001 Agent Fatale: Slave

Please forgive any spelling mistakes. English is not my language. Translator software is not very good. So I tried edited every sentence as best I could. Thank you for your understanding. I hope you can still enjoy the story.

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001 Agent Fatale: Slave

Special Agent Sandra Morales is 27 years old.

She inherited her pretty appearance and always slightly tanned skin from her Brazilian mother. The analytical mind of her American father, a recognized professor of forensic science.

8 years ago, she was 19 years old, she attended an NBA basketball game with a friend. Somehow they got into the catacombs and Sandra took a wrong turn somewhere. The fact is that after the game she suddenly found herself a bit helpless in the dressing room of one of the teams. The beautiful young woman stood between 20 naked, huge basketball players, almost all of whom were naked and came out of the shower. She still smells this scent of sweat and shampoo today. But that was a very special experience for her. One of them spoke to her.

"Hey girl, what are you doing here? Nice tits you have! Should we close the door from the inside?" That was the day that changed Sandra's sexual life. She felt how an incredible was bubbling inside her and how she had this one dream every night for the next few years. She dreamed of lying naked and tied up on a table in this cabin and these huge men with their big cocks were standing around her. This dream aroused her every night.

Later during her studies, she met the wrong men. They believed that they were satisfying their submissive and masochistic inclination with violence. Of course, that was the wrong approach. For Sandra, it means lust. The first and only man who could really recognize her lust and inclination is Ron Dexter. Ron Dexter, the smart investment banker, likes to mutate into a tough but emotional dominator. Sandra Morales, the merciless agent, mutates into a submissive slave in his presence. The two are a dream couple in this respect. Everyone has their role and everyone still has a different life.

Sandra was the best participant of the last 10 years. She passed each of her exams with the highest grade. She has the highest belts of all martial arts. Whether it's karate, judo, teakwondo, kickboxing and everything else. Their IQ is well above average. Special Agent Sandra Morales was responsible for all cases in her organization where conventional ways do not lead any further. This is where her perfectly shaped body comes into play. Her appearance drove every man crazy. Her appearance opened all doors for her, even into the bedrooms of the powerful bosses.

But only one man is allowed to completely dominate Sandra Morales: Ron Dexter

***

Sue:

Ron Dexter strolled calmly through the narrow streets of Old Los Angeles. He especially loved these many small shops in this area, combined with the phenomenon that he kept discovering new shops. That's what happened again today. "Movie-Toy's Open" This is what it said on an oval, older sign made of hand-painted enamel. Ron's curiosity was aroused. He entered the shop, which at first glance seemed very small, but very crowded. The shop was crammed with exhibits from film productions of all times. A petite Asian woman reacted to the doorbell ringing. She was a little older than him, greeted him very friendly.

"Feel free to look around, sir." She had a sweet Asian accent in her voice. Ron could well imagine that John Wayne must have been a customer here. There were all kinds of fake products, but also all conceivable objects that served as props in some blockbusters.

A well-known highlight was certainly the brandy bottle made of sugar, which used to be used in every Western. In every western, it was used somewhere at some point by being smashed over someone's skull.

"Are you looking for something specific?" The Asian woman ask him politely discreetly.

"No, basically not, a very nice shop. I like to look around, although..."

His gaze fell on a stand on which well-stocked whips in all kinds of designs hung.

"I might be interested in that."

Ron checked a black crop and commented.

"Hmm, unfortunately I can't scare my girlfriend with that."

He hung the crop back, checked a few more whips and came to the same conclusion.

The Asian woman asked politely discreetly but also refreshingly directly:

"Does your girlfriend like whips?" Ron nodded,

"Yes, she even likes it very much." The Asian woman looked at him somehow reading.

"Who likes the whip more? You or your girlfriend?"

Ron scratched his head. A question he had never thought about before.

"I think my girlfriend likes it even more than I do. She prefers it every day, I only want it every other day." The Asian woman smiled:

"What does your girlfriend like very much about the whips?"

Ron looked at her with a mild grin and questioning. Her question was very direct.

Now Ron began to bubble.

"I'm happy to tell them. She likes to be dominated. She likes punishments and interrogations. She is not absolutely submissive, but very self-confident, and, she especially likes a short, burning pain on her skin, which gradually swings upwards into an irrepressible lust. This can sometimes take longer. To do this, she wants to see traces on her beautiful, well-groomed skin. It evaluates these as trophies. But they have to disappear after three days. However, she does not want to be seriously injured. Unfortunately, all this will be very difficult with these exhibits"

The Asian woman smiled. She introduced herself.

