Unknown - Justine_s dark side

My body was still fibrillating from all the punishment it had taken…

And then… finally, Clifford was opening his palm and pouring some of the oil onto it.

He looked at me and smiled.

I tried to smile back, still spread-tied with my arms over my head.

And then he began.

He put the oil all over my face!

He was washing me with it, making sure that every inch of my skin was glistening up there!

And I loved it!

Even more when he started to apply it to every inch of my body!

I was helpless to resist, while he continued to bathe me in the warm oil.

"Ohhhh…"

"Yeah… baby… it's so good, isn't it… you really like it don't you…"

"Yes…"

He knew it…

And now, he was oiling my tits… paying special attention to my nipples… to my sore, but erect nipples…

He was working them really hard now… making sure they were erect.

And as he did so, I couldn't help but start to moan some more…

It was just too much to take… Just too much!

"Ohhhhh… ohhhh…"

"Feels good, doesn't it… doesn't it, Justine…"

"Yes…"

"You want me to oil up your entire body, don't you…"

"Yes… ohhh…"

"It's a treat for you, isn't it…"

"A treat… yes… a treat…"

"Beg me…"

He said it as casually as if he were asking for the weather.

And it crossed my mind that I shouldn't… that I shouldn't beg him… that it wasn't right…

But I couldn't resist. He was too much…

He was too strong and to alluring to resist.

I had to…

I'd do anything for him…

Just anything.

"Please… ohhh… please… please…"

"Please what…"

"Oil me… oil me up… please…"

He grinned.

He was getting just what he wanted…

And I have to admit, so was I!

Now, my entire body was coated with the stuff…

And I was hot and sweaty, my pores unable to release the sweat that I was building up.

He grinned once more and this time he was climbing on top of me.

He was going to hick the shit out of me!

Again.

And now, with my body so slick, it would be easy for him to slide up against me and roll and push and pull me…

I was on fire…

"Ohhhh… fuck me… fuck me… ooohh… Clifford…fuck the shit out of me… Clifford…"

I was going crazy…

How much could one woman take.

Finally, when I thought I was going to really lose it, he came again, and then, shortly afterward, untied me.

And when he did, I was told, rather abruptly, that I was free to go.

I didn't understand.

I wasn't even going to be allowed to take a shower.

I had to leave all greased up.

More torture.

But I did.

And I didn't complain.

Because I was hooked.

Addicted!

I was addicted to him and I was going to have to do whatever it was he wanted.

Always…

Because no one could ever fuck me like he could.

Or beat me.

Or torture me!

Or do anything he wanted with me.

I'd been trained very well… by a master… and I coveted that.

So much so that I was now oblivious to all other advances.

None of the men I'd been kind of dating before I met Clifford were able to even get me out for a drink.

And I stopped going to the singles bars.

I was content, for the first time in a long time, and I was loving that.

Now…

For the first time, I was wishing my phone would ring every night!

And then…

Finally, after another two weeks, I got the call.

From Clifford.

The call I lived for.

"I want you hear for another session," he said.

I told him I'd be ready when the limo came. He hung up.

I wondered, as I bathed, how many other women he had like this… how many he kept dangling… how many he was tying up and ministering to.

But I couldn't even get jealous.

Me.

The most jealous woman in the world.

It just goes to show you…

With the right cock, you'll do anything… and love it.

Now, though, it was all I could to get myself together.

I was so excited!

What new and exciting plan did he have for me…

By the time the limo came I could feel the wetness between my legs.

I got in and took the now familiar drive over the George Washington Bridge, into New Jersey, to where Clifford's private little castle of pleasure was.

The house was there, as usual, non-descript on the well-kept block.

And then we were out of the car and walking up to the front door.

It opened and the chauffeur disappeared.

There was Clifford, once more…

Resplendent in his silk robe.

And silk smile.

"Come in," he said to me.

I followed.

He took my light wrap and looked at my outfit.

Stockings, garter belt and high heels, under a wide pleated skirt that was very fetching, and a simple cotton top.

Easy clothes to get rid of.

He offered me a drink.

I took it and sat down, crossing my legs, letting the skirt hike up a bit, catching him staring at my legs.

"I have something very special planned for us this evening," he said as he sipped his drink softly.

That sent a heat wave through my spine!

I loved it when he teased me about what was to come.

My eyes widened.

"All right… what is it?"

"You'll see… finish your champagne…"

I sipped at my bubbly and looked at him with my best bedroom eyes.

No one turned me on like Clifford.

No one!

I would do anything for him.

Anything, without exception.

He was one in a million, and I felt as if I'd won the lottery.

I was so lucky…

So damn lucky…

And now, I put down my empty glass and he stood.

Coming over to me and taking me by the hand.

"Let's go," he said softly, and I followed.

Into the dungeon.

Into the night…

My heart stopped as I walked inside.

It was the last thing on Earth I was expecting to see.

The very last!

For there was Lila, spread-eagled, standing up, in the very cuffs and chains I was in before!

Now, she was totally naked… not even stockings, nothing except a pair of high heels!

I marveled at her long, statuesque legs, now spread and made to stand at attention.

How had he done such a thing!

Had he promised her that I'd get to beat her?

Or had he drugged her…

Or or or…

It didn't really matter to me…

Nothing mattered…

All I could think about was how much I wanted to do her…

How much I wanted to take a whip to her and teach her a good lesson…

A lesson she needed to be taught…

A lesson that would be a payback for what she'd done to me.

I turned to Mel and put my hands on his…

"Can I?"

He grinned.

He was playing with me.

He knew what I wanted to do.

Oh, how he knew…

But he wanted me to say it.

As much for Lila's benefit, or torture, as his and mine.

"Tell me what you want to do," he said, softly.

"Ohhh… I want to whip her… I want to whip her good…"

"All right… you may… go to the wall and choose your whip…"

My mouth was watering at the prospect.

I looked at her with a forceful, stern look on my face.

As I passed her I put my fingers under her chin.

"So," I said softly, "Let's see how well you can take it, baby…"

She stared ahead, not looking at me.

A tough girl!

Well, I'd break her, I told myself… I'd break her in two!

I couldn't wait!

Now, I plucked off a supple, black whip, on the short and stiff side, and examined it.

It was a new feeling for me.

I'd never had a whip in my hands before.

And I liked it!