MRWADE56.STY BY MASTER WADE
Julia's Begging: Part Seven
More from Julia
I lay there suspended in the air, juice streaming from my hole
into the can below and shreds of nylon stockings hanging from my legs.
I know it sounds nearly unbelievable, but I began having another
orgasm even before Master began using the cane on me. But as powerful
as the orgasms were they still did not begin to satisfy this aching
that I felt in my cunt. As the waves of passion swept over me in the
orgasms that I experienced that afternoon I felt an emptiness in my
hole which, if it could have been filled, would have taken me higher
than I have ever been before.
As Master approached me with the cane I began grunting, trying to
beg for something to fill me, but unable to form the words, due to the
pain and the passion interspersed within me. I grunted the word,
"cock", over and over, but was aware that it was too garbled to be
understood.
Master began at my feet again, hitting me with the cane with
short, swift strokes that set my skin on fire. This time he moved
quickly up my body and I began to long for it on my nipples, but he
never touched me there and moved quickly back down to my legs again.
Up and down my body he moved, caning me, using me, making me more
submissive than I ever believed that I could be. The orgasms were
coming almost continuously now, sweeping over me one after another. I
needed something in my hole so much, and I tried to move both of my
hands to my belly to touch myself there, but was too weak to even move
my fingers.
The cane was moving up my legs once again, and I suddenly
realized that perhaps he would use it on my cunt! I trembled
violently with that realization, filled with fear, but even more
tremendously with a need to feel that very thing. He was striking the
insides of my thighs now and moving higher and higher. I couldn't
make the words come, but in my mind I was screaming at him: Higher!
Pleaaaaaaaaase Master!!! Cane my slut cunt, Master!!! Hit my pussy!!!
Beat my fuck hole!!! Hurt your slut, Master!!! Whip my my hungry,
empty, cock-loving, juice dripping hole!!!!! Now!!!!
When the thin cane did in fact strike my cunt it hit both of my
cunt lips, my clit, and my asshole all at once. My body was filled
with a jolt of pain and pleasure that made me go rigid with such force
that, as Master later told me, it knocked the cane from his hand. He
retrieved it quickly and swung it immediately at my cunt again,
continuing to strike me there over and over as spasms wracked by body
and as one long scream escaped my lips.
I passed out then and hours later when I finally came to I found
myself still suspended from the rings in the basement room. Master
had waited patiently for me in the leather chair, and when he saw that
I had awakened, gently took me down from by spread-eagled position
above the floor and lay me on the mattress. My body ached with pain
from the whippings and beatings, but there was a calm and a sense of
fulfilment that I hardly know how to describe that accompanied the
pain and which made it totally acceptable to me.
He lay beside me on the mattress, holding my hand and telling me
how precious I was to him and how much he loved me as he allowed me to
recover from the ordeal which I had experienced. After quite some
time he asked me to sit, and I struggled to a sitting position, very
much aware of the pain that I still felt in my ass-cheeks and even in
the lips of my cunt.
Reaching beside him on the floor, Master took the coffee can and
showed it to me. It was full to the brim with cunt juice that had run
from my pussy while I had been suspended in the rings.
"There was more, Julia. The can overflowed and your juice
streamed out onto the carpet. Look at the stain where it spilled
out."
I looked over to the spot where the can had been placed and saw a
dark stain on the carpet which was approximately three feet wide in
one direction and at least two feet wide in the other direction. I
shuddered at the submissiveness that such a sight indicated.
"It took more than just the discipline to create the opportunity
for such an out-pouring of fuck, Julia. Every experience that you had
today was planned to bring us to this very moment. It was no accident
that you "ran into" Pat in the grocery store. I had told her to
expect you and had told her what to do when she saw you. Jeff did not
just call on his own, but called at my request, and was prompted to
say exactly what he said to you. Enrico came to you just at the
moment that I had instructed him to, and fed you his fuck just as I
had asked him to do. Pat rang the doorbell and fisted you, just as I
had planned for her to do. As my slave slut you are entitled to the
most erotic encounters that any woman could ever hope to experience,
and it is a joy for me to provide them for you. Drink the juice,
Julia."
Shaking my head slowly in amazement, I turned the coffee can up
carefully and drank my own fuck juice as I stared into my Master's
eyes. It took a long time to drink it all, but in spite of the fact
that it is embarrassing for me to admit it, I loved every drop of it,
and can only hope that my Master will allow me to drink it again very
soon. Perhaps I will suggest that he get a bigger can.