100 Strokes

She lay there, barely moving. I could hear the creak of the leather binding her wrists and ankles, the jingle of the metal hardware and the sound of her breathing. The dim light of the candles was enough to illuminate her naked flesh which shone with perspiration and oil. The scent of coconut drifted towards me as I moved closer, and the sound of my footsteps caused her head to turn.

She couldn't see me of course; the leather blindfold was buckled tight behind her, binding her long, dark hair in against her head. She mewled something into the gag, fighting against the unyielding silicone that filled her sensuous mouth. She didn't like it when I gagged her, but she knew why I enjoyed it. She knew why I enjoyed everything I did.

Approaching the bottom of the bed, her feet twitched. The soles wrinkled as she scrunched her toes, denying access to their soft smoothness. I chuckled, knowing what she feared I might do.

"Don't worry my dear," I murmured, placing a hand on her leg. Her skin was warm, and I felt her muscles move in reaction to the surprising touch. "Your feet are safe ... for now." She couldn't see me grinning as I said that, but I think she could tell I was by my voice alone. She moaned softly and turned her head away. She was bound face down on the bed, her limbs pulled away from her body to expose her center to me.

"Do you recall what I told you the penalty would be if you came without permission while I was away?" My hand traced up her bare leg, towards her thigh. She turned as if looking behind her and nodded defeatedly. She moaned and laid her head down, her breath coming quicker now. She pulled on the cuffs that held her wrists to the stout bedposts, testing their hold.

Now my hand caressed her ass, my fingers lightly following the border between thigh and buttock before climbing the firm roundness and laying a gentle smack on her cheek. Her buttocks jiggled and danced while I gave them a few more playful blows. I could see her pussy lips glistening already and felt her wetness with my fingers. These sessions always made her wet.

"100 strokes," I said evenly, massaging her ass cheeks. "One hundred. And you agreed you would take them all." She shuddered and gripped the bed sheet tight with her fingers. She had taken 20, even 30 before, but 100? Neither of us knew where her limit was, but we both knew we were going to find out.

The air between us filled with electricity as I named her punishment. Her body squirmed in anticipation, and her mewling pleas filled the room. My cock throbbed with the thought of what was to come, and I moved to the table to retrieve the implement with which I would punish her.

I held the thing in my hand, the wood of the handle firm but rounded, making it easier to hold. I ran the tip across my open palm and shivered; this would deliver exactly the amount of sensation I desired her to feel. Stepping towards the upper part of the bed, I leaned over and smoothed her hair back, revealing her ear. I slowly moved in to lick the outside of it, before sucking the fleshy lobe into my mouth and nibbling it with my teeth.

She shuddered from the feeling, then squealed into her gag when I released her lobe and stuck my tongue inside the opening. "After we reach 50, I'll take your gag out so I can hear you beg," I said softly, and moved back behind her, implement in hand.

Positioning myself so that I might be comfortable and still be able to reach the target, I looked up once more to ensure she was ready. Feeling that all was correct for me to begin, I gave her the first stroke, firmly but not rushing.

"One," I intoned, counting.

Her hips rose from the bed, and the muscles of her thighs and buttocks rippled. A light groan escaped from her gagged mouth, and I let her settle before once again preparing to deliver another stroke.

The second stroke was delivered a bit slower as I took my time, allowing the soft bristles of the makeup brush to glide down her soft folds before lightly brushing her clit.

"Two," I said smiling, enjoying the way the way her body responded to the light touch on her very sensitive clitoris. I waited again, letting things settle down and smiled at the thought of giving her 98 more slow strokes of the brush. I had told her previously that she would have to take all one-hundred strokes without cumming, and that if she did cum, I would reset the count to zero and begin over again.

"Three," I announced, and was rewarded with a gasp of surprise this time, followed by more squirming and loud breathing by the bound beauty who lay there helplessly aroused before me.

It was going to be a long afternoon. But we had turned our phones off and had nowhere else to be.