Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 22

Sarah felt herself sink. She thought she had done so well. And the thought of drinking cum out of a condom seemed insane. Disgusting. Clearly, she still had a lot to learn. "Yessir."

The scene jumped to where she masturbated in the shower. He rewound and watched it a second time. Finally, he stopped the video and turned to her. "Yes, I'll have to punish you for failing your instructions. But overall, you did a pretty good job. You got that boy off twice and you did a good job on the blowjob. Your skills are clearly improving. Masturbating in the shower added a nice touch. So the punishment won't be too severe."

She felt shocked relief. Mostly at hearing that the punishment wouldn't be too severe, but also because for the first time, he seemed somewhat happy with her and for some reason, that made her happy.

"But more on that later. Follow me upstairs," he commanded, and she dropped into step behind him.

Once they got upstairs to the bedroom, he turned and stood next to the bed, waiting expectantly. She hesitated not knowing what to do. She waited for him to say something, but he just continued to stare at her. Then all at once it struck her what he wanted.

She jumped and moved over to him and started taking off his clothes. She unbuttoned his shirt and folded it neatly on the chair. She continued until he stood completely naked in front of her with his clothes and shoes placed very neatly. "Now you," he commanded.

She ripped her clothes off as quickly as she could, not worrying about neatly folding anything. She dumped her clothes by the chair in a pile and started to return to him, but stopped when he held up his hand.

"On your hands and knees. Crawl over here, kiss my foot and apologize for failing to follow your instructions. She paused while she took this in. Not wanting to disobey, she dropped to her hands and knees and crawled over to him. Once in front of him, she reached down and kissed his foot. It felt so odd to be doing it. Humiliating on a level she had never experienced. She couldn't believe she had crawled on the floor completely naked. She felt a little ashamed of herself.

"I'm so sorry sir for falling you. I was a bad slave and didn't follow your instructions. I deserve to be punished." She kissed his foot again and hugged his leg. She kept her face down and waited for his reaction. She hoped by playing it up he would go easy on her.

Mr. Michaels didn't respond for what felt like a long time. Eventually, he said approvingly "Good girl. That is the type of contrition I like to see. Now come up here and let me kiss you."

The weight on her chest she had been carrying since she realized that she had fucked up lightened. She felt so relieved. She jumped to her feet and met his kiss as he bent down. It turned into a very passionate and slow kiss and he held her head in both hands. She couldn't remember a more satisfying feeling. She put everything into that kiss.

When they finally broke contact, he still held her head in his hands and looked directly into her eyes. "I'll still have to punish you, but it won't be that bad. You might even like it. But more on that later. For now, jump up on the bed."

She still wondered what he had in store for her, but she put it aside for the time being. She moved quickly to get on the bed. Mr. Michaels went to the bedside table and opened the drawer. He pulled out the nylon cuffs and came back to the bed.

"Give me your hand," he instructed. She obeyed and he wrapped the cuff around her wrist and secured the Velcro to make it tight. He did the other hand and both ankles. He went back to the drawer and pulled out several coils of rope. Sarah knew that she would be finding out tonight what being tied up felt like.

"Lay down across the bed with your hands over your head," he commanded. Sarah did as instructed feeling her heart start to race. He strung the rope through the D-rings of each wrist and then pulled the rope to tie if off on the side board of the bed frame. He moved to the other side and tied one leg to the footboard and one to the headboard pulling her legs wide apart. She pulled against the restraints and couldn't move an inch. He had her totally helpless with her pussy spread wide open. Next, he set up the tripod and camera focused right on her pussy.

He crawled up beside her and started running his hand over her body. From her neck, over her tits, her stomach, down her thighs and finally back up to her pussy, he lightly rubbed, pinched, and squeezed her body. He didn't hurry. He didn't need to. He could do anything he wanted, and she couldn't stop him. Next, he went to his bag on the other side of the bed and retrieved a riding crop. She had seen one before but had never used one and certainly had never been hit with one.

He started rubbing it over her body, following the same route as his hand earlier. Then without warning, he pulled the crop up and brought it down on her stomach with a sharp crack. She heard the loud snap noise first before a sharp pain radiated from where it struck her. The crop drug against her skin to another location and pulled back and whacked her again. This time she reacted and started to breath quickly in shallow breaths. "Relax. Feel the pain but try not to react. It won't be as bad that way. Let the pain wash through you." As soon as he finished, the crop came down just under her breast.

