Clara & Rick

[Becaa57]

I listen very carefully to his instructions knowing that if I don't I will be punished, and while I have no idea what that would entail I don't want to find out now

When said to begin with Position One
I unzip my dress and slip out of it
Not only am I without panties, I'm not wearing a bra either

I carefully fold my dress and put it on a chair, that's more from my history with Max

Then spread my legs, hands behind my head heart pounding
being naked in front of this man I barely know
but knowing it will be even more embarrassing soon

 

[m_caravaggio]

I begin to walk around Clara, observing every detail of her body, which shows many stretch marks and cellulite—including on her breasts, which are medium-sized and sagging. Her hips are narrow, and her belly is prominent and slightly soft, just like her breasts. From where she is standing, I can see her exposed clitoris. She feels insecure about her body. Her gray hair partially covers the collar, and she keeps her gaze lowered; her eyes are light-colored.

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"You did a good job with your waxing," I compliment her.

She remains motionless. Her nipples betray her state; she is clearly aroused by the situation, but I’m not going to stimulate them just yet.

"Position two, now," I say, gesturing toward the red table for Clara.

 

[Becaa57]

I go over to the bench, laying on my back, feeling almost like I'm at the Dr's office

I put m legs up, spread them, and then using my fingers pull my pussy open for inspection

I know I'm already wet and blush from that

 

[m_caravaggio]

Clara follows the instructions to the letter. She climbs onto the table and lies down, spreading her legs and exposing her vagina. She parts her labia with her fingers. I see she has done an excellent job of grooming; not a single hair is visible in the entire area.

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Even though we haven't started any sexual activity, her vagina is already wet and ready for use. But I am still in the inspection phase.

"You did a good job with the grooming," I repeat.

She remains motionless and silent, awaiting instructions.

I walk around the table, fighting the urge to touch her body—to squeeze her hardened nipples or touch her exposed clitoris.

"Position three, now," I order.

 

[Becaa57]

As I'm laying there, I can't tell if he is pleased or not with what I've done

He hasn't even touched me yet, just watching as he moves me from one position to the other

the final one is #3 and he orders me into that one

I find it's not that easy to turn over on the bench, but I manage without falling off

getting on all 4's then lowering my top so that my face and chest is resting on the table

I reach back and pull my cheeks apart for his inspection

I'd had the most difficulty shaving this area, but I manged I hope to get all the hair removed

"Ready Master"

 

[m_caravaggio]

I watch Clara obey my orders without question. She positions herself—with some difficulty—on the table (which is relatively narrow) and holds the requested pose.

I spot two marks on her backside: one on her back and another on her buttocks—both thin scars from years ago. They were likely caused by a long, slender object, such as a bamboo or metal rod.

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"Spread your buttocks wider," I order.

Her hands immediately pull her buttocks further apart, fully exposing her anus, which gapes slightly.

"Very good; stay in that position," I say.

Her vagina is a bit wetter than before; I notice that my commands are eliciting a strong physical response. I like the way her body reacts, and—honestly—I hadn't expected Clara to have such abundant natural lubrication; it was a surprise that pleased me greatly. Very much so. The entire area around her anus is hairless—an invitation to use it—but I hold back for the moment.

"You can get up now; I’m going to put you on the X-frame to test your pain tolerance," I say, and Clara begins to climb down from the table.

 

[Becaa57]

Clara gets down from the bench

She walks towards the X-frame, it looks simple enough but he'll have to fasten her in

"Facing you or the Frame Master?"

 

[m_caravaggio]

I guide Clara to the X-frame and begin securing her wrists to the top section, facing forward. Next, I fasten her ankles; she is restrained but retains some range of motion.

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"I’m going to start by testing the sensitivity of your nipples." As I say this, I begin squeezing Clara’s right nipple with my fingers.

I watch the growing discomfort in her eyes as I increase the pressure. I press harder until Clara lets out a soft moan, and I know I’ve reached her pain threshold. I repeat the process on her left nipple with similar results. Clara is quite resilient, enduring the pain with admirable strength.

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Clara’s vagina is visibly wet. I run my fingers over her clitoris and vulva, and they come away soaked.

"I don't recall giving you permission to get aroused like this. Do you have an excuse?" I ask.

 

[Becaa57]

This was a first for me, the X-frame it wasn't uncomfortable, but it wasn't comfortable either, leaning more towards uncomfortable because zero padding on this.

I watch his eyes as he starts with my nipples, squeezing them, when I don't flinch or pull away he squeezes harder
Hard enough that I moan softly, although I know I could take worse

What does throw me is when he mentions that he hadn't given me permission to get aroused"

"I'm sorry sir, I cannot control that, this is something I've been trained to do"
"Get aroused in situation like this"
"I'm sorry"

 

[m_caravaggio]

"Let's work on your self-control a bit," I say, releasing Clara from the X-frame.

I place her back on the table and pick up the thin-strapped leather whip. I position her with her legs spread and her vulva exposed; everything is soaked. Before starting, I grab a fluffy white towel and dry the area as best I can. The towel ends up quite damp.

