Elizabeth's Bondage Boxed Set

  When Elizabeth was panting, stiffening and moaning in a pre-orgasmic haze, he stopped. Then he picked up the flogger and without a word of warning, brought it down lightly on her breasts. Lizzy gave a little cry, but it wasn't of pain, her eyes were dilated and her expression mindless. Mark began to work her over in earnest, enjoying the color of her skin as it turned a rosy pink. By God, whipping her sweet flesh was as amazing as he had hoped. Hips, ass, pussy, stomach, and nipples – nothing evaded his careful blows. He wondered how much pain Elizabeth would take for him. Would it be even more exciting if he used real force? His throbbing dick seemed to think so.

  When she was moaning and writhing in front of him, Mark said, "Do you like it, Slave?" There was a long pause, while she apparently processed these words.

  "Oh God, yes. It feels amazing, Master."

  "Good," Mark replied. "Then, my sweet Slave, you should say, 'Thank you for whipping me, Master."

  "Oh God, yes. Thank you for whipping me, Master."

  He stroked her golden hair. "You are such an excellent slave," her murmured. "But remember," he warned. "You are not allowed to come without my permission."

  "Oh no, Master. Can I tell you if I really need to come?"

  "You may beg me to let you come, yes. I'd like to hear you beg. But if you climax without your master's permission you'll be sorry."

  Mark put the flogger down and found the nipple clamps. Squeezing each breast, he sucked each nipple to a tight little point and then he put the clamps on. This throbbing ache would distract her even more. The main thing was that when he drove in deep and hit her cervix, he wanted his slave so hot and confused sexually between pleasure and pain that she loved it.

  "Do you like it?" he whispered after applying the clamps.

  "Yes," she said.

  "What do you say?" he asked.

  "Oh. Thank you, Master, for clamping my nipples."

  Mark kissed her in reply, anchoring her face with his big hands in a brutal, passionate kiss. "Fuck, seeing you like this…" Mark couldn’t finish his sentence. She was so open and willing to accept his dominance. He loved that she surrendered to him, to whatever he wanted. How far could he go? She had a safe word, but would she use it? Would his slave really do anything for him? André had assured him that Elizabeth was a natural sexual submissive. With training, she would gladly endure anything in her desire to please her master and obey his will.

  Mark stood up then and her eyes went to his swollen shaft. It was dripping with pre-cum. He got to his knees on the bed, put his hand on his dick and guided toward her luscious swollen lips. "Such a good slave," he said. "You may lick up my cum."

  "Oh thank you Master," she murmured, and greedily lapped at his broad head, licking him clean, tonguing him with a mummm of pleasure.

  Mark returned to work between her legs, using his fingers to penetrate her, and admiring the way her cunt gaped, opening wide, enticing him to fuck her. Using his teeth, he bit her numerous times, and while she squealed and shrieked, Mark could tell she was still enjoying everything he did as her slit was flooding. André had spoken to him about sub-space, how endorphins released from inflicted pain could cause euphoria. It was an art form, apparently, to know how to constantly bring a sub to this state. Mark knew he had much to learn. Once he had his slave close to orgasm again, he returned to the flogger, but this time he applied it with even more force.

  For some reason a sense of betrayal and anger was building within Mark. Why was it Lizzy could get wet and climax now, when she couldn’t before? Elizabeth had been selfishly denying him sex. How could she have been masturbating - sometimes twice daily - when he had been forced to go without? And lying to him. Well, she would never, ever do any of this shit in the future.

  "Does it hurt, Slave?" he asked, after a particularly brutal strike across her breasts.

  "Oh, yes, Master," Elizabeth said, "It really hurts!" Her tone was one of surprise, panic and unspoken accusation.

  "But you deserve it, don't you? This is punishment now," he added in explanation. Moving toward her pussy, Mark applied the flogger with effort directly upon her clit. "You will never fake an orgasm again, will you?"

  "Oh no, Master," she shrieked as he continued to flog her.

  "If you want to masturbate, you will first obtain my consent and will only do so at my direction."

  "Yes! I swear, Master," she screamed her agreement.

