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Chapter One
    Punishment
     
     
    As
he carefully attaches the rubber cuffs to my wrists and clips me onto the hooks
on the wall, I know this is love. I’ve been dating Matt for six months now, and
as he wraps the gag strap around my head and pushes the ball lovingly into my
mouth I consider myself lucky to have met someone so wonderful. He fulfils my
every fantasy, whether that be spanking me, whipping me, or just simply fucking
me so hard that I squeal with excitement. Today it’s my birthday and I know
he’ll surprise me with something special.
     
    As
he tightens the last restraint, rendering me immobile, I feel a twinge of
vulnerability. The lights in the room dimmed, Matt, thirty years old and a
dark-haired, chisel-jawed master of pleasure and pain paces back and forth. He
knows just how to get me wet. He doesn’t even have to touch me. He just looks
at me disapprovingly. “Look at you,” he begins. “All tied up and slutty. You
fucking whore.”
     
    “I’m
such a whore,” I try to say, but through the gag I’m not sure how much he can
hear. There’s a chill in the air, he’s purposefully left the window open. All
I’m wearing is a corset and some black crotchless panties. My breasts, full and
pert, are on show, my nipples hardening like bullets in the night air. My
areolas wrinkle and as he approaches I feel an ache in my pussy that only he
can fill. He’s got a small whip in his hand, maybe eighteen inches long. He’s
used it on my ass before; punished me for one thing or another, but with me
tied to the wall like this, he has no access to my ass and I wonder what he has
in mind.
     
    Without
warning he spins around and lashes out with it, it’s leather laces whipping
across my tender breasts. One of them hits my right nipple and it stings like a
motherfucker. I scream out but I know that’s what he wants. I need to stay
quiet. I need to let him be the master and me the slave. He whips me again and
again, and red lines appear on my tits where he’s inflicting this pain on me.
“Happy birthday,” I find myself thinking.
     
    He
gets closer, pressing his body up against mine. He’s wearing a tight black
jumper that shows off his impressive muscles, and black jeans. As he presses in
closer I can feel his enormous manhood throbbing against my leg. I want that
cock inside me but I get the feeling that it’s not going to happen anytime
soon. He has plans first. He lunges in towards me, pulling the gag from my
mouth and kissing me forcefully. Then he slaps my face hard and for a second I
go dizzy, trying to figure out if this is all part of the game or if I should
call Time Out for him being a bit rough. I decide to let this one play out and
he backhands me, knocking my head back the other way.
     
    He’s
never been this rough before but there’s literally nothing I can do about it. I
can’t get my head around whether I enjoy the pain, or if enough is enough.
Before I get the chance to think, he slaps my left tit really hard, sending a
searing pain through it. Then with his other hand he slaps the other one,
stinging me, and making my nipples throb with the pain. I’ve decided I want him
to stop but before I get the chance to tell him he’s forced the gag back onto
me.
     
    He
slaps me with his hand around my face again and again, and for a second I lose
consciousness, waking to find him standing there in front of me, arms crossed
like he’s just been waiting for me to wake after blacking out. He slaps me hard
again and again across my tits and the pain is becoming unbearable. Tears
stream from my eyes so he knows how much he’s hurting me, but still he doesn’t
stop. He reaches forward with both hands, and pinches my nipples hard. It hurts,
I want this to stop now. He pulls them. He twists them. He’s being too rough
and I don’t like it.
     
    He
reaches into his back pocket and pulls out the whip again, its leather tassles slapping
against my tits, my belly, my arms, and my legs. My tears