Princess Layla

 

Clara stared at her book.  What she was reading didn't matter because it was only a pastime activity.  The text seemed like only empty sentences because she was waiting for something.  In 20 minutes she would need to serve Layla, her princess.  Her one and only Princess. The Princess needs to go to bed early because she is still young and needs a lot of sleep.  Oh, how she admires Layla’s soft skin and her pretty sweet face.  There was no doubt that she'd die for her if necessary.

 

The door opened and Thomas came in.  She didn't even look at him.  Clara remembered how much she loved Thomas once.  But that was before she was summoned to be the Princess' guardian angel.  She was his once, but that has changed.  He can never understand just how important the Princess is and thus she can never trust him again like before, when she had nothing to lose and no one important to care about when all was fun and easy.  But the times, they are a-changin.

 

Thomas looked at her and knew what she was feeling and thinking.  He had been patient for a long time.  And he knew he needed to act before it was too late...

 

The times changed a bit more and Clara stood up to bath the princess and get her ready for bed.  Thomas watched her leave the room. She didn't even glimpse at him.  He knew that tonight would be important.  Tonight Clara would have to make a decision.  He knew how deep in love his wife was with the princess but that wouldn't matter anymore if his plans would be successful.

 

The minutes went by and finally Clara came back.  She had that satisfied look in her eyes and he knew that at that moment nothing else mattered for her.  She was peaceful and that was good for him.  Thomas reached for the top of the cupboard and took the ropes.  Clara knew that she had been into that these things once but that seemed to be aeons ago and she did not want to remember.  It couldn't matter because she had other things to care for now.  But since she was married with Thomas she thought it would be better to let him have his fun so that no conflicts would arise.  They have done it two times since she had her new fate of serving Princess Layla and she could take everything quite easily both times.  She could also understand that Thomas was a bit frustrated because she couldn't show enough interest anymore.  Thus she undressed and then lay down on the mattress.  She couldn't know that today would be different.  No, most probably she could have known but just didn't pay enough attention.

 

Thomas came over her, grabbed her left wrist and tied it to the iron bed post.  Clara felt that he was much ruder than the last times.  She tried to get her hand out of the ropes, but she quickly stopped because she knew it was absolutely impossible.  She tried to fight back with her right hand but that was just as pointless as trying to break the iron bed post.  Her right wrist was tied as hard as hard as her left one.  Fortunately, she knew that Thomas was an expert at this, so she knew he wouldn’t cut off her circulation.

 

His hands:  Over her breasts pinching her nipples.  Massaging her stomach.  Touching her dry pussy.  She tried not to cramp so that it would be over soon.  Now his mouth, doing the same things as his hands before.  Irrelevant things.  He took long; he seemed to be waiting for something.

 

Then Clara heard Princess Layla screaming.  And the princess screamed again and again.  Clara panicked.

 

"Make me loose, make me loose"

 

In the background the princess kept on screaming.

 

"I don't think that would be a good idea, honey." answered Thomas.

 

"Make me loose or I'll scream even louder. Take these things off of me."

 

"I can't" answered Thomas and had the gag ready.  He stuffed it into her mouth.

 

Clara was out of her mind.  How could she let herself be fooled so easily?  What would she do now?  What if he does something BAD to the princess?  In the background she could hear that Princess Layla stopped screaming.  It would be the last thing that Clara heard of Layla that night.  A short time later Thomas came back into the room.  He saw his naked sweaty wife crying and cramping within the ropes.  He was aroused by the sight, but he also knew that he was no rapist, no ball-less scum.

 

He said “Layla is alright, honey.  She only needed some attention and sleeps peacefully now.  Don't you believe me?"

 

Clara screamed against the gag.

 

"If you are reasonable I'll take away that gag"

 

Clara knew it was her only chance, and stopped her unheard screaming against the gag.  She mumbled something.

 

"I'll take that as a yes!"  Thomas took away the gag and she quietly stared at him.  "Now listen to me, Clara.  I know how much you love Layla and how much you want to protect her.  But you have to accept that she is my daughter, too.  I love her in my way just as much as you do in your way, and would never hurt her.  I would give my life to protect her, and I will do all I can to make her happy.  You need to know that and you have to believe me if you want us to be happy together"

 

Clara turned 31 last August, but like every other woman she celebrated her 29th birthday the 3rd time.  She is proud mother of a 7 month old baby.  They called her Layla because HE chose that name and she loved it.  Just like she had loved everything that was his and every part of him: of her husband.  Her master.  Layla's father and guardian.  She remembered what a bad slave she had been the last month, how hard it must have been for him to endure her selfishness and mistrust.  And how much he must love her to go through all this.

