enjoy discovering you.”
Her breath was shallow and quick as his hands traveled from her back to her stomach and then lower. She stood rigid as stone as he lightly brushed her red mound. “I won’t be taking you today, but I will be bringing you pleasure.”
With the pressure off the table, he hoped she would be able to concentrate fully on the sensations he was about to provoke.
He was surprised when she asked meekly, “Don’t you want me?”
His lips traveled to her ear and he whispered, “In the worst way.”
Ryce heard her sigh of relief and he smiled to himself. Before long, he would open Buchanan’s eyes to her feminine potential. The newly found confidence would add another layer of beauty to the girl.
“For now, I want you to give me your wrists.”
She held them out to him and he lifted them over her head and tied them loosely. This first time, given her past experience, he wanted her comfortably bound. He trailed the tails of the flogger over her skin, tickling her with it. “This is your instrument of pleasure, pet. Close your eyes and let the sensations carry you. Experience the flogger’s caress.”
He stepped back and began swinging his arm to start a gentle rhythm. Because of her thin frame, he would only be concentrating on her buttocks this session. He hoped the next time, she would have fattened enough for a more complete experience.
He slapped the right cheek with the tails of the flogger with a resounding thud. She let out a soft, “Oh!” The second swing landed on her left cheek, thudding sweetly.
He backed away and asked, “How did that feel, pet?”
“Verra nice, Master.”
“ Very , pet.”
“Very nice, Master.”
“Excellent, I shall continue then, gradually building up. If it becomes too much, you can tell me to stop. Otherwise, I am going to have free rein with you.”
“Please, Master,” she purred.
Buchanan looked alluring standing before him, wrists bound, the leather collar around her neck, and that milky white ass begging for his attention. He let the flogger smack gently against her buttocks, slowly warming the skin up for more pronounced strokes.
Soon satisfying thuds filled the air as he found his rhythm and she found her contentment. She panted as he aroused her with well-executed caresses. Each hit sent shockwaves over her skin, building with intensity as he continued. But he did it imperceptibly, so that she would not be overwhelmed. He wanted her to crave it, to desire the harder strokes that he would deny her this first time. It was his teasing, the holding back that would mold her into a pet who longed for his unique attention.
He knew that her pussy was wet, he could smell it. With a mischievous grin he stopped. He saw her tense, but she waited patiently in silence.
“Open your legs wider.”
She spread herself open and he lightly slapped her between the legs with the multiple tails.
“Ohh…” she moaned, her whole body trembling on the rope. He continued the light slapping, knowing it was sending waves of sexual energy to her groin. Many of his women came with that simple contact, but Ryce stopped.
He wanted more intimate contact with her this first time. He left her hanging there as he carefully cleaned the flogger and hung it back up. This next step would be trickier given her past.
Ryce untied Buchanan and looked at her fondly. “You survived your first flogging.”
She blushed and smiled.
“Now I will introduce you to something a little more personal. You will need to keep an open mind.”
“Yes, Master,” she said with conviction.
He picked her up in his arms and carried his naked pet back to the cottage. Eventide nickered behind them. “He needs a mare,” Ryce stated.
Buchanan giggled into his chest. He could feel her nervous tension. As much as she wanted this, she was still afraid. He wondered how she would do.
Ryce laid her down on the bed and then undressed in front of her. Her eyes widened as he pulled off his shirt
Her breath was shallow and quick as his hands traveled from her back to her stomach and then lower. She stood rigid as stone as he lightly brushed her red mound. “I won’t be taking you today, but I will be bringing you pleasure.”
With the pressure off the table, he hoped she would be able to concentrate fully on the sensations he was about to provoke.
He was surprised when she asked meekly, “Don’t you want me?”
His lips traveled to her ear and he whispered, “In the worst way.”
Ryce heard her sigh of relief and he smiled to himself. Before long, he would open Buchanan’s eyes to her feminine potential. The newly found confidence would add another layer of beauty to the girl.
“For now, I want you to give me your wrists.”
She held them out to him and he lifted them over her head and tied them loosely. This first time, given her past experience, he wanted her comfortably bound. He trailed the tails of the flogger over her skin, tickling her with it. “This is your instrument of pleasure, pet. Close your eyes and let the sensations carry you. Experience the flogger’s caress.”
He stepped back and began swinging his arm to start a gentle rhythm. Because of her thin frame, he would only be concentrating on her buttocks this session. He hoped the next time, she would have fattened enough for a more complete experience.
He slapped the right cheek with the tails of the flogger with a resounding thud. She let out a soft, “Oh!” The second swing landed on her left cheek, thudding sweetly.
He backed away and asked, “How did that feel, pet?”
“Verra nice, Master.”
“ Very , pet.”
“Very nice, Master.”
“Excellent, I shall continue then, gradually building up. If it becomes too much, you can tell me to stop. Otherwise, I am going to have free rein with you.”
“Please, Master,” she purred.
Buchanan looked alluring standing before him, wrists bound, the leather collar around her neck, and that milky white ass begging for his attention. He let the flogger smack gently against her buttocks, slowly warming the skin up for more pronounced strokes.
Soon satisfying thuds filled the air as he found his rhythm and she found her contentment. She panted as he aroused her with well-executed caresses. Each hit sent shockwaves over her skin, building with intensity as he continued. But he did it imperceptibly, so that she would not be overwhelmed. He wanted her to crave it, to desire the harder strokes that he would deny her this first time. It was his teasing, the holding back that would mold her into a pet who longed for his unique attention.
He knew that her pussy was wet, he could smell it. With a mischievous grin he stopped. He saw her tense, but she waited patiently in silence.
“Open your legs wider.”
She spread herself open and he lightly slapped her between the legs with the multiple tails.
“Ohh…” she moaned, her whole body trembling on the rope. He continued the light slapping, knowing it was sending waves of sexual energy to her groin. Many of his women came with that simple contact, but Ryce stopped.
He wanted more intimate contact with her this first time. He left her hanging there as he carefully cleaned the flogger and hung it back up. This next step would be trickier given her past.
Ryce untied Buchanan and looked at her fondly. “You survived your first flogging.”
She blushed and smiled.
“Now I will introduce you to something a little more personal. You will need to keep an open mind.”
“Yes, Master,” she said with conviction.
He picked her up in his arms and carried his naked pet back to the cottage. Eventide nickered behind them. “He needs a mare,” Ryce stated.
Buchanan giggled into his chest. He could feel her nervous tension. As much as she wanted this, she was still afraid. He wondered how she would do.
Ryce laid her down on the bed and then undressed in front of her. Her eyes widened as he pulled off his shirt
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