Tied arms and legs, tightly sealed mouth, eyes closed with a thick scarf. I lay in front of my lover on the bed, and he, cruel, flogged me with a lash of soft leather. Getting off the plane, I knew that the punishment would be harsh, but still decided on it. I called him only two and a half hours after landing. And now the second day was paying for it. In between blows, we made love. Both were agitated by my wounded body, back and buttocks, covered with swollen strikes of blows, eyes wound up in perishable lust. I thought with horror that in just a day we would have to stop playing and have simple sex, otherwise the husband might notice traces of my adventures on the body. Everything must heal before my return. With difficulty we waited for the evenings, when both tumbled into his house after the working day. There he immediately stripped me and tied me to the legs of the bed, not even giving me food. I lay patiently waiting for him to cook and eat dinner. Having rested for two hours, the lover with new forces began to torture the wife of another person. Awareness of sin gave our relationship additional urgency. I dutifully demolished his mockery and was grateful for the humiliation and pain I received from him. My husband was always too gentle with me, and he had to “warm up” me for a long time before I was excited for sex. Now I flowed constantly. I started to flow at the same moment, when the whip for the first time touched my body, and even earlier, in anticipation, when I lay tied and represented everything that he would do with me. I was lying and trembling, and he was roasting meat, preparing a side dish, then eating with appetite, reading a newspaper, lying down on the sofa, watching news programs. And all this time I did not dare to say a word, because for this he could also punish me, however, not only with the whip, something more terrible would await me. One day I inadvertently asked him about something when I was lying tied like that. A lover lover cut my labia with a thin wire twig, and then raped me so that I could not walk after that all day. And although I really loved the pain, I still did not dare to take a risk and remind him of myself, being tightly bound. And now I breathed in the smells of food and trembled with impatience.

He finally remembered me. Entering the bedroom, where a naked, lusting woman lay, he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, then his trousers. Having undressed, he took a scarf from the closet and covered my mouth - the neighbors should not hear calls for help. When he picked up the whip, I groaned and rolled over onto my stomach with difficulty. The first blow I took was immovable, but the subsequent ones made my whole body shudder and arch. I thrashed around the bed as much as the shackles allowed me. Lover all lashed and lashed me, each time with a new force, changing the place of blows. Soon, on the back and buttocks, there was literally no inch left of the scarlet stripes. Then he parted my legs and with one push he was in my anus. From surprise, I even screamed, but immediately began to sit down readily on his rod, letting it go deeper and deeper into his ass. With bestial frenzy, I podmahivala pelvis towards the man's body. When it poured out, I felt a surge of new excitement, for I knew what would follow. So it happened. The man picked up the whip and again began to torture my back and ass, just take his sperm in himself. I moaned and squirmed. I prayed to God that the same would continue tomorrow and the day after, because there were days when we could be at home all day and night, without interrupting to have sex. The weekend is coming. I decided to give my husband a telegram that I’m lingering. At work, I can easily settle everything. If only the lover had no other plans for these days:

We met a few months ago. I also came to their institute on a business trip.Rising somehow in the elevator, I found myself next to a man who had some kind of irresistible attraction. I could not resist his invisible spell, as if they were pressing on me. Together we got out of the elevator and, without saying a word, headed towards the toilets. In the men's toilet cubicle, he tilted me to the toilet and, lifting the hem of my dress, he abruptly entered me, completely ignoring my feelings and needs. I did not remember how I sat out for the rest of the day, but I flew to the hotel as if on wings. In the evening he called me. In the restaurant, I was burning with desire again, therefore, barely crossed the threshold of his apartment, I took off all my clothes and attacked my lover. That evening, having enjoyed the love, he announced to me his rule. Always "lead the game" should only he. In the case of the slightest violation, I will be severely punished. Then I did not immediately understand what kind of punishment I was waiting for. And he showed me a clear example. Telling me to get cancer, he beat me on a bare pope with a belt. Of course, it was painful and embarrassing for me, but the main thing was unusual. I felt a surge of desire, which I was not slow to tell him. In response, the man laughed and again took possession of me. Ever since arriving in this city on a business trip, I immediately called him. But not this time. For too long, I have not been with him to allow myself to risk remaining unbeaten - unwinding on this visit:

The night flew almost imperceptibly, only the back and the priest were sore from long beatings. But I easily got out of bed and went to the kitchen to cook my lover breakfast. When he left the bathroom, the food was waiting for him on the table. He told a naked woman to bend down and, for a moment, lower the nipple of the breast into a cup of steaming coffee. I, frightened, tried to resist. Then the man forcibly bent me to the table and did what he planned to see. He squeezed my mouth so that I would not scream at the top of my voice. Burning, I shook my whole body, then, putting my hand to the crotch, I found myself wet again. My movement did not escape the lover's eyes. Easily bending me to the floor, he put his hand between my thighs.

“Well, how are you not ashamed to flow like that,” he shook his head reproachfully. - This is no good. Go and wash yourself.

Coming out of the shower, I saw ropes and a whip prepared for me. On bent legs, I went back to the bedroom and took my place on the bed.

I was still attached when he returned home.

“I brought something for you,” with these words, the man took a huge vibrator out of his bag. - You will wear it all the time. If I ever see you without him, you have to endure a lot, believe me.

I choked with pain and delight when he drove IT into my anus. Then the man undressed and began to smack me. I was sweating all over, I no longer had the strength to even moan, but he still lashed and lashed my ass. I did not even understand why I endure all this. I only knew that I terribly like it, although it delivers unthinkable pain and inhuman suffering. When he was interrupted for sex, to my surprise, I was looking forward to his graduation in order to indulge again in the rapacious flogging. I gave myself all to her. There was no piece left in my body that would not react to this perverse pleasure of pain. With all my being, I was aiming for a whip, with a force that touched my skin. For more than twenty years I have been faithful to my husband. Never even thinking about treason, I always started only from a long caress. And here: I was ashamed and sweet at the same time. I didn’t know what was more in my feelings, and it wasn’t important. And what was important was that I was lying here now, in front of him, and he is my strict patron.

Weekend flew like one day. But on Sunday evening I sadly told him that on Thursday I would have to go back home, and therefore the punishment should be stopped immediately.

“Why are you leaving for the weekend?” Why not stay until sunday?

- On Monday I work.

- There are airplanes!

- My business trip was urgent, so I was paid for the flight. And back - ...