 

It is not that she hadn't known all these things 10 minutes earlier, but his words connected her mother-self and her old self.  Her mother-self was stronger than anything else inside her and was overprotective.  They talked about all this before but it didn't have an impact on her; his words hadn't reached her.  But now these words took away the fear her mother-self had, and she felt that he was good--just as good for Layla as she was.  Her mother-self was satisfied for the first time without having total control, and she relaxed for the first time. She relaxed into the ropes. 

 

Then she noticed that she had been bound for more than 20 minutes.  These beautiful black ropes.  She wondered how her wrists would look when the ropes were taken off.  She smiled at him.  He came closer and she tried to kick him lightly.  She knew what would happen.  He easily caught her foot and was completely immobilized.

 

She was taken by horniness. Month after endless month of unsatisfied sexual hormones overflowed her brain.  Fantasies of being raped, abused and fucked in her ass by a company of soldiers, sold into slavery, whipped to a bloody mess and humiliated in every imaginable way came to her mind. 

 

She was a witch in the middle ages, one of the real witches and she would never swear off of Satan no matter how many needles they ripped into her and how much they extended the rack she was lying on. 

 

She was an innocent girl in world war I who was thought to be a spy in possession of a secret code that was important for the Germans, but no matter how much they raped her, whipped her, beat her, and pissed on her she just didn’t know anything. 

 

She was a criminal tortured by sadistic police, a captured spy, drugged and shocked with electrodes, and she was a dirty cheap street whore in Nigeria for everyone's use and owned by a local pimp.

 

Then she came back to the real world.  Her pussy was just as overflowing as her fantasies.  She kept on furiously struggling with her remaining leg so that Thomas knew both legs would have to be tied tight tonight.  Much tighter than the last times.  Tighter than ever.  Thomas understood.  Whenever she tried to kick him he would just twist her leg. After he did that twice, Clara got the message and didn't try again.  Soon she was spread-eagled and ready for use.  She complained about the uncomfortable position, but only got a ball gag soaked with her own pussy juices as a reward.  Ironically just this made her create even more of the slimy mass.

 

"You want me to abuse you any way I like?"

 

"Yss" she murmured into the gag.

 

"You will take anything I do to you?"

 

"Mmm, Ess"

 

Now Thomas was into it, too.  He had a poker face the whole evening, but he also knew what was on the line. The bet what his marriage, but now he had a full house and won the whole pot...

 

All his worries were far away when he lubricated the biggest butt plug they had and shoved it into his wife’s asshole.  It went inside her like a hot knife into butter and he fixed it there with duct tape.  The good thing about this plug was that it could send little electric shockwaves which could reduce his wife's horniness if used intensely.  He selected a high level and left the room with "Don't move away, honey".  He was still fully clothed and quite tense.  He took a piss, washed his hands and face with cold water and drank a double whiskey.  He relaxed for a time and drank a glass of cold water.  Then he removed his shirt and boots and after a ten minutes, went back to his woman who was still fighting between orgasm and ass pain.  The break seemed to have a positive impact on Clara because she was a little bit more down to earth again.

 

"You want me to remove that plug?"

 

"Mmm"

 

"But didn't you say you could take anything I do to you. I am a bit disappointed with you, my little slut"

 

"Mmm"

 

"Don't you think you need some punishment for that?"

 

"Mmm"

 

"Yeah, I think so, too.  After I remove the plug, how about five strokes on your vagina with the crop?"

 

"Mmm"

 

"Did you say ten strokes?"

 

“Mmm"

 

"Okay, fifteen, and the plug stays in!  That's tough, but it is your choice. You know these strokes are no fun."

 

"Mmm"

 

"Okay.  You know how it works.  Don't lose count or I'll restart at zero"

 

"Mmm"

 

He took the crop from the shelf.

 

Thwack!

"OW! OM."

 

Thwack!

"OOW! HTWO."

 

"Thwaaaaack"

"OOHOOOW! HTREEEE…."

