Chatroulette Men - They do it all over her.

She's been in front of the mirror a couple of times and asked them to pose for her picture but they wouldn't budge, she couldn't be bothered to ask them to do it, they'd already have her cuddled up to them all evening. She'd asked them to show her their 'virginity', the kind that a whip could give, and this is what they'd gotten back from her. No hard feelings, they'd assured her that they wouldn't be mean. She'd thought that maybe they were just using her, that she was an easy mark. Maybe all they'd thought about was using her for something, she hadn't thought that this was going to be any different. The friends had explained to her that they were setting this up as a part of a BDSM play. That they were making use of her body in a way that was beyond words. That by keeping her fully in their control she was offering herself to them for their use. They'd told her that they expected her to get involved in some of the deeper BDSM rituals, that they intended to give her a genuine Erotic experience. She'd laughed out loud at one of them, falling forward on to her back and crying out for more of the same. But now she couldn't get any laughs, her mind was everywhere, she was calm, she was enjoying being humiliated. The next thing she felt was his hand on her now throbbing, wet cunt. He'd been gentle as far as she could imagine, he'd started gently massaging the now quite swollen, aching bud as she screamed out. Then she felt a sharp, stinging, slap on the other cheek, her blood-red, punctuated by a loud moan. That was it, the warm haze of pain, the sweet submissive suffering for the pleasures of those without, the pleasure for the control of those who knew. It began.

She was upside down. She was facing the whip. Right before her nose hit the soft, velvet canopy she heard the best friend tell her to keep quiet or she'd get the whip. She heard him climb the stairs, that familiar but frightful feeling, that vital organ in her body, welling up again under the weight of her own head. She knew there was more to come, she just knew she had to wait. Her breathing was ragged. Her senses were sharpened. Her knees began to weakly fight against the paralysis of her body. Her previous humiliation had reappeared as the now blindfolded woman lay there. She shivered with what she had just felt. A stream of little drops, little licks, crept down her cheek. Her whole head was reeling. How long she'd had to wait? It had been so long. She felt a gently moving force on her right cheek. She turned her head to the side to see what the source was. The man slowly caressed her cheek, then moved downwards.

She felt him come down across her jaw, then the force of his blow dented the cheek of her long hair. She raised her head to look questioningly. He returned with a gentle smile, then slowly moved away. She could see her covering. The cloth was wiped away quickly. He entered the room again, leading her to the edge of the tub, where a wide cloth was stretched out and on either side of her head. He reached out to her but she only raised an inquiring "Why?" He smiled again, reaching into the water. He slowly, destructively parted the water running down to her head, caressing her body. She was shocked. Now she was literally floating, her entire body was deflating as her fresh sweat trickled down her flushed skin. There was something soft about that. It was a strange contrast to the pain she had read in books. Or maybe even worse, the stimulation she had experienced. She could feel his fingers tracing the curve of her neck, turning to the left and then pulling her fully back until her ass was just above the water line. She realized as she felt the sting of the crop that the same force was at work here. She squirmed..