"My name is Sue." Ron nodded politely.

"Ron, Ron Dexter."

"Ok, Ron. You have a moment?" Ron nodded.

"It's not about beating up your girl, but about bringing her to a sexual climax with the whips. I don't know your girl yet but with this whips you'll bring both of you more enjoyment and pleasure than ever before. I promise you!�

Ron was amazed at this daring thesis.

"Either you are a terrific saleswoman, Sue, or you'll show me how it's supposed to work."

"You're not in a S&M store, Ron. This is about the effects. Your girl wants four effects: punishment, pain, pleasure and the memory of it. She associates a beautiful experience with the tracks, the feeling of lust."

Ron nodded in agreement. She continued.

"Well, Ron, when someone gets shot in the movie, they often have a gaping wound as well. As we all know, however, the person was not actually shot, except in an accident, as happened recently. Otherwise, a lot of actors would probably have only made a short career and half a film. Do you think that an actor or actress can be treated with a real bull whip?"

"That depends on the contract," Ron said dryly, "but probably not." He continued to listen attentively. Sue seemed to know her way around.

"Ron, I'm also a certified rigger. There aren't very many of them."

Ron now looked very appreciative and enthusiastic.

"You practice this artistic Japanese bondage tradition? That's a very high art, Sue. Her name is Sandra. We find this very aesthetic and admire it. You also offer this service?"

"Yes, Ron. However, Sandra would first need trust for that. That would be another topic. But that's not why you here now." Ron nodded. He liked her structured manner.

"I'm going to show you how it's done, Ron! I'm going to call Jenny now. Jenny is my personal slave." Jenny came out of the shop somewhere from behind. A pretty girl, about in her mid-twenties. A bit too strong for Ron's taste in a much too tight hot pants, but ok.

"She have her personal slave," Ron thought a little strangely and raised an eyebrow. He often does that when he finds something strange

Jenny first bowed very politely and deeply to Sue and Ron.

"Ok, Jenny, please put your foot on the chair. This is Mr. Dexter or Ron. I would like to introduce Ron to the effects of the whips."

Ron looked very confused by now. Jenny put her foot on the chair. Sue took an exhibit with a very long, thin, braided string. Sue skilfully took a swing. The cord wrapped itself once around the thigh. Jenny groaned only briefly. Ron pointed to the thigh in horror with wide-open eyes. A bloody cut was emerging.

"Jenny is injured, Sue! We need a cloth! My gosh! She's bleeding!" A long bloody cut was clearly visible. Jenny calmly took a hygiene wipe and wiped the blood from her thigh.

"Ok Ron, that's the visual effect first. Probably not enough erotic for Sandra, but rather something for the viewer, as I could see your reaction."

Ron nodded and introduced himself to Sandra with various cuts on her beautiful body. A picture she would surely like, he thought. Sue now handed him another whip.

"Please, Ron, try it yourself." Ron took the whip. He had already had it in his hand at the beginning. With a skeptical mouth movement, he lashed out. Singing and smacking, the thing landed on Jenny's proper thigh. She screamed as loudly as if a knife had been stabbed in her leg. A thick, bloody streak was immediately visible. Ron raised his hands apologetically.

"Sorry, Jenny... I... ehhh... Sorry!"

At that moment the bell rang at the door. A man entered, saw Ron and immediately rushed towards him with outstretched arms.

"Ron! I certainly haven't seen you for three months! How are you doing? And how is Sandra? We absolutely have to go out to eat together again. What drives you in this great shop? Sue knows every movie and is a great personality,"

Sue looked embarrassed. It was Rick Morris, a good friend and lawyer. Ron squeezed him briefly.

"Now Rick, what am I doing here? I decided to spank pretty Jenny's thigh! As a test for Sandra, so to speak." Ron winked at him. Rick looked at the thigh, held his hand in front of his mouth in horror.

"My goodness! Did you call a doctor?" He pulled out his phone.

"Rick! It's all just fake. Please Rick, I'll get back to you. Sue will certainly be happy to serve you. You're probably in a hurry."

"Ok, Ron! If you need a lawyer, you have my number. Jenny, if you need a lawyer, here's my card. It could be bodily harm. I'll get you out of there, Ron! I just wanted to pick up my original Star Wars lightsaber. Even Yoda trained with it!"

