The Hidden Labyrinth (Closed for Cgraven and Me)

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Alexandra examined her outfit in the mirror. It was the third one she had tried on for her appointment at 'The Manor'. It was the only BDSM dungeon for hundreds of miles and had a stellar reputation online. She had gone through a few outfits before settling on a form fitting black dress. It showed off her curves and hugged her in all the right places. She wore her black hair down, letting it curl gently around her shoulders. Alex wasn't skinny, but her hips and bust more than made up for the small tummy she had. Her makeup was minimal, but a hint of deep purple lipstick stained her lips.

She'd never been to a real dungeon before. When she had discovered an article about the BDSM Community online, Alex had gone on a deep dive and consumed every bit of media she could that portrayed any type of BDSM. If she was honest, she'd become a little obsessed with the idea of being in a submissive role to a powerful dominant.

The drive to The Manor took Alex an hour, an hour filled with anxiety. She almost couldn't believe how beautiful the Manor was on the outside. The building looked like an old Victorian mansion, painted in stark white with glittering gold trim. Even as Alex pulled up, she could see the figure of a man standing on the large porch.

As she made her way up the walkway, butterflies in her stomach, she could see the person was a young man with a shock of dark blue hair. His smile was warm as he bowed respectfully to Alex. "Hello Miss Alexandra, welcome to The Manor, my name is boy james, and I'll be giving you a tour today. Follow me." His tone was warm and Alex was soon following behind him through the large double doors to the front living room.

Large comfy looking couches filled the room, and her tour guide motioned to them, "These are our recovery couches for after scenes..." He motioned for her to follow him through the multiple rooms.

Alex's brown eyes were wide as she saw all manner of equipment for tying people up and humiliating them. Numerous rooms with different themes filled Alex's imagination with all sort of sordid images. It wasn't until they passed through the service kitchen that Alex noticed a thick wooden door inset with an iron door handle.

Without a thought she reached for the door, only to hear boy james clear his throat. "That way goes straight to the castle, why don't we go have some tea?" He seemed almost nervous.

Alex blinked and shook her head, she almost asked him what he meant but the look on his face told her he would say nothing more. With a deep breath, Alex grabbed the handle and opened the door.

She didn't remember stepping over the threshold, and soon felt herself tumbling to the ground. Except it wasn't paved ground, she was somehow outside. When Alex whipped around, the door she had entered had somehow disappeared. In fact the whole house was gone, and Alex was greeted with a seething dark mud wall. It looked to be at least twenty feet high, and Alex suddenly felt dizzy.

Her eyes rested on the ground that seemed to be spinning. Something in the air seemed to be effecting her, and within seconds, Alex was sure she could see a faint mist lingering at ground level. Small purple flowers puffed softly, letting out little wisps of sweet smelling vapor.

Alex's thought's were sluggish, but her body felt warm and like it was buzzing to be touched. With all the strength she could muster, Alex pushed herself up from the ground with a giggle, and made her way towards the only path carved into the wall. It was the only way she could go.

She had no idea where she was, but somehow right now she wasn't too worried about it.
 
The “Master” looked through the latest applications and requests to visit the “La Maison la Plaisir”. By necessity the selection of those allowed to visit the “La Maison la Plaisir”, was extremely selective. There was no need or wish to cater to the mere voyeur but only those that truly desired to partake in pleasure of a true BDSM encounter. Not the theatrics of BDSM but the realities of the “Life”. “This one boy James.”

James swept his blue hair from his eyes as he studied the application that the “Master” held. Miss Alexandra Summers . The application listed her desire to explore the pleasures of a submissive. A careful study indicated that Miss Summers had no real experience of being a submissive but there was something, an undefined desire that James knew peeked the interest of the “Master.” “This one I feel my be of interest to their Majesties. Allow Miss Summers to enter “La Maison de la Plaisir”.

Three days later James saw a new car pull up to the canopy entrance of “La Maison de la Plaisir”. James watched a statuesque dark haired beauty dressed in a seductive black dress; James took the embossed invitation from Alex. "Hello Miss Alexandra, welcome to the Manor, my name is boy James, and I'll be giving you a tour today. Follow me." His voice was soft and sensual. As they entered the manor Alex was greeted Large comfy looking couches that filled the room, and her tour guide motioned that, "These are our recovery couches for after scenes..." He motioned for her to follow him through a multiple room. James manors had assumed a more dominate manner as if he knew that Alex’s was interested in the life of a submissive. He noted that the girl’s shimmering expressive brown eyes took in all that surrounded her. Numerous rooms with different themes filled Alex's imagination with all sort of sordid images. It wasn't until they passed through the service kitchen that Alex noticed a thick wooden door inset with an iron door handle.

