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a hissing sound and a crack, and my ass felt pain like nothing I’d ever felt before, an intense burning pain, followed by three more of the same. By the last one he was holding me down with a hand on my neck, and I was struggling and crying. When he stopped beating me he took me by the hair and directed my head back to the floor, where I groveled and licked between sobs and sniffs, this time without saying a word. I licked up the tears as well, without being told. My ass throbbed; I could feel the welts swelling. Then he said another word and pulled me away by the hair. I was too distraught to try to remember that one.
    My master (I was thinking in those terms now; perhaps it was the beating that did it) stood me up in front of him, as he seated himself in a chair. My eyes were around the same level as his, and I blinked the tears away so that I could drink in the sight of him. He was bizarrely beautiful to me; all the hair on the broad, muscular chest and limbs, the beard that darkly shadowed his face, the lit up green eyes, the penis, frighteningly thick and hardening, veins meandering across the dusky reddish skin, still wet. He had leather cuffs in his hand; where had they come from? He fastened them on my wrists and ankles. They had locks built into the leather; I heard them snap. He fastened my hands behind my back. The combination of the restraint and the pain in my ass, now down to a dull burn, had me squirming around my sore cunt. He stilled me with a big hand closed on my hip and a warning look, and I froze. His long fingers pressed against my welts, and I whimpered a little. No, I whimpered a lot. He began playing with my breasts, using fingers, tongue and teeth, while I tried to stand still for him, still arching and moaning uncontrollably. When he squeezed both my nipples at the same time, there seemed to be a direct line from both of them to my cunt. I couldn’t think; had nothing coherent left inside me, just sensation, one heavy layer folded over another, weighing me down till I could hardly stand.
    Finally he let me sink down between his legs. His giant penis was in front of me, so frightening still. I couldn’t believe that a few minutes ago it had been inside me. Surely I hadn’t… I didn’t have that much space inside… He pulled my head toward it, and said what I thought was ‘ lick ’ again. Tentatively I put out my tongue and ran it along the hard silken surface. He seemed to approve, so I washed it again and again, reaching as much of it as I could. Finally he pointed it at my mouth, and I began to suck on it. I tried to get the huge knob in further, but my teeth touched it. At once he yanked me back with a hand in my hair, and pulled me up over his lap. His hand crashed down on my ass. The pain of this on top of my welts was a terrible shock; I couldn’t get my breath. When I finally did, I wailed. He spanked me twice more, holding me hard by the waist while I kicked and struggled. Then he placed me back down in front of him. Again his penis was at my lips. I breathed hard, swallowed a sob or two and opened my mouth, very wide this time, trying hard. My ass felt like it was on fire.
    I did my best to learn what he wanted, but of course I made mistakes, and he punished me again. And again. Since the situation was almost wordless, all I could do was learn by trial and error, and oh, god the errors hurt. He didn’t always put me over his lap; sometimes he just pulled my face away and slapped my breast hard, then pointed to my lips or tongue or throat, and had me start again. I choked and gagged several times, and he punished me for that, too. He was calm, and relentless, and I was scared. I suppose I should have been resentful; instead I felt frantic to please him and frustrated with my own stupidity. I was terrified that he’d give up in disgust. I struggled on. Eventually I must have made some progress because he got even more enormous and harder still, and came in my throat, almost