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Post by Valter on Sept 1, 2007 16:17:14 GMT -5
::He presses his lips against it, closing his eyes in expectancy::
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Post by Porcelain on Sept 1, 2007 16:20:27 GMT -5
Good pet.
Now, I am going to begin cropping you. I will do so lightly, and increase in force with each strike. I will give you thirty strikes, and then I will be done. I want you to count out loud after each strike, and I will pause after every ten. Should you neglect to count a stroke, I will add five more to the number.
*Without any other words, she struck him gently, beginning the use. The first strike was light, and landed lightly on the left side of his ass. She continued, back and forth, left, right, up to ten, striking progressively harder, but careful not to strike the same place twice for now.
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Post by Valter on Sept 1, 2007 16:26:42 GMT -5
::He grunted with each strike, shifting at each just a bit, to ease the pain. Never did he stop counting, even when he yelped due to the pain, or pleasure. Gasps for air were quite common, as well::
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Post by Porcelain on Sept 1, 2007 16:28:37 GMT -5
*Pauses at ten, and rubs a hand against your ass, red and hot now.*
You are doing quite well, pet. But can you hold up until thirty...?
*Strikes again- 11. Again, and again until twenty, striking hard enough to cause a noticeable amount of pain now.*
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Post by Valter on Sept 1, 2007 16:32:54 GMT -5
::His breath's pace quickens at the pain, words managing to come out, loud enough to be heard. Distorted they were, yet he managed to reach twenty, even if he shifted a bit uncontrollably against the stool::
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Post by Porcelain on Sept 1, 2007 16:35:57 GMT -5
*Stops to give him time to recoup again, rubbing his ass gently*
I will need you to tell me how you felt about all of this afterwards, so focus on what you are feeling right now. Even if you do not enjoy pain, it will be a large part of your training. However, always know that my main objective is to bring you pleasure.
*Continues her use now, striking again 21- Again, harder and harder until thirty- A very hard strike. Harder than she would strike him for a long time, but it was necessary to be sure that he was willing to serve her. There would be welts on his skin for days, reminding him of their session.*
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Post by Valter on Sept 1, 2007 16:39:36 GMT -5
::He would sob softly, breathe cutting as he did. Thankfully, he managed to hold through the thirty strikes, his ass red at that:: Pain. . . of course, mistress. ::Shifting every few seconds, still::
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Post by Porcelain on Sept 1, 2007 16:41:47 GMT -5
*Smiles tenderly, kneeling in front of him*
You have done very well, pet. Should you still choose to submit yourself to me, I believe you will make a very good pet.
*She slid a hand down his body, to his length, curious as to weather or not this pain has excited him.*
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Post by Valter on Sept 1, 2007 16:43:12 GMT -5
::A rock could be deemed soft against his length, as he nods:: Yes. . . mistress. I submit.
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Post by Porcelain on Sept 1, 2007 16:46:08 GMT -5
*Stroked him gently, pleased at his reaction. He had some potential after all. She began to stroke him gently, allowing the pleasure to overwhelm the pain. As much as she hurt them, Jade always ultimately gave their pets the pleasure they sought, even when it came in the form of pain. In time he would come to find pleasure in the strike of her lash, and the feel of a crop against his skin.*
Moan for me, pet...
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Post by Valter on Sept 1, 2007 16:53:05 GMT -5
::And so he does, moans escaping his lips as she strokes him, his eyes closed, the pleasure quite quickly overwhelming::
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Post by Porcelain on Sept 1, 2007 16:54:45 GMT -5
*Withdraws her hand*
Go sit down on the couch, with your legs held apart from one another. Do not move from that position, and you do not ask me if you may come. I will give you permission when the time comes, but do not do so until then.
*Stands, waiting for you to obey her.*
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Post by Valter on Sept 1, 2007 17:08:05 GMT -5
::He nods, shaking as he moves to the couch, sitting as commanded, waiting then, his breathing still erratic::
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Post by Porcelain on Sept 1, 2007 17:10:08 GMT -5
*Joins him at the couch, and quickly changes her mind, pushing him against it so that he is lying down, and straddling him, eyes dark with passion*
Tell me what it is you would like me to do, pet... If you do not answer, you shall leave here unsatisfied.
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Post by Valter on Sept 1, 2007 17:14:32 GMT -5
I. . .would like you to use me. . .to pleasure yourself. ::He blinks, straddled down::
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