Sue gave Rick his sword and came back with a smile. Ron shook his head.

"Who, please, is Yoda?" Sue briefly explained to Ron who Yoda is.

"Let's move on, Ron! So, you have the option to make small or large cuts. Of course, it's just fake blood. It is located in cartridges in the handle. A line leads it into the whip. Depending on the type of whip, there are different membranes that the blood releases according to the principle of semi-permeable diffusion"

Ron looked amazed with his mouth open.

"Well, like our skin. We sweat on the outside, but don't get wet from the inside when showering! The hit area and the severity of the blow determine the size of the "injury".

Now even Ron has understood.

"These are very nice effects, Sue. Sandra, also likes welts on her pretty body. But she also wants to feel something about it. I have already mentioned it. Jenny's scream didn't seem real to me, so she didn't feel anything, did Jenny?" Jenny nodded with a smile. Sue now put ten small bottles on the table. With a pipette, she took something out of the first bottle. It is fake blood.

"Please give me your hand, Ron. Please put your hand on the table here." Sue gave him a drop on the back of his hand. Ron rubbed the blood between his thumb and forefinger.

"So, do you feel anything?" Ron shook his head.

"Nothing." Sue now chose another bottle and gave him a drop of it. Immediately, his hand jerked back.

"Uiiii.. that burns like fire, Sue! What is that?" After a few seconds, this burning was gone. His skin looked the same as before. No external traces.

Sue explained to him the burning sensation on his skin.

"It's about the combination. The bloody cut in combination with this short burning will certainly please your Sandra." Sue now whispered,

"I'll put it this way, Ron: You could whip her to pieces with it without being in the hospital afterwards. And tomorrow you could do it again, maybe the other way around. That's what I meant by saying that these whips will be much more fun for you."

Ron smiled, gave Sue a kiss on the forehead without being asked.

"You're great, Sue. I take two pieces of each whip."

"I have eight different models, Ron. The crop, this nine-tailed one, the braided one, the bullwhip for advanced players, here is one that Indiana Jones likes to use..." Ron interrupted her, put his finger in front of her lips.

"All Sue! I said I'll take them all. All! Two of each please, and blood, a lot of blood! Why does this stuff burn so much?"

"That remains my secret, Ron. I make it myself. Fake blood does not burn. You're noticed that. I told you that I had mastered the Asian art of bondage. I also deal with the natural medicine of my ancestors. One of the many ingredients, including nettle extract, and all the others are exclusively natural products. Chilli is also a part of it. I have developed nine different degrees of firing. The actors should react as realistically as possible if, for example, someone gets their arm into a combine harvester or gets a knife in the stomach."

"Wow! Vegan blood! What was the degree of this second blood on my finger?"

"The first blood was neutral blood, used for make-up or to put it in the mouth. Also available as a capsule, for brawls. The second blood had the third degree of nine."

"And there are nine levels? May I please get something from the fifth degree?" Sue took the pipette.

"On your responsibility!"

Ron screamed very loudly, shook his hand through the air, hopped on one leg for a few seconds.

"Wow, that's very spicy, Sue. It was just a drop of it! If I put that in this crop, then a lot more of it ends up on Sandras nice Ass?" Beads of sweat stood on his forehead.

"Yes, then your pretty friend will probably spend a very pleasurable evening, which she will hopefully enjoy, because it stops after about three seconds as you have noticed yourself. The pain brings her pleasure. It passes away as quickly as it came. Then she probably wants to feel it again and again. She enjoys it even more because she knows that the injuries are just fake and the cut doesn't stay there, you know, Ron? Please start with level two or three first. You can order from me at any time. First test the reaction together."

Ron nodded.

"Thank you, Sue. I would also like to have something from level five and level six. You don't know Sandra yet. I certainly won't use it right away."

"Ok. You will find out what will be right for you. Jenny likes the seven very much"

Jenny smiled and shrugged in embarrassment.

"It takes some practice to handle the whips correctly"

Ron was impressed. A plan germinated in his head. Sue continued,

"I know a man. His name is Raul. He's a real artist at it. He can even paint pictures with these whips. You are welcome to call him. He used to be an actor and likes to slip into every role. He can show you how to get the maximum benefit for both of you."

Sue winked at him. Ron nodded politely.