Sarah forced herself to relax. And to breath normally. Two more whacks, first on a thigh and then on top of her right breast. Controlling her fear helped. It hurt, but by staying relaxed and breathing, it became tolerable. The next one hit on the top of her pubic bone, just above her clit. The strike hit stronger than the others and stung. Next hit right onto her left nipple. She yelped and tensed for a second before getting under control. She struggled to keep her breathing level through a sharper intense pain that lasted longer. She wanted to rub her nipple and curl up into a ball. But she couldn't move.

Another blow to her other nipple and then right on top of her clit. Excruciating pain coursed through her! Fire erupted in her most sensitive private parts. She started to struggle and pull against the restraints. She flopped from side to side while clamping her eyes shut. The crop traveled over her skin again. As she continued to struggle, the crop came down again and again.

She had no idea where they were going to hit, but strikes hit all over. Her thigh, then her stomach, then her shoulder, her tit, her pussy again, but the labia instead of the clit, then the side of her tit, her stomach... It kept going for several minutes. She stopped struggling but tears rolled down cheeks. When she stopped struggling, the crop slowed, and he rubbed her skin more than he slapped her. She forced herself to accept the hits without reacted. Her skin tingled all over.

"Good Sarah. That's right. Don't fight it."

With that, the crop left her skin, and he grabbed her right tit in his hand squeezing it while he suckled on her nipple. His tongue pressing on the abused protrusion made the pain intensify for a few seconds and she groaned. At the same time his left hand stroked her pussy from the bottom to the top and lightly circling her sore clit. All of a sudden, the pain melted away and a wave of pleasure rolled through her. A long shuddering moan escaped her lips. What the fuck had happened? She tried to open her legs even further, but they were held tight. She couldn't move and she just

had to accept whatever he wanted to do to her.

Just when it starting to feel really good and she started grinding her pussy up to meet his hand, his hands and mouth disappeared, and the crop returned harder and faster than before. So hard that she wanted to scream at the pain. She fought every instinct to struggle and thrash but couldn't stop from flinching at the hard strikes. Her attempt to breath deep and normal ended up in hitched gasps, but she did her best.

She opened her mouth to beg him to stop when he did it on his own. She heard a buzzing sound tum on and popped her eyes open to try to see what new implernent of torture he had pulled out. Before she could tell what he had in his hand between her legs, a strong vibration hit her pussy. She flinched in a full body crunch at the surprising new sensation, instinctively fearing pain. Something soft and round spread her pussy lips and vibrated her whole pussy and clit. Her quickly inhaled breath that she had been holding tensely, slowly released in a long drawn-out pleasure-filled groan.

He started running it up and down the slit of her pussy and rolled over her clit. It felt amazing! She had never used a vibrator before, but obviously knew about them and had always wanted to try one. She just never had the nerve to go buy one or borrow one. She knew a lot of other girls in her class had them and talked about them as being incredible.

The vibrator moved up and circled around the outside of her clit hood. She moaned and knew that she could cum in seconds with that directly on her clit, "Oh my GOD," she said breathlessly. He rolled it back down and then used his other hand to spread her pussy lips wider. When the vibrator moved up, it landed directly on her completely exposed nub. It proved too much.

He held it right on her clit and she came with a huge orgasm. She screamed, "I'mmmm cummminggggg.," and her pussy vibrated and spasmed. A deeper wave followed the first without stopping and her orgasm trailed on for an eternity. The whole lower part of her body started twitching uncontrollably. She kept moaning as the orgasm continued to roll. It would peak and then start to ebb and then peak again, but never really stopped. She lost track of time, but it felt like minutes passed while the orgasm never let her rest.

Her oversensitive clitoris started to hurt, and the twitching tumed into a thrash to get away from the beast between her legs. Her pelvis rolled from side to side trying to seek refuge, but he continued to hold it to her. Her body convulsed and she begged for him to stop. She realized her eyes and face had been squeezed

tight and popped them open and lifted her head to plead to his face for relief.

She saw a sadistic look of joy on his face while he continued to torture his victim. "His slave", she reminded herself.