I begin striking Clara’s breasts with the whip, making her count each of the ten painful blows—five on each side. Once the strikes are over, I have to dry Clara’s vagina again, as it has become wet once more.

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"I’m going to strike your vagina ten times now, and I want it to stay dry," I say, then begin to strike, aiming for her clitoris—which causes Clara immense pain.

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[Becaa57]

Back on the table, strapped down to keep my hands from covering myself

She moans as he whips her breast 5 each time, trying to count them
Not lose count oh god, never lose count

When he finished she knew she was soaking wet, Max had trained her for years
to get wet when he whipped her, the wetter the better

But when he moved to whipping her pussy, that's when she lost it

Again counting the strokes, each one turning her on more

On the 8th, again a direct hit on her clitoris

She screamed as she orgasmed from it

"OHHH GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD"

 

[m_caravaggio]

When the eighth lash struck Clara’s clitoris, she exploded into an intense orgasm. I kept a stern expression to show disapproval, but inwardly, I was more than satisfied. The goal of BDSM, above all, is to provide pleasure to the participants. I proceeded with the final two lashes, striking the side of her vagina and the insides of her thighs.

While Clara was still in the throes of her orgasm, I dropped the whip and began rubbing her swollen clitoris with my fingers.

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"Since you came without my permission, I’m going to rub you until you come again," I said.

Her vagina was completely drenched, and my fingers slid easily over it. I inserted a finger to gauge the effect, but the focus remained on her clitoris. When I realized she was close to a second orgasm, I increased the intensity of my movements.

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[Becaa57]

After her orgasm, when he chastised her, she replied
"I'm sorry sir, I can't control that, will try harder next time"

She had barely recovred from her first one, when he started fingering her
not gently, but she wouldn't have wanted gentle now

his fingers waking up the pain that his lash had given her, prolonging it
watching her with his eyes, almost like he's studying her
she just doesn't even try not to be aroused, letting him bring her up and
over the edge of her next Orgasm

She cries out again as it comes, not as intense as the one he whipped out of her
but still very strong

when it finishes she lays back panting

 

[m_caravaggio]

I watch Clara’s body after her second orgasm; her vagina is still twitching with faint contractions, and her breathing is rapid. I take in every mark left by the whip across her breasts and pussy. The sight of her on the table—legs spread, breath coming in ragged gasps—is incredibly arousing, and I can’t hold back. I strip off my pants, revealing my erection to Clara. She gazes at it with a look of admiration; I’m relatively well-endowed, with a penis measuring about nine inches.

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“Stand up, lean forward, and brace yourself against the table—get ready to be penetrated,” I say.

Clara steps down from the table and moves into the position I described. Instinctively, and without being asked, she spreads her buttocks wide to better expose her genitals. I step up behind her and press the head of my penis against the wet, pulsing entrance of her pussy.

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“Ready?” I ask.

 

[Becaa57]

I'm barely recovered from my last orgasm, when you order me off the table

Bending over it, laying my upper body on it, my tits pressed against the table

without being told, I reach back and spread myself my ass and my pussy to give you more access

When I feel your cock against me, I look back at you

"Fuck me, like you own me!!!!!!!!!!!!"

 

[m_caravaggio]

I attached a leather strap to one of the rings on the back of her collar to better control Clara’s body movements. I began penetrating her immediately, and Clara’s pussy was much tighter than I had imagined. I had some trouble entering at first, but with every thrust, I slid in a few millimeters deeper, until her body grew accustomed to my size. Once more than half of my cock was inside, Clara began rocking her body backward rhythmically to achieve full penetration.

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I started slapping her right buttock—repeatedly, hitting the exact same spot—while Clara moved in sync with me. Finally, I was fully inside her; I switched hands to keep slapping her other buttock while pulling on the collar, now with greater intensity.

“Don’t you dare cum without my permission,” I warned.

Clara immediately began rocking back less vigorously to maintain control. I continued thrusting for a few more minutes before giving the command:

“You can cum now.”

I instantly sped up my movements and began releasing hot, intense spurts of semen, flooding Clara from within as she experienced her third orgasm. I kept going for a while longer until I went soft, then withdrew from her and stood there, gazing at her reddened buttocks as if they were a work of art...

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[Becaa57]

I liked it better when you attached a strap to one of the rings on the collar.
turning it from just an accessory to something that's useful for you to control me.

When you pulled it, the collar went into my neck, choking me unless I moved how you wanted me too

You're so thick and it's been so long since Max, that you had some difficulty getting inside me, but God I love how it felt

Then you started slapping my ass, same exact spot over and over again. bringing tears to my eyes, but I love it too. Max had taught me to embrace the pain and enjoy it.
And you bringing it all back to me!!!!

You keep fucking me, warning me not to cum until you give me permission
Working no holding it back as your cock fucks me deep and hard

You switch cheeks, but the same thing hard smacks in exactly the same spot
pulling harder on the leash, lifting my front totally up holding me with the collar around my neck

OMG so hard not cum!!!