"Do you have anything else on offer?"

"Of course. Come with me!" She showed him nippelrings that could be opened and closed magnetically.

"They last up to 300 kg" Ron bought them.

She showed him clothes that could be completely shredded and put back together.

"You can tear this top to shreds with your hands or with a whip. Just as you like"

He bought four different tops. In addition, three liters of fake cum with cum or banana flavor in six drinking bottles with straws. Sue packed everything in boxes and bags.

"Please refrigerate the cum and take it out of the refrigerator thirty minutes before use and heat it in a water bath. It should already be at body temperature."

Ron's gaze now fell on the photos on the wall. Large photos of beautiful women tied up in a very erotic way. All were nice. Thick, thin all pretty like a top model. Men were also depicted in a very aesthetic form.

"Wow, Sue! That's your art?"

"Yes Ron, Jenny takes pictures very well, doesn't she?"

."That's high art from both of you! I want such a photo of Sandra!" He paid for his purchases. "Maybe Sandra even wants one from you, Ron?" She winked at him. He tried to carry everything somehow.

"Jenny, would you help Ron please." He left the store together with Jenny. His car was parked two blocks away. Outside he saw Rick with his lightsaber. He was sitting in his car, talking on the phone and waving it wildly.

"Everyone has a quirk," Ron thought, including himself. He shook his head in disbelief,

"A grown man, a successful lawyer plays with a lightsaber from this Yodo or Yoda.

That has to happen to me first!"

He brought Jenny back to the store. Sue cleaned up.

"Sue, I have another question or request. Do you know a good agency that places actors? I need actors for a special event, as acting persons or as extras."

"Of course Ron, we're in LA. It is teeming with such agencies, but I can recommend two of them to you." She wrote down the numbers and addresses.

***

Sandra knelt on a bench in front of her desk. The photo on the screen worried Ron.

"Who is that? He doesn't look very serious?" The photo was a mugshot.

"The man's name is Thomas Henderson, Ron. A little crook. He wanted to kidnap me along with five others. Now everyone is in the hospital." Sandra giggled. Ron looked skeptical.

"They wanted to kidnap you? Be careful, Sandra. These guys aren't squeamish about a woman like you." Sandra smiled sweetly.

"Don't worry, Ron. They are donkeys. They underestimate me, probably think I'm just a fucktoy."

She looked at bags that Ron dragged inside.

"You went shopping?" Ron's eyes brushed her firm ass in those tight sports panties. She had the white shirt knotted under her breasts. He smiled.

"Yes, baby. Today it's time to punish you for your mistake? Do you remember? 2 weeks ago?"

Sandra looked at him with fiery eyes.

"They were hired by you, Ron! You tested me and I was too weak! Paying four guys to test me is not ok either! But you're right, Ron! I deserve a harsh punishment, please punish me very hard! You have an idea, Master! I see it in your eyes!"

"Yes! I have a good plan to take you to a new frontier! You will suffer and receive no mercy! Only the codeword can save you!"

"What is our code word today?"

"You say at first CODEWORD. Then I stopping. Then I ask you again. The Session is over if you say: Sorry Master! I was a bad girl!"

Sandra remembered this incident. It was mean of Ron to put her in this situation.

"It's my own fault! I shouldn't have let it happen! But now I'm getting a hard session with Ron as a reward," Sandra giggled inwardly.

"I love it!"

12 days before:

Ron wanted to go to New York early in the morning. After her intense workout and a soothing shower, Sandra decided to soak up some sun. She went to the sliding door and was startled at first. Then it occurred to her. Ron had said it a few days ago that these craftsmen were coming. There was a second access via a side door.

Ron had always deposited a key for handymen with the janitor. He always wanted to have everything accurate and cared for when he came home. She hadn't noticed it at all. One of the men was standing at the pool, two were taking care of the botany and one was finally repairing the broken stone slab in front of the pool. There she once got her little toe stuck.

"I can't get on my lounger without causing panic." Sandra noticed that she was naked.

"I think I'll dress me," she murmured.

She watched the men. She liked the guy by the pool immediately.

"Hmm.." she think. "He's delicious," but immediately discarded the thought.

She went to the closet and decided on a white bikini.

Bikini was exaggerated. The top basically consisted of two tiny white triangles that barely covered her nipples. The panties had hardly any more fabric. A tiny triangle in the middle, held by two thin strings at the hips. She put on sunglasses and pushed the sliding door aside.