James smiled to himself as the striking dark haired beauty reached out her hand for the iron ring of the oaken door. It was as something mystical drew her to that door like a moth is drawn to the flame. James clear his throat. "That way goes straight to the castle, why don't we go have some tea?" He gave Alex a chance to turn back yet the young beauty hand grasped the iron handle as she pulled the oaken door open and stepped trough to the fate that awaited her.

Alex stepped through that oaken door, she stepped, from the reality she knew to a reality she could not even imagine. Alex found herself in what only could be explained as a gothic landscape. There was a path that lay before her that split in two. One path led to the right and one lay to the left. The one that led to the right was well trodden, Yet the one to the left those less traveled led to a portal that pierced the wall and called to the young beauty. Her decision made Alex followed the path. It twisted and turned, low bushes lined the path their gnarled branches reached out grasped and tore at Alex’s dress. Finally, Alex saw an open door that showed a light. As she entered a man hooded and dressed in black closed and bolted the door behind her.

“Girl what is your name?” The man was of average height, but his build powerful, he was bare chested, and wore leather pants. He slowly circled Alex, study every sensual curve of her gorgeous young body. “How old are you?” Like summer lightening he sharply swatted her firm little derrière with his riding crop. “Answer girl.” Again, he circled Alex, then stood before her, he slipped the riding crop between Alex’s legs. The soft leather tab of the ridding crop beneath Alex’s skirt and slowly and sensually raised the skirt of her dress. The leather tab of the crop seductively caressing Alex’s inner thigh.
 
Alex found herself at a fork in the path. Her mind was still buzzing as she took mere seconds to decide to go through the portal. She was surprised to find she wasn't panicked or worried, she was sure it was something to do with the strange flowers she had encountered. A shiver went through her as she felt a strange sensation as she stepped through the portal. It was as if a hundred hands had been caressing her for a split second before she emerged on the other side.

She took in her surroundings, barely feeling the brambles and branches tearing at her dress. By the time she approached the door, the hem of her dress was torn, and a large tear at the side of her dress, exposed the pale skin of her left side.

She only paused for a moment before she entered the door. Slight shock registered on her face as she spun around at the sound of the door being closed. The man before Alex made her eyes widen as he spoke in such a commanding tone.

Her head snapped back forward, and Alex tried to form words as the man seemed to circle her like she was prey. The swat to her ass made Alex yelp as she tried to speak, but the feeling of the riding crop caressing her made her stumble.

"I'm...Alex...I'm 21," She managed as she tried not to squirm away from the new sensation between her legs, and the caress of the leather on her inner thigh. A shiver went through her before she realized there were questions she should be asking herself.

"Who...who are you? Where am I?" She asked softly, unable to muster any kind of command in her voice.
 
"I'm...Alex...I'm 21," the young beauty stammered. "Who...who are you? Where am I?" She asked softly. The hooded man slapped Alex’s soft sensitive inner thigh a stinging blow. “You will not speak unless you are spoken to girl!” The riding crop sensually crept higher, the leather tab tapped Alex’s inner thighs. “Spread your legs Alex.” The braded shaft of the riding crop was now sliding between Alex’s panty clad labia. Each pass of the braided shaft working deeper and deeper into her chaste young body. Soon the darkhaired beauty could feel every ridge of that braided shaft grating across her hooded clit coaxing it from its hiding place.

The hooded man continued his assault of Alex’s clit and pussy. He looped a rope around Alex’s slender neck and led her to a bench. “Place your hands on the bench and lean over.” The man adjusted Alex’s position until her firm young derrière was high in the air and sensual presented to him. He lifted the helm of her torn dress up over her derrière, then pulled down her panties before continuing teasing and tormenting Alex’s clit. “Tell me Alex how many have enjoyed your sweet sexual charms?” The man gave Alex’s firm butt a sharp blow. “How many girl?”
 
