Whipping Porn and The Temple Bouquet – Chloe Begs for More

She Begged for the Whip

Chloe begged for the whip.  The porn we watched earlier had her insisting on the experience.  Soft little whimpers and moans echoed through the dungeon.  Each of her wrists tied to metal pipes that hung from the ceiling. For 12 long hours, she’d hung there. A puddle of sweat and red that had poured from her fragile body lay under her feet. The air was thick with the scent of salty tears and other bodily fluids, A smell that even I lusted for. I swung again hearing another crack against her skin, and listening to the conflicted, painful moans that come from her. “hit me again…” she whispered. “Chrissy…please.”

I Kissed Her Shivering Lips

I smiled admiring her, Jealous that her body and not mine will forever be scarred from the sharp edges of the whip. Gently, I placed a finger on the center of her back and dragged it around to her front, watching her shiver. I grabbed her chin and kissed her eagerly, pushing my tongue into her mouth and tasting the rusty metallic liquid that dripped from her lips. She was hungrily kissing back, her breath labored.  Pulling away all too soon, I asked, “Oh Chloe, are you sure you can handle it?” I smiled knowing she could. She has a passion for pain so intense, that it matches the red fire that sits on her head.

I Indulged Her Again

Gripping the whip tightly in my hand and ready to begin another session. I pulled her matted with sweat and blood hair releasing a groan from her, “Beg me for it.” I commanded through gritted teeth. “I can handle it!” she stated suddenly regaining more energy. “Please Chrissy…give it to me. I crave it. Please…I need this. Need it. I need you.” she pleaded.  Sliding the whip behind me and with such force, I let it snap making another beautiful mark.

“Oh god!” she yells out. I let another crack of the sharp edge of the whip hit her and watched as her body flinched before it touches her delicate skin. “Yesss” she moaned.

“Who’s a dirty whore for pain?” I asked teasingly.

“I am” she whispered and I swung again hitting harder, forcing her veins to pour more of the beautiful red. “louder!” I demanded. “I’m your dirty pain slut!” she yelled.

My Pain Slut Wants More

I took a step back and unleashed my fury with the whip. Hitting her body in all the tender places. Lashes of red on her breasts, cuts just above her pussy, and of course to mark up that beautiful face of hers. “ha..ah…” she pants heavily. Cracking my knuckles, I straightened my fingers and shoved them in her mouth. “you like that bitch?” she sucked on them like the good little girl I know she is. “Yes Chrissy!” she said choking on my fingers. “you’re my slave! I own you, Chloe!” I said slapping her face a few times. “yes Chrissy.”

This Was Just the Beginning

I walked behind her and with each hateful lustful word I shouted at her, I let her feel the sting of the whip. “Whore! Slut! Cunt! You worthless piece of shit!” I let the rage of the whip pierce her skin over and over again. Each time her moan getting louder and louder until it turneed into a scream. I let her breathe for a minute and wrap my arms around her broken body.

I lean into her ear and whisper sweetly “now let the real fun begin.”

 

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