"Good morning, I don't want to disturbed you," she wished cheekily and lay down stretched out on one of the large loungers.

The sun was already shining very intensely. The four men wore no shirts, only shorts. She watched the young man at the pool again.

"He's really hot," she thought again.

He was dark-skinned, his body very trained. His dark skin glistened in the sun. A well-trained six-pack was clearly apparent. His thighs were as thick as Sandra's waist. He was maybe 25 years old, his long raster hair was tied in a braid. Under the shorts, she could see that he is very well stocked. She immediately dismissed the thought.

The two gardeners were also dark-skinned. Both were also well built.

One was a little older, but at most 30, the other also around 25.

The man at the stone was South American, probably mestizo, also in his mid-twenties. Of course, the four of them have also noticed you. They looked at each other with questioning looks. Sandra closed her eyes. The idea of being ridden here by these four magnificent specimens made their inner life boil considerably. She said to herself:

"My goodness, Sandra, control yourself. You can't think about fucking all day."

She tried to gain control of herself. The men glanced at each other, but continued to work carefree. Sandra turned on her stomach, now watching the young man at the pool again. He tested the water and mixed some chemicals. She was too weak.

She took the bottle of suntan oil, whistled at the pool boy and pointed first with her thumb to her back, then to the suntan oil. He looked at her questioningly and pointed at himself with his thumb. Sandra nodded, and then he set his muscular body in motion.

Sandra laid her head on the lounger. His muscular hands spread the oil, first on her shoulders, then slowly down her back. Sandra felt him massaging her with firm grips. He obviously understood. She slowly felt the bubbling embers of rising in her.

He had arrived in the middle of her back. He opened the ribbon of the "bikini" without objection and then continued his massage down to his buttocks. Here, too, he opened the ribbons at the hips. Sandra breathed faster as he began to massage the insides of her thighs with his firm hands. His hand slid between her legs several times. Moaning, she opened her eyes and saw that the other three men were now standing around her.

"Oh my God, what are you doing Sandra?"

She couldn't believe what she was doing, but the ball had already started rolling. She could no longer slow it down. Slowly she turned on her back. The two triangles slipped off the mighty breasts, the panties were long gone.

She spread her arms and legs wide. She lay spread out on the lounger.

Eight hands now began massaging the entire front at the same time. The oil glistened on her skin. Sandra groaned lustfully. The men dropped their shorts and Sandra saw what she already suspected. Four mighty cocks!

"Oh, my God," she thought. "They will impale me and tear me apart with their huge stakes!" She got a gangbang in all the holes. Sandra moaned loud and let out very sharp screams in the meantime. She thought she was being torn apart,

"God, that's awesome.." she thought. Sandra was in ecstasy.

The short Gangbang Party ended abruptly when she recognized Ron out of the corner of her eye. He stood very casually in the doorway.

"Oh God! How long would he be watching there?"

Smacking, the men pulled their cocks out of her holes.

Horrified, she looked over at Ron.

"He will punish me for it! He's going to punish me very, very harshly for it!"

Sandra knelt on the lounger.

"Hi... It's not what you think... uhh.. shit."

"What do you think I could think, little bitch?"

Ron smiled mildly, reached into his trouser pocket, casually took out a cloth and pointed to her mouth.

"You've got something there, may I have a moment? I Think its cum?"

Then he dabbed some of the, gave her a gentle kiss and greeted her.

"Hi, am I still disturbing you during early morning exercise, baby? Every morning or just today?"

Sandra cleared her throat briefly.

"Yes,.. hmm.. just started, just warm up a bit. Why you are here, Ron?"

"The plane is broken, I'm flying tomorrow, baby!"

Then he turned to the four men:

"Freddy, Miguel, Noah and Jose! You have done a good job! Usually the men pay from the hooker!" Ron reached into his pocket. "It's different here. Here the men are paid to have fucked the hooker. Sorry, unfortunately you couldn't fuck her for long enough, but each of you gets $500!"

Sandra could hardly believe it.

"You pay them to fuck me?"

"No, Sandra: I'll pay them to test you. You've passed the test, baby! Now I have a reason to punish you severely!"

"You tricked me, Ron? You're hired them to fuck me? Why only four men?"

Ron laughed and addressed the men:

"Do you know more from your genre who would like to fuck the little bitch? Then we can plan a nice session for her!"

