M. Pelletils - The Memoirs of Mitzy, Volume 1

But I was getting more and more excited despite myself. I'm usually not cruel, and I would rather inflict pleasure than pain on another person, but one has to be philosophical about this sort of thing. If pain is another person's pleasure, one is in fact (by bringing pain to this person) inflicting pleasure. Read what I went through and find out for yourself if I didn't find pleasure in the cruelty I committed on this old man. I can tell you right now I did, but I will try to be as detailed as possible in my description of this episode in my life. Later on I was to find out about the pleasure it gives when one is being whipped, but that is another story I will get to in due time.

Right now I was the one to do the whipping and find pleasure in it. I started by taking up the front of my dress and tucking it under my belt. Wearing no panties, my cunt was not only exposed to his eyes but I could also go at it without having to grope under my dress, if I wanted to finger myself. This much I knew already: I was going to give myself a finger-fuck when I whipped him. Standing in front of a full length mirror, I looked at myself and I must say I rather liked what I saw. I looked utterly lewd, completely dressed as I was, with just my upper legs and my hairy cunt in view. Mr. Morgan also looked at me intently, and a sort of hunger shone in his eyes. The sight I offered must have appealed to his perverted tastes, as his cock was rising in his pants.

“I will allow you to look at me,” I said. “You can look at me all you want. At my dripping slit when I frig myself whipping you, but you are not going to touch me. And don't let me catch you wanking your old cock. If you're going to come at all it is through me and preferably by my whipping you. It's just your luck if you don't pass out before that happens… oh yes, I'm really going to lay it on you!”

I was really getting in the mood of things, and believe me I meant every word of it. I wasn't just playing with words this time. I longed to whip him with a desire that I found strange when I thought about it afterwards.

“Now get your old carcass undressed,” I snapped at him while I selected a mean looking whip from the suitcase. The feel of the whip handle made me feel even more excited, and I pressed it against my burning cunt.

To make him undress himself a little more quickly, I cracked the whip at him, and although I didn't hit him, I felt my slit getting wet. Ripping the clothes from his body after my little preliminary blows, Mr. Morgan laid himself on the floor in front of me.

His back was turned towards me and it was covered with old whipmarks. The sight of the traces of previous whippings made me shudder in delight and I could feel my juices really starting to flow. He turned his head so he could watch me and I raised my arm for the first blow. Bringing it down with all the strength I could muster, my first blow landed in the small of his back. He shuddered in pain but didn't utter a sound. My body shook in a strange and exciting lust I had never experienced before. The fact he didn't utter a single sound, however, made me furious as hell, and swearing under my breath I promised him the most horrible things. In quick succession the blows landed on his body now. I was trying my best to make them as painful as possible but he still didn't utter a sound.

Whipping him made me wetter and wetter and without being able to withhold myself I brought my other hand between my legs. Juice was dripping down my legs and my fingers were sticky with the stuff immediately. Looking up at me he cried out in delight when he saw me opening my wet slit. Spreading the swollen cunt lips apart with two forked fingers, I reached inside with stiff fingers. Poking two fingers between the hairy lips I soon found my favorite spot in my cunt and I shuddered in delight at the touch. When I don't want to come too quickly I prefer a deep frigging and that is just what I wanted. The occasion was too exquisite to spoil it all by coming too soon. I had never experienced anything like this before and I was enjoying every minute of it.

My fingers were so soothing in my cunt. I was thrilling myself so delightfully! The sight of the man lying on the floor in front of me made me so terribly randy… so fucking randy! I masturbated myself frantically, a mist of passion-filled tears hanging over my eyes. How long could I keep this up? I didn't know and I didn't care, as long as it was going to be long and the fulfillment as great as my pleasure now.

Although I couldn't see very clearly, I suddenly saw his hand disappear under his body. No doubt he wanted to frig his bursting prick!

“I told you I didn't want you to masturbate yourself, you bastard,” I yelled at him. I stopped my whipping and throwing the whip on the floor I took a pair of handcuffs from the suitcase. “I think I have to treat you a little more roughly and therefore I will put these handcuffs on you, keeping your hands behind your back… That will teach you not to disobey me… I don't care whether your cock is hard and throbbing… If you want to come it's for me to decide when… and that's not now. I still want to have some pleasure with you and I won't have my pleasure spoiled by spunk shooting from your prick. My own-spunk is just sufficient for the moment… it makes my slit so nice and slippery… I love to frig myself so much and there is nothing you can do about it… if I want to come I just do that… but that's not for you… not yet… maybe not ever…”

He was completely helpless after I had handcuffed him and, though he was unable to reach his cock, it seemed to swell even more. Already it had swelled to a gigantic size and I was going to try to add another inch or so to it by my whipping.

He may have been an old man, but believe me, there was nothing old about his cock and I already promised myself I'd have a piece of it in due time. Not right now, but I was going to have it shoved up my cunt no matter what was to happen. That is to say, if he managed to stand up under my blows.

I had taken up the whip again and flogged him even more fiercely than before. He still had not made a single sound of pain and no matter what happened, I was going to wring this from him even if I had to kill him for it. As you see, I was really getting in the mood of things and I enjoyed his discomfort tremendously.

Red welts stood out on his back, ugly and at the same time exciting to my lust crazed senses. The skin of some of those welts had broken and blood trickled out of them. The sight of his tortured back didn't make me feel sorry for him at all. It only made me bring down the whip stronger, more violently.

I was still fingering my cunt in a frantic pace. My upcoming orgasm possessed my body and I knew I wasn't far from coming. My clitoris was swollen and almost hurting me. I really needed an orgasm and I knew I couldn't hold out very much longer.

Suddenly Mr. Morgan cried out. First it was a cry of pain and I smiled in silent triumph. I had managed to make this hardened masochist cry in pain. The very first time I used a whip on anybody! I was feeling strangely proud and pleased with myself. His cries of anguish soon mingled with moans of pleasure.

“I'm starting to come,” he cried. “I'm going to come… my spunk… you did it… with your whipping… whip me harder… whip me harder… faster… make my spunk come… whip my cock…”

With this he managed to turn himself on his back and his swollen organ was exposed to my whipping. Without the slightest hesitation, I directed my blows on his dong.

“Oh yes, whip me there… whip my cock… for it is lusting for your cunt… that holy place between your legs… a woman's own… to do with what she wants… your frigging it… your juice… all for yourself… whip my prick… whip it hard… make me spunk… offering my sperm on the altar of your rightful anger… I'm spunking… coming… cooooooming… aaaaagh… ooooooh… cooooming…”