  "This is my cunt. My clit! Mine! You may never, ever have an orgasm without my permission, do you understand?" he growled. The beating was merciless, and his anger was all directed toward her clitoris and pussy, the sexual parts of her that she had withheld from him.

  Elizabeth was crying, large tears were streaming down her face, her chest heaving, her face splotchy. "I won't Master," she sobbed with a pitiful hitch in her voice. "I'll be good."

  "This is my cunt, and my clit," he repeated, hitting them harder. "And your ass is mine," he flogged it too, "Your breasts are mine, your body is mine to do with as I please. You will always remember who your master is."

  "Yes! Yes! Yes!" she shrieked, "I swear it! I'm yours, Master, your slave. All yours. Please don’t hurt me anymore. I promise to be good!" Her beseeching pleas and heartrending tears pierced Mark's mind, shocking him into sensibility. For a moment he realized that this was not what he had so carefully planned. He wanted her to associate pain with pleasure, not to think of it as a penalty. Stunned he saw the brutal red welts of his flogging, and froze. What was he doing? Jesus! What had he done?

  14. Punishment

  Mark stared at his wife and the burning red stripes he had given her. This was against everything he believed in, or was it? What had he been thinking? And yet Mark knew. He had been angry and possessive and furious that Elizabeth had betrayed him. She had been enjoying her body without him. Without him! But he shouldn’t have flogged her so hard. Had the beast taken over? Or had he? Was there any difference anymore? Such confusion made him ineffective and he remained perfectly motionless while he tried to decide what to do next.

  André's voice carried over the sound of Elizabeth sobs, "Mon ami, this is very good work, I think." A firm hand gripped his shoulder and Mark turned to look into André's composed gaze. The Frenchman was wearing a silk bathrobe with green velvet trim, but on André it looked better than an expensive three piece suit.

  "André," Mark said, and looked at his mentor with heartfelt relief.

  André gave him a serene smile. "As I have said, this is good work. A disobedient slave must always face discipline. You have taught this one a lesson she will not soon forget."

  Mark's confusion vanished. André was so calm - he radiated a sense that "all is well." The man was solid as the foundations of a high-rise building, and his certainty and confidence boosted Mark's own.

  "Voila, mon ami," André said. "I have come as you requested. I believe you wished me to help you pleasure your slave. As we discussed, this little cum slut desires to serve us both at once. It is time for her to get her wish, no?"

  Mark cleared his throat. "I believe so," he said. Walking over to the bedside table, Mark put the flogger down. Then he sat beside his Lizzy on the bed, and looked into her eyes. There was pain, confusion and uncertainty there – she was completely off balance. It was up to him to steady her. Leaning down into her he licked a tear away, and gently stroked her face. "All harsh discipline is over," he said, voice as impassive as possible. "You'll remember who you belong to next time, won't you?"

  Elizabeth sniffed. "I'm so sorry, Master. I should have talked to you sooner." Her breath hitched. "I'll never do anything like that again."

  "Your Master has whipped you, what do you say?"

  There was a long pause. "Oh," Elizabeth said. "Thank you, Master," she whispered, a little hesitantly. "Thank you for disciplining me."

  "You are welcome, and you are forgiven my sweet, sweet slave," Mark said. "You were so very brave the way you took your punishment. The debt has been paid. I couldn't be more proud of you." r />
  Mark saw that she had brightened at his praise, pathetically grateful for his kind words. "Really, Master?" she sniffed again.

  "Yes, really," he said, smiling down at her and wiping her face with a tissue. Her transparent desire to please him stabbed him with pleasure. This was the real Elizabeth, a woman with all social masks ripped away. He felt as if he was gazing at her soul. "You were amazing," Mark said, making no attempt to hide how he felt. He wanted her to see his avid admiration in his face. "I whipped you very hard, sweetheart, for I was mad that you had kept yourself from me. I'm afraid I took most of that punishment out on your cunt and clit." He looked up at the mirrored ceiling. "Can you see from here? How red and swollen and welted your pussy is?"

  "Yes, Master."

  "It looks incredible. Seeing you cuffed in this exposed position and knowing you have taken your punishment makes me extraordinarily hard," Mark said. "Does it hurt very much?"

  "Yes!"