"We know a lot, Ron. We always have a two-day break after a day of shooting."

Sandra looked ecstatic:

"You are actors for Pornmovies? No gardeners?"

Freddy, the Poolboy smiled.

"Yes, that's right, baby. How many men should there be?"

The answer came from Sandra. She remembers her dreams:

"20! A whole basketball team!"

***

Ron put his hands over her breasts from behind. She moaned softly as he spoiled the mighty things with her hands. His gaze fell back on the mugshot.

"He wanted to kidnap you with five others? And what would they have done to you?" Sandra purred like a cat. She knew what he was getting at.

"I think they would fucked me hard! Maybe they would have tortured me because I have information they would like to have. That would be to be expected. There would be no codeword there."

Sandra kissed his cheek.

"That's the job. I have a dangerous but very nice job. I don't want to tell you everything, Ron. You might get scared for me otherwise, but believe me, I know what I'm doing. If I get into a dangerous situation, a S. W. A. T Team will get me out. We always have double control."

"We're sure to have a lot of fun today, Sandra. Are you ready for a long and special session with me?" Sandra looked at him with lustful eyes.

"Master! I will be available all night. I am your slave! Only you can do whatever you want with me!"

"Will it be particularly hard for me today?"

"Yes, I think it could be very hard. Are you okay with a hard session?"

"Yes!"

***

Ron could be a very tough master. He always had a precise plan. It already started with the clothes. He determined Sandra's clothes for each session. He laid everything ready, as he did today.

She had rested for the rest of the day.

"How will he punish me today?"

Her clothes today were not much. Sandra put the wide black leather strap around her neck. It was equipped with four thick rings. She put two more straps around her wrists. These were also studded with two rings. She put two more straps around her ankles.

These were also equipped with two rings. A heavy steel chain connected her to the front ring on her collar.

A small bottle with valuable body oil was also included. Sandra spread the oil over her body. It smelled fantastic. She couldn't classify what it smelled like, but she liked it very much. She wore her black hair down and that also got a small portion of this oil. Ron loved a wet look of her black hair. Her brown skin shone subtly. She was naked except for the leather straps.

Then she saw black box. A very valuable packaging. Carefully she opened the box.

It was relatively heavy. Sandra took it out.

"Oh my God? What a part!"

An anal dildo made of chrome-plated metal, 6,3 inch, five balls, the thickest of which ends with 2,2 inch in diameter. A plate with a diamond formed the end.

The sight of her was incredibly exciting. Her body resembled that of a goddess. With slow steps she entered the large living room. With every step she felt the big dildo in her ass. Sandra was already very hot. The door to the playroom was open. Ron had designed this room for himself and Sandra. Here they were able to live out all their fantasies.

Several steel constructions filled the room. Chains, ropes and winches could move Sandra into almost any position. An assortment of whips hung neatly arranged on a shelf.

An oversize mattress could be used for sex with several people. Here there too are many ways to bound Sandra. In this room they have already spent a lot of exciting, hours.

Ron was a master with the whip and Sandra enjoyed it every time.

Ron was a perfectionist. Whatever he did, it should be perfect. He hated mediocrity.

The light was warm. It had a slight flicker, similar to candles. Ron was dressed in tight black leather pants. He wore a white shirt, open in the upper area. He sat in a wide armchair. Sandra moved in his direction. She had to walk past the big table to do so. On this table lay an assortment that she didn't know yet.

She saw a bundle of whips in every conceivable design. She has been dreaming of making the acquaintance of a nine-tailed cat for a long time.

But dreams are different from reality. She reached Ron. He seemed stern.

"Stop slave!" Sandra stopped. He looked at her for a few seconds.

"Turn around! I want to see your ass!" Sandra turned around.

"Very nice, baby! You've got it completely in!"

A short, frightened cry came out of her mouth. Ron had a transmitter.

The thing in her ass began to vibrate. Sandra groaned.

"Oh.. nice"

"Give me the necklace!" Slowly he pulled her towards him.

"Crouch down, Slave!"

Sandra crouched down right in front of his wide open legs.

A steel crop touched her chin, wandered from there to her mouth.

"Lick the crop, slave!" Sandra opened her mouth. She felt the cold braided steel on her tongue. She felt the wetness between her spread thighs. The crop stroked her breasts. "Fantastic tits, slave!"

