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[Imagine if you will a quiet secluded villa; imagine too a man and three girls; imagine a few days quiet private holiday]
He’d chosen Kristina and he’d said 6:00pm; it was 5:50pm and, whilst they’d chatted animatedly earlier on, the girls were quieter now, each moving into her own mindset.
As always Sara took charge. Perhaps because she seemed older, the other two were happy to let her call the shots, perfectly content to follow her lead. And now she pulled them together.
“Time to get ready Kris” she said, standing up. She watched quietly while Kristina stood too and began undressing. Ana, already wearing her soft slave-skirt and top, sat watching quietly, content in her own thoughts as Kristina finally slipped off her flipflops and stood naked and ready. Sara too had quickly swapped jeans and a blouse for the skimpy little skirt and top and now they were ready and in good time.
“Take her wrist Ana” said Sara, gently holding Kristina’s left wrist herself. A glance at the clock and then “Come on”.
Sara led the way, leading Kristina behind her, and the three girls walked quietly along the hall to his room. Sara knocked and without waiting opened the door. Once inside Sara moved to her left, Ana to her right so that they stood holding Kristina’s wrists, her arms pulled to each side, all three of them with heads lowered, eyes to the floor.
Alex
He looked at the girls and, as if seeing them for the first time, breathed deeply with pleasure; momentarily a thought flashed through his mind, half conscious half unnoticed, of how lucky he was, of how beautiful they were. “Bring her forward” he said quietly.
Kristina
Her breathing quickened and, at this delicious initial stage, she felt her excitement growing. Since he’d chosen her earlier that day she knew she’d been excited, not consciously, not dwelling on what might happen, not imagining different scenarios, but simply aware of her role and continually on the edge of anticipation. From the moment Sara had said it was time, however, subconscious had turned conscious and her pulse had quickened. Even while she’d undressed in their room she’d felt that familiar strange softening tension in her pussy and the change in her thoughts. Still with them, still one of the girls, and yet apart, inward-looking, enjoying the excitement in her mind.
And now she felt her emotions build – as Sara and Ana pulled her forward she let the submission flow through her, moving forward yet letting them pull her, her mind flying off into the role of submissive victim, her body somehow changing in anticipation of imminent erotic sensations.
Sara
As she pulled the willing yet reluctant girl forward, Sara found herself excited. To be dominating another girl, even in this simple way, gave her a complex feeling of power which blended entirely smoothly with her sense of submission as one of the trio of slaves. She looked at Kristina and breathed deeply in through her nostrils – the girl was hot, utterly beautiful, her long blonde hair falling down around her lowered face, the smooth curves of her shoulders and arm leading to her slim wrist which Sara held firmly and controllingly; the golden skin of her back looked simply perfect and the rounded half moon of her pert little bum leading down to her athletic legs made Sara shiver slightly.
“We’ve hardly started” she thought “and already this is hot”.
Would she prefer to be in Kristina’s place? Probably; she’d been the sufferer last night and she still felt the beautiful bruising on her own taut bum. And yet this was undeniably hot – to be his slave, wantonly dressed in clothing which had been specifically made to emphasise her exposure, to indulge in delicious submission and yet at the same time to be controlling – dominating – her beautiful friend, that was exciting.
With a slight jerk, just to show her control, Sara stopped in the centre of the room, her eyes turned towards Kristina, enjoying the moment.
Alex
The three girls stopped in front of him and he savoured the sight of them. Cute little Kristina had her head bowed, her face framed in golden hair with eyes lowered to the floor, her arms pulled out to her side with the two other delightfully sexy girls holding her by her wrists. For a fleeting moment the thought of a camera flashed briefly, to be ignored before it had formed. Quietly he looked at them, soaking in the thrill of the power.
As always he’d planned nothing, content to let the session flow as it would. And now he wanted more than anything to see this vulnerable beautiful innocent girl beaten. As the thought was shaped so he felt the first stirrings of sexual excitement as his penis began slightly to firm.
“Put her on her knees”.
Kristina
She heard the words and immediately her body reacted. Not an order for her to kneel, but an order for her to be made to kneel. As her mind moved into that wonderful place of giving herself she was at some level aware of the nature of kneeling, so profoundly evocative of submission, so deliciously what she enjoyed. This was what she lived for, this beautiful feeling of surrender.