  "Good," he replied, aware that he was strangely unperturbed by her discomfort. "But it won't hurt for long. Say hello to André."

  Elizabeth looked up at André, standing nearby. She gave him a faint smile and said, "Hello, Sir."

  "André is here because we are both going to reward you. I understand that you enjoyed the thought of André and me making love to you at the same time. I have lots of ideas of how we will take you, the two of us, using your body for our pleasure."

  "Oh God," she whispered.

  "Precisely, sweetheart. You are my lovely Sex Slave," he said and gave her a slow, thorough kiss and added, "Mine. You belong only to me." Mark gave her a boyish grin. "But it just so happens that tonight I want to share."

  15. Ménage à Trois

  Mark looked up at André. "I'm thinking that you should use her pussy, while I take her mouth. How does that work for you?"

  "Very well, mon ami," André said, tossing his dressing gown over a chair, exposing the long clean lines of his trim, muscular body as well as a bobbing erection. "All shall be as you command, for Elizabeth is your slave, and I am honored to be allowed to share her with you."

  "Yeah, right," Mark said with a laugh. The irony killed him. Earlier today his wife was André's sex toy, but he couldn't fault the man really. André's methods were extreme, but he couldn’t argue with the results. "Just tell me when you feel her getting close so I can give her permission to come. I'd like to reward my slave with multiple orgasms tonight."

  "Bon," André said. "I do enjoy how you have restrained your submissive, so her beautiful pussy and ass can be clearly admired. This was a well considered piece of art, n'est ce pas?"

  The two men each moved to different positions. Mark began by removing her nipple clamps, and gently soothing each abused peaked nub, while André used his tongue on Elizabeth's sore, ill-treated clit and pussy. The two Dom's worked in a strange unplanned concert, driving their slave to soaring heights. André, ever skilled, tormented Elizabeth by bringing her close again and again, while Mark gave her the added oral pleasure of being able to suck him while she was being fucked.

  "Mon ami," André finally said, when Elizabeth moaned and thrashed with Mark's cock in her mouth. André's own cock was deep inside her pussy, right up to the balls. "I think she is close and will come at your command, if you are ready."

  Mark had his right hand holding tight to Elizabeth's hair, and his left tugging on a nipple. He said in a husky voice, "Thank you. I'd like you to climax with her, or just after André."

  "As you wish," André said. "Merci beaucoup." Holding her open thighs for leverage, he began to forcefully pound inside Elizabeth, in shorter and shorter strokes, his face in a grimace of exquisite lust and desire.

  Mark pulled his dick out of his slave's mouth, and looked into her sex-glazed eyes. "Come for me, Slave. Your cunt and your clit are both mine. I want to see you come, I want to hear it."

  Elizabeth was moaning loudly. Mark could see her pleasure building, she was at the top of the pinnacle, but she hadn't yet started to fall over. Meanwhile André grunted with each forceful thrust, pounding himself into Elizabeth, and calling out something in French as he began to climax. Watching Andre orgasm while he was fucking his wife almost made Mark shoot his own load, and he sought to understand why. There was pleasure in seeing his mentor come, and even more pleasure in knowing that his slave had served him.

  "Come for me you little slut," Mark said, using a stern, authoritarian voice, "Can't you feel it? André is shooting his seed right up your cunt, and I want your tight pussy to squeeze him hard." He twisted and pulled on both of her nipples. "Come, Slave. Right now."

  These erotic words pushed her over the edge. Elizabeth began to climax then, thrashing, writhing and wailing, with crazed keening shrieks. Mark could barely understand her, but somewhere in there she shouted one word quite coherently. Mark's chest and cock both swelled larger at the sweet sound of her screaming "Master" as she came.

  Mark had not climaxed, and he moved to release Elizabeth's legs from her cuffs. André looked at Mark's massive erection and raised his eyebrows, a question in his eyes. Mark's lips curled, and he gave André a mocking smile.

  "André my friend, I don’t know why I found the sight of you fucking my wife, and climaxing inside her so damn hot, but I did. We can discuss it later. Right now do you mind uncuffing my slave and constraining her arms above her head with your own hands? I don’t want her in cuffs for this."

