“Good Girl.” Neil slowly walked around the room in a deliberate tease. He could see Marie listening, tilting her head to try and find him in the room. He went to the table, looking at the arrangement of toys, deciding on his next move.

Already drunk on the series of violent orgasms she’d already indulged in, her ability to shout, cry out, or fight Sir in any way was impossible. All she wanted was more. She was very willing to beg for it. It would be so easy to give into exhaustion and call her safe word. That would ruin the fun, even yellow would make Sir pull back enough to make it not a punishment and more of a simple play session. Something masochist boiled deep inside her. Marie wanted to know what her husband was capable of. If he could shut off his own hard limits, and push her till she was so well used. She was no longer the level headed wife and mother. Now she was nothing more than a desperate body that craved the depraved acts he wanted to perform. It was his, he owned her like this. She gave herself over to him so willingly that she was about ready to scream and beg for more.

Right this instant.

The potential that Sir had shown since he finally opened up to her kinky needs was nothing short of amazing. He had become borderline sadistic in the way her craved her submission, and how he totally controlled her. She was his perfect little kitten. If she could, right at this moment, she would lick his feet. Marie’s hunger was voiding out the fact that her arms were starting to ache in their position. That her pussy had gotten so wet, the juices and the seed were dripping down her thighs. The chill of the cellar finally caught up to her, and she trembled, gooseflesh painted her body in tiny, pretty little bumps. Her nipples distended to a point of pain they were so hard.

Neil stood naked. He stroked his cock as he watched his wife.

God she was beautiful.

He could do almost anything to her. She had told him what she wouldn’t allow and it gave him plenty of scope. Neil’s cock got hard and warm. He pulled the foreskin back, letting the swollen crown pop free of the tight restraint. A shine appeared as the pre-cum slipped out of the slit and spread as his hand caressed the mushroomed head.

Neil took the flogger. One Marie had chosen online, a pink handled affair with soft leather strips, also in pink. He walked behind her and gently flicked his wrist, letting the falls stroke her buttock. He twisted it and flogged the other cheek. Neil continued flogging her firm ass until a light redness appeared. He moved to the table and picked up the riding crop. Returning to his position behind her once more, he trailed the tiny leather tip of the crop down her spine. He started between her shoulders and slowly ran it down to the cleft between her cheeks. Gripping the handle more tightly he flicked the crop tip over her buttocks several times.

It felt like tiny bites and kisses all over her buttocks. The sweet swat of the leather strips gave her just enough pain to find moans break through her parted lips. Her body had come down but not fully. Her body felt happy and tender from the forced orgasms that had rendered her euphoric. By God, she wanted more. Was she crazy? Was she a freak? Was she totally insane that she wanted to beg him for even more?

Whatever the answer, she didn’t care.

The sweet slap of leather as it impacted filled her ears. All she could focus on was the pause, and then the rush she got after her ass got tormented by the delicious strips of leather. Marie wiggled and moaned. Her tongue flicked out and brushed against her bottom lip. The lips of her pussy were slick and she tried to rub her thighs together to take off some of the pressure from her clit. The combination of Sir mixing the wicked flick of the crop and the many leather falls made her body purr.

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