The blow to her inner thigh made all of the air leave Alex's lungs in a rush. She couldn't help but bite her lip to stop a whimper escaping her. The pain lingered and Alex found she didn't mind the feeling so much. When instructed, Alex spread her legs a bit wider and was rewarded with the feeling of the crop between her lips.

A soft whimper escaped her then, as she willed her hips to not thrust onto the crop as it continued to rub deeper into her panties. She could feel the warmth between her legs growing with every press of the crop against her clit. Whimpers escaped Alex and she barely noticed when a rope was looped around her neck.

She followed behind her captor, and without hesitation, bent over the bench as she was ordered. His hands on her were rough but commanding, and soon, she could feel cool air on her bare ass. She was sure he would have seen the small wet spot on her panties that the crop had produced.

"Ohhh..." She whimpered as she felt a touch on her clit. A sharp squeak of surprise escaped her as another blow landed on her ass, "I've...only ever..slept with 2 people..." She whimpered, part of her wanted to look back and see what the man was going to do to her, but she knew there would be punishment for it. Her body shuddered in anticipation.
 
The soft whimper that escaped Alex’s moist ripe lips pleased the hooded man. The way she meekly submitted to being lead by the rope around her slender neck and obeyed every command he gave this vibrant young darkhaired beauty only increased his pleasure with her. The sharp squeak of surprise that escaped those mist ripe lips as another blow landed on her ass, "I've...only ever..slept with 2 people..." She whimpered. “ Is that the truth Alex?”

The hooded man did not wait for Alex to answer but gave her three quick blows with the riding crop across her pert little derrière. He loved the crimson stripes that decorated Alex’s soft flowless pale skin. He could smell her fear, yet he also smelt the sweet musky fragrance of the girl’s arousal. “Only Two?” The man’s voice carried a note of sarcasm. “You have wasted that gorgeous young body sexual potential girl!” His voice had risen to a sharp crescendo. “Strip girl, everything and be quick about less I love my patience. The hooded man took a step backwards, Alex could hear the crop hitting the palm of his hand as he waited impertinently for her to obey his command.
 
Little sounds of pleasure and pain escaped Alex's lips as she felt the three quick blows to her ass with the crop. She could feel the warmth that rose from the marks the crop left on her. The cool air caressed them, making Alex shudder.

The sarcasm in her captor's voice made Alex flush red with embarassment. She had never seen the real draw of sleeping with multiple people, it had also been before she discovered what BDSM might inspire in her.

When he commanded her to strip, Alex didn't even hesitate. She could feel her excitement building as she heard the sound of the crop hitting his palm. She stood, her back still to him as she pulled the hem of her dress over her head. He'd already stripped her of her panties, and she soon made quick work of her bra. She let them fall in a pile at her feet, and pushed them under the bench to get them out of the way.
 
The hooded man watched with mild detachment as Alex stripped. She had kept her back to him and for that she would pay dearly. He was impressed with the sensual fluid motion as the girl went about her task. The smooth sinuous curve of her torso, the swell of her hips, and the perfection of her heart shaped Derrière decorated with the crimson stripes his crop had given her.

“Turn around Alex I wish to see your naked perfection. He had no doubts that she would obey him, there was something in this stunning young beauty’s very nature that seemed to compel her to submit. “Place your hands at the nape of your neck and your elbows straight out.” When Alex had assumed the position, he slashed her across her breasts and nipples .” Never turn your back on your betters Alex and never hide your body and its charms from them.

Once more he circled Alex his eyes hungerly roving over her supple young body. He stopped in front of Alex and reached into his pocket and withdrew a vicious looking pair of nipple clamps. Their serpent sharp teeth eager to sample Alex’s tender pale pink rosebud nipples. “Do you know what these are?” he waited for the girl’s answer before he commanded that she tighten them until he said “stop”.
 
Alex still felt like she was in a haze, her body was singing from the things her captor was doing to her, and Alex was finding she liked it more and more. She turned for him, and bit her lip with shyness. She could feel his eyes on her as she moved her arms to the position he'd commanded.

She didn't realize, until she was in the position, how exposed she was. It pushed her breasts out and her already hard nipples, tightened at the exposure to someone's eyes. A soft cry of pain escaped her at the sudden attack on her breasts with the crop. Her cry of pain turned into soft whimpers as she watched him circle her.

The clamps he pulled out made Alex's eye's widen. She'd seen them online, but she had never used them. She took the clamps from him and began to clamp them onto her hard nipples. A hiss of pain escaped her at the sudden biting pressure.

