white skin." His voice was getting deeper and huskier. 
L knew this tone in his voice and she knew what it meant. He walked around behind her and pulled all of her soft elegant auburn hair from her back and splayed it against the suede backing of the loveseat while pulling it firmly, causing her to lean her head back once again. 
"Now hold still, L," he said sternly, bringing the tip of the blade to the first tightly cinched button beneath her chin and sliced it. 

She gasped, thinking it a pity to ruin the beautiful old timeless treasure that currently adorned and concealed her naked body. He continued to slice through each button one at a time, carefully with one hand while the other pressed harshly into her breast. Her breath hitched and she held it still when she felt him dip the knife against the material right at the hollow of her neck in order to get under the lace securing the satin button. 

"Good girl," he said softly, bending down to kiss her more delicately than he had the first time, leaving her lips in want of more.
L now realized why he had instructed that this dress fit her so tightly. He wanted the buttons to pop easily when he cut the dress from her tethered body. 

He cut through three more buttons, opening the front of the dress just enough that he could see the swell of pasty white flesh that was, her cleavage. 
"There are my gorgeous little beauties," he whispered and pulled the knife away setting it on the table next to the champagne. 
He slipped his right hand into the now open necked dress and gripped her breast, pulling up on it and squeezing it before passing his thumb over the soft nub of her nipple. His left hand also wedged its way into the open flap of material and then suddenly he gripped both sides and rent the front of the dress all the way to her abdomen. 

She let out a stark little cry of surprise as buttons and pearly sequins flew in all directions. He chuckled softly and then adjusted a bar along the back of the loveseat that allowed the backrest to recline. He let it fold all the way down, thus, turning the loveseat into something like a makeshift bed. His eyes lusted to take her as he folded her head and torso back towards him, until the backrest clicked into place.  

Her breasts, plump and most pleasing to his eyes now rose and fell as they peeked out at him from the rent material. He knelt at her head and bent over her body not being able to stop from biting and sucking at her newly exposed, dark pink nipples. Holding her gloved hands in his, reached his face down further, licking at her smooth, soft belly, swirling his tongue into her belly button causing her to writhe and squirm. 
His growing need pried into her cheek as he pressed his body down on hers, trying to still her. Most of her chest and torso were available to his eyes thus far. Trey often liked to un-wrap her slowly. –It's like a present every time, he had once told her. But really, he very much liked not undressing anymore of her than he intended to use at one time. He enjoyed torturing her more often than not, half clad body.

Trey reached over to the table and took the champagne out of the bucket. Filling his mouth with a good sized swallow of it, he drizzled some of it into her mouth, then some in between her breasts, then the last bit of it down her belly and let it pool in her belly button. 
He pulled the fabric near her left breast aside and placed the ice chilled and still wet bottom of the bottle onto her breast. Her body jolted from the shock and a curt moan erupted from her lips. 
"Shhh, be still L, you'll make a mess," he said and removed the bottle, watching as her nipple hardened to a stiff little peek, which he then saw fit to bite with some severity before enclosing his lips around it and sucking it back to warmth. 

A shrill little cry erupted out of her as he also did the same to her other breast before licking the pooled remains of champagne from her torso. The light musky smell of her arousal caught in his throat as he sucked the wetness from her belly button. He took hold of the remaining intact portion of material that still covered her thighs and forcefully ripped it open, until the heavy material was completely rent down the front. He smoothed it out flat to each side, covering nearly the entire black suede cushion she was fastened too. 
She was now fully exposed to him with the exception of the sleeves that still covered her arms.


It's terrible to leave L here like this, nearly naked and restrained isn't it?
Come back next week when L is dropped off at 'The Inn' and  meets Master C and his Room of Requirements.

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#Dungeon Crawl- Welcome to Wonderlust

Happy Hump day Dungeon Crawlers, it's good to see you back this week. Spring is finally in the air and I have a special snippet from The Story of M called Wonderlust. Remember last week's Forth Floor? Well, this week were going to find out a little bit about the show Robert takes Misty to see on the last day of the BDSM convention in the hotel. Grab your popcorn or coffee and get comfy while Robert leads Misty into the dimly lit Oval banquet hall.

It was almost 7:30 when we walked into the oval banquet hall. The lights were dim in the audience. Nicely padded folding chairs were set more to the front of the room, while plush armchairs and loveseats skirted the edges and far back of the room. He held my arm in his while we approached a loveseat in the far back of the room. 
It had a sign on it, 'reserved for # 618.'
“You reserved a seat?” I whispered. 

