"That's the last time you get until you put the collar on," he said, his eyes as hard as steel. "Then you can have as much as you want. How about it? Put it on!"
He nodded to the pillow and Mirabelle saw the collar lying there.
"No!" she whispered.
He went for the long-tailed whip.
Mirabelle shook all over.
"On your back on the bed." Mirabelle obeyed without thinking. She lay on her back and spread her thighs, lifting them when William ordered her to. She knew what it was doing to him as her long, stocking-clad legs spread and lifted, over her head, then stretched wide open on either side of her head until her toes touched the sheets. Her pussy was wide open, covered only by the transparent triangle of red gauzy material. The full expanse of her cunt and ass spread before him. The red lacy garter straps stretched over her thighs to her stocking tops.
He stood over her and coiled the whip in his hand.
Mirabelle could already see his cock sticking out of his robe, and her mouth watered. She knew what he was going to do to her and she also knew she was going to break. He slid his cock over her lips.
She moaned, sucking the massive cockhead and taking hold of the rod, playing with it as his cock throbbed in her mouth.
"Keep your legs open!" he ordered, easing his cockhead deeper, right to the entrance of her throat.
"Yes, yes, I will!" Mirabelle moaned. She couldn't stop sucking the thick shaft. It filled her mouth, and she wanted it to shoot over her lips, fill her with cum.
The whip curled in the air and lashed down right between her stretched thighs, catching her ass, pussy and clit.
She screamed, spasmed, her legs trembling and jerking as she pushed them back down to the bed. She sucked at the cock, pulling on the hard meat, trying to fill her mouth with it.
The whip lashed down again.
She knew she was lost. Instead of trying to escape the agony, her thighs spread wider, taking it as hard as she could into her cunt and ass. Degrading, total lust burst out of the agony.
William coiled the whip and waited, his cock sliding between her lips.
Mirabelle screamed, pushing up helplessly, her cunt aching, the triangle of red material becoming wet, showing her degraded lust to him.
"Put the collar on."
"Aaagghh!" Mirabelle wailed, sucking at his cock, her thighs spread wide, thrusting, aching desperately for more pain.
She felt his cock throbbing, knew he was close to coming. But she also knew that he wouldn't come until she broke. Only then would she get all that wonderful cum in her mouth. She sobbed, sucking at his cockhead, desperate for the coiled whip in his hand.
He waited, grinning, as she sucked his cock and whimpered, getting more and more desperate, her lust fading, her legs jerking and twitching.
"Put the collar on."
"No, please, don't make me!" Mirabelle wailed.
He lashed her ass and cunt.
Mirabelle's spasmed, her ass thrusting desperately for the whip. Her fingers clutched at his cock and balls, but still the massive thick fuck-rod just played in her mouth and held all its wonderful load of cum back.
"Put the collar on," he said, his cockhead swelling in her mouth.
Mirabelle shivered. The orgasm that had almost surged out of the whip-stroke receded. She knew she couldn't hold out any longer. She sobbed and sucked, somehow unable to confess her most depraved desires.
"Put the collar on." He uncoiled the whip and dropped the long tail into the crack of Mirabelle's ass. "Put the collar on!"
Very slowly, he began to pull the whip tail back, dragging the plaited leather over Mirabelle's open, wet, spasming cunt. The uneven edges in the leather dragged over her pussy.
Mirabelle's throat tightened. She choked and a terrible, drawn-out scream of desperate lust burst out of her mouth. She jerked on the bed, her thighs twitching. Each pull of the plaited leather set off tremors of depraved desire in her pussy. Her cunt jerked up to try and get as much of the leather as she could. Then her mind cleared wonderfully. She knew what she had to do. If she took enough pain, it would be the proper punishment for her depravity. Only real pain could make everything all right for her.
"Ashh! Oohh, God! Please, let me put the collar on!" she screamed.
He gasped, dragging the whip against her thighs.
Mirabelle rolled, clutching her cunt, rubbing it in desperation as she crawled toward the collar. Her trembling fingers picked it up, caressed the shiny leather.
She turned to William and got off the bed, standing on shaky legs. She moved close to him and slid the collar around her neck. She tightened it. Finally it was on. She waited.
"Now, my little slave, what do you want?" he whispered, running a finger over the black collar.
Mirabelle went to the bed, crawling onto it, turning until she could rest on her elbows and take his cock in her hands.
He stood over her as she arched her back hard, spreading her knees on the bed. Her mouth sank down over his cock and she filled her throat with his massive fuck-meat. She eased back, licking and sucking at his cock.
"Please, William, please! Whip me like Manfred did yesterday," she begged, "Please, really hard, hurt me, make me scream? Please, I want it so bad, I want it so bad! Please!"
She sank her mouth back over his cock and reached back, frantically pulling the hem of the slip up over her ass, exposing her ass-flesh to the whip.
"Okay, slave!"
He lashed between her thighs. The whip tail landed on her ass and into her pussy.
Mirabelle's screw bubbled out as she sank William's cock into her throat, spasming with release as she came.
William didn't tease her any more. He lashed her ass and pussy, finally giving her the absolute release she wanted.
She pumped her head on William's cock, feeling it spasm as the cum erupted from his balls.
Cum gushed into her mouth. The whip lashed her pussy. Spunk oozed from her lips.
Gurgling and sobbing with release, she worked her mouth back up William's cock, taking the shooting cum over her lips, shamelessly licking at the precious fluid as it shot out.
"Ouuhh! William, William! Whip me, yes! I'll do anything you want! Whip me, hurt me – really hurt me!" Her teased-out blonde hair flowed over William's cock as she sucked his prick, her lips taking the thick gobs bursting out of his piss-slit.
"Don't worry, whore!" he gasped, the whip curling in the air, heading back down for her ass-crack. "You're gonna get everything you can take!"
"Aagghh! Yes, yes!" Mirabelle screamed, sinking his cock back into her mouth, filling it with his glorious spunk.