Sandra moaned softly as he touched her with light pressure. The crop wandered back into her pretty face. He patted her cheeks. Then he stroked down the clearly recognizable vertical line over her belly. The tip of the crop touched her Clit. Sandra moaned softly.

"Be quiet! Not a sound, slave!" At the same time, he increased the vibration. The crop wandered between her spread legs. Sandra closed her eyes as he opened her labia with the tip. She would have liked to moan loudly, but the master forbade her to do so.

"Very good, slave! You persevered! Open my pants!"

Sandra first undid the belt, then the buttons of his pants. As if on a feather, his mighty cock sprang towards her. She took him in both hands. The crop touched her chin.

"No hands! Put your hands on your back, Slave! Lick him!" Sandra opened her mouth. Her tongue wandered over his thick stake.

"Take him with your mouth, slave!" Sandra opened her mouth and took it.

"Deeper!" He purred at her.

"Deeper!" Sandra had about the half of his cock in her mouth.

"Deeper!" Sandra struggled. He grabbed her by the temples, pushed her head down,

"Deeper!"

A short electric shock flashed through her ass. She wanted to scream, but he pushed her head down until his entire cock was stuck in her throat.

Sandra gasped and gasped. His cock was completely stuck in her throat

"And now lick my balls!"

She tried to get her tongue forward. She gasped for air and he pulled his cock back. She snorted and gasped. Saliva dripped from her chin.

"Again!"

Again, his cock slid deep into her throat. Sandra sweats. Her head turned a little red.

She somehow breathed through her nose. After a few seconds, he pulled him back again. "Again!" He grabbed her head and squeezed her into his lap. Sandra gasped and gasped. Again he pulled it out. And again he gave the command

"Again!"

After this round, he patted her cheeks.

"We're still practicing this, slave!" Sandra nodded.

Ron knows that she could take him out within seconds. She would do the same with anyone else. This made it particularly appealing for him to have complete control over Sandra. Sandra herself loved the fact of being completely at his mercy.

"Get up." Sandra was happy to get out of this uncomfortable position. Her entire body was covered in sweat. Ron licked her breasts, took them in his hands.

"You are welcome to look at your pretty Boobs again. I think in two hours they will look different!"

Ron went to the fridge and grabbed a beer. Sandra knew these pauses. He was happy to do so. Ron didn't like any hustle and bustle in the session. Sandra should always have time to imagine what will happen next. When they are in the playroom and he beats her with the whips, it was not a wild beating. He took his time, two or three hours. For Sandra, this increased the pleasure and pain. She loved that way about Ron.

"Slave! You have behaved very badly. The court asks you: Are you guilty or innocent?"

Sandra nodded: "Guilty!"

"The court has decided to whip you as a punishment. Do you accept the verdict?"

"Yes, Sir!"

Ron loved this position in the playroom. Sandra's hands stretched vertically above her head. A hook on a winch held the bound hands in place. Two short chains led from the straps at her ankles to two rings in the ground. Her beautiful legs were slightly open. Ron loved the position because nothing bothered him. He was able to move around Sandra without being disturbed by barriers.

He also loved the position because her beautiful body comes into its own. The mighty breasts presented themselves demandingly. She showed perfectly modelled muscles on the firm stomach, the well-trained shoulders and legs. All in all, it was a fantastic sight.

He looked at its back with relish. This wonderfully formed back. The delicate, evenly tanned skin and the transition to her magnificent ass enraptured him.

Everything about her was flawless and pure. Sandra invested a lot of training and care in her body every day.

But now he has to destroy this work of art. He will work on this magnificent body with the whip. It's like shredding a work by Bansky.

"Slave! The court has determined the punishment!" Ron stroked around her. He touched her delicate back.

"You will be punished with the whip!" His hand wandered from her shoulder to her back. "You get 15 blows on your back!"

"You get 30 blows on your ass. Each side gets 15!"

"You'll get 15 blows on each side of your tender thighs!"

His hand touched her belly. Sandra flinched slightly at the touch.

"Hm, what a beautiful firm belly! You'll get 25 on your belly!" His hands reached her breasts. "What do we have? Do we have two beautiful big tits here just waiting to be whipped?"

He grabbed her by the chin.

"We are gracious! There will only be 35 on each side!"

Sandra licked her lips. Sandra felt the heat rising within her

"Oh! I've never been whipped like this before. What is he planning? He's going to whip me completely from all sides! It's going to be a great long night! He has a new whip."

