NSFW - Lien-da & Elias - Bondage

[justasevil_twin]

Repeating here just in case :

NSFW!

TW: Bondage

TW: Sex

Will add on anything else if needed.

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[justasevil_twin]

"Yes yes, it's all the same... I'm rather tired of it." Lien pulled her hands back and grabbed the ball gag. She shoved it into his mouth, and then tied it, making sure it held. Once it was set, she pat his cheek twice. "I trust you're not useless enough to choke on your own spit."

She walked behind him again, fingering her whip. "Let's see if we can't make this any more entertaining..." With a flick of her wrist, the whip came. But this time, she wouldn't pause between attacks so he could recover. Five cracks in the air, five stings on his body, all across his back, rear, and his legs.

Sorry this took so long.

[onceandneverking]

Elias wasn't able to say anything before the gag was shoved into his mouth. He whimpered at the words and his ears fell down again. He had messed up again. He should have said something else. He should have made a comment about how she taught him to use his tongue or his body to service her. That would have been better, not the same old 'I'm useless'. Except she constantly reminded him he was useless. Being forward might have seemed too uppity and got him in the same situation.

The lesson was obvious; there was nothing he could do right.

The screamed as the whip lashed across him. He arched and shook, trying to stay standing. He couldn't go lax now, she wouldn't forgive him. The pain burned across all the places she hit. He groaned as he stayed standing on shaky legs. His fingers flexed as he tried to push past the pain. His breathing was heavy through his nose, tears stinging his eyes. Despite it all, he was still hard. The pain kept him that way, even still.

life happens, no worries

[justasevil_twin]

What Elias wasn't realizing was that he never would be right. Lien knew how to twist every word and action into what she wanted. She had to be the one in charge, the one to point out flaws, and nothing else. But this wasn't some deep psychological problem she was suppressing - she knew what she was doing to his mind and enjoyed every second of it. His agony was intoxicating.

Once her whipping was temporarily finished, she walked to see his face. Were those actually tears in his eyes? How deliciously pathetic. She rolled up the whip and attached it to her belt. She then grabbed his crotch hard with one hand. "To think that you get off on being told what a waste of skin you are... You must get stiff all the time. It really tells me you're nothing special." Then with both hands, she unzipped him, and the firm grip was now directly on his manhood.