His instructions were clear, and Alex began to twist the small knob on the bottom of the clamp, the pressure increasing to almost mind-numbing pain. Alex panted softly as she waited for him to tell her to stop, small tears of pain slipped down her cheeks, but she could feel the need inside of her. She needed to obey, and it felt like nothing she'd ever experienced before.
 
The command to tighten the wicked nipple clamps until he told Alex to stop. This was the first real test of Miss Alexandra Summers commitment to a life of submission, a life where her wishes and desires were to always be subordinate to the will and desire of others. The hooded man watched as a tear trickled down Alex’s flawless cheek. He watched Alex twist the small knob on the bottom of the clamp, the pressure increasing to almost mind-numbing pain. Alex panted softly as she waited for him to tell her to stop, The hooded man remained silent until her a thin trickle of ruby red blood marred the perfection of her breasts. “You may stop Miss Summers.” God this man knew her name, not only Alex, which she herself had told him, just what else did he know about her, about her life or family?

The hooded man finally said that one word that he knew Alex longed to hear; “Stop, that is enough for the moment Alex. The stunning young beauty was panting and gasping trying to catch her breath. But the important thing was despite all she had obeyed. There was still more that Alex had to endure before she was allowed to leave, to explore the labyrinth and what it had to offer the naïve young beauty.

The man dragged a hair from behind bench which Alex had leaned across. He took his seat and then called Alex to him. “Miss Summers you will lay across my lap, hands in the small of your back. Do you understand.” He waited for her acknowledgement. “ You shall then be spanked. After each spank you will say, Thank you Sir may I have another. You shall do this until you have received 20 spanks. If you do not answer quickly or if you lose the count we will start again.”

His hand came down hard on Alex’s already stripped Derrière. “That is number one Miss Summers.” He waited for the girl to ask him another. And so, her second test began.
 
Alex was starting to see stars. The continuing increasing pressure from the clamps on her nipples was becoming harder to bear. Her eyes closed as she let out a breath through clenched teeth. She didn't even notice the small trickle of blood the came from the jagged teeth of the clamps.

The relief of no longer tightening the clamps overcame Alex and almost made her miss him calling her by her last name. She wanted to know how he knew it, but she knew better than to ask now. When he issued a further command, Alex had almost thought her torture was over. "Yes.." She said softly.

The chain connecting the clamps jingled as she moved over to the man and laid across his lap. A soft wince escaped her as the clamps pressed into her chest as she moved her hands to the small of her back.

Her already pinked cheeks stung with his first blow and Alex cried out, "One. Thank you Sir, may I have another...." She whimpered. Her body sang with every blow to her pale ass cheeks. She could feel a surge of heat with every smack, going straight to her core. Alex was sure within a few spanks, she would be dripping.

She couldn't describe the mix of feelings within her. The pain was mixing with pleasure and her brain wasn't sure how to process it. She knew she should be worried, but right now, the sensation of stinging slaps mixed with the piercing pain of the clamps was making her head spin.
 
With each stinging blow to Alex’s pert little up turned ass, the musky fragrance of the young darkhaired beauty arousal grew stronger and stronger. The hooded man wondered idly if this stunning young beauty would actually cum from the pain of her cruelly clamped nipples and the stinging slaps to her upturned ass.

This was not the first time that he had a young beauty in his hands, and he was a master at combining pleasure and pain until they became one overpowering sensation that feds a need deep within her that she may not even be aware of. He was impressed that Alex lay submissively on his lap, her hands in the small of her back as ordered. Alex had never missed the count but sweetly named the count and asked imploringly “ Sir may I have another.”

Now was a time for a little reward for this obedient young beauty. When she had reached twenty Alex immediately softly asked “May I have another Sir.” Had he heard correctly that Miss Alexandria Summers really asked for her spanking to continue? Now after each blow he allowed his hand to slip between Alex’s thighs to toy with the girls throbbing clit. Now for the first time the hooded man offered Alex a choice. “Miss Summers would you like to cum? All you have to do is to beg for what you want.”
 
Alex lost all coherent thought, the pain and pleasure had taken over her brain and all that mattered was counting out the stinging spanks. She could feel something building within her that felt nothing like an orgasm. She nearly begged for another spank when she realized she had gotten through all twenty.

