Page 22 of Claimed and Shamed

“What is this for?” She raises an eyebrow at me.

“That’s for when you can’t have me. You can use that. As long as you think of me when you use it and I get a video of the whole thing. Those are the rules.”

“Hmmm…I guess I can live with that.” She squeezes it with her hands and activates the vibrations. “Oooooh, and it vibrates? That’s going to be fun.”

“Well, don’t use it too much. Save some for me.” The way I say it is sterner than I thought it would come out, but maybe it’s for the best. I want as many of her orgasms for myself as possible.

She reaches in and pulls out a black paddle with the word “slut” engraved into it in red. Her fingers trace the letters.

“That one, we can start with,” I say. I grab it out of her hand and her eyes follow it, clearly intrigued. “Get on the bed on all fours and pull down your pants and panties.”

She does as she was told and I kind of liked how obedient she is being. It is very unlike her, but I know it is because she’s excited to try something new. She’s always in a good mood when we explore new kinky fuckery.

“Are you a good slut?” I ask, gliding the paddle across the skin on her ass so she feels the leather on her.

“Yes.” Her voice is shaky with anticipation.

“Are you my good little slut?” I lift the paddle a bit and watch her brace herself. But I started caressing her with it again, instead of hitting her.

“Yes.” I can hear the disappointment in her voice. She was waiting for the hit. “Please Hud—”

Smack!

The leather cracks like a whip against her skin as the paddle connects with her ass.

“Ahh!” she cries out from the sting of the impact, and I marvel at the red outline of the letters appearing on her ass.

That’s fucking beautiful.

“So how does that feel?” I ask, rubbing the leather against her skin again.

“I liked it. A lot,” Stephanie admits, wiggling her butt.

“You should go look in the mirror and see the letters on your ass.” I chuckle and she jumps up to check herself in the full length mirror.

“That’s actually kind of hot,” she says admiring her butt in the reflection, and running her fingertips along the letters. “At least it’s somewhere easily hidden.”

“Only you and I will know it’s there,” I respond sternly.

“So what else have we got in here?” She’s excited and diving back into the bag again. “Oh, what’s this?”

“It’s a flogger,” I answer. “Do you want to feel it?”

She nods eagerly, eyes wide with wonder. I love seeing her excitement, but she really is such a slut for her kinks.

“Bend over the bed.” I stand up behind her and position myself to start swinging the flogger around her butt. I do this for a few seconds, building up the suspense of when I’m going to hit her, until, I finally start making contact with her skin. The flogger makes a continuous slapping sound and she moans lightly.

Then, I add more force and the tendrils of the flogger crack like whips against her. I see her wince at the stinging impact. I hit her with the flogger several more times, until I start to see red lines appearing all over her sexy ass.

Her butt is now a work of art, of my own creation.

***

Stevie and I had went to a sex dungeon once, in secret, but only because it was a masquerade. I wore a Phantom of the Opera mask and she wore a cat-eye lace mask. We checked out masks with our friends first to make sure we had hidden our identities well. I walked in wearing plain back pants and shoes, but Stevie went all out.

She wore a black lace dress to match her mask, but the skirt was sheer and she had a black lace thong on underneath. The silhouette of the strings of her underwear was one of the sexiest things I had ever seen and I wanted nothing more than to pull it off with my teeth. In the middle of the lace dress, was a bejeweled heart that led to a halter tie around her neck. Her breasts bulged through the lace.

She looked stunning, absolutely breathtaking and I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.