 

He stopped for 30 seconds between each stroke and 60 seconds between each 3rd Stroke. The strokes were without holding back. He meant to hurt his wife.

 

Thwack!"
"OW! HOR.

 

Thwack!
"OOOW! HIVE."

 

"Thwaaaack"

"OOW, OOW, OOOW! IX."

 

The strokes were perfectly placed.  The first of each series was on her left outer pussy. Stroke two was on the right side, and stroke three, a bulls eye at her clitoris.

 

Thwack!

"OW! EFFEN."

 

Thwack!

"OW! EIGHT."

 

"Thwaaaack"

"AAAOOOU! HINE"

 

He could see that his wife was reaching her limit, but more strokes gave him even greater pleasure.

 

Thwack!

"OW! EN."

 

Thwack!
"OW! HELFEN."

 

"Thwaaaack"
"OW, OW, OOW, OOOOW! HELF."

 

 Tears came from her eyes again, but she loved it and she would take anything for him.

 

Thwack!

“OOOW! URTEEN.”

 

Thwack!

“OOW! OTEEN!”

 

"THWAAAACCK"

"OWWW, OOOOHOHOW, OOOOOOW, OOOOW, OOOOOOOW FTEEN!"

 

A few drops of blood were running from her right pussy lip.

 

"Do you think that I can remove the plug now, honey?"

 

"Mmm!"

 

"Are you sure?"

 

"Mmm!"

 

"Yeah, I think so, too."

 

He kneeled in front of her and started to remove the duct tape slowly.  Clara kept on mumbling into her ball gag because removing duct tape from a woman’s sensitive parts also hurts pretty much.  When the tape was removed he began to fuck her slowly with the long oval plug.  He increased the speed and used his other hand to rub her swollen clit.  Clara had no resistance anymore and came in less than a minute, then multiple times.  She revelled in her ropes and screamed unheard screams of joy and pain into her ball gag.  After five minutes, Thomas stopped rubbing his wife’s pussy and released her overused asshole from the enduring assault.  Clara was a sweaty, soft mess.  She wouldn't have been able to move too much even if she weren’t securely tied spreadeagled.  In her sexual trance she knew that Thomas hadn't taken his pleasure yet and wondered what else he had in store for her.

 

Thomas removed her gag, cleaned her face with a washcloth, then gave her a big glass water which she greedily drank. In that little time she recovered, and her pussy and ass soon craved for new attention.

 

"I am not nearly done with you tonight, honey."

 

"I would be disappointed if you were, Sir."

 

"Hmm, pretty sassy tonight, aren't we?  Let's see if I can change that!"

 

He removed the ropes from her ankles, then from her wrists, and ordered her to kneel down on the bed.  She didn't hesitate to follow.

 

"You are going to be whipped again now honey, with the crop."

 

"Yes, sir"

 

"You've been a terrible slave the last few months, and you have to suffer more than usual for it."

 

"Yes, Sir, I am sorry. Please punish me as much as you like.  Take revenge for all the things I have laid on you."

 

"You are going to get 100 strokes with the crop."

 

Clara was surprised.  She knew that she was a tough-ass woman, that she loved pain. She loved to be ass-whipped especially.  She also knew that she never backed out from a whipping, no matter how bad it was.  She remembered one time when she was especially horny and provoked him too much.  Her ass was bleeding from several small cuts afterward, and she couldn't sit without pain for two weeks.  Fortunately she loved to sit down in pain because it reminded her of the great time they had, and she was proud of how tough she was.  The women in BDSM movies that she and her husband watched couldn't take nearly as much as she could, not even those in the underground movies.

 

But 100 strokes were 30 strokes more than she had ever taken.  One part of her was still aroused when she thought about the pain that she was about to experience, but she knew better than to feel pleasant anticipation.  She knew it would be tough to take all this without safe-wording and she knew she would be crying.

 

"Please, Sir, may I be gagged while you whip me?  I don't want to wake Layla and I don't want the cops around."

 

"You have to be quiet during the session, anyway.  If you are too weak, I can give you a ball-gag, but to earn it you will have to take 3 extra strokes with the big whip after the 100 strokes.  Do you want that?"

 

Clara feared the "big whip".  When Thomas hit her with it, even medium strokes could cut her flesh and leave marks for several days.  But she had no choice.  She didn't want to scream herself hoarse and she especially didn't want to safeword.