Her captor seemed to approve and was soon alternating between rubbing her aching clit and continuing his spanking. Moans and cries escaped Alex as she tried to form the words to beg for release. Her ass was one fire, but the feeling of it was going straight to her pussy.

"Please....Sir...please may I cum?" She mumbled, tears slipping down her cheeks. She knew it was going to be unlike any orgasm she had ever experienced. Her body shook in his lap as she clenched her hands together and tried to muster more pleading. " Please Sir...I...I need..."

Alex couldn't beg anymore, and as soon as he gave her permission, Alex's body spasmed on his lap. Her pussy flooded with juices and stars exploded behind her eyes as she felt as if she wasn't in her body for a full few moments. Her body laid still as she panted through the floating feeling combined with her orgasm.
 
The hooded man reveled in his command over this sweet young beauty and her submission to his demands and will. He smiled as Alex beg and pleaded "Please....Sir...please may I cum?" Alex’s voice was a passion chocked gasped whisper. Her head hung down and her delicate hands remained clenched at the small of her back. " Please Sir...I...I need..." Alex’s voice trailed off in a sensual little whimper. “Yes Miss Summers you may cum now.” He rolled her clit and then rain down several sharp stinging blows on her punished ass as Alex came. Alex’s pussy flooded with juices and stars exploded behind her eyes the intensity of her orgasm burned through every fiber of her gorgeous young body. Alex laid still as she panted through the floating feeling combined with her orgasm.

“ Get up Miss Summers!” the tone of his voice left no doubt in Alex’s young mind that this was yet another order. “You may remove your nipple clamps.” The hooded man knew that the pain would be excruciating as blood rushed back into her tortured nipples and wondered if the pain would drive the darkhaired beauty to her knees. “Here wear this Miss Summers.” He handed Alex a robe that was belted, its helm barely covered Alex’s naked pussy, and the neckline plunged down to the belt baring the sensual cover of her breasts barely covering her nipples.

A blue haze filled the chamber, once again the fragrance of those strange flowers filled Alex’s nostril. When the haze dissipated Alex was alone in the room and a portal opened on the far side of the chamber. It seemed to beckoned Alex to come. Outside darkness surrounded Alex above a pale moon continued her flight across the night sky. Thin tendrils of misty fingers seemed to reach out to capture the virgin moon. The path twisted and turned until Alex was hopelessly lost in the labyrinth. Suddenly Alex’s heard the soft haunting reframes of a young girl’s voice seemed to beckoned Alex on. Given what had happened before would she dare enter the portal. A shadow passed in front of the portal, the shadow of a woman. She moved with a sensual fluid motion. “Come my dear enter and embrace an unimagined pleasure.”

Inside the chamber waited a stunning young redheaded beauty dressed in a black corset, and thigh high leather boots with six inch stiletto heels. “I said come hear dear!” that soft feminine voice carried the sharp note of command.
 
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Alex was shocked out of her first taste of sub space when her captor commanded her to get up and remove the clamps. She had no idea the pain that she was about to experience. She let out a loud cry as she fell to her knees after releasing both clamps at once.

Stars once again erupted before her eyes as she felt the blood rush to her painfully sore nipples. His words about a robe he was holding, had Alex silently slipping it on. Her mind was still in a daze as she tied the robe

Before she knew it, the sweet vapor from the flowers before filled the room and her mind felt light and empty. She could feel the hem of the robe rubbing along her sore bottom, and it made a soft giggle erupt from her. Most of the mind-numbing pain was gone, and Alex didn't realize the more she inhaled the vapor, the less anything hurt at all.

She was suddenly alone and Alex knew she would have to leave through the portal in the room. The night seemed beautiful and it almost occurred to Alex that it had been daytime when she had entered The Manor. Almost.

She followed the winding path, feeling as if she was doubling back on herself with every turn she made by moonlight. The headiness of the flowers was starting to wear off and Alex was almost about to panic when the sounds of a sweet voice greeted her ears. Her offer was more tempting than anything Alex had ever heard, and without a second's thought she entered the portal.

The woman's clothing made Alex's eyes widen in envy and lust. She dared step closer to the woman, unsure of what to expect of her.
 
The young redheaded beauty rested propped up on her elbow. “My aren’t you a pretty little thing my dear.” The woman, no she was more a girl than a woman, was the first impression one got of her, but her scanty corvette and her figure left no doubt she was a woman, though a young woman. “And who may you be?” the girl asked in a soft sultry whisper.” She smiled coquettishly and Alex and crooked her finger for the dark haired beauty to come closer.