  "Mais oui," André said, and obediently moved into position. He sat at the head of the bed, his back to the bed board, and after uncuffing Elizabeth's wrists, he held them firmly, a form of human bondage.

  Mark looked at Elizabeth and smiled. "It's my turn to mount you now, Lizzy, my beautiful wife, and willing slave. I want to drive deep inside your slippery cunt. It's dripping I see, not only from your flooding pussy, but from André's semen. It's going to be a wet slick ride for my big dick, and I'm looking forward to it. Do you want your Master to fuck you, Slave?" he asked.

  "Oh God yes, Master."

  "Do you want my semen to shoot into your tight little cunt, right up there where André has already left his hot jizz?"

  "Yes! Yes! Please, Master."

  "Then that's what I'm going to do," Mark said. "You're such a horny little slut. You'll come for me again while I'm deep inside of you, won't you?"

  "Oh yes, Master, if you allow me to."

  "You got that right." Chuckling, Mark fondled her for a long while, rubbing slickness all over her, circling and tracing her labia, pulling the hood back on her clit, teasing the nub and occasionally licking or sucking it. Mark felt hypnotized by her response to him, the helpless little noises she made - he could never get enough of her. She was his opposite, so small, so soft, and so feminine. While he still felt a little guilty at the red welts between her legs, he also got harder, for Lizzy belonged to him. She was his to protect, to love, to fuck and to punish. Raw need coiled tightly in his gut. Mark wanted to be inside her, right now. Yet he also wanted to wait, to drag these moments out and to send her crazy with sexual desire. As he carefully masturbated her, she began to loudly respond, begging him desperately, wanting more.

  "Please, Master, please!"

  "Please what?"

  "Please!" she begged. "Oh God, fuck me! I think I'm going to come."

  "No," Mark said sternly, and instantly stopped playing with her. "Not yet. Don't you dare come, Slave. You'll wait until I give you permission."

  Mark rose up the bed on to his knees. Then he threw her legs over him, so they rested, hooked just under his shoulders. Bracing himself with her knees draped over his arms, he lifted her ass and spread her to allow for deep penetration. It was a position he often fantasized about, but always avoided. With his right hand he guided himself into her entrance, enflamed by a wet cascade that drenched the swollen head of his cock. Was it Lizzy's arousal or André's seed that dripped from her feminine depths? Goddamn it, he was so close. Almost anything could set him off. A muscle twitched in his cheek as he leane
d forward, forcing her even wider as he slowly pressed into her. Elizabeth moaned.

  'You're going to take me deep, Slave," he said, his voice husky with passion. "Your Master is going to push himself all the way into you and fuck you rough and hard. And when I pound into your cervix it's going to hurt, but you're going to love it, and only want more. Do you understand me, my sweet Slave? Do you want your Master's big dick as much as your Master wants to give it to you?"

  Elizabeth moaned and thrashed, clearly right on the edge of orgasm. "Oh! Oh! Oh, please, please, Master. Yes!"

  Mark shut his eyes for a moment, fighting for control. Jesus, he thought, clenching his jaw and shuddering with desire. So open, so trusting, so vulnerable, so horny. Submitting completely to me. Mine. All mine.

  Mark's large shoulders hunched then, and he let the beast go, with no thought of harming her. If his slave could take that brutal flogging without using her safe word, she could certainly take all of him. A powerful need clawed at him, and he gave into it. With his full force and strength he jack hammered into her, fast and furious, like a rutting stallion.

  It felt amazing to just let loose, to not worry about hurting her, fearing that she wouldn’t want him if he did. André had assured him that Elizabeth was the kind of submissive that could learn to love anything her Master wanted, even the most merciless pain, and by God right now he wanted to pound her to pieces with his massive dick. With her arousal and André's full load inside her, Lizzy's tight little channel was as slick and smooth a ride as could be imagined.

  "Yes! Yes!" he shouted as he rode her hard. "Take me, take all of me, my sweet, sweet Slave!"

  The sound of flesh hitting moist oozing flesh could be heard, as well as moaning and incoherent "Ah! Ah! Ah!" feminine sounds, the pitch reaching higher and higher as she climbed toward orgasm.

  "Oh God, oh God, Master, please!"