 

"Yes, sir.  Please gag me and use the big whip on me as you wish."

 

He gagged her again, and she knelt down on the bed.  She sunk her head onto the mattress and placed her hands beneath her head.  As a sign that she was ready, she thrusted her ass cheeks out at him.

 

"You don't have to count this time, honey.  I'll tell you from time to time where we are."

 

The first strokes came, and Thomas didn't hold back.  Again he made a short break between the strokes, this time 20 seconds between each stroke.  Nevertheless Clara loved these first ones on her long-unwhipped butt, so she kept it thrusted out at him, wiggling it provocatively.   After the 30th stroke, Clara needed to lie down on her stomach for the first time, but soon was ready for more again, and greedily extended her ass. 15 strokes later she needed the first short break.  Her ass was already quite pink and had marks on it.  She rolled around on the bed and the first tears came to her eyes.  After a minute she was ready again for more. 

 

Thomas showed no mercy. Each of the strokes was well placed and hard. After stroke 55 Clara was fully crying, and all sexual pleasure she could get from the whipping was gone.  Her ass was a stirred and pastel coloured version of the Star-Spangled Banner: many white stripes, many red stripes, and blue marks.  Some of the cuts on her ass started to bleed.  She was crying and screaming continually into her gag and the world was nothing but a deep sea of pain for her.  During each of the strokes she seriously considered safewording, but always refused because she wanted to make her master proud.  She occasionally needed a short break, but always thrusted her ass out again only to have herself get beaten down rolling on the bed again.  She had clearly reached her limit and the last ten strokes were nothing but hell for her.  After Thomas was done with stroke 100, she rolled from the bed and lay down to cry on the floor.

 

After a short pause Thomas asked "Didn't you forget something, honey?"

 

Clara looked at him without remembering what he wanted.

 

"The ball gag. You still need to pay for it".  And with these word Thomas reached for the big whip that was lying on the shelf.

 

Clara remembered and breathed heavily. She could barely move, but she climbed back on the bed and presented her bleeding, bruised ass cheeks for three final, devastating blows.  After the first of these, she needed a long break before she was able to think clearly again, and she needed another break before she could get back into position.  The second stroke was even worse, and it left a very small permanent cut on her right ass cheek that would be visible for anyone who looked closely.  The third stroke did not hit her butt, but went across her back from her left shoulder to her right hip.  She gasped from the surprising pain, but was also relieved that her butt did not have to take another one.

 

Thomas came to her and removed the gag.  Her makeup was ruined from the tears, her hair was wild and sweaty, and half of her lipstick was smeared on the mattress.  Thomas wiped away the tears from her eyes.

 

"Open your mouth and suck me hard", he said

 

That was by far the easiest part for of the whole night for Clara.  She removed his jeans and placed his semi-erect dick into her mouth.  It didn't take long until he ordered her to kneel down again so that he could use her.  The sucking gave her some time to recover from the heavy whipping.  Now, after all the whipping and sucking, she couldn't wait to finally be fucked and her pussy was warm and wet like a jungle ground after a long rain.

 

He chose to take her from behind, and she made her pussy tight for him.  When he grabbed her tits, she was not fully satisfied because he held back.  She wondered why, but then she remembered that she was still breastfeeding and he may be worried about this.  But that was not needed:  her tits were grown during her pregnancy so that they could serve two people.  She placed his hands under her breasts and let herself fall into them so that her breasts supported her weight.  He quickly understood the message and started pinching and squeezing them.

 

Now Clara was in heaven.  Her pussy was aching badly, her ass was aching REALLY badly, her tits were in his hands, and her husband’s iron cock was filling her pussy.  It didn't take long for him to cum into her, and she came with him.  They both lay down on the bed, her head on his chest. He smoked a cigarette, lying awake, thinking and watching her for some time and they soon fell into a deep, happy sleep.

 

The next morning she was awakened by her daughter who cried for attention.  She quickly got up, looked if everything was alright with the Princess, then took a quick shower and cared for Layla.  When she was done with her maternal duties she came into the kitchen. Thomas had breakfast ready.  With a smile she noticed that Thomas had placed a pillow on her chair.  They ate bread and eggs, drank coffee and gossiped.

