TESSA 3 - The Resort - whipped
“Tessa, is it?” Marco asked, walking you down the hall.
“Yes, some call me ‘Tess’.” You added.
“You’ve got some nice tits, cunt. I’m going to enjoy punishing them.” Marco smiled, enjoying the somewhat shocked look on your face. “You’re going to like begging to suck my cock when I start whipping those udders, too.” He laughed.
The door opened to a full room that looked like a salon. Two women, wearing collars on their necks, and cuffs on their wrists and ankles tended to you. One of the women had a red ball gag in her mouth.
You were bathed, and your pussy shaved and perfumed. You were then turned over, ass cheeks spread, and the same preparation was done to your ass. You had shaved your legs prior to the trip - but the women did a ‘fine tuning’ to make sure they were completely smooth and supple. The woman with the ball gag went to a table to get a hairbrush, you noticed her rear was marked with several stripes from a whip.
Makeup applied. A couple trims of some unruly hair. The subtle adjustments made a dramatic impact as you looked in the mirror. You felt very sexy. You were also a little scared.
“You’ll meet Adrian next.” One of the women said, lifting you up. “Oh, and one more thing…”.
The woman turned, and picked up a thick leather collar. She placed it around your neck, and fastened the buckle so there was just enough room to slide a finger inside. She then placed a small padlock on the clasp. The *click* of the padlock tripped a sexual trigger somewhere inside of you.
Adrian was waiting for you in the next room. He was timeless - one of those men who could be anywhere between 20 and 50. His chest was bare, he was wearing dark slacks and boots.
“This is called the ‘welcome whipping’.” Adrian said, pointing to a circle on the floor. You were to stand in it.
Wordlessly, he raised your wrists into leather nooses hooked to chains that led to the high ceiling above. Adrain went to the wall, undid a turnbuckle, and raised your arms until you were nearly tiptoe. A simple leather strap was placed around your ankles.
“Say, ‘Please whip me.” Adrain whispered.
“Please whip me.”
The leather strap was about 30 inches long, and an inch and a half wide. Not really that much different than a regular belt - but this one was much thicker. The weight of it did most of the work. The first stroke hit your rear, and caused a gasp. It was only a warm-up - the second shot echoed off the walls of the room, and you heard yourself scream.
Adrian took his time. “We’re in no hurry here.” He chuckled. A lash on the back took your breath away. Another on the inner thigh. Pause. He stood in front of you, smiling at the look of fear on your face. He swung the strap in a wide circle, with just the tip hitting both of your nipples. They came alive with pain.
You could feel a tear roll from your eye, but this is what you had wanted - and it felt pretty amazing. Adrian walked closer, and placed a finger directly on your pussy. You bucked forward a bit to meet it.
“Horny little thing, aren’t we?” Adrian chuckled. You felt the thick finger rub, then enter. The smell of the perfume was evident, mixed with the scent of your arousal. “Fuck, what a sloppy cunt you have, Tessa! Wet from a whipping. Tessa likes her leather, doesn’t she?”
While a tear continued to roll, you nodded in agreement. Adrian’s finger was going deeper, thrusting in and out with your breathing. His eyes may have been his sexiest feature - and he was looking directly at you.
“I’ll suck your cock.” You heard yourself say.
“Yes, you will, Tessa.” Adrian said. “But not today. That would be pleasure. For your arrival, we need to strip you of everything, and give you the punishment you have deserved for so long.”
Adrian then lowered you, only to walk you over to a simple wooden frame. “Time to ride the pony! Do you like horses, Tessa?”
You don’t really know how to respond. Yes, you liked horses as a girl, but what did this have to do…
“Mount it, slut.” Adrian ordered.
You obeyed, swinging a leg over and straddling the frame. Leather bracelets around your wrists are fastened behind you. Leathers are placed around your ankles, lifted up behind you. Your crotch is now resting on the frame. The position affects your breathing somewhat, but the full impact of the horse is only starting to hit.
It doesn’t take long before your weight begins to take a toll on your pussy lips, now crushed against the wood. Your clit is also in pain - hurting is about the only word. You squirm a bit to find a more comfortable position, only to realize it hurts worse.
“This is called ‘riding the pony’, Tessa.” Adrian smiles. “I think 20 minutes should be adequate.”
The wooden horse becomes total agony.
“This was used as an instrument of torture through the middle ages.” Adrian noted. You begin to cry and squeal. “If a person is left on it for too long, serious damage can occur. Sometimes, weights would be placed on the legs to enhance the suffering and torment. Here, let me do something to take your mind off the pain.” You can feel your pussy starting to bruise.
Adrian grabbed a flogger and laid it down hard on your chest. It hurt, but it also gave you a different place to hurt. For a moment, the stroke took your mind off the pain in your pussy. Another shot of the flogger on your back. This one wasn’t so good, as it caused you to buck forward, putting even more pressure on your clit. You screamed.
“Sing and dance, Tessa!” Adrian laughed. You thought about it. Yes, the squirming and screaming must have looked like some kind of strange dance. And it was all being captured on video.
