Chapter 9: Kissed by the Strap

Continued from chapter 8:

Sophie’s relentless rhythm continues, each strike echoing in the room as I drown in the sensations—pain and pleasure intertwining, the boundaries of my limits blurring.

“AAAIIIIIEEEEEE!!!! SOPHIE! MISS TAYLOR! PPPLLLLEEEEAAASSSEEEE!!!”

THWACK! THWACK! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!

“NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! SOOOOOPPPHHHIIIEEEE!!!”

THWACK! THWACK! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! THWACK! THWACK! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!

I cannot see a thing as my face is full of hot tears, snot, and drool, completely undone over her lap.

She delivers a final series of brutal spanks, the paddle connecting with my sit spots and upper thighs, leaving no inch of my bottom untouched. As my anguished screams reach a fever pitch, she suddenly stops, tossing the implement aside.

Her hand rubs soothing circles over the blazing heat of my ass, almost tenderly.

“Shhh, it’s alright, baby. You took your punishment so well. I’m so proud of you.”

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She lifts me up and cradles me against her chest, rocking me gently as the sobs wrack my body. Her fingers thread through my hair, stroking it almost lovingly.

“That’s my good girl. You did so well for me. I think you’ve earned a special reward, don’t you?”

I just lie there and wail as she rubs my satin-covered back. I am still crying as she helps me to my feet. I am only just aware of her sliding my chemise over my head, pulling my panties all the way down and off.

She grabs my limp penis and leads me to the middle of her bedroom. I am still sobbing as I feel satin wrap around my wrists. Before I can do anything, my hands are pulled up over my head, through a satin hook hanging from the ceiling and secured to a hook on the wall.

The walls are covered in mirrors, so I see Sophie rummaging around for something before she comes to stand before me holding a spreader bar and a wicked-looking thick and wide leather strap.

I gasp, bursting into tears, suspended from the ceiling, naked, heat radiating off my bottom as Sophie Taylor stands before me, grinning triumphantly—a picture of pale gold satin, ready to bring me to my lowest of lows.

She saunters towards me, her hips swaying hypnotically, the spreader bar and strap dangling from her hands. Her ice-blue eyes rake over my bound, naked form hungrily, drinking in every detail of my vulnerability.

“Mmm, don’t you look absolutely divine like this, my pretty little plaything,” she purrs, her voice dripping with satisfaction.

“Suspended and displayed like a piece of art, just for me.”

As her fingers trail down my chest, gliding over my defined abs, they come to rest at the base of my penis. With her other hand, she lifts the cold leather strap, brushing it teasingly against my inner thigh, sending a shudder coursing through me.

“I hope you’re ready for the main event, sweetie," she purrs. “Because I’m going to ruin you for anyone else.”

Sophie makes quick work of my feet, spreading them wide and securing them with the bar. A delicious tingle spreads through my bottom from the fire ignited by the paddle. I watch her in the mirror as she takes her place, doubling up the strap with a wicked-sounding snap.

“Please, Sophie, no,” I beg in a throaty whisper, my body wriggling like a worm on a hook, **** yet electrified.

She ignores my feeble protests, admiring the way my body quivers enticingly with each futile struggle against my bonds. The strap whistles through the air before cracking across my already tender ass with a meaty thwack.

I erupt into a long, keening wail.

“Sophie! Nnnnooooo! Not this. Anything but this! Pllleeeeaaaasssseee!!!”

Sophie gives me a look of mock sympathy in the mirror, her bottom lip pushing out in a playful pout.

“Hush now, pet. This is happening, and you can’t do anything to stop it. Eros Apostasia, breaker of hearts, scourge of Hollywood, being sweetly broken under my strap. No more begging, girlypop. Only screaming. Only surrender.”

Another splat echoes in the room, followed by yet another.

Thwack! Thwack! Snap! Snap! Snap! Thwack! Thwack! Snap! Snap! Snap!

“You're going to take what I give you like a good girl.”

Sophie alternates the strikes, targeting my sit spots, the backs of my thighs, even the sensitive undersides of my cheeks. Each blow sends fresh waves of agony and **** pleasure coursing through me, blurring the lines between pain and ecstasy.

Thwack! Thwack! Snap! Snap! Snap! Thwack! Thwack! Snap! Snap! Snap!

“Look at yourself, suspended and striped, marked as my property. Doesn’t it feel good to finally embrace your true nature? To submit completely to a superior woman?”

I dance before her like a puppet under the complete control of my puppet master, or in this case, my mistress. True to her word, she ruins me for anyone else. I am unable to answer any of her questions, as no part of my body is spared from the strap’s kiss.

Thwack! Thwack! Snap! Snap! Snap! Thwack! Thwack! Snap! Snap! Snap!

As the strapping continues, my mind begins to blur, the line between pain and pleasure dissolving until I can no longer distinguish one from the other. Tears and sweat pour down my face, my hair a wild mess, but my unbelievably cock remains stubbornly erect, twitching with every impact.

“That’s it, let go. Surrender yourself to me completely.”

Sophie throws the strap aside and presses herself against my back, the satin of her robe sliding across my skin, her breasts cushioning my shoulders as her hands roam my body possessively.

“You’re mine now, my perfect little princess. I’m going to mold you, shape you, make you into the ultimate submissive slut.”

One plays with my nipples, squeezing them lightly as the other pumps my aching shaft.

“Beg for it, pet. Beg me to use you like the **** whore you are.”

How am I hard right now? I think to myself, my entire body on fire. The mirror reflects back the marks of my degradation, the marks of Sophie’s ownership of me.

I cry, sob, and stammer.

“Sophie, please, use me. I’m your puppet. Make me dance. Use me as you see fit. I’m not good for anything else.”

She grins wickedly at my **** plea, giving my throat a squeeze of approval.

“Good girl. You’re learning your place so quickly.”

Sophie gives my backside a condescending pat, her hand lingering on my exposed flesh. I'm suspended, helpless, my ridiculous cock is betraying me, twitching with arousal.

“I hope you’re comfortable there, Ero,” she says, her eyes roving over my bound form.

“You’re going to be there a while.”

She pauses, a gleam sparking in her eye.

“First things first, no proper lady can have the body hair that you do. Let’s get it all shaved off, okay, sweetie?”

Sophie giggles and departs, returning with a steaming bowl of water, a straight razor, a brush, and shaving cream. I hold completely still, disbelieving what is about to happen to me.

The brush tickles as she dances it across my body, covering my chest, back, legs, arms, and private areas. I gasp as she spreads my buttocks, the brush flicking against my most intimate place.

With agonizing slowness, Sophie begins to shave the hair from my groin, the razor gliding over my sensitive skin with surprising gentleness. My cock twitches with each stroke, despite the precariousness of my position.

“Such a good girl, holding so still for me,” she coos. “I knew you had it in you.”

She works methodically, removing every last stray hair until my entire body is silky smooth and denuded. Once satisfied with her handiwork, she sets the razor aside and steps back to admire her creation. Her fingertips trace the newly exposed skin, eliciting shivers that dance up my spine.

“Mmm, much better,” she murmurs.

“Smooth as a baby’s bottom. Or should I say, as smooth as a proper lady’s bottom ought to be?”

She punctuates her words with a sharp smack to my freshly denuded cheeks. I jump, a yelp escaping my lips.

“Now then, what was it you said about puppets?”

Her eyes widen, a triumphant smile spreading across her face. A diabolical plan is hatching in real time.

“Let’s do that next, okay, Ero? Before I run you through hair, makeup, and wardrobe, I am going to make you into a real, living puppet. Can you guess how I’m going to make that happen?”

Continued in chapter 10...