“Of course, I always make a donation to the last day exhibitions.” 

As we took our seat I set my eyes to what was going on in the front of the room. A small stage was set to represent a dungeon. A young blond haired woman was on display, bound hand and foot between two large wooden posts. (I know the girl below is not blonde..sorry, these pics are just so hard to find)

She wore a dainty little rag of a covering from mid hip to just below her pussy lips. Her chest was bare with the exception of the corded rope tied in crisscross attire over and under her breasts, accentuating and exemplifying them. It was wound tight several times just under her breasts and also tied to the post on each side of her. I got the impression she was to represent having been captured. She had a piece of cloth that matched her ragged little skirt tied as a gag around her mouth. She looked quite pitiful and helpless. 

“It looks like we just caught the beginning of this one.” He whispered and put his arm around me pulling me back a bit as if suggesting I sit back and relax. I leaned into him a little bit making myself comfortable.
A husky dark haired man walked up onto the stage. He wore black jeans, no shirt over his hairy chest and carried a coiled whip in his hand. He walked over to a small table offset behind the young woman and picked up what looked like a slate. 
He read aloud. “Here for punishments, level two.” 
Then he set down the slate and walked towards the woman. He cracked the whip into the air behind her and you could hear it slicing through the air, as woman’s body tensed. The next one made contact with her backside although it was hard to tell where. 
She lurched and bucked at the restraints as the audible crack made its way to the back of the room. 
He walked towards her and grabbed her hair, pulling it back so he could look at her face while he stepped up close behind her. She shrieked as her head got yanked back. 
“You’re a new little slave aren’t you?” His voice boomed so all could hear. 
 She tried to nod her head and garbled something as he peered down on her face. 
“Damn, then I must keep too level two punishments,” he complained, flinging her head forward. He gave a pouty look to the audience.
Some in the audience laughed, while he returned to the little table. When he returned at her side, he showed the audience a pair of nipple clamps with small weights hanging from them. 
Turning his attention to the slave girl, he attached each one to her nipples, trying to stand in a way the audience could see as he put them on. Her face looked strained while she tried to hold still, accepting the bite of his clamps. I felt a twinge in my own nipples wondering how much that hurt. It looked like she was biting down hard on the gag. 

He pulled the whip from his back pocket and coiled it up in his hand and then trailed it up her inner thigh. Lifting her ragged cloth with the handle, he showed the audience her shaved pussy and then dropped the cloth. 
He pawed at one of her breasts, squeezing and shaking it so that weight would move. It was faint but I could hear her whimpers. He moved the coils of the whip between her thighs and rubbed up and down them, while he licked the hardened nubs of her nipples. 
His hand disappeared up under her little cloth and she groaned wriggling her hips, as he dropped the coils of the whip to the floor before backing away from her.

She pulled her head forward her eyes following him.

He gathered up a portion of his whip and then lashed out at her with it, striking her inner thigh. Her body jolted while she let out a very clear yelp. He returned it with a crisp sounding crack under her belly button. 
“Dance for me, little slave,” he commanded striking again her inner thigh. 

Her body commenced to the command of the whip, jerking and pulling at her restraints. He moved around her body lashing her several more times, at least three across her breasts and more on her backside. Her body started to quiver while she groaned and tried to beg him behind that gag. 
Her pleas were unheard until he was satisfied with his handy work. He pocketed the handle of his whip and moved in close to her body again, inspecting the pink marks of his whip, tracing some of them on her inner thigh with his fingers. 
He inspected her modestly and licked the marks along her breasts. 
It sounded like she was thanking him, the gag was wet and spittle had accumulating near the corners of her mouth. 
He moved around behind her, making the same inspections. Then he removed her rag cloth from her hips. He stood behind her as he reached to her pussy lips and pulled them open, exposing her wetness to the audience.  
Using two fingers he pushed them far up inside her. It made me think of what happened to me in the hallway last night as she let her head fall back against him and groaned. 
While he was working her pussy he pulled his whip out again and started to rub the smooth handle of it over her clit rapidly. 
Her hips were bucking and thrashing and you could see her pulling at the restraints while she whimpered and moaned. It wasn’t long until she was near orgasm. Her head was shaking back and forth and the weights on her nipples were swaying to and fro. 
He feathered her clit faster with the handle as he pulled his fingers from her ripe juicy cunt, spreading the wetness up her stomach. He reached over to one of the weights and removed it. 
She screamed loudly and her body shook immensely. He removed the other one and her whole body looked like it was vibrating while she let out a long shaky scream. 
He let the weights drop to the floor with a thud and then rolled and pinched each of her nipples, while she thrashed against the bonds. He brought both hands to her sex, holding her open and exposed while he delved his fingers back inside of her and pumped them, while ravaging her swollen bud with his thumb.
Within moments she was lost, deep in orgasm. Her head was thrashing against his shoulder and every part of her body was lost in wave after wave of blissful torment. Her hips thrashed and bucked into his hands, her voice shrill as she gasped and whimpered. 
He pushed his fingers back up inside of her and started pumping them fast. Her eyes were shut tight while she bit down on the cloth gag, and her face looked anguished. Soon it was inevitable and the spray of female ejaculate covered his fingers and hand while she squealed. 
It dripped down her inner thighs leaving a good-sized puddle on the stage floor. 
When he finally pulled both his hands from her body, her head fell forward and her blond hair shrouded her face. 
The audience started to clap. The husky man pulled her ragged cloth from his front pocket and wiped off his hands, bowing to the applauding audience. Then he walked over to his little slave girl, lifted her face and gave her a quick little kiss. He was whispering something to her while two other men came out carrying a partition and blocked the view to the stage while the young woman was obviously removed from her bonds. 

