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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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She stood in the cold air….the dark church echoing and empty around her.
The candles dotted around the building only serving to deepen the shadows.
She waited, he would be here soon and she was ready. Her burning inside had grown since their last encounter and she had been so very good for him, she had waited and been patient. Now she hoped she would be rewarded.
The dark was pitch behind the stained glass windows, the church pews of hard polished dark wood sat empty and still. The confessional was closed and dark inside. At the end of the aisle was the altar, plain and simple with a white cloth and a wooden cross with two candles mounted on the wall behind it, but the altar itself was empty and bare.
She stood there, her clothes exactly as she had been told. Her white suspenders and garter belt, her white high heels. Her upper body utterly nude beneath her long coat. Her body ached to be touched, a fire was raging inside her. She was lost in thought, staring at the flames of a candle when she felt the wind shift for a moment through the high ceilinged chamber. She whirled round but the great hall of the church was empty behind her.
She went back to facing the altar, she moved towards it slowly. She heard his voice behind her, echoing through the air “Remove your coat and kneel to pray for what you desire most”.
She did as she was told, she walked to the step up to the altar and knelt down, letting her coat fall from her shoulders to the ground behind her feet.
She knelt there, her skin almost as pail as the cloth of her garments. Her perfect form of marble perfection was broken only by the black hair falling down to her waist in a straight line. Her dark eyes shimmered with desire and anticipation and her lips were full and red. She wore almost no makeup, she did not need it. The flawlessness of her beauty flowed in the lines of her neck to her firm shallow breasts with dark nipples like red win drops staining the white cloth.
Her firm round bottom sat pressed against the heels of her shoes as she stayed knelt where she was.
She felt a hand brush her hair to one side and a pair of soft lips kiss the nape of her neck. These were not her Masters hands, nor her Masters lips. She began to turn her head but the soft hands pressed either side of her face and made stay where she was, their grip like a vice with long nails on the end of each finger.
“I am your treat for tonight” she whispered into her ear “I am your switch and your toy and he will use me however he sees fit and you…..you are going to remember this night till the end of your ilfe” She licked her ear and pulled away. Walking past to the altar beyond, her exotic skin carved and coloured by artists hands to show a strong figure that had been subjected to pain and like herself, was all the more beautiful for it. But this woman had a hardness to her she did not possess. She watched as the coffee coloured Switch, as she had called herself, took lengths of rope from under the altar and placed them at each corner in coils.
Her master came behind her and she felt his hands on her shoulders and let her head fall onto one side to rub against them.
“You have waited for me and I am proud of you, you have learnt since I have been your Master and for that I am also proud of you. Now your reward is to experience something new and by tomorrow morning, you will be fulfilled inside…and out my Slave”
He took her hands behind her back and slipped a piece of rope around them that pulled tight and bound them together. He picked her up and placed her on her feet and walked her up to the altar. Here he made her sit on the edge and she did as she was told. He pushed her body back down till she was lying flat with her legs dangling over the edge beyond her bottom but her upper body was totally supported and her head a mere inch or so from the other end of the top.
Switch, as she now referred to her in her head, leaned over her and softly kissed her mouth, their lips pressed together as she felt her mouth being opened by the other girls tongue. She kissed her back and let her tongue explore Switch’s mouth and the kiss flared the fire inside her and she lost all sense of anything else for a moment.
When their lips parted she saw her Master was supporting her legs, each of which had a rope wrapped around it at the ankle. He passed the ropes to Switch who tied them to the altar at the other end so that her legs now lifted up in the air and back towards her head. Lifting her pert bottom and leaving her completely exposed at the edge of the altar. A blindfold was placed over her eyes and whilst her head was near enough at one end and her pussy was just over the edge of the other end, there was plenty of width either side of her.
She was now fully bound with her arms trapped beneath her back and legs tied open and exposed. The final touch was a rope passed double around her neck and pulled snuggly against her so she could not mover or lift her head without cutting of her own breathing.
Soft kisses against her thighs, a tongue drawing wet lines down towards her centre. She felt another mouth, the other girls, slowly draw circles around her nipples with her tongue as he Master worked his way down her legs till his tongue traced the lines between her lips and thighs to her ass and back up the centre…spreading her lips as he went. Her pussy ached to be filled, she wanted to cry out and just as she opened her mouth to do so she realised that Switch was kneeling over her on the altar. She opened her mouth and felt the warm wet softness of pussy being pushed to her tongue. She licked slowly, tentatively, as if unsure of what to do. The girl above her continued to stroke her body and kiss her belly and also worked her way towards her Masters mouth. Her Master was now slowly sucking on her clit, his skilled tongue dipping inside her wetness as she felt the other girl mouth now hover over her pussy. Her Masters tongue inside as Switch began to lick her clit in firmer, faster flicks of her tongue. She was already so close she could feel her heat growing inside and her orgasm building. They didn’t stop, they carried on working her pussy as she felt herself get close, she began to moan and as the first sounds fell from her mouth she felt the pussy above push down onto her and she put her tongue inside for the first time and really tasted the other girls sweet softness. With that motion she went over the edge and her screams were muffled as they were absorbed by the girl above her, the girl who also came in a hot rushing wave as the screams vibrated over her clit just long enough to finish her off.
Switch leaned back and lifted herself off her. His Slave lying there panting and face covered in another girls cum. He stood up and placed the head of his hard cock against her pussy.
“Eat her, my Slave, make her cum again on your pretty mouth” She began to lick around the soft wet skin, spreading the lips with her tongue as the girl above began to rub her own clit with one hand and grabbed a handful of his Slaves hair in the other behind her and pulled up, choking the Slave against the rope around her throat as she rocked back and forth on her tongue.
