Or you have the impression that the night can be much more fruitful if you let her do

Finally you convince yourself that what Úrsula likes is that you do what she says and you decide to follow her thinking that if that allows you to get laid... Long live the chains!

You follow her to the bike and ride back behind her. Making a fool of her, you put your hands up and try to grope her breasts, but she stops you with a blow to the hand a little harder than necessary.

You lower your hands and close your eyes as the two-wheeled Godzilla starts up. This time you notice that the trip is much shorter. When you finally stop the motorcycle, you open your eyes and discover that you are in the garden of a mansion that is located in the center of the city.

With a whistle you calculate how much dough that land surrounded by the tall buildings of the city center must be worth.

The mansion is a beautiful building from the early thirties where art deco and modernism are mixed.

You follow Ursula into the bright and airy interior of the mansion. You are so fascinated by the twisted columns and arches that make the whole building a sculpture, that you do not see how she approaches you from behind her and immobilizes you with an electric shock.

With your muscles still contracted, she grabs your body by one leg and drags it helplessly across the floor to a door. For an instant she disappears from your field of vision, just long enough to bring some bridles and tie your hands and feet.

She opens the door and despite the awkward posture you can see a series of steep steps leading into the darkness.

You try to ask that bitch what the hell she wants to do with you, but your still paralyzed tongue prevents you. With a growl the young woman grabs your legs and pulls you toward the stairs. Helplessly, you watch as the young woman's shoulder muscles tense, pulling your dead weight and bringing you closer to the door without difficulty. You have to admit that she's the chick.

"No, no, no" you think as she brings you closer and closer to the steps. You try to move again to no avail so the woman takes you down the steps one at a time allowing you to count them by hitting your head against the hard stone.

When you reach the basement you can already move your head a little and what you see takes your breath away. The basement is a huge room with damp, musty stone walls and all manner of sinister **** devices on display.

There are many that you have never seen before, but with a chill you recognize a colt and a stocks that occupy the central part of the room as well as an iron maiden in a corner and a stork as well as a whole collection of necklaces, bladed weapons of strange shapes, whips, and whips hanging from the wall.

"Do you like my collection?" —says Úrsula proudly— It took my father half his life and ten more years for me to put it together and I'm still looking for pieces.

"They're all originals," she says, stroking the wood of the rack and bringing her face closer to the surface. "If you get close enough, you can still smell the sweat and blood of the unfortunates who ended up on them."

You finally begin to regain sensitivity in your limbs and try to at least sit down so you don't look so helpless.

"Son of a bitch!" What the hell do you think you're doing? —You scream futilely struggling with your bonds— When you untie me you're going to find out...

As you speak, Úrsula has put on a leather glove and she punches you with all her might, cutting off your string of insults.

Your head spins and you spit blood as you try to clear your head. Before you can do anything else, the young woman approaches with a kind of tongs with a meter-long handle and a circle shape at the end. She wraps that end around your neck and secures it before cutting the bridle around your ankles.

As soon as your legs are free of her you get up abruptly and try to charge her, but she is already waiting for you, she easily dodges your still clumsy movements while she handles you with the pincers.

Little by little, overcoming your resistance and laughing at your vain threats, she brings you closer to the rack and places your neck and then your hands on it. The skill with which she handles you and the ease with which she places you on the instrument, without giving you any chance to get away, make you think that despite her youth, Úrsula is a veteran in these matters.

After making sure you're securely in the trap, she removes the pincers, finally allowing you to breathe a little more normally.

The trap is placed on two thick wooden posts that are nailed to the ground so that you find yourself with your waist bent at a right angle and your hands and neck trapped in the colt.

Úrsula approaches you again and taking a straight razor out from under her skimpy skirt takes your clothes off in a heartbeat.

Little by little you regain your strength and more pissed off at the cowboys who just screwed you than at having left you naked, you stir and try to **** the trap, but the wood and the wrought iron are solid and you only get Úrsula to smile with satisfaction.

—That's how I like it, asshole, the more you resist, the more fun this will be. She says picking up a crop from the wall, flexing it, appreciating its elasticity.

You open your mouth to insult her again, but she unleashes a smack on your back that brings tears to your eyes.

"From now on you will only open your mouth when I allow it and you will treat me with deference, understood?"

"Yes ma'am," you say through clenched teeth with rage.

—Better call me Mistress, that lady makes me old. —Ursula says, slapping you to reinforce her orders —And no insolence, I don't tolerate it.

"Excellent, so now let's begin your training." First of all, I want to tell you that I have not chosen you at random. I have done it because during our "date" you have shown me that you are an educated man, as far as a man can be and that you accept orders willingly. —she says caressing your back with the whip— I know that all this now seems crazy to you but in a short time you will regret not having experienced it before.

Gently lay the whip on your back as if preparing the exact point where it is going to unload the blow and you tense your body unconsciously prepared to receive it.

Úrsula's hand is immediate and she lands a whip on your back. You grit your teeth and let out a sigh.

-What do you have to tell me? Ella —she asks you, unloading a new and painful blow.

"Thank you, Mistress."

"I like it that way."

During the following hours, Úrsula subjects you to a series of punishments. hitting and whipping your whole body without removing you from the rack. At first you only feel anger and pain. The only thing you want is to let go and give that slut a beating of órdago, but little by little you begin to notice how the pain, the stinging and the uncomfortable position make you feel more alive. You are aware of every part of your body, and you absorb every drop of air like honey. You receive the blows with more and more pleasure. The "thank you Mistress" becomes more and more sincere.

