Pain, it’s part of the pleasure.
“Remember when your cock used to be so pretty and hard? Back before I made you pierce it and put a ring through it?”
*thwack*
“I… yes, Goddess.”
“Well, it’s still pretty sensitive. Isn’t it?”
*thwack*
“Ah!… yes, Goddess.”
“You still don’t like it when I hit it. After all this time.”
“No, Goddess.” *thwack* “Mmmph!”
“That means it’s still fun to hurt it.”
“Yes, Goddess.”
“It’s gotten saggy though. Shame. It was so nice and hard when we first met.”
“Y-yes Goddess.”
*thwack*
“Don’t play shy, you see it every time you look in the mirror. Poor old prick.”
He winced. “Yes, Goddess.”
“Aren’t you glad I still bother with it at all?”
“Yes… Goddess.”
*thwack*
“Thank me for beating your ugly old dick.”
“Thank you, Goddess.” *thwack* “Ahhhh!”
“Try again.”
He grimaced and squeezed it miserably out. “Thank you for beating my ugly old dick, Goddess.”
“That’s better, cunt. You’re welcome.” *thwack* “I’m going to beat it black and blue. Well, it will be black and blue. You can kneel and present it to me every day while the bruises develop. We’ll watch it turn colors together. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” *thwack* “You like offering yourself to me.”
He sniffled. “Fuck… Yes, Goddess.”
“Ask for more.”
“Oh… please Goddess…” he whimpered and cast about, looking for a way out that he had long ago locked behind him.
She chuckled. “You’re going to ask. Why fight it, my little bitch?”
“I… please would you…” His desperate face was quickly becoming resigned.
She grabbed his chin and bent to look him square in the face. Her soft tone combined with the ferocity in her eyes raised the hairs on his scalp. “Please would I what, my pathetic, groveling little man?”
“Please… beat my saggy old cock, Goddess.”
She let go of his jaw. “Good boy.”
*thwack*
“Ow! Ohhh…”
“I’ll give you lots more. I know you’re already making a fucking puddle on that chair. You’ll be licking that up after this.”
*thwack*
“I like your moans. They still make me horny.”
*thwack*
“Oh, go ahead and look at me all pleading like. You want me to stop. But you also want to please me. That’s my favorite. I like seeing the conflict on your face.”
*thwack*
“You’re not as pretty as my other slave boys, but that look makes my pussy wet every time.”
*thwack* His eyebrows raised and met as his lips trembled.
“You still care about your cock, don’t you? It’s so important to your sense of manhood. You created babies with it.”
*thwack*
“Now it’s pretty pointless though. Who would want to look at that? Aren’t you glad it can still be some use?”
*thwack* He was crying now.
“Oh, you’re crying.” She wiped the tears from his cheek and brought them to his lips. When he opened, she thrust her fingers deep to make him gag. More tears. “You know I like that. Good of you to make this worth my time.”
*thwack*
His sobs were turning into a hopeless keening sound. She put down the strap and approached the chair as she unzipped her leather pants. She gazed into his wet face as she rubbed her pussy over it, passing back and forth over his lips. He tried to meet her gaze, but his eyelids kept clamping shut against the sting of his helpless tears. He saw her satisfaction between his cringes, and he felt it as she turned and pressed her asshole onto his mouth. He licked and sucked desperately.
“Such a good ass licker. Even after all that, you still want to please me.” Her hands were in his hair, grasping and tugging and pressing him deeper into her ass as she thrust. Soon she pulled back, turned again and pushed him to the ground, mounting his face. She came hard and quickly, squirting all over his face, almost drowning him in her pleasure.
“You wanted to be sexy for me. So you could offer it to me.” She regarded the wreck of him. There was no resistance left. He was utterly pliant. Everything was hers. “You’ve never been more beautiful than this.”
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