Vic gave her a brief history of the implement, telling her
that he’d received specialized training in its use. “Very impressive. You’re very impressive. Dark and
gorgeous, well-built, and that package you’re packing around down there, well,
that’s really impressive!” she said,
looking at the front of his leathers.
“It’s like every other gift you’ve ever gotten. The wrapping
is pretty, but the gift inside is much better. Plus this one will make you
scream,” Vic boasted. He liked to wait for an uncollared submissive to ask, but
something about this woman made him want
to try her on for size. Unlike the other women who came into the club, there
was a forcefulness about her that was tantalizing in an almost irresistible way.
She shocked him when she said, “Nope. Not tonight. This
isn’t about sex for me. If it were, you’d already be buried inside me by now. But
thanks for the offer.” Vic was stunned; she hadn’t even seen the monster and
she’d turned it down cold, and she was confident to boot. “Now, when shall we
start?”
Vic moved in toward her as close as he could without
touching her, then wrapped his hand around the back of her neck. [She] watched
his whole demeanor change. “Right now, this very minute. You will remove your
boots and pants and take your place on the whipping bench.”
[She] took off her boots; she unbuttoned and unzipped her
skinny black pants, then shimmied out of them and dropped them on the floor. “Panties
as well.” She dropped them on top of the pants. “Hmmmm,” he murmured. It would
be easier for her to reach the point of intolerance if she was also
uncomfortable with her state of undress. “I think I would like for you to
remove everything.” Without hesitation, she pulled her top over her head, then
undid her bra and threw both onto the pile.
Vic was a little surprised. He’d gotten used to seeing younger,
buxom women coming in and out of the club. [She] was neither of those. He guessed
her to be about fifty, and she was far from perfect. Her breasts weren’t
especially large, and she had a little sag about her whole torso.
But there was something about her that made Vic feel warm
all over. She stood before him, not at all like the other women in the usual
crowd there, but it didn’t appear to bother her that she looked far from
twenty. There was a glow about her, and Vic’s heart was sucked into the vision
before him. For all its faults, her body had a well-loved look about it, sensuous
and soft, very thin and very fit without being hard or angular. By all
appearances, she was a woman who was used to having a man tell her how precious
she was. And he couldn’t get over the look in her eyes – total trust.
For a second he was so overwhelmed that he couldn’t speak or
breathe, and then he whispered, “Oh my god, you’re unbelievably beautiful.” As
soon as the words were out, she turned shy eyes down to the floor. Just like Nikki. Sweet lord, this is why
Tony fell in love with her, his mind screamed. Almost in the same instant,
his mind went to Laura and her scars, and his head cleared.
“To the bench and mount it.” Within seconds she climbed onto
it, her upper torso resting on the declining slant. The cuffs were already
attached, and he fastened them around her wrists and ankles. Her ass was small
and soft, and she was wearing some kind of lotion or cream on her skin that
made it shimmer like a pearl.
But something else almost made him gasp out loud: Scars. Every fraction
of an inch of her backside was completely covered in them, all kinds of lash
marks. Some appeared to be from caning, others from – what was it? –
rope, or chain, or something else with a bite. Vic had to fight to keep his
concentration.
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