She let herself be pulled down onto her knees, her head still bowed, her eyes on the floor in front of her, her body bent forward, relishing the feeling through her stretched arms of being controlled. She was aware that the two girls had knelt too, some little way away from her so they could more firmly pull her arms aside.
With quiet anticipation she sensed him get up and move towards her.
Alex
The little tableau in front of him was perfect – a naked girl pulled to her knees, waiting to be beaten; two half-naked girls kneeling either side, their hands clasped around the poor victim’s wrists; a dominant male moving forward carrying a whip. The purely visual aspect was a delight, but that was just eye-candy. What made the situation almost electric with excitement was that all four of them, in their similar but different ways, found this situation deeply erotic, charged with emotion. It was that knowledge that these girls were all as excited, as willing, as he was which made the feelings of the moment so powerful.
As he walked slowly forwards he felt a slight twinge of regret. What would have been fun would have been a fourth girl – one who could administer the beating. Perfection of position relied on Kristina’s arms being held out at each side by Sara and Ana; of course he would enjoy whipping the helpless girl but – just for a moment – he thought how pleasing it would have been simply to sit and watch her being beaten at his orders.
No matter; one can’t have everything. He almost smiled as he thought that, mind you, what he’d actually got was not exactly a disappointment!
He stopped and considered – stand in front and whip her back from there, or stand behind her? He decided it’d be better from behind, easier to control the fall. He knew he was needlessly thoughtful about these things but he simply couldn’t change. The “technical” aspects of a beating were as important to him as the erotic concept of punishment; he’d rage when he watched idiots whipping a girl, tips of the thongs curling round her sides or falling on her neck, or a flogger thudding into her kidneys instead of across her shoulders. Irritatingly he was aware that this rarely actually mattered – a girl wanted to suffer and pain was pain. Yet he saw pain in two forms – pleasant and unpleasant; one was – to him – as pleasing physically as it was emotionally; the other was simply carelessness or ignorance. He could imagine the pain he was inflicting as he inflicted it and perhaps he was a masochist or a switch at heart – certainly a perfectionist and achieving perfection can often impede the key aim.
This flow of self-awareness flashed through his mind in milliseconds and had no effect at all on his moving into position behind Kristina, his hand resting for a moment on Ana’s shoulder as he passed her.
Ana
Out of the corner of her eye she watched him move and desperately hoped he’d look at her. Last night it had been Sara who had been beaten and she’d so hoped he’d choose her this evening. Helping him with Sara’s ordeal had been undeniably fun – she grinned mentally; when at last she’d come, she’d come in buckets! And afterwards, while Kristina had slept with him, she knew she’d rarely been so happy as when she’d snuggled up with Sara, consoling her, sharing with her the wonderful aftermath of her punishment and humiliation (part of which she’d administered) and then falling quietly asleep together in each other’s arms.
But though she loved the girls she loved him more. Unlike Kristina - who revelled in the sensations, the context, of punishment and humiliation and who, as much as she lost herself in the joy of suffering directly for him, also enjoyed her abuse whoever delivered it to her - unlike Kris, Ana wanted his attention, to suffer his pain, to know she was submitting to him. She knew now it would be her turn tomorrow night (he always spread his attention evenly and showed no favourites) but she wanted to feel him now..
Disappointingly he moved past her and then – she trembled for a moment – his hand rested briefly on her shoulder. It was enough. She felt included, somehow more than included, and her thoughts shifted to the physical sensation of her hands holding Kristina’s wrists. Inside at least she smiled.
“Pull her forwards”.
Kristina
The voice came from behind her and at once she felt the girls pulling her arms forward and down, her head nearing the floor.
She knew what was to come and – almost in offering – she raised her behind slightly to give him her back in a convenient posture. She began to breathe more quickly; she knew he loved the whip, she loved the whip too and she knew that he knew she loved the whip! For her no gentle stroking of her back with soft thongs, no smooth caress building to moderate strokes before a slow build-up; that was for the other two. Of course he wouldn’t hit her savagely at once, he valued her and understood her and she knew how he would play her and her tension was paradoxically relaxed tension and confident; but the beating would be firm from the start, enough to make her body jerk from the sudden pain. She loved it and the warmth in her pussy was a familiar exciting warmth. And for an instant she was pleasingly aware that it wasn’t just warmth, it was wetness too.
She felt Sara tighten her grip and pull her arm more firmly and, as she swayed slightly to one side, she felt a balancing firmness from Ana’s hands centering her again. She braced herself.
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