Ed Keyes - Pilgrim of passion

She sat on the edge of a king sized bed and she gave him a stern look as she reminded him that he had been told to remove his trousers. He obeyed her and she saw that his cock was not as big as the bulge suggested. Still it was a respectable prong and she began handling it and playing with his big balls and he groaned. She stood up and she opened his shirt, told him to remove it. While he was doing that, she opened her leather case and got out a short handled strap. She hefted it in her hand and then brought the strap down in a vicious cut that caught his half-hard cock and he caved and fell onto the floor. He grabbed his genitals and howled. Alicia saw that he was trying to look up her dress while he was on the floor and she thought that he should be able to do that without being sneaky. She stooped over and stood astride of him and then he was looking up at her hairless gash and she smiled down at him. The urge to squat and piss in his face was overwhelming but she didn't do it. She would save that for later.

"I didn't hurt your little prick," she said. "Not yet. I am going to hurt it. Once I get you under the whips I am going to turn your cock and balls into raw meat. You are going to have a lovely time today and so am I. Now you get up."

He let go of his injured member and then he stood. His face was red but she could see that she had delighted him by what she had said to him. She reached out and began handling his cock. He was dribbling and she knew that he was close to coming. She slid her hand down to the base of his cock, then she took it into her mouth and when he came, she kept on jerking him off and sucking on him and he came all over again. She clawed his balls with her long nails and when she looked up into his face she saw that he was crying. The tears were streaking on his face and she learned then that making a man cry could induce the most marvelous sexual sensations in her. Many men were to find that they never felt the need for tears with other women, but when Alicia dealt with them they always wound up in tears.

"Shower now," Alicia told him, when she finally let his cock go. "I will change in here while you shower. When you are dry come in here because I am going to tie you down onto that big table and then I shall begin to discipline you. Now hurry."

He hurried. She glanced at his eyes and she could see that he was happy with her. She waited until he was in the shower stall and then she began getting undressed. In time he would see her nude and deal with her body as she desired at the moment, but she intended to start out in her pretty costume. She knew that many of those who were devoted to whips and leather were sexually aroused by the sight of a girl in a fancy costume. So she wore it. She checked her appearance in the bedroom mirror and she was impressed with her beauty. The costume hugged her waist and thrust her bosom and buttocks into prominence. A tiny triangle of material covered her slit and left her buttocks bare. Her bra was of little use and her breasts were too sturdy and too firm to be crushed so they rested in a tray-like shelf of delicate material. When Lenny came from the bathroom and he looked at her he was overwhelmed. He sank to his knees in front of her, his arms wrapped around her legs and he was sobbing, thrilled by her beauty and her willingness to be with him. She patted his head and she felt the trickling beginning between her legs. She was coming and she had yet to do anything to him; she wanted his mouth against her vulva but that was in the future. She spoke to him brusquely, harshly.

"Get into the position, Lenny," she said. "You know what comes next. Now be a good boy and do just like mama says."

He obeyed her, crawling over to the marble topped table. He placed his chest on the table and when Alicia began tying his wrists to the legs of the table, he didn't make a sound. She went behind him and lashed his knees to the rear legs, spreading his legs far apart. She saw that he was hard again and she handled his cock, felt the juice running from it. She knelt and placed a rubber over his inflamed organ.

"Now," she said, "you can come as often as you like, and I think that you will do it often."

He was helpless and she knew it. She found that an enjoyable facet of the business. She opened her whip case and got out the fly swatter-like gadget. She began stinging his bottom with short, sharp strokes of the strap and he began to groan and his bottom and hips began swaying and squirming. She was hitting him everywhere, stinging his plump globes, his dangling balls and she could see that he was in an agony of pure passionate bliss. She began hitting him with harder and harder strokes and the weaving, rhythmic motions of his hips and his bottom began to become bewitching and sexually exciting to her. She was suddenly overwhelmed by sexual excitement and she put the strap down and picked up the cat o' nine tails, the most vicious whip she had in her collection.

She began stinging his rump, his thighs and his genitals with brutal cuts of the lashes and he was sobbing and whimpering and she was as hot as he was. She continued to use her whips with all of her strength and her skill and then she could see that he was having massive sexual convulsions and she was on fire, too. She was not willing to let him have such ecstasies all by himself.

She stopped hitting him, then she untied him. She spoke to him and he was able to hear, to obey. She made him lie down on the marble table top and draw his knees up high. Then she sat her naked pussy in his mouth and while she whipped his exposed bottom, her avid mouth slipped down over the rubber and its contents. She bit a hole in the rubber and then she began sucking him and she could feel his educated mouth doing very nicely with her twat.

He screwed her later and she used her dildo to screw him, and then it was time for them to shower and while he laid on the tile floor, she stood above him and gave him the kind of golden shower that he liked.

She gave him another time of anguish with the whips before she left him and he was a total wreck, seething with massive orgasms when she finished. She stayed long enough to make certain that he would be all right, then she went out to the car and the waiting chauffeur and had herself driven back to Rona's lovely house.

She had dinner, as usual, with Rona and Janet and Arturo and her lover, Orville. Rona had already had a telephone call from a grateful Lenny and she was very pleased.

"He would like to be one of your steady clients," Rona said. "I promised that I would ask you."

"I don't understand," Alicia said. "I beat the living hell out of him, and I did everything I could think of to hurt him. And he wants to be a steady client of mine. It's crazy."

"Alicia, dear," Rona said. "He paid a hundred dollars for the time that you spent with him. That is not crazy. I have others who pay a thousand dollars for an afternoon with a girl who knows what she is doing. And, there are more than we can handle, so you make up your mind. If you want to take on Lenny for a steady client, you may do so. If you say no, it is no."

They lingered later, over brandy and coffee and Rona explained about the people who would pay so handsomely for Alicia's elegant whips.

"There are many young men who get caught up in the pleasure-pain syndrome of sex. Having a pretty girl whip them or abuse them is the only way they can make it. Many go to girls who hurt them, damage them, and many of them wind up in hospitals. They are very glad to pay handsomely for a girl who understands their needs and can do what they want done. So, you see, you do fill a very great need for the people who will hire you."

Thinking about her new work and the very real needs she could take care of, Alicia began to feel better about things. She excused herself and went off to her room and her people accompanied her, and she gorged herself on sex with her own people that night. She and Janet had many sixty nines while the boys screwed them now and then and kept their honey pots filled with nectar. She fell asleep, completely exhausted, sated and happy.