Just as you start cumming inside me you give me permission
I let my orgasm go, and the biggest one yet, as you fill me with your sperm
I orgasm on your cock, the leash still holding me tight

When you go soft, you release the leash I fall back onto the bench, breathing heavy
Looking at you I say the 1st thing that comes to mind

"Thank you Master, I hope you were pleased"

 

[m_caravaggio]

Before answering, I ask Clara to stand up; I remove the collar and place it on the table. My semen drips from inside her, running down her legs to the floor. She knows that without the collar, she is no longer my slave—she is simply herself. I get the impression she is a little disappointed to be without it.

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"Clara, you’ve been more than perfect so far; I couldn't be more pleased," I say, looking into her eyes.

I walk over to Clara and give her an affectionate hug; my hands roam over her bare back, tracing the contours of her soft, inviting skin. Then, we share a long kiss; our breathing is still rapid from the heat of the orgasm.

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She is still dripping, and I say:

"I think it’s a good idea for us to take a shower now..."

The lighthouse bathroom isn't exactly luxurious—there’s no bathtub—but it has a very efficient electric shower. When we finish showering and I dry her off, I take some soothing lotion and apply it to the marks I left on her buttocks, breasts, and genital area. The lotion brings immediate relief from the discomfort, and she thanks me.

"You need to report here the day after tomorrow, at the same time, to continue your training."

I notice she is blushing and feeling a bit shy, so I ask:

"Is there anything you want to say?"

 

[Becaa57]

When you ask me to stand, I wonder what will be next

Have to admit somewhat dissapointed that there will be no next at least not now
my collar on the table, tells me that I'm back to just his neighbor

slightly embarrassed to standing naked in his kitchen, his semen running down my inner thighs
my ass and tits showing the whip marks he inflicted

She is reassured when he comes and hugs her, his hands sliding over her body, touching caressing even.
Making her wonder if maybe they will be lovers as well???

They shower together, and he puts an ointment on the worse of the whip marks

He tells her to get dressed, which she does

then excuses her, saying be back day after tomorrow

When he asks if there is anything I want to say

I hesitate

"I liked today very much"
"Can we always have a leash on the collar???"

Wanting to ask about our relationship, but deciding now is not the time

 

[m_caravaggio]

“We’ll continue your training the day after tomorrow,” I say.

I see a mix of disappointment and hope in Clara’s eyes.

“And yes, we can always use a leash on your collar,” I continue.

Clara seemed more excited after hearing that. I realized immediately that the dynamic of our relationship was very different from her previous one with Max. Even I wasn't entirely sure how to define our situation, which had two distinct phases: one where she wore the collar and another where she didn't. With Max, the relationship was likely much simpler and more predictable. My desire now was simple: to make our relationship transparent and meaningful.

I make some coffee for us. Clara drinks her coffee while we chat about everyday things. It soon gets late, and I tell her:

“You’ll come back in two days, and we’ll continue your training. You’ll be tied up and spanked, so I want you to prepare for some intense moments.”

I don’t know if it was an unexpected reflex, but I thought I saw an extra sparkle in Clara’s eyes. Everything was going very well. Before she leaves, I place a box in Clara’s hands containing ‘special’ lingerie—featuring a strategic opening that allows free access to the genital area without removing the panties, and access to the nipples without removing the bra.

“Wear this underwear to our next meeting,” I say before Clara leaves.

 

[Becaa57]

Clara's mind is spinning. She understood the collar no collar deal, but living it was a different story.

It was nice to sit and talk to him, feeling the effects of what just happened under her clothing

She is off balance as they talk, but it is nice to have a real conversation.

When he dismisses her, she gtes up to go

"Day after tomorrow is good, thank you"

Taking the package from him

Not looking at it

"I'll wear it for next time, thank you sir"

Hesitate at the door, then open it and leave

walking down to my cabin

I've a lot to learn

 

[m_caravaggio]

The next morning, I planned every detail of what was going to happen with Clara. This stage of planning and preparation gives me great pleasure. Every detail counts—like hanging the collar in the right spot outside. I spent part of the day honing my shibari knot-tying skills. My future plans for Clara require her to be completely immobilized, so this next encounter would be the perfect test.

In the afternoon, I ordered the items needed for the next phase of Clara’s training: Foley catheters (disposable and sterile), water-based lubricants, various syringes and needles, and assorted products for sterilizing skin and equipment. I bought several liters of physiological saline solution. Since some of these items might take a few days to arrive, I want to gather everything without tipping Clara off.

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I also bought a red ball gag with an air hole; I thought it would be an interesting addition.

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With everything ready, I finished my lighthouse duties and went to bed early. Before sleeping, I watched Clara’s house through the telescope. She was lying in bed, reading a book and wearing a black nightgown. Tomorrow promises to be an interesting day.

 

[Becaa57]

I'd had a busy day, and ended it by reading a book. Because I wasn't quite used to walking around nude anymore I put on a black nightgown, it was I thought sexy

in the morning I get up do the chores make sure I'm clean and shaved as he requested

wearing the lingerie he told me to wear I walk up the path the lighthouse

putting the collar on, smiling when I see the leash attached, I knock on the door and wait