“Did you enjoy that Misty?” 

“It rather reminded me of something that occurred last night between us, Sir.” I whispered, a smile touching my lips. 

“I know that, but did you enjoy seeing it happen to someone else?” He pulled me up closer to him, tucking his hand under my arm and wrapping his fingers around my left breast as he cinched my upper body tightly against his.

“Yes, Sir,” I had to admit. 

“Did it arouse you Misty?” 

“Yes, Sir,” I answered a second time. 
The heat of a blush crossed my face as he moved his  hand, slipping it  under my skirt. “Please, Sir—” 
He hushed me and told me trust him. I looked around the audience as his fingers crept into my crotch. All I could really see were the silhouettes of the men and woman in the audience. He parted my lips and I blushed all the more when he found my pussy wet with arousal. 

“Oh my, I think you enjoyed that very much.” He chuckled softly. “I bet if I just circled your little clit a few times you might be ready to come too.” He slowly removed his hand. 
I turned my face into his chest with embarrassment and laid my arm across his abdomen like I was hugging him. 
Soon the two men were carting off the partition and the whole backdrop of the stage had been changed to look a country barnyard.

I hope you've enjoyed the first scene of Wonderlust. If you're curious about scene two and what happens in the barnyard drop me an "I want more" in the comment section below... but I must warn you, the next act is not for the faint of heart. You know what often happens in barnyards don't you? Something or someone is bound to get milked. 
Before you put to much thought into that, please take a look at the other talented authors participating in this weeks Crawl.
 

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Revelations #SatSpanks

Hello Spanking enthusiasts. I know your day must be going well because, well, here you are! 
Last week I mentioned I would be picking out a teeny-tiny little snippet from each of the 3 books in this beautiful box set. 

So let's get to it, shall we?

Odyssey: Book one. How it all began.

"You've passed your first test, and have embarked on the voyage of your training to pleasure me. You have followed my command, which is to be the first of many that you will be expected to follow without hesitation. You have obeyed without question and verified your desire to participated voluntarily, into the induction of the Sacred Sacraments of Service, as my proffered pledge," he said calmly, as he admired the lovely full-length sparkling wedding gown she was secluded under.

Enlightenment: Book two. Never tell your Master "we couldn't!"

Trey didn't so much as say a word in response to her. He simply guided her back into the very small bathroom, stripped her suit from her decadently tanned body and lifted her against the wall. She started to protest, but he placed his hand over her mouth and pressed himself into her harshly. "You're a slave, L, you have no right to object, or deny me anything I wish to have. And right now, I want to have you, right here up against this wall."

Redemption: Book three. Recognizing the need for discipline. 

 "Because the just sound of this hairbrush slapping my palm makes you wet. You have come to accept that you need discipline in your life. You have come to understand that despite what you tell yourself, you don't really want to be little miss independent anymore." He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her willing shivering body over his lap.

 Thank you all for visiting my blog today. My you have a wonderful weekend as you visit all of the other hot, sizzling erotic authors. I just want to add that Spanking Romance Reviews wrote a very touching review for Redemption. 
Where to find this lovely box set. Amazon   Blushing Books
 

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#SatSpanks It's time to give his girl what she needs.