“My name is Gwen. Tell me my dear have you ever been with a woman before, felt the sensual caress of her hand?” The woman ran her delicate hand up under the helm of Alex skimpy costume. Her fingers made idle little circles on Alex’s lily white inner thigh. “Remove your robe Pretty I wish to see your supple young body.” There was lust in the young redheads eyes as she cooed her commands to Alex. “What is your name girl?” Gwen gave Alex a most lecherous smile as she cupped Alex’s pussy and rolled her clit under her thumb. “Kiss me pretty, kiss me like I am your lover for that is what you will be my sweet!” Gwen voice took on a sharper tone.

Oh, this was going to be fun Gwen so looked forward to playing with this gorgeous young dark haired beauty.
 
Alex didn't think she'd ever seen a more beautiful woman in all her life. Gwen practically oozed sex and Alex knew she would do anything she said.

"I haven't...been with a woman..." Alex admitted shyly. She didn't know why but the sudden feeling of the woman's hands on her made her suddenly want to melt. A soft cry escaped her as she breathed out her name to the woman.

Her command of a kiss had Alex leaning forward and pressing her soft painted lips to Gwen's. Her hand slid up to curl into Gwen's red hair as her tongue slid into the other woman's mouth. Alex had never considered herself really bisexual, but this woman was making her feel all sorts of things.

She kissed her as if she were her lover, letting hand hand trail through Gwen's hair before resting on her chest, above her breast. Alex was panting slightly as she pulled her lips from the woman's. "Like that?" she asked breathless.
 
"I haven't...been with a woman..." Alex admitted shyly. Gwen loved the way this tasty little morsel blushed so innocently. The young beauty came to Gwen when she crooked her finger. She was pleased when Alex leaned over and kissed her as if she truly was Gwen’s lover. Alex’s hand slid up to curl into Gwen's copper tresses as her little pink tongue slid into the other Gwen’s mouth. Alex seemed to be lost in their sensual kiss. Gwen’s tongue danced with Alex’s as the redheaded little dominatrix slowly seduced the young darkhaired beauty.
Alex was panting slightly as she pulled her lips from the woman's. "Like that?" she asked breathless. “Yes my pretty just like that.” Gwen placed a single finger on Alex’s moist ripe lips. Gwen hand reached up as she slowly pulled the belt that held Alex’s robe closed. “I thought that I told you to remove your robe my Pretty.” As Gwen’s voice curled around Alex’s senses her robe fell open. Gwen eased back the material bearing Alex supple young body to her. The robe slipped from Alex shoulders to leave her naked before Gwen. “Your name my Pretty!” Gwen’s voice had taken on a sharp note that hinted at displeasure with Alex.

The stern look that marred Gwen’s face eased a bit. “I am Mistress Gwen Come kneel at my feet girl.” Gwen ran her fingers through Alex’s dark rich hair, she let it drip from her fingertips. “Young beauties that do as they are told are rewarded with pleasure, but young beauties that do not must be chastised. Tell me Pretty what should I do with a young beauty that does not do as she is told immediately?” Gwen fisted Alex’s dark shimmering hair, she yanked Alex’s head back. “Well, my dear.
 
Alex felt herself blush as Gwen told her she had done as asked. As the woman undid her robe, Alex rolled her pale shoulders and let the thing fall at her feet. The cool air of the room hardened her nipples as Gwen stepped back and asked her name.

"Alex...Mistress..." She added at the end hoping to take some of the bite out of the other woman's words. When she was ordered to kneel, Alex did as she was asked. She slid to her knees before Gwen and sighed as she felt the woman's hand in her hair.

When she jerked it back, a soft cry of surprise escaped her as she looked up at Gwen. Her face shone the beginnings of submission, she wanted to please this woman.

"I...I don't know, Mistress..." She mumbled as she lowered her eyes in submission and guilt. The array of feelings within her were still confusing her. The pain from her earlier session had dropped down to a dull throb and here she was begging for more. Alex wasn't sure how far she could go, but she knew there was no stopping now.
 
