The Dark Forest: A Collection Of Erotic Fairytales(95)

“I’m… please, Master… please, I just wanted to…”

“Less talking, more seating,” he said, keeping his tone stern so she’d understand that he considered it a serious infraction of trust that she’d taken liberties with her body.

It took her several minutes to get even the first part of the plug inside her ass. He watched the muscle protest the entry and listened to her whimpers of both humiliation at the task required and the stretch required to take the plug that was much wider than the nozzle Granny Grimm had inserted had been. When her sphincter surrendered and she gave a sharp cry, he watched the wide bulb sink home, her pucker twitching as it closed around the flange that would keep the plug from slipping completely inside. Her hand was shaking as she removed it from between her legs.

“Very good,” Drake said, his eyes raking over her plugged, filled, and clamped body. Moving away, he went to a panel on the wall and pressed a button. Keeping his eyes on her, he watched as her eyes widened as a beam that had been flush against the ceiling lowered. Once he could easily reach it, he removed his finger from the button and retrieved a set of cuffs and a rope from the top of the mantle. Returning to Regina, he held out his hand, helping her to her feet.

“Don’t allow that dildo or butt plug to fall out,” he said as he placed the fur-lined cuffs around her wrists then locked them together.

“Yes, Master,” she said.

Threading the rope through the rings on her cuffs, he moved her to stand beneath the beam, running the rope through the metal ring centered in the wood. Once it was secure, he moved back to the wall, reversing the beam until her arms were stretched tautly over her head and she was standing on the balls of her feet. “Open your legs as wide as you can.” She shuffled her feet apart, twisting a bit with the motion but stilling once she found her center. Satisfied with her position, he picked up the flogger he’d set aside. Returning to her, he ran the falls over her skin, watching as her skin broke out in gooseflesh, circling her breasts in a figure eight pattern before trailing the flogger over her flat tummy to caress each of her inner thighs. She gasped when he ran the leather through her sex, the falls dampening with her cream which was seeping out from around the dildo buried in her cunt.

“Naughty girls who touch what belongs to their Masters without permission get punished, don’t they, Regina?”

“Ye… yes, Master.”

“That’s right. Just as Gigi gets spanked by her daddy when she misbehaves, Regina gets spanked by her Master when she is naughty. Both are loved very, very much by the man who has promised to keep them safe, love them forever, bring them the greatest pleasure possible, and teach them the error of their ways.”

“I’m so sorry, Master. Please forgive me.”

“That is never in question, Regina,” Drake said, moving forward to give her a gentle kiss. “And, I’m going to show you how you’ll earn that forgiveness by releasing you from the guilt you’ve kept bottled up inside for the past two weeks. Remember, you may dance but your legs are to remain open. Do not drop your dildo and plug.”

“Yes, Master.”

He lifted the flogger and brought it down. She cried out, her back arching as her left breast took the stroke. Her right breast took the next, the falls striking in a steady rhythm, back and forth, covering the top mounds of her breasts and then catching the under sides before landing across her clamped nipples. She writhed and moaned, twisting a bit from side to side but kept her legs spread. Her skin began to pinken and then moved towards red.

“Whose titties are these?” he asked, giving each of her clamped nipples another stroke.

“Yours, Master!”

Her tummy was next, her gasps more frequent as he increased the intensity of his strokes, knowing her abdomen was less sensitive than her breasts even without the bite of the clamps. The first true sounds of pain didn’t occur until he began to flog the very tender flesh of her inner thighs, her legs often attempting to close but opening again as she struggled to obey, to submit all of her body to her Master. Once both her thighs were red, he dragged the flogger through her sex again. She truly was an amazing woman, her moan containing more pleasure than pain. Squatting, he looked at her cunt. Her arousal had only grown, her clitoris swollen and visibly pulsing. Using an upswing, he flicked the little nub with the flogger, causing her to arch her hips forward as if begging for more attention.

“Well, hello there,” Drake said, flicking the flogger again. “I do believe I’ve discovered the reason for your name. This is truly your Little Red Hood isn’t it, my love?” Bending forward, he took her entire clit into his mouth and suckled hard.

“Oh… oh, God,” she moaned, her hips jerking. He released the bundle of nerves after that single suckle, leaving her desperate, her clit now out of its hood, her cry loud when its appearance was rewarded with a sharp bite of the flogger. Cream slid down her thigh as he stood again, his wrist snaps placing perfect strokes against her sex, her feet lifting, her body twisting and yet he followed her every movement, not ceasing his actions until her pussy was red.

“Whose cunt is this?” he asked, the flogger snapping up sharply, driving her onto her tiptoes.

“Yours Master! Only yours!”

He moved behind her. Her bottom was already red from his previous attention and yet presented a fresh target. With the forced separation of her buttocks by the wide flange of the plug buried in her ass, he flicked his wrist, the falls landing on the previously untouched skin that was normally protected by her plump cheeks.