Bondage Princess Caitlin

The Lashing Post

by BioDread

Caitlin Fairchild held Samantha's slender hand tightly. Kat's heart fluttered in her chest, her pulse raced as she slowly descended the winding stairwell with her raven-haired lover. Samantha was wearing a tight, black corset that cupped her bare breasts, sleek black hose encased her slim legs, a g-string flossed her small buttocks. Stiletto heels clicked on the wide stone steps, the silver studs of Samantha's leather collar gleamed in the golden candlelight.

Caitlin was barefoot, she wore white, see-through, silk panties and a matching white chemise. Kat's large, dark nipples were plainly visible through the sheer chemise, her erect nubs poked against the transparent material.

Samantha halted before a heavy, oak door bound with iron. A small, barred window allowed screams to escape. One young woman was screaming as Samantha and Caitlin waited for their Mistress's permission to enter, the cries of agony faded to weak moans, Caitlin could make out the slap of leather on flesh, her pussy shivered and grew moist, staining her gossamer panties.

"Enter," called out Mistress Gwen.

Samantha grinned up at Caitlin before unlatching the thick portal. The door's iron hinges squealed, Samantha pulled the tall redhead into the musky dungeon.

Caitlin saw four pillars of white marble set in a square within the middle of the dungeon. Three of the pillars had girls chained to them, all of the girls were naked, sweat soaked their slender bodies, their skins were covered with scarlet lines. Two of the girls leaned against their pillars, wrists manacled above their heads, rubber ball gags fastened inside their drooling mouths. Caitlin could smell the juices covering their inner thighs, the entire dungeon reeked of sweat and cum.

The third chained girl had her belly pressed against the smooth column she was bound to. The young blonde was crying softly, her back and buttocks were a mass of overlapping welts. Mistress Gwen was dressed in thigh-high black latex boots, a black, stud-covered leather bra, and a collar made of silver chain. The blonde woman's crotch was bare, her thick golden bush was drenched in her cunt juices, heavy drops of nectar slid down her thighs. Mistress Gwen opened the weeping girl's mouth and placed a red rubber ball gag inside, she secured the gag in place around the short girl's head, then slapped the bound young woman on the right buttock. The sharp pain made the naked girl moan into her gag, fresh tears slipped down her blushing cheeks.

"Get Caitlin ready," ordered Gwen, pointing at the unused pillar.

Caitlin licked her lips and allowed Samantha to lead her to the last marble pillar. A thick iron ring was set high upon the pillar, a heavy chain ran through it, both ends of the chain had sturdy iron cuffs. Since Samantha couldn't reach over Caitlin's tall shoulders, Kat put her own wrists into the cuffs and snapped them shut. With her hands above her head, Caitlin looked down at Samantha, the lovely brunette was pulling down Kat's damp panties. Before she left, Samantha placed a kiss on Kat's firm left buttock.

Caitlin looked up at the towering pillar that rose all the way to the ceiling. Kat pressed her large breasts against the cool stone, the thin chemise clung to her body, Kat's breath quickened, a drop of nectar escaped her pussy and slowly slid down her left leg.

Kat heard the clicking of Mistress Gwen's heels. She wanted to look over her shoulder, to see when her Mistress would swing the first blow, but she kept her face towards the ivory pillar, she pressed her cuffed hands against the stone, the anticipation building inside her belly.

Mistress Gwen's riding crop hissed through the air. Caitlin whimpered when the hardened leather struck, the skin between her shoulder blades seared. Gwen cracked the riding crop two, three, four times across Caitlin's spine. Caitlin's transparent chemise was sliced open, the crimson welts upon her hot flesh glowed. Mistress Gwen slapped her stiff rod over Caitlin's rounded ass, Caitlin moaned sharply and clung to the heavy chain of her cuffs, her bruised buttocks shook, her pussy was dripping steadily with honey.

The riding crop cracked over each of Caitlin's slim, wet thighs. Caitlin arched her back and gasped, she bit her lower lip, hugging the smooth pillar, her juices splashing onto the milky stone.

Mistress Gwen rubbed the tip of the riding crop over Caitlin's pussy. Caitlin closed her thighs, her fingers clenched the pillar as she felt the stiff leather slide back and forth over her puffy cunt, stroking her drenched, pink slit. The tip of the crop fondled Kat's engorged clit, Caitlin's long, bare legs buckled, she gasped and closed her eyes, rivulets of honey poured between her quivering thighs. Mistress Gwen slid the cum-slick riding crop between Caitlin's pert buttocks, she grasped Kat's torn chemise and ripped it off the tall girl's body, Caitlin groaned softly and rubbed her naked breasts against the pillar's smooth face.

"Do you like it when I lash you with my riding crop?" purred Gwen into Caitlin's left ear, her right hand cupping and squeezing Kat's gleaming buttocks.

"Yes, Mistress," panted Caitlin, turning to look at her keeper.

Gwen buried her right hand in Caitlin's sweat-soaked red hair, she pulled back Kat's head and devoured the naked girl's moist lips. Caitlin eagerly tongued her mistress, she moaned softly in Gwen's open mouth. Gwen licked Caitlin's flushed left cheek, then sucked on the side of Kat's neck. Caitlin rested her left cheek on top of her mistress's golden mane, she sighed with pleasure as the beautiful woman tasted her flesh. Kissing Caitlin's throat and bare shoulder, Gwen worked the riding crop inside Kat's taut ass, the slick leather slipping between the tender folds of Caitlin's soaked cunt.

Kissing the back of Caitlin's neck, Gwen stepped away and slashed down with the dripping leather crop. The hard leather cracked over Caitlin's left buttock, a long, burning welt joined the other angry bruises. Caitlin shuddered, the heavy chain above her shook, her fingers splayed open above her locked manacles. Gwen didn't stop lashing with the crop, she whipped with all her strength, the leather bit deep into Caitlin's buttocks, the luscious mounds shivered after every cruel slap.

Caitlin was weeping, her head lolled back, her mouth hung open as she gasped raggedly. Kat's soaked hair clung to her beautiful face, her large, green eyes were filled with glittering tears. Caitlin used the pillar to support herself, her long, slender legs quaked constantly, the iron cuffs around her wrists squeezed like vises.

Mistress Gwen raised the gleaming, black leather crop to Caitlin's full, trembling, pink lips.

"Kiss it, Caitlin."

Blinking tears from her wide eyes, Caitlin pursed her wet lips and kissed the side of the slick crop. Kat could taste her own cum on the hardened leather, she closed her eyes and licked the whipping instrument, she moaned with bliss.

"That's a good slut," smiled Gwen, caressing Caitlin's scarlet buttock with her right palm. The blonde dominatrix kissed Caitlin's warm neck, she buried her face in Kat's musky red hair.

Caitlin moaned softly and licked the length of the riding crop. She bit down on the hard leather when Gwen stuck a slender finger into her soaked pussy, the digit sliding easily into Kat's tight vagina. Caitlin held the leather crop in her teeth and bucked against the tall marble pillar as Gwen fingered Kat's pussy vigorously, the dominatrix's hand quickly soaked in Caitlin's sweet cum.

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