"Alex...Mistress...”
“Alex” Gwen cooed letting the young darkhaired beauty name drip sensually from her lips as she ran her fingers through Alex’s hair. When she yanked back Alex’s head by her hair and savored the soft cry of pain that bubbled from Alex’ lips. Gwen saw the first signs of true submission in Alex’s tear shimmering eyes as the girl’s angelic face gazed up at Gwen. Gwen saw Alex’s earnest to please.

“Young beauties that do as they are told are rewarded with pleasure, but young beauties that do not must be chastised. Tell me Pretty what should I do with a young beauty that does not do as she is told immediately?” Gwen cooed. "I...I don't know, Mistress..." Alex softly mumbled as she demurely lowered her eyes submissively. “Well then you must dance for me Alex.”

As Alex rose to her feet to do as her mistress ordered Gwen drew a whip from her couch. The whip dangled by her side. She gave the whip a little shake and the leather thong slivered to life.
 
Alex sighed softly as Gwen let go of her hair and ordered her to dance. Slowly, she got to her feet and blinked in surprise as the other woman pulled out a whip. She stepped back and began to swing her hips seductively, her arms began to snake over her head as her whole body began to move to some unheard sound.

Normally Alex would have been embarrassed to be dancing in the nude for some stranger she had just met, but nothing about today had been normal.

She ran her hands up her body from her hips up to her breasts, her whole body singing from the touch. She wasn't sure when the whip would lick her skin, but she could feel the anticipation bubbling inside of her.
 
Gwen watched as Alex ran her hands up her body from her hips up to her breasts, Gwen knew that Alex whole body was singing from the sensual touch of her own delicate hands. Gwen could see the fear and anticipation bubbling inside that gorgeous young body of Alex. Gwen smiled wickedly she flicked her wrist, and the leather thong of the whip came alive to lick at Alex’s firm young breasts and her sensitive nipples.

“Dance Alex, dance for me my pretty!”

Again, and again the leathery tongue lashed out lick at Alex’s gorgeous young body and decorate her flawless pale skin with a fine lace work of crimson stripes. Gwen forced Alex to seductively dance to the tun the whip piped until Alex collapsed panting and gasping for breath. Her Mistress’ only response was a flick of her wrist, the stinging bite of the whip and the command, “Dance Alex, dace for me.” Gwen had pushed Alex to the point of exhaustion. Gwen longed to hear Alex beg for her to stop, that she would do anything she desired.
 
Alex writhed and moved as the whip bit into her sensitive flesh. The bite of the whip was different to the crop her earlier captor had used on her. The sting of the whip lingered intensely for a few moments after the touch was gone. It took everything in Alex not to cover her most sensitive parts to keep them away from the touch of the whip.

But she did as she was told, moving and trying to dance as her body became a painting of pain. She panted as her moves slowed, her body shuddering with every movement. Sweat poured from her as her lips trembled.

"P-please Mistress...no more....please anything else..." Alex panted with tears streaming down her cheeks. She didn't know how much longer she could stay standing, the combination of pain and exhaustion making her feel like she could fall to her knees at any moment.
 
"P-please Mistress...no more....please anything else..." Alex panted with tears streaming down her cheeks. Gwen smiled evilly as she cooed “Anything Alex?” Gwen gave another flick of her whip. The leather thong curled around Alex’s hips to sensually lick at her labia.

Her point made that Alex’s only choice was complete submission to her will. “Lay down on my couch Alex I wish to pierce your clit.” Gwen looped the whip around Alex’s slender neck, she drew the exhausted beauty to her and claimed Alex’s lips in a long sensually seductive kiss. A kiss Gwen let linger and deepen until time stood still. There was no past, there was no future, there was just here and now and this one kiss. When Gwen broke their kiss, she left Alex breathless.

“Now Alex lay on the couch and spread those delicious thighs of yours.” There could be no doubt in the young beauty’s mind that Gwen would pierce Alex’s clit or continue to whip her.
 
Alex could feel the beat of her heart in every place the whip had struck. She let out a loud cry as the whip licked at her labia and did as Gwen asked. She had no time to be scared or nervous, and anyways, there was no room in her mind for those emotions right now.

The kiss took her breath away, and Alex barely registered what was going on around her. When she was instructed to lay on the couch, she did so without hesitation.

"Yes Mistress..." Alex nearly whimpered as she spread her pale thighs, exposing her neatly trimmed pussy to Gwen. Even as she laid there, the pulse of pain through her body was making her shudder, the feelings it was inspiring in her were things she'd never felt before.
 
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