 

She went back to the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror.  The whip mark on her back had nearly disappeared.  Her ass was still quite red and had several marks that she could perfectly see with in a second mirror when she kneeled, bent, and turned her head.  She stood up again and caressed these marks.  It ached when she touched them and so she used her fingernails to make it hurt a little bit more.  When she touched her clit she remembered that this part of her got also whipped and that was it for her - she needed to masturbate.  Quick.  She went into the shower and switched the water temperature from hot to something between "Very Hot" and "Lobster Cooking".  She sat down and rubbed herself while the hot water done a good job in satisfying her masochistic needs, especially on her already sore pussy and ass.

 

Shortly before she could cum, the shower door opened and behind the vapour an angry Thomas appeared.  He dragged her out of the shower onto the bathroom floor.

 

He looked at his hand and it was a bit red from the contact with Clara's shower water:

"I can't say that I am not impressed by the hotness of this water.  I wonder how you take it.  Anyway, that doesn't change the fact that you are a selfish, stupid and horny bitch" he said in a humourless tone. "You know that this pussy belongs to ME and that you have no right to use it without MY order.  You were stupid enough to take a second shower on one morning, so I knew what you were doing"

 

Clara knew she had made a terrible mistake.  The main purpose of her pussy in their marriage was to make him happy, not so serve her egoistic needs.  She had forgotten that during the last months.  She was sitting naked and soaking wet with red skin on the bathroom floor and was feeling really bad for being so selfish.

 

"It seems that you need to be reminded what a good slave is allowed to do and what not" Thomas said

 

"Yes Sir. i was egoistic and i am honestly sorry.  Please teach me to be a better slave for You.”

 

"Dry yourself, get dressed and let me think of your punishment.  Come to me in ten minutes."

 

Thomas left the bathroom without another word.  Clara knew that she should better follow his orders as good as possible and she wanted to make amends.  But she decided to get dressed differently than he expected.  She applied slutty make-up, put on her highest pair of heels, and her black lingerie. After ten minutes she went to him wearing nothing but these and knocked on his door. When he allowed her to enter, she knelt down and crawled in.  She closed the door and looked down on the floor waiting for him to speak.  Thomas let her wait for two minutes in that position before he started talking to her.

 

"Well, I see that you want to make good.  That's at least the right attitude.  But nevertheless you've been a bad slave, or better to say, no slave at all for some time.  You had one very good reason and thus I can't punish you for that.  But it seems that during such a long time you have forgotten even the most basic rules.

 

Today you will go on a little shopping tour while I am at work.  We need new beverages, some food and also some other things.  You will get all these things by foot and you will wear these heels that you are wearing now.  You will take Layla in a neck pouch and carry the purchased items with your hands.  And I decided that we need to save some money so you won't go to the little market at the end of our street but to the big mall.  I know that there are miles to walk, but as you have enough time and stamina to sit masturbating in our shower, this little extra tour should be just a small problem.  Oh, and before I forget:  the shopping list is quite long, so you will have to walk twice.

 

Furthermore, you will clean the garage, wash your car, and mow the lawn.  Before you return to work you shall use the last month of your pregnancy leave to be more productive than the other times.  When I come home, you will have dinner ready and wait showered, kneeling and naked in front of the door.  I expect all indoor activities to be done naked, only wearing your heels.  You can keep this lingerie on, too, if you want."

 

Clara didn't look up while he spoke.  Then he showed her an object.

 

"But you were a good slave last night and you also seem to be a very horny one so I'll give you a present.  You will wear this the whole day.  It is a remotely controlled electric butt-plug that I ordered on the internet.  It has a nice technique.  Whenever I think that you need some attention I can send you different kinds of electric waves.  But don't you dare to cum from it, or I'll make you go naked to our neighbours, the old Watsons, with a banana in your hand and ask them for Vaseline."

 

Clara had to smile when she thought about the possible reaction of the Christian Mrs. Watson, but wiped away that thought quickly. 

 

“Yes, Master.”

 

The plug was placed inside her and Thomas left for work.  Clara thought about her day with a lot of anticipation and stifled her need to masturbate, even though the plug felt so great.  But Thomas would know, plus she would need all her energy and time to do all the things on the list.  While she put on her clothes and thought about the miles she had to walk in her extra-long heels carrying tons of drinks, the first wave of electricity shocked through her womb and filled her with deep satisfaction...