“Yes, some call me ‘Tess’.” You added.
“You’ve got some nice tits, cunt. I’m going to enjoy punishing them.” Marco smiled, enjoying the somewhat shocked look on your face. “You’re going to like begging to suck my cock when I start whipping those udders, too.” He laughed.
The door opened to a full room that looked like a salon. Two women, wearing collars on their necks, and cuffs on their wrists and ankles tended to you. One of the women had a red ball gag in her mouth.
You were bathed, and your pussy shaved and perfumed. You were then turned over, ass cheeks spread, and the same preparation was done to your ass. You had shaved your legs prior to the trip - but the women did a ‘fine tuning’ to make sure they were completely smooth and supple. The woman with the ball gag went to a table to get a hairbrush, you noticed her rear was marked with several stripes from a whip.
Makeup applied. A couple trims of some unruly hair. The subtle adjustments made a dramatic impact as you looked in the mirror. You felt very sexy. You were also a little scared.
“You’ll meet Adrian next.” One of the women said, lifting you up. “Oh, and one more thing…”.
The woman turned, and picked up a thick leather collar. She placed it around your neck, and fastened the buckle so there was just enough room to slide a finger inside. She then placed a small padlock on the clasp. The *click* of the padlock tripped a sexual trigger somewhere inside of you.
Adrian was waiting for you in the next room. He was timeless - one of those men who could be anywhere between 20 and 50. His chest was bare, he was wearing dark slacks and boots.
“This is called the ‘welcome whipping’.” Adrian said, pointing to a circle on the floor. You were to stand in it.
Wordlessly, he raised your wrists into leather nooses hooked to chains that led to the high ceiling above. Adrain went to the wall, undid a turnbuckle, and raised your arms until you were nearly tiptoe. A simple leather strap was placed around your ankles.
“Say, ‘Please whip me.” Adrain whispered.
“Please whip me.”
The leather strap was about 30 inches long, and an inch and a half wide. Not really that much different than a regular belt - but this one was much thicker. The weight of it did most of the work. The first stroke hit your rear, and caused a gasp. It was only a warm-up - the second shot echoed off the walls of the room, and you heard yourself scream.
Adrian took his time. “We’re in no hurry here.” He chuckled. A lash on the back took your breath away. Another on the inner thigh. Pause. He stood in front of you, smiling at the look of fear on your face. He swung the strap in a wide circle, with just the tip hitting both of your nipples. They came alive with pain.
You could feel a tear roll from your eye, but this is what you had wanted - and it felt pretty amazing. Adrian walked closer, and placed a finger directly on your pussy. You bucked forward a bit to meet it.
“Horny little thing, aren’t we?” Adrian chuckled. You felt the thick finger rub, then enter. The smell of the perfume was evident, mixed with the scent of your arousal. “Fuck, what a sloppy cunt you have, Tessa! Wet from a whipping. Tessa likes her leather, doesn’t she?”
While a tear continued to roll, you nodded in agreement. Adrian’s finger was going deeper, thrusting in and out with your breathing. His eyes may have been his sexiest feature - and he was looking directly at you.
“I’ll suck your cock.” You heard yourself say.
“Yes, you will, Tessa.” Adrian said. “But not today. That would be pleasure. For your arrival, we need to strip you of everything, and give you the punishment you have deserved for so long.”
Adrian then lowered you, only to walk you over to a simple wooden frame. “Time to ride the pony! Do you like horses, Tessa?”
You don’t really know how to respond. Yes, you liked horses as a girl, but what did this have to do…
“Mount it, slut.” Adrian ordered.
You obeyed, swinging a leg over and straddling the frame. Leather bracelets around your wrists are fastened behind you. Leathers are placed around your ankles, lifted up behind you. Your crotch is now resting on the frame. The position affects your breathing somewhat, but the full impact of the horse is only starting to hit.
It doesn’t take long before your weight begins to take a toll on your pussy lips, now crushed against the wood. Your clit is also in pain - hurting is about the only word. You squirm a bit to find a more comfortable position, only to realize it hurts worse.
“This is called ‘riding the pony’, Tessa.” Adrian smiles. “I think 20 minutes should be adequate.”
The wooden horse becomes total agony.
“This was used as an instrument of torture through the middle ages.” Adrian noted. You begin to cry and squeal. “If a person is left on it for too long, serious damage can occur. Sometimes, weights would be placed on the legs to enhance the suffering and torment. Here, let me do something to take your mind off the pain.” You can feel your pussy starting to bruise.
Adrian grabbed a flogger and laid it down hard on your chest. It hurt, but it also gave you a different place to hurt. For a moment, the stroke took your mind off the pain in your pussy. Another shot of the flogger on your back. This one wasn’t so good, as it caused you to buck forward, putting even more pressure on your clit. You screamed.
“Sing and dance, Tessa!” Adrian laughed. You thought about it. Yes, the squirming and screaming must have looked like some kind of strange dance. And it was all being captured on video.
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