There was another pause. Slave mulled that the man was trying to break her mind.
She didn't have time to linger on this idea as a leather paddle tapped her exposed pussy lightly. IT was rubbed on her thigh. Lila said, "Say it Slave. Tell him what he wants to hear."
Let me go. Take off my blindfold. Give me back to Master. "I want you to paddle my pussy. My bare open pussy."
She was rewarded for the answer with a few quick slaps between her legs. She felt her skin start to hum. "Beg," Lila said. "Tell him why."
Slave took a deep breath. "I'm a pain slut. I want to please you. I want to show how good I am for you. Please, please, please, Sir," was that too many pleases, "Sir, I desire that pain. I want you to whip me til I beg for mercy."
He spread her pussy lips exposing her clit. The flat paddle came down hard. Slave cried out, her body jerking under the strain.
A few slaps, light taps, as if he were thinking. "Lila, skirt off. Slave is going to please us both."
Lila's legs were pressed into the bed on either side of Slave's head. Her pussy was nearly dripping on Slave, who could smell it. "We'll go until you bring dear Lila to orgasm."
Slave licked at Lila tentatively at first. The paddle slapped repeatedly building in intensity. Like a horse being whipped, the sensation spurred Slave on. She frantically lapped at Lila's clit. Slave wrapped her arms around Lila's legs, pulling her close.
Slave's screams were muffled and short. Determined to bring Lila to orgasm quickly. The paddling stopped momentarily. It was replaced with the gloved hand. Her pussy was again spread open. It was like an electric shock going through her body when he slapped her. She shook and jerked and whimpered and moaned. After the shock passed, she renewed her efforts on Lila.
He spanked her open pussy until she could nothing but scream. He let it fall closed, but continued spanking. With his free hand he stroked a finger into her dripping hole.
Lila's moans grew louder. Slave sucked, drinking up the juices. Suddenly, Lila gave a familiar shout as her body shook with orgasm. Lila's body slipped to the side. Sir kept thrusting a finger into her slick folds. The glove felt like invasion, but still it drove her wild. She lifted her hips in offering, spreading her thighs further.
She burst when he kept stroking slowly. "Please, Sir. Make me come. Fuck me. Take me. I really need to come. I want to come on your cock. Pound me." Her head fell to the side as her words floated away from her.
His finger removed. "You said you would beg me to stop whipping you."
She didn't counter with her own words, instead biting her bottom lip. She nodded. He slapped her with his bare palm- one, two, three. Then he pressed his finger against her clit, twisting. And then back to the slapping. Her body was pushed to the edge quickly, if he continued she was going to come. And she cried out, "Please stop. I'm going to come. And I can't take the pain anymore. It's just- oh god," she whimpered, her body tense and she was nearly sobbing.
There was light murmuring and then rustling clothes. And then his weight on the bed braced over her, his body barely brushing hers. His hand was between them, guiding his cock into her waiting pussy. He thrust into her, slowly, as her body hugged him, muscles tensing around him pulling him deeper.
He thrust in and out, hard and fast. as per her begging. She kept murmuring encouragement to him. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."
And then there was an explosion of color behind her eyes as she came. Her legs wrapped wantonly around him. All the stings were soothed, all the pain was vindicated as she came. And she was nearly oblivious to her blindfold, his weight and his cock still pounding into her. She felt at peace for a moment.
And then above her, he groaned and shuddered. His body tense as he came inside her. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close as he fell on top of her.
He rolled away quickly, his groans reaching her ears. She perked. He sounded like, but it couldn't be, his voice. His feel, his demeanor. She put her hands up and rubbed at her blindfold.
"Now?" Lila asked.
"Yes," came the reply, resigned, tense, anxious.
His weight left the bed. "Sit up," Lila said, tense. Slave sat up quickly, as Lila undid the knots at the back of the blindfold.
The light in the room was low, mainly candles and Slave winced, acclimating to it all. As if waking up from sleep she stretched, and realized she was naked and still wearing heels. She looked around the room, to lay eyes on the stranger or not, the man, who had stretched her limits.
That rat bastard, she thought. Master grinned at her, from where he was sitting in his chair. "You made me proud Slave. I enjoyed watching you react to a stranger just the way I'd trained you." He watched her as she stared at him, disbelievingly. "Nothing to say?" he asked, finally.
She shook her head. "You didn't' sound like you, really." She reached down and took of her shoes. She stood and walked to him, as if not believing he was real. "I don't know what to think."
He pulled her into his lap. "Did you enjoy yourself?"
"I don't know."