I often recalled Lin. Her seductive young body and luxurious semi-juicy ass captivated my imagination. On the day when I first saw her, I made an appointment at my home. Among my friends at the club, I learned that she was dancing a striptease in one of the nightclubs of Bangkok, often agrees to private orders and loves strong and confident men. Nothing was known about her attitude towards the sadistic games, but everyone knew about my passions at the club, and if she agreed to a re-appointment, then everything was fine.

On Friday evening, returning home, I learned from Larissa about her call and that they had agreed on Saturday. By the evening of Saturday everything was ready for the visit of the guest. Larissa wanted to take an active part in our entertainment, and we argued for a long time what to do with our charming visitor. Larisa insisted on hard sex with me, after which she would take up the victim, armed with a whip. I also wanted to properly whip Ling, paying special attention to the buttocks that captivated my imagination. In the end, we decided to make it more original and wrote the names of all our favorite games on pieces of cardboard that Lin herself had to blindly draw.

Just at the appointed time, the doorbell rang, and we hurried to open it. Lin in a gorgeous evening dress with open shoulders, a low neckline and lovely legs open to the middle of the thigh looked stunning. Her black eyes were beautifully inked with mascara, and the blood-red color of lipstick made it look like a vampire’s blood that tried. We offered her a light dinner with a glass of red wine, she did not refuse, and we went to the living room, where the table was set beforehand. In the course of easy casual conversation, we found out with the help of cunning diplomatic questions how far we can afford to go. It turned out that everything would be allowed to us, if only she could leave us on her own. On this it was necessary to sign a special contract - a common thing for all private parties, organized inside the club. But then Lin, coyly glancing at me and gently touching my leg under the table, said that for a lot of money we can afford not to worry so much about her health. After these words, Larisa carnivally smiled, but I felt a pleasant heaviness in the lower abdomen.

The amount negotiation was in itself quite exciting. As a result, we agreed on twenty-five thousand dollars. A check for this amount was immediately written out, and Lin, slightly violating the rules, immediately wrote in the contract that he had no complaints to us. After that, she became ours for all the time stipulated there, that is, for the whole evening and night.

We led our guest upstairs to our bedroom, where everything was prepared for evening entertainment. Our bed pushed back against the wall made room for our favorite machine with clips for arms and legs. Steel rings with leather straps gleamed ominously in the muted light of table lamps. On the coffee table in the corner lay several belts of varying thickness and width, all made of high-quality hard rubber. I especially liked one short one, but twisted from several interlacing strips that caused additional suffering. I wanted to try it out tonight.

Lin stood in the doorway, contemplating the sinister atmosphere in the room. It might have seemed to an uninitiated person that she was terrified. Larisa had to push her into the bedroom and close the door tightly behind her.

I imperiously took her hand and led her to the raid waiting for her. Overcoming sluggish resistance, I firmly hugged her and lightly bit her earlobe. Larisa, meanwhile, having approached from behind, deftly unbuttoned the buttons on her dress.I just had to run my hands over her shoulders - and it fell at her feet in a shapeless mass.

Under the dress, Lin had almost nothing. A narrow black bra, barely covering the convex nipples, and a symbolic square of panties, held by two thin threads. Lin's hips were quite full, although there was no feeling of excess weight, and they bumped into them, leaving light pink stripes. Waist in two girth of my palms struck the imagination. Even Larissa, who retained the slimness of an eighteen-year-old gymnast (but by no means fragile!), Could not boast of such a narrow waist. And when I put my palms on the luxurious buttocks of Lin, I almost whined from pleasure. Their tenderness and suppleness could drive anyone crazy. Lin led her to meet me and put her pubis against my cock that was sticking out my pants for a good ten centimeters. It was only a colossal effort of will that I forced myself not to throw her down on the bed.

Larisa meanwhile, busily tinkering with the clamps on the rack, beckoned Ling finger to himself. Pretty Asian dutifully went. Together with Larisa, we crucified her in seconds, leaving only the right arm and head free, after which we fixed the inclined movable board in a nearly horizontal position. Then Larissa, successfully living in the role of my assistant, brought a basket with squares of cardboard on which it was written what our victim would have to undergo that evening. Ling fumbled with her free hand for a long time, finally pulled out one, read it, and squealed merrily. I looked through her graceful back at the inscription. She read - “to withstand fifty blows without crying. The instrument of punishment to choose the most. " Hmm ... it looks like she will start screaming differently soon.

- Do you find it funny? - Larissa inquired, which, it seems, had the same thought. Swinging, she slapped her with such a slap in the face that the girl’s head swung to the side. Without giving herself time, she immediately repeated the slap on the other side. - Just try to utter a word, and I will finish you off so that you will only sleep on your stomach for half a year!

She easily managed to play the evil sadistic bitch out of herself, and I made a note in my memory that it would be nice to give her on the approaching birthday of a handsome young guy chained in the same way. And as a supplement to the gift - some elegant lash. And even better - more dick.

Larisa, meanwhile, nodded at the coffee table:

- Choose, and livelier!

Lin, blinking after slaps, peered at the belts spread out. Her eyes widened, whether from horror, or from the wealth of choice.

“That one without a buckle,” she said, reasonably assuming that it would be easier for her to strike the blow with such a belt.

“I thought so,” Larissa nodded and went up to the table, “only you missed from seeing that I put it on purpose so that the buckle was invisible.” What kind of belt can be without a buckle? She added maliciously.

I mentally applauded. Larisa approached me and tenderly embraced.

- I think it will be fair to divide fifty blows in half. What do you say? She cooed.

“Agreed,” I replied, and gently kissed her on the lips. - Start. Just do not get carried away. And ... do not touch her ass. Good?

“I want you to know,” Larisa said ominously, holding a heavy metal buckle over the bare buttocks of the victim, startled by this touch, “as soon as you scream, the rest of the blows will be inflicted on you exactly what you fear.” So be patient ... if you can. After all, I will try.

Lin all tensed, which was a clear mistake, and stared at one point. Larisa folded the belt in half, intercepted comfortably and whipped her across the back. The blow was good, a pink stripe swelled up on the body. My wife was in no hurry to deliver the second blow, considering how the place of the first one was gradually poured in red.

“We’re not in a hurry, are we?” - She inquired and immediately brought down a second blow on Lin's shoulders. The girl barely audibly groaned.Larisa really ...