Warmth shot through her body up from her pussy and into her throbbing clit.
“This is my specialized leg spreader.” He held it up for her to see. It looked like a shiny metal tube with several loops on the ends. “I’m going to attach this to your ankles. You see the two rings near the ends?”
As gooseflesh popped up on her skin, she nodded.
“Those, I’ll stake to the ground, fastening the spreader so you won’t be able to move an inch. It’ll feel different than the ball-tie, but it will still immobilize you just as well.”
Per his promise, he anchored her to the tree and the ground with her arms above her head and her legs spread wide. She listened to his final step to immobilize her. The metal clang hit her eardrums hard as he drove the rods into the earth.
Austin pulled out a long black whip from the table’s lower shelf. “Ready to be introduced to my singletail’s bite?”
She chewed on her lip, wanting to answer, but unable to find words.
“Give me a color, pet.”
“
Y–Yellow,” she whispered.
“Good girl. Let’s get you back to green.” He kissed her deeply, until her body felt like a drenched cloth. His tongue swept into her mouth, sending hot and overwhelming sensations through her.
He tugged on her hair braid and brought his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to his lips devastating assault. She moaned her surrender into his mouth.
“What color now, pet?”
She sighed. “Green, Master.”
“Excellent.” He stepped back, and studied her. “Listen to me, Jessie. It’s true that a whip in inexperienced hands can be very dangerous, but I’m very experienced. I have been throwing single tails for years, and I practice with my whips every day. I won’t harm you.”
His pledge did some to ease her concerns.
“But know this, you can take pain. In fact, pet, you lust for it.”
Deep down, she knew he was right. His stings had sent her to a space of release and abandon, helping her to focus on his gifts of awesome sensations in her body and of pure emotions in her mind.
He stood in front of her, and rolled out the leather whip. It was at least six feet long, maybe even eight. Sensual jitters swelled through her, causing a concert of burn to hit her nipples and clit.
Master grinned, then sent the length of the strap into the air to the left of her. Crack! Jessie jerked against her restraints, though she didn’t move more than a fraction of an inch. Akin to thunder, once again, he snaked the whip through the air calling forth the savage beast.
His skill with the whip was obvious, as Master made it dance in front of her. He threw it overhand, then backhand, then sidearm, and then like a lion tamer forming an S in the sky. This routine went on for several minutes. He called forth the wicked sound, again and again, until she was nothing more than a puddle. She feared and craved the feel of the monster’s dangerous bite.
“Color?”
“Green, Master.”
He nodded and wrapped up the snaky leather into a loop, and then walked behind her out of her range of vision.
“Ready, pet?”
“Y–Yes.”
She felt the sting before she heard the now familiar crack. Like a lover’s bite, she felt the heat from the whip’s first strike in the middle of her left ass cheek. The burn fired up delicious sensations in her body.
“A first taste, sweetheart.” She heard him step up behind her. Then when she felt his fingers on the spot on her ass the lash had struck, her pussy dampened. “Six more to go, pet. Understand?”
Oh God! “Yes, Master.”
“Perfect. Feel my energy in each strike.” His voice was the sexiest she’d ever heard it. “Color?”