underground (unfinished)

the insides of your thighs tingle and you feel your breasts swell as you enter the darkened club.  the bass of the hardcore music adjusts your body's rhythm. 

you make your way through the halls guided by intermittent strobe flashes that illuminate doorways, naked sin, flashes of metal and reflections from shiny black vinyl.

you peer into the open doors to find a good landing spot... in a room on your left, a tangle of bodies writhes and moans atop a plush king bed... next on the right, a naked hooded man is berated by a tall, fully clothed black woman and her redhaired, partially bound accomplice...  another door reveals a woman with a strap-on pounding a petite blonde from behind as the blonde's face is buried in the clean-shaved p***y of a slightly older brunette... and then you find your destination...

you take the 'maledom' sign off the doorknob and step into the dimly lit room.

the room appears to be unusually clean.  pipes and crossbeams are exposed on the walls and ceilings.  it's difficult to determine the origin of the light, but even so, everything is either dark wood or painted black.

you wait. 

first excited, then eager. 

time passes. 

you begin to doubt that this was a good idea.  what the f*** were you thinking?  is this really worth it?  i'll wait one more minute, and that's it. one...

the door clicks closed and before you can turn around to see your host, the lights extinguish. 

you hear your own breathing quicken. 

his breathing is slow and even.  the sounds of his shoes on the hard floor become closer and your body warms from the anxiety.

'remove your clothes' he whispers calmly.

you begin to crack a smile as you unbutton your blouse.  'this is good.  i like this,' you think.

a sharp sound breaks through the air and CRACK you wince as something leather stings a swath across the back of your thighs.

'you are not seducing me.  now, remove your clothes' his voice is still calm, if not slightly firmer

you understand the game a little better.  you pull out the bottom of your blouse, quickly rip open the bottom buttons and pull it off over your head. 

you start to reach behind you to unhook your bra, and *CRACK* the whip lashes your lower back.

'remove... your clothes... now.' he insists

you race to pull your bra straps off your shoulders then in one motion you push your bra, skirt and panties down and off your legs as you step out of your shoes and kick the clothes across the floor.

'better.  now don't move'

his strong hands clip metal braces on your wrists and a metal chain is pulled to fasten them together.  your arms are lifted by the braces up and the chain hung on a hook above your head.  the swift motion throws you off balance for a moment and as your foot lands an inch back, righting you,

*CRACK*

a stiff braided leather crop slaps your waistline.

'i don't like to repeat myself.  don't... move.'  his voice is strong and quiet.

you being to vocalize a protest, but as the first sound emits from your throat, his hand clutches the syllable in your neck and he speaks inches from your ear  'you will speak only when questioned.  do not make that mistake again.'

silence

he removes his hand from your throat.  cuffs click around your ankles and your legs are chained to the ground slightly parted.  your hair is swept up and fastened, exposing your ears and the back of your neck.

'you will not submit to pleasure without my permission.  do you understand?'

'yes'

'if you attempt to release yourself to pleasure without my permission, you will regret it.  is that clear.'

'yes'

'good.  let's begin.'

a brush of leather straps flogs your naked skin as he circles you in the darkness.   left breast.  upper back.  right side.  stomach.  left thigh.  lower back.  pussy.  left side.  right ass cheek.  and then

*SMACK*

the straps rain hard between your breasts. 

his circle tightens and you can feel the warmth of his body heat as he continues the path.  breast.  back.  thigh.  side. 

*SLAP*

into the soft flesh of your neck.

'are you enjoying this' he whispers

'yes' you coo to him

*CRACK*

a long whip stings your back

*CRACK* 'i did not ' *CRACK* 'permit' *CRACK* 'your' *CRACK* 'enjoyment!' *CRACK* you feel the skin blistering from the whip and bite your lower lip to keep from vocalizing

the voice sounds almost... familiar?

the flogging continues. a series of soft blows, and then his hand traces around your skin.  his finger slides over your stomach around to your back, over your side and then plunges into your pussy. 

you bite harder into your lip to stifle the whimper, but it escapes. 

*WHACK*

goes the leather, cutting into your side, and the fingers never leave your soft, wet core.  his fingers slide gently in and out, two fingers, then three.  your nipples harden and it takes all your strength not to move with them. 

they slide out of your tight hole and wetly drag up and over your stomach, between your tits, up your neck and force their way into your mouth.  you taste your own juices, smelling the aroma as your exhale through your nose.  it is foreign, and delightful.

'how does it taste?' he inquires.

'dirty' you respond

'you are a filthy whore... and an excellent student'

'this is not going to be easy for you.  but don't you DARE cum.'

you hear his footsteps walk away and smell sweet cigarette smoke fill the air.

your leg irons are pulled so your legs are spread apart and the chain above your head clicks as you are lowered toward the ground.  as you descend you feel a leather saddle between your knees. 

softer, smaller hands grip your waist, guiding you straight down. 

then a firm, fleshy dildo pushes its way into your pussy, deeper and deeper as you sit down on the saddle.  as you slide down onto the cock object, you feel the man's hand guiding it into you, then pulling back to let you close the rest of the gap.

silence

*CRACK*

the whip lashes across your back.  your skin breaks and burns where the earlier welts rose.

and then the saddle between your legs hums to life.  the dildo pushes your inner walls in each direction.  a hard lump to the front of the dildo buzzes your clit.  your nipples harden and you close your eyes and extend your neck, sucking your breath in quietly to maintain control. 

the vibrations gradually increase and phase in and out.  you move your hips slightly to grind against the leather machine. 

*CRACK*

the whip lands another blow across your tits, but you hardly notice it much as the nerve endings of you pussy and clit are exploding.

his hands rest on your shoulders and pull you forward, allowing you to grind your clit hard on the buzzing saddlehorn.  his hands move to your cheeks, he pries your mouth open with his thumbs and his rock hard cock pushes across your teeth, over your tongue and into the cavern of your throat.

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