When that first session ends, Úrsula stands in front of you panting from the effort and looking at you firmly but not disdainfully.

-Good Guy. I see I wasn't wrong about you," she says grabbing your chin and lifting your face so you can see the satisfaction expressed in her cold gray eyes. "Now, your prize.

Úrsula leans in front of you and gives you a long kiss. You respond shyly and savor the woman.

She then grabs a clean cloth and gently wipes the sweat off your body. Every time the canvas touches your body, pain and pleasure mix, making you shudder. Finally, she removes the trap and, politely thanking her, you stand up and stretch your spine, making gentle movements to loosen up.

Úrsula watches you satisfied and she fixes her eyes on your considerable erection. She approaches you, she caresses your inner thighs and with graceful and confident gestures she approaches the wall where she picks up a studded leather collar.

You wait quietly with your eyes lowered but casting sidelong glances at the woman's splendid body. The woman stands in front of you and places her necklace on you while you let her do it, inhaling with relish the aroma that her skin gives off.

"Now we'll have to do something about that weed," she says, pointing to the hair that surrounds your erection.

Without giving you a chance to reply, she sits you in an uncomfortable chair and brings a bucket of soapy water. She then leaves the razor on the ground and wetting her hands in the water lathers your pubis and balls. The hot water and soft, slippery hands take effect, and your erection grows almost painful. Your cock moves anxiously and involuntarily and Úrsula angrily hits you in the balls so that you keep her still.

She bends over but you thank her with a smile on your face.

Úrsula grabs the razor and slowly brings it closer to your testicles. The closeness of the sharp blade to your penis makes your hair stand on end but you stifle your terror and let him do it.

She starts at the pubis and then grabs your cock with two fingers and lifts it to be able to shave your balls more comfortably. The first contact of her hands on your cock almost makes you cum but you hold back and close your eyes enjoying the passage of the blade through your genitals.

-Now it's much better. Úrsula says, standing up and patting you gently on the balls and indicating that you follow her.

"Thank you Mistress," you reply, following the **** rack.

Gently he lowers you onto the rack and binds your wrists and ankles, turning the wheel until they are taut. You try to make yourself comfortable, trying to keep your bruised back and thighs from hurting too much, and you wait patiently. Úrsula reappears with a candle in her hand, lights it and waits for the wax to start melting.

She leans over you and caresses your chest causing you to shiver with pleasure. She then tilts the candle and lets a few drops of melted wax fall on your skin causing intense and fleeting pain. Almost instantly the wax cools and hardens. Úrsula gets a little closer and kisses the places where the wax has touched your skin. The feeling of pleasure is indescribable. You feel such a deep desire for this woman that anything she does to you comforts and excites you.

With a gesture, she spills another jet of wax on your abdomen and thighs, making your hands and ankles tense the ropes that hold you first with the pain and then with the pleasure of her kisses.

Úrsula blows out the candle and, rolling up her leather skirt, climbs onto the rack and straddles you.

When her sex contacts your cock, you can't help it and you cum like a horny teenager staining her thong and her thighs with the product of your ejaculation. You try to apologize but she slaps you and yells at you really mad. You cringe like a puppy caught at fault and wait anxiously for her to stop yelling at you.

"Now you're going to clean up all that filth for me!" Her,” she says putting her sex in your face.

You open your mouth obediently and lick the inside of Úrsula's thighs and thong, savoring your own semen for the first time in your life.

The soft moan of the woman stimulates you and you lick and bite harder. Úrsula takes off her thong and lets you suck her pussy to your heart's content. She finally notices how the woman's body begins to vibrate and enjoy. The weight of Ursula's body and flows suffocate you but you keep licking until she pulls away from you with a moan.

Little by little she is delayed until your sexes come into contact again. Your cock, still rock hard, squirms hungrily as she shoves it in with one stroke.

Helplessly you want her to fuck you harder, but you know you shouldn't ask for anything and you watch the young woman rock her body with your cock inside her. Little by little Úrsula speeds up her movements while she digs her nails into your chest and pinches your nipples.

The woman begins to pant and writhes, moving her hips with all her strength, scratching and biting you until she notices how her entire body twitches assailed by a strong orgasm.

About to cum she pulls away and it looks like she's going to leave and leave you tied up, but with a naughty smile she grabs your cock and twists and jerks it violently making you cum abundantly again as she pounds your balls.

After a few seconds you recover a bit and she loosens your bonds and helps you to your feet. You feel sore, dirty, beaten, but above all grateful to the woman who has shown you what pleasure really consists of.

“Okay, now straight to the shower,” she says, connecting a chain to her necklace and leading you upstairs. “Then I'll show you the rest of your homework. You have a lot to learn.

Three weeks later.

“Well, the time has come. Úrsula tells you, putting the chain on your necklace

"Don't forget what I taught you and everything will be fine." And remember, she tells you holding your head tightly forcing you to look into her eyes, don't let me down or I'll punish you.

You enter the atrium where several impeccably dressed men and women begin to enter followed by their half-naked male and female slaves at the beginning of the meeting.

Jorge appears among them with a small redhead following him like a lapdog. He looks at you, he recognizes you despite the disguise and smiles amused.

"Come on, doggy." I think today is going to be a great day for you.—your Mistress tells you, pulling the leash with a satisfied gesture.

THE END