Elizabeth's Education (Forbidden Lust) (27 page)

He walked around her, placing it on her right buttock, then repeated the action, applying the same amount of force, and she fought the rapid evacuation of her lungs again.

‘What do you think of my reliable friend, my dear?’ he asked, almost congenially.

‘He is very effective, sir,’ she muttered, gasping against the sharp sting.

‘Yes, he can be. Now face me, position one.’

Bottom smarting, Elizabeth knelt up, the rope rubbing between her buttocks and thighs, the dildo wedging tighter inside her, and faced him, hands behind her back.

Bending a little and cupping one of her breasts, he lifted its firmness slightly. ‘They really are a perfect pair of titties, Elizabeth,’ he said admiringly. ‘And you enjoyed touching Nancy’s titties the other evening, didn’t you?’ Her coy blush only served to confirm what he already knew about the girl. He straightened and continued, reiterating, ‘Remember, Elizabeth, when I give you an instruction I do not expect to see any hesitation whatsoever. I expect you to obey my orders instantly and without question.’ There was a warning timbre to his voice and she nodded immediately, the rope around her waist and between her legs a constant distraction. Every movement caused it to stimulate her clitoris and gently manipulate the dildo in her tight rear passage, stoking her traitorous excitement inexorably.

He toyed with the strap as he gazed at her naked charms, and Elizabeth eyed it with angst, her sparkling eyes following its movements in his grip.

‘Lift your chin a little, my dear,’ he instructed, ‘and present your breasts for me with pride.’

Filled with trepidation she did so, knowing she had no other choice but to obey, pulling her shoulders back and thrusting her breasts forward to the mercy of whatever he desired.

The leather strap lifted and then swept down with vicious accuracy, catching her directly across both her poor nipples, causing her to shriek with the pain and rock back on her heels.

‘Hmmm…’ he said pensively, watching the ruddy blotchiness tint her fleshy globes. ‘That looks delightful, my dear. Very pleasing indeed.’ And then the strap lifted a second time and struck her with a
splat!
that resounded around the room, the sound of leather on flesh and her squeal of dismay, and the sight of her quivering breasts and anguished expression, satisfying him immensely.

‘Excellent,’ he mused, and then the strap struck again, and a fourth, fifth and sixth time. Elizabeth was in a state of emotional and physical torment, but he was delighted to see her hands remained clutched behind her back, not moving an inch to defend herself from the onslaught. Her demeanour was utterly obedient and submissive, and even her gasping protests fell silent.

Lord Michael stopped the beating, laid the strap on the nearby chest-of-drawers, then rubbed both Elizabeth’s breasts with his cupped hands, a dreamy sigh escaping her lips.

‘That is very good,’ he murmured.

‘Thank you, sir,’ she whispered, her voice husky, and despite her self-consciousness she found herself engulfed by his attention.

‘And so, it’s time to move on,’ he told her. ‘You must now learn what pleasures your mouth and lips and tongue can afford me. But first I want you to assume position two.’

Dutifully, totally submissive in manner, she turned around and rested on all fours, then felt him undo the rope between her legs. At last it was coming off, but rather than remove it he simply loosened and pulled it to one side. Taking hold of the dildo he began to move it in and out, and she moaned, dropping her forehead to the carpet as the hedonistic practices continued.

‘Wriggle for me,’ he commanded, slapping her red rump, and she obeyed again, squirming salaciously and rolling her hips.

‘That’s better. I want to see you enjoy this.’ He reached down and teased her labia and she responded, thrusting against his hand, pushing back against the dildo.

‘Good…’ he crooned, ‘just a little more. Show me how you can fuck it, my dear little slut.’ She cringed at the humiliating order, but dipping her back she ground her bottom onto the artificial penis, inwardly begging for more.

‘Good… that’s very good,’ he complimented her. ‘Now remain absolutely still.’ Elizabeth moaned as he slowly withdrew it from her, and then caught her breath when he declared, ‘Time to move up another size, I believe.’

Elizabeth could not believe her ears! Surely he wasn’t about to penetrate her bottom again, with something even larger! She winced as she felt him apply some additional lubrication to ease the rude insertion, and a moment later he was pressing the stout artificial penis into her. She did her best to relax and accept it, but for a while her sphincter resisted, and then letting out a long deep breath, she felt it loosen a little and surrender. Slowly but surely he pushed, and soon her bottom was completely impaled again, stretched tightly around the inert trespasser.

‘Position one,’ he said, and she straightened up quickly, feeling the rope being pulled tightly between her smarting buttocks and knotted once again. The new dildo felt huge inside her.

‘That’s very good indeed,’ he said. ‘Now then, time to meet another of my good friends, and then we’ll proceed with the next of your lessons.’ He paused and scrutinised her pensively. ‘Assuming you wish to continue the initiation. You do wish to continue, don’t you, Elizabeth?’

‘Y-yes, sir,’ she muttered wearily. ‘V-very much, sir.’

‘Position three,’ he announced, and she lowered her forearms to the floor. ‘This is my flogger, or cat ‘o nine tails,’ he informed her, holding the whip for her to see, then draping the leather tongues across her pink, raised bottom. ‘It delivers a sharp burn, and is quite different to the results induced by the strap. Are you ready to receive it?’

‘Um, yes sir,’ she replied. ‘I think so, sir. If it pleases you.’

‘Good. It is anxious to make your acquaintance, too. Crawl up onto the bed and adopt position five, with a pillow under your tummy.’

‘There,’ he said with satisfaction as soon as she’d completed his instructions, gazing down at the delicious image before him, her bottom perfectly positioned and an exquisite target to enjoy, ‘that’s perfect… just perfect.’ The whip moved back, the handle in one hand, the gathered strands held together in the other. ‘Remember, my dear, this is neither punishment nor discipline – this is an introduction. If you want me as your master you must taste some of what you’ll be facing.’