His Slave felt His head pressing against her, he opened her up with his hands and slid himself inside very…very…slowly…
She felt him push all the way into her and hold himself there. She could not see the candle in the Switches hand or the flog in her Masters. He held himself inside her, pressing into her as he brought it down across her bare chest and left deep red welts in the skin with the first stroke. She cried out but it was only a muffled sound against the body of the girl above her now riding her mouth hard.
She hear the flog sing through the air again but the slap of it against skin brought her no pain, then suddenly she felt the hot splashes of fresh melted candle wax against her bare chest and belly, she realised he was flogging the girl on top and with each stroke he began to move the flog between them as he slowly moved inside her, drawing his whole length out and then back in. Every time his flog hit the girl above her she would feel a new sear of heat from the wax now running in rivulets across her pale naked flesh, scoring in lines as it followed the welts left with each blog of his flog against her. All the while he built in speed slowly, getting faster with each stoke until her body could feel his pounding into her and the girl above came into her mouth on more than one occasion. Like a thunderstorm in the distance, she could feel pressure building inside her again, building and growing…..oh god she would cum soon she thought, he put down the flog and with his hands on her legs he pounded into her with all his strength as Switch above her poured a wave of hot molten wax over her clit and she felt it run down the sides over the soft delicate skin between her lips and thighs. He pounded into her with all his strength, she could feel him hitting the top inside her and then….she exploded around his hard meat….his body inside her rocking her to the core as she ate greedily at the pussy on her mouth and felt the girl cum one more time, squirting as she did into her mouth and her orgasm became all the more intense for it….she felt him, felt him let go and pour himself into her slick wetness and she accepted it all, felt him fill her up so full of cum she knew some would run out of her as he pulled out.
She lay there, her blindfold long dislodged and looked up as Switch climbed off the altar. He beckoned her round and then grabbed her head by the hair roughly and held her at an angle.
“Did you enjoy the taste of her my Slave?”
“Yes Master”
“And did she satisfy you in turn with her lips and sweetness and tongue?”
“Yes Master”
He turned to look at the girl he held by the hair.
“You may have your reward for being a good girl”
He let go of her hair and pulled out of his Slaves glistening body, the girl she called Switch knelt down and placed her lips over her pussy and began to work her tongue inside, sucking her Masters cum out of her body.
She lay there on her back as the girls tongue licked her clean.
Her master stood behind the girl and took her hands, bound them together above her head and led her away from the altar. Taking her to the railing that separated the raised altar section from the rest of the church he tied a rope around her neck and then bent her over at the waist. Tying the rope from the neck around the railing and the hands below that to the vertical rails beneath.
She dropped to her knees and said nothing.
He walked back to the Altar and untied His Slave, helping her stand and walking her to stand on the other side of the railing, her legs just a little apart and only an inch or two away from the bound girls head.
He picked up the flog and candle from where they had been left. Handing the candle to his Slave he whispered “I am going to make her scream, when she does, you will pour all the wax from the candle across her back, is that understood?”
“Yes Master”
“Good, and do you understand that you have no safety word, no way to stop anything that happens next?” He spoke to the girl where she was still on her knees
“Yes Sir”
He raised the flog and let its tails run gently down the girls back, tracing the lines there from her previous encounters. Her back was a marbled patchwork of fine lines that crisscrossed over and over, each layer a story to be told of a different blade or whip wielded against her skin.
He brought the flog down hard, leaving raised red lines in her skin but not breaking the surface. He lashed down 3 more times as hard as he could but the rope was just too soft to achieve what was desired.
His Slave watched and bit her lip, her body reacting to the blows. Her pussy growing wet and burning gently, the flames inside her growing with each strike. Her master put down the flog and pulled a new one from his bag. This one had only 3 tails, small silver bells like those on a cats collar were woven into the ends about an inch below the very tip. He let them rest against the girls back, she gasped in a sharp intake as she realised what the cold spots on her skin meant.
The girls pussy was so wet her juices were slowly dripping down her inner thighs, His Slave was in the same condition.
“Do you want her to make you cum whilst I continue, my Slave?”
“Yes Master, I do”
The girl lifted her head to let His Slave push her tongue against her clit. She licked at it and tasted the salty aftertaste of the Master behind her and the sweet taste of His Slaves cum in her mouth.
She heard the flog swinging through the air, its tails ripping across her skin, the sensation of her flesh opening was like nothing else on earth. The only thing stopping the pain being pure agony was the endorphins in her body from the way she had been treated so far and the way her body had been used and played. She could feel the warm blood beginning to trickle down her back and over her sides, but there was not pain from the cuts that had just been left themselves. The flog came again cutting a different part of her skin, she felt her body pull tight inside and wished she could feel him inside her. She moaned into the cunt of his Slave who was slowly getting closer to a fresh orgasm herself. She felt his hands spread her ass open, her pussy lips parting too as he slid his hard length inside her pussy. She ground back against him to take as much into her body as she could. He brought the flog down across her lower back leaving three deep furrows in her skin across the width of her back. He did not move inside her, he let her rock back and forth on her knees as much as she could whilst her mouth stayed on his Slaves dripping cunt. He began to bring the flog down in waves, two quick blows leaving fresh bloody marks each time. They began to criss cross over themselves, she could feel herself so close, he pulled out of her pussy and she cried out….his Slave remembered her commands, she poured the wax that had built up in a wave over the girls back and the hot wax scorched into her skin like molten lava, a level of pain she had never know and somehow it simply fed her inside. He rammed himself into her ass and plunged in as far as he could go, hard, fast, deep as the wax ran down her back and she felt him release inside her and she was lost……the world ceased to exist…..she felt her orgasm ripple through her body in a wave that she drowned in, she knew the Slave had cum on her face at the same moment but she was lost and floating as she passed into unconsciousness in ecstasy.
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