“Bend over the bed slave!” you say. I hurriedly do so all the while nervous as you reach for the belt that is ever present in our chamber. “Why ...ould you defy me this way, what were you thinking slave? You were certainly not thinking of your Master, were you?” Whack! The belt lands on my ass and I flinch involuntarily and gasp. “You will not say a word or move slave.” Whack! Whack! Whack! I bite my lip. Whack! Whack! Whack! I can surely taste my own blood now. Whack! Whack! Whack! A moan. She helped more and more by raising her hips, bringing her pussy up and presented it to me for conscious thrashing and pummeling. Yes at times it was well synchronized effort and she just stood still and allowed me to butcher her pussy with my sexy sword but even though if the pace or the range of motion was not well established, she compensated with her talent and with all her pain and pleasure laced moans made me drown in the sea of arousal along with her. Time did pass, I was so busy. Charlie gave a slight tug on my chain and led me in Yolande's wake.We entered a room which seemed to be filled with instruments of torture and led us to a wall on which hung an assortment of whips and other things which could be used to beat one's bottom. I trembled at the sight of some of them like the riding crop, the canes of various thicknesses, knotted ropes, a cat of nine tails and other kinds of whips."Some of these have a specific purpose. It depends on the pain tolerance of your slave. I said she was a minx but at least the ice was broken. I must say the sex thhat nigt had a little edge to it, purely because of that. Next day she went back and was there for about half an hour. She said the same thing happened again, she kissed him as she left but this time she lingered a little longer and it was a bit more passionate and at one stage dirty old Maurice put his hand on her bum, she was wearing a light summer dress so he would have had a good feel. I asked her what her tease.