Greetings Spanko's and Spankee's. Welcome back  to another edition of #SatSpanks. 
I have some really exciting news this week. The Story of L- Box Set has just been released. Now you and all 3 books can cozy up together in one sweet little bundle. 

Clicking the photo should take you to amazon where you are invited to read the first 10% of this awesome trilogy. 

Now, onto the snippet! Taken from the last book in the series. Redemption. 






Last week I left all of you wondering whether or not L was going to finally get her desperately, needed and wanted 'spanking'. This week Clay is done playing around.

He was done teasing. It was time to give his little girl what she needed.
Slipping two fingers between her slick folds, he felt her tense.
He placed those two fingers on her hot swollen clit, holding them still, feeling her throb against his fingers.
Her groan was his utter delight as his other hand came down swiftly on her ass cheek.
The jolt from the slap sent her pelvis against the edge of table, which sent a dull reverberating thud through her pussy, causing it to clench.
Another smack on her other cheek and she gripped the table tighter, moaning.
"You're not allowed to come without permission. Understand?"

Next week I plan to post a tiny snippet from each book in The Story of L- Box Set.

Thank you for visiting my blog today. I hope that you have as much fun as I do hoping from blog to blog to read all of the other amazingly talented spanking authors. 

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#SatSpanks What do you mean no spanking?

Welcome back Spanko's and spankee's. I'm glad your here for another tantalizing little tease from my latest release. Redemption. 

As you know Clay has been giving L some space and time to clear her head about all the turmoil that's been going on with her former master. 
But... just how long can a girl go without a spanking or some type of 'touch' from the man she so adamantly admires? 
For that matter, just how long can Clay himself hold out? 
Or maybe, the most important question of all is...
How long can I hold out? 
Hope you enjoy the snippet. 

"You want me to spank you, don't you?" he asked, rubbing the white moon of her ass. 
"Yes," she breathed.
He pulled his hand away, pausing, listening, watching her fingers curl around the edge of the table. 
He quietly shed his sweatpants and walked back around the table. His rigidly erect cock nearly eye level with her. 
She could see the glistening sheen of fluid on the tip, and yearned to lick it. 
"Would you suck me off right now, with nothing in return?" he asked. "No spanking, no penetration of any kind?" 
"Yes, sir," she cried, her voice quivering. Even just sucking him off while she clenched her pussy muscles would be enough to bring her to orgasm. 

Well darn, now I've left you hanging, wondering if she actually gets a spanking or not. I invite you back next week for more from this same chapter to find out. 
Thank you for your visit today. Please use the list below to visit some of the other blogs whose Author's are perhaps, not as stingy as I was this week. 

 

Cold hands, warm bottoms!

Greetings fellow spanking enthusiasts. I'm glad to be back here for another spanking good edition of #SatSpanks. 
The weather outside is frigidly cold, butt hand to cheek will warm the soul. 

I'd like to announce that my trilogy 'The Story of L' is now complete. The last book, 'Redemption' is currently awaiting approval. But instead of sharing a snippet from the last book I thought it might be nice to share from the first in the series, 'Odyssey'. 

This snippet is really where it all started for our heroine, L. She hadn't expected spankings to be part of the deal when she singed the papers Trey gave her. But now it's too late as Master C, -aka- Clay, explains that she will indeed be 'punished' for her infractions. 

"I am not a Sir, L. I am a Master and you will address me as such while you are here," he said firmly, dropping her head forward in haste. 

Wishing to redeem herself quickly, "Yes, Master C," she said.

"Trey has informed us that he has never punished you before, L, is this true?" he asked, his dark voice sounding bemused. 

 "Trey has spanked me before," she admitted timidly, keeping her head down as she answered. Inside her nerves were trembling. 

"I see, but was that spanking reserved as a form of a punishment?" 

"No, Master C." L wanted so badly to peek up at him through her lashes, but she feared his wrath may be uncanny. 

"Well, you are going to be punished while you are here, L. You will be punished for any and all disobedience no matter how petty or small you feel it to be." 

Oops! Darn that 8 sentence rule! Not to worry though because you can read about L's reaction to her first spanking in 'Odyssey'. 
Spank you all very much for stopping by my blog today and please don't forget to check out all the other awesome spanking good authors listed below. 
One more thing before you leave. I'd like to let you all know that awesome author, Anastasia Vitsky, is hosting an advent calendar and giving away some really awesome prizes, among which I have offered up all three of my currently released titles. A special congratulations to Minelle, the winner of 'Odyssey'.