Lydia is Punished Again

That night, Razir had other plans.

"Strip, ****," he commanded, his voice cold and hard set.

Lydia obeyed without hesitation, peeling off her clothes and standing naked in front of him. Razir studied her body, his eyes lingering on her curves, her chest and shoulder tattoos, the scars from her past, and the new marks he had inflicted.

"Turn around," he instructed.

Lydia did as she was told, her heart racing as she waited for his next command. She felt ****, exposed, but also alive. Razir's hands traced the contours of her body, his fingers brushing against the marks he had left on her skin. He groped her tits and ass, before giving it a gentle slap.

"You have a beautiful body, ****," he murmured, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down her spine. "But it's mine to do with as I please."

Lydia shuddered, her breath catching in her throat. Something held her captive, compelling her to submit to his every whim.

"I own you, ****," he said, his voice hard. "And I'm going to remind you of that for the rest of the day. Whose are these tits?" he asked as he groped them.

“Yours, master.” Lydia's heart raced, her breath coming in short gasps. She had never felt so alive, so consumed by a single person. Right now, she was his. And she would do anything to make him happy.

"What can I do with them?" he asked, his voice a cold whisper in her ear.

"Anything you want, master," Lydia whispered back, her voice barely audible.

"Give me some ideas."

"You could squeeze them." Lydia groaned in satisfaction as Razir did so.

"What else?"

"Mmmm. You could pinch my nipples."

Razir pinched them, making them hard and her pussy wet.

"What else may I do with them?"

"Mmmm. You could suck and lick them."

Razir sucked hard each of her nipples, and licked her breasts. "What if I wanted to whip them?"

Lydia gulped.

"Would I be allowed?" His red eyes pierced her, and Lydia let out a groan of fear and intimacy. He slapped the side of her breast hard.

"Yes, master. They're your tits, to do with as you please."

"Good ****." He patted her head.

Lydia breathed in deep as she stood naked for him. At least that had just been a test.

Razir smiled, his hand trailing down her spine, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. "Good. Now, bend over."

Lydia obeyed without hesitation, her knees buckling as she bent forward, her ass presented to him, a perfect offering for his desires. Razir couldn't help but marvel at the sight before him. Her smooth, rounded curves were a testament to her innocence and submission.

Razir continued to spank her, his hand connecting with her flesh with a deliberate **** that sent shivers of arousal coursing through her body. Each strike was a testament to her mastery, a reminder of who owned her for the night and what she was meant to be.

She could feel the cool, hard floor against her bare feet, but all thoughts of discomfort were lost in the exhilarating thrill of her submission.

Razir strode around her, his eyes never leaving her body as he reached into a nearby bag. He pulled out a thick, leather strap, and Lydia's breath caught in her throat at the sight of it.

Lydia closed her eyes, steeling herself for the pain she knew was coming. She had recently found a strange comfort in pain, in the knowledge that she was at the mercy of her dominator. It was a feeling of purity, of complete and utter surrender.

The strap cracked across her backside, and Lydia cried out, her body jolting with pain and pleasure. The sting was intense, but it was nothing compared to the overwhelming sense of submission that washed over her.

Razir continued to flog her, his movements precise and deliberate, each strike landing with a crack that echoed through the room. Lydia could feel the heat building on her skin, a fiery sensation that spread outwards, consuming her entire body. It was agony, but it was also the most exquisite pleasure she had ever experienced.

Finally, the flogger fell silent, and Razir stepped back, his eyes hooded with lust. "You're mine for now, ****," he said, his voice a low growl. "And I will yet again remind you of that."

Lydia's heart pounded in her chest, her breath coming in short gasps. She had never felt so alive, so fully owned and dominated by an elf.

She whispered her agreement, her voice barely audible. "Yes, master."

Razir's hand trailed down her spine, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. "Let's make sure you never forget."

He walked over to a small wooden table and picked up a piece of equipment. It was a thick, metal rod with a curved handle, and Lydia's insides clenched at the sight of it. She knew what it was for.

Her body trembled as she awaited his next command. Her skin felt flushed and sensitive, and she could feel the wetness building between her legs. She had never felt so exposed, so ****, and yet so alive.

"Get on your hands and knees," Razir commanded.

Lydia obeyed, her knees weak and her heart racing. She knew what was coming, and she wanted it. As she waited on her hands and knees, Razir approached her from behind. His hand trailed down her back, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. She could feel his heat, his desire, his dominance. It was intoxicating.

"You're mine, and I'm going to remind you of that for this limited time that you still are," he whispered in her ear, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down her spine.

Lydia whimpered softly, her heart pounding in her chest.

"Do you understand, ****?" Razir asked, his hand resting on the back of her head.

"Yes, master," Lydia whispered back, her voice barely audible.

Razir's hand lifted, and she felt the cool, hard metal of the rod pressed against her cheek. Her heart raced as she waited for his next move. She knew better than to disobey.

Then, with a single swift motion, Razir pressed the rod firmly against her ass, and Lydia cried out in surprise. The sensation was intense, a sharp, throbbing pain that spread throughout her body. She clenched her muscles in response, her mind screaming in protest as her body submitted to his dominance.

Razir continued to spank her, his hand moving in a steady rhythm that built to a crescendo of intensity. Lydia's body shivered with each strike, the pain and pleasure mingling together in a delicious cocktail of sensation.

Finally, Razir's hand fell still, and Lydia's breath caught in her throat. She could feel the heat building on her skin, a fiery sensation that spread outwards, consuming her entire body.

He positioned himself behind her, his hand on her hip, guiding her movements. "Spread your legs a little wider," he commanded, and Lydia complied, her heart racing as she felt the cool, hard floor against her feet.

Razir's other hand slid down her body, his fingers brushing against her sensitive flesh. He knew exactly where he wanted to touch her, and he could feel the heat radiating from her core.

"You're slick down there, aren't you?" he whispered, his breath warm against her ear.

Lydia blushed, her body trembling with shame and desire at his words. "Yes, master," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Razir's hand continued to explore her body, his fingers sliding into her wet folds.

"You're so wet, ****," he growled, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine. "You want me inside you, don't you?"

Lydia nodded, her body shaking with need. "Yes, master. I want you to take me."

Razir's hand withdrew, leaving her feeling empty and **** for his touch.