‘Yes, sir,’ she answered timorously, not sure she was ready for what was coming.

‘Are you ready?’

‘Yes, sir, I think so,’ she said again, and then the leather strips snapped through the air and hit her raised bottom with a
thwacking
sound. She buried her face in the coverlet to stifle her cry, and then tried to absorb the deep, powerful burning.

‘Ready for number two?’ he asked.

‘Yes, sir,’ she mumbled sorrowfully, unaware she was swaying her hips in a futile attempt to assuage the scalding pain. Repeating the exact method he let the flogger loose, and she clenched her teeth as the scalding tongues bit deep again.

‘A sound flogging leaves a strong impression,’ he remarked as he moved back to his chair, picked up the strap, and returned it and the flogger to the dresser. ‘Wouldn’t you agree, my dear?’

‘Yes, sir,’ she replied, her voice quaking. ‘I have no doubt about that.’ Across her taut flesh she could feel the scorched imprints of the leather tongues, and she could hardly imagine what it would be like to receive numerous lashes, one after the other.

‘Now then, about your pretty mouth…’ He moved back to the bed and sat on the edge next to her, admiring her red rump and his handiwork that had achieved such a gratifying result. The flogger had left a delightful pattern, and he could not resist tracing his hand over it, smoothing the ridged flesh, enjoying her little gasp as he did so.

‘Lips…’ he reflected, ‘lips are such lovely sensuous things, my dear, and you must learn how to use yours in order to give me the utmost pleasure.’ He moved his hand, tracing the sensuous outline of her pouting mouth with his fingertips. ‘You will always remember what a privilege it is to suck me. Do you understand what I am saying to you?’ Her endearing expression told him she suspected, but wasn’t quite sure or able to accept it. ‘Suck my finger as you think I would like you to suck my penis,’ he told her, and eased his straightened forefinger between her lips, deep into her mouth, and she instinctively moved her head back and forth and sucked, her cheeks hollowing with a promise that made his cock flex in his trousers. Entwining the fingers of his free hand in her silky hair he guided her, faster or slower, as was his whim at any one moment. Satisfied she had a natural ability for the task, he withdrew his glistening finger.

‘Now then,’ he said, shifting his weight fractionally so he could open his trousers, lower them a little and move his shirttails aside, his sturdy erection bobbing up from the shadows of his groin before her spellbound face. ‘Is there something you wish to ask me, my dear?’ he coaxed, eager to feed his cock into her warm wet mouth.

Elizabeth stared at it, pulsing powerfully before her sparkling eyes, knowing exactly what was expected of her. ‘P-please, sir,’ she quietly ventured, ‘it would be an honour and a privilege to suck it for you. Please may I suck it?’

‘You may, my dear,’ he consented. ‘Indeed you may.’

Elizabeth shuffled a little closer and lowered her head. She tried to imagine it was his finger again, for her technique then seemed to please him. She gingerly took the bulbous head into her mouth, then formed a tight seal with her lips and sucked, her tongue fluttering nervously against his gnarled underside, her flushed face sinking lower towards his hairy groin. She could feel him swelling even further and feared he would be too big for her, that her jaw couldn’t take his girth, and then she tasted a little seepage of semen on her tongue.

‘You are doing well, my dear,’ he praised her, his voice strained. ‘But if I am to become your true master you will have to welcome my ejaculation into your mouth. Is that a problem for you, Elizabeth?’

With her lips stretched and her mouth full, all she could manage was a little hum and a faint shake of her head, which Lord Michael actually found a heady stimulus that had his fingers clutching her hair tightly as he fought against the threat of an early conclusion to his pleasure, and an untimely end to her initiation.

She managed another hum and a stilted nod.

‘Very good. But for now I must resist the delights of your mouth and save that particularly enjoyable practice for another time, hugely tempting though it is to continue and christen your throat.

‘Now, adopt position four, Elizabeth.’

She released the erection from her oral clutches and moved for him, and sighed with relief as he undid the knot and finally removed the chafing rope. She lowered her head, resting her cheek in the mattress, and placing her hands on her buttocks she spread them apart. Now, perhaps, she would at last be rid of the dildo.

Lord Michael moved behind her, kneeling between her parted thighs. Then taking the base of the rude shaft he began to slide it in and out, whilst teasing her clitoris with his other hand. She was so excited, so turned on by the events of the evening, she began grinding back against his artful fingers, aching for her orgasm, and the stout column was suddenly a part of her arousal rather than an uncomfortable intruder. She was nearly there when he slowed the pace, and then withdrew the dildo completely. Withdrawing his hand from between her legs he touched her puckered portal.

‘Hmm, nicely prepared,’ he adjudged.

If I am to become your master, Elizabeth, you must give yourself to me in every way.’ Elizabeth pondered the word ‘if’. Had she not proven time and again how much she longed for him? How much she wanted him to be her master? The greasy lubricant being applied to her anus for the third time that evening concentrated her mind. ‘You have done exceptionally well tonight, my dear girl,’ he said, but you have one last hurdle to surmount.’ She tensed, sensing something bigger than anything she’d encountered thus far. ‘I told you previously there was an ultimate surrender; something even more significant than the taking of your maidenhead. Do you remember me telling you that?’

‘Yes sir, I do,’ she replied, her voice soft, filled with uncertainty.

‘It will fill you with a sense of complete submission, and make you feel truly and totally owned by me. Do you know what I intend, Elizabeth?’

He touched her lubricated portal with his bulbous knob, and she gasped with mixed emotions.

Surely he didn’t mean…?

But she knew he did.

‘Yes sir,’ she whispered. ‘I do know what you intend.’