"Do you accept punishment, slave?!"

"Yes, Master!"

"Ok! Let's get started!"

Ron chose the whip he had placed on pretty Jenny's thigh. He felt safe with that. The Cartridge has level 3, still in the moderate range.

He does not yet know how Sandra will react to this. He decided to take a test.

He stood in front of her with his legs apart, checked the distance and then he took a swing.

Smacking, it landed on Sandra's left breast. She threw her head back. She wanted to scream, but the burning on her chest was incredible. She was left breathless, but it was already gone after a few seconds. She loves that burning feeling, but it was very hard. Then she looked at her chest from above and let out a shocked scream:

"CODEWORD!" The small bloody cut looked like a real cut.

"Ron! I can't take 100 of that cuts! Please!"

Ron came to her.

"It was only the first part of the codeword. I'll show you something now and then you decide again." Ron moistended his thumb and removed the small cut. Everything looked like it did 2 minutes ago. No injury, no cut was to be seen. Sandra seemed irritated.

"Do it again! This burning is incredibly awesome!"

Ron swung again. This time he took her right breast. Sandra moaned loudly as the string touched her skin. Again Ron removed the cut.

"Well, what's your decision?" Sandra looked at her still flawless breasts, but this short burning created a bubbling ember in her body.

"It seems like magic! Whip me!"

He started on her back. Sandra let out a pleasurable moan with every hit. Her back was crisscrossed with fake cuts. Her butt was heavily marked. Her thighs and her belly lay in stripes. After 2 hours, her breasts looked like raw hamburgers. Sandra moaned and gasped.

She acknowledged most of the touches with "yes... yes... Oh... uiii... yes... ahhh.."

Ron liked this reaction. He knew Sandra well enough and this reaction showed her enjoyment, otherwise she would have shouted the codeword.

After two hours she hung moaning with pleasure sweating in her bonds

Her black hair dripped. Her body trembled with excitement. She was completely whipped from top to toe, from back to front. The cuts were visible crisscrossing her entire body. She was in an ecstasy. Sandra was outside the border. She felt incredible desire in her. She wanted more, more and more.

"Wow! That was the best thing I've experienced with you, Ron! Please fuck me! I want someone to fuck me right now!"

Ron put the whip aside. He began to clean her breasts with a cloth.

"Please don't! Please leave it there! I want to look at it! When are you going to fuck me!"

Ron smiled. He opens the door.

"I'm not going to fuck you! Later, perhaps! If your four new friends leave something for me!" Sandra looked at the door. She couldn't believe what she saw there. Freddy, Miguel, Noah and Jose! The Poolboy and the other 3 entered the room grinning.

"Wow! You finished the whore off very well, Ron!"

"Yes! She's yours! Fucked her hard as long as you want. I'll watch the Lakers against the Mavericks!"

Ron had freed Sandra from the shackles and led her onto the wide mattress.

"Have fun! She's going to finish you guys! She's going to suck you dry! She needs 2 in one hole!"

Ron sat down in front of the TV. The game gets start in 35 Minutes.

Very interesting noises came from the playroom. Ron smiled.

"These four guys will tear Sandra into pieces."

After 2 hours and 50 Minutes someone opened the door from the playroom. Freddy and Miguel dragged Sandra by the arms into the large room and laid her down at Ron's feet.

"She's done! She can handle a lot. We gave everything we had to get her ready."

Ron raised his hand.

"Wait, there are 2 freethrows for the Lakers in the overtime!" Sandra closed her eyes.

"He wants to see it through to the end. Even at the end there is still some humiliation."

Then he looked at Sandra. Her body was covered in a mixture of sweat, fake blood and cum. Her face was also full of cum. With a hoarse voice she breathed

"I am a bad girl! I am finished!" Ron looked at the clock.

"Ok guys! Good job! Today I get the money! I said everyone pays 10 dollars for the hooker! 40 dollars for me!" He made a demanding hand gesture and everyone laughed.

Sandra took a shower and the five men took drinks at the small bar next to the open kitchen. She came in a white bathrobe.

"Thank you guys! That was a fantastic experience!" Then she grabbed Freddy's crotch with a smile, grabbed his cock.

"You're a machine, Freddy! Everyone else too, but Freddy... oh my God, what a stallion! Thank you! Now I'd like a gin and tonic!"

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CM