Passive Voice Revisited II

Daniel ordered the slave to release the golden frogs holding her dress in place.  She complied.  Her dress fluttered then fell to land around her slippered feet.  I noticed small bells clamped to her nipples and if I knew Daniel, and I do know him well, she would also have a clit clamp as well.  I smiled, I taught him well.

Instinctively, she started to reach up to cover her nudity but with the flick of the crop she dropped her hands to her sides.  With her head held high, she followed Daniel to the rack. 

He bent her over the table and placed a 6" dildo at her pussy, opening her up wide.  I could see the glistening pink lips swallow the toy.  She gave a low moan of pleasure as he pushed it inside her.  I squirmed with excitement, almost feeling her pleasure and pain.  She stood back up as straps were fastened around her waist and between her thighs. 

Her back was flawless, smooth and virginal, as he bound her the X shape of the rack.  I was enthralled with every movement he made.  He picked up a small whip, just right for her delicate form.  It hissed and cracked in the atmosphere as it landed with a crimson ribbon across her back.  Her scream rent the air with that first strike.  I gauged the wound, it wasn't too deep and would leave little scarring. 

Her body jerked with each lash.  She moaned against the pain pleasure of the whip and the dildo playing her body like a fine instrument.  Her skin glowed like a pearl in the firelight.  Juices ran down the insides of her slim out stretched thighs.  She worked her body with each lash like a man thrusting inside her. 

I couldn't move.  My eyes were glued to her.  She was magnificent in her beauty and ecstasy.  My body burned along with hers.  As her climax mounted, Daniel tossed away the whip and took her down from the rack.  Tears streamed down her cheeks.  "No, please, don't stop."  she begged him.  He unstrapped the dildo and removed it.  Her body quaked and shook with need.  Her sobs filled the room. 

Gently, Daniel placed her on her knees over the pillows, careful of her back.  He spread her legs and knelt behind her, unfastening his pants and reaching for his huge cock.  She hiccuped on a sob as she felt him enter her from behind.  His hands holding her waist as he began to thrust. 

I was in need and pain as I watched him fuck her.  She tried to move with him but he would not allow her to.  Her cries made me throb with heat.  I moved the floor and faced her.  I kissed her swollen lips and played with the nipple rings.  I licked away her tears as she came. 

"Daniel."  I needed to feel him inside me again.  As he moved from her, I pulled him down to me.  He entered my wet depths and pushed hard against my clit.  He did this over and over as I moaned and writhed on the pillows, my hand linked in hers.  I came fast and hard, and smiled at the sweet memories of my old slave and lover. 

I kissed his forehead like a mother would a beloved child.  I knew in my heart that this would be our last time together.  "I'm very proud of you."  I whispered for him only.  I let go of her hand and slowly got up from the pillow, straightening my clothes.  I walked to the doors. 

"I'll never forget you, Lana."

I smiled.  It was time to go home.