Wicked Daydreams - part 3

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As the small private jet reached its cruising altitude and leveled off, the pilot turned off the seat belt sign and flipped on the planes intercom. “Good evening folks. We have reached our cruising altitude and the weather is looking calm ahead for the duration of our flight. Please feel free to move about the cabin and we should be arriving at our destination in approximately two hours…Oh, and Bree, could we please have two coffee’s up here in front? Thank you.” Bree released her seatbelt and quickly busied herself in the galley. As she headed to the cockpit with coffee, Sir Mick’s attention turned to Wicked. He noticed that she was grasping the armrests rather tightly. “Still nervous Ladybug?” he asked with a smirk. As she shook her head to confirm, he stood up and motioned her to come to him. As she stood before him in the front seat, he looked into her eyes and told her firmly, “You must speak when I question you from now on Pet. Now, remove Sirs slacks.” Her hands trembled as she began to open the belt and as she looked up into his eyes, responded solemnly “Yes Sir.” He watched her admiringly as she knelt down to help him step out of them. As she placed the slacks over the seat behind Sir, his voiced crackled “Give me the belt Wicked.” She tried not to let him see her cringing as she handed it to him now seated and half naked. Her eyes locked onto his cock, which was standing at full attention and was very hard not to notice due to its size and girth. She silently worried, “OMG, it’s fucking huge…”

Sir broke her gaze as he tugged at her dress. “Take it off. It’s time for the punishment that I promised you… and Sir always keeps his promises.” She pulled her dress up and over her head, leaving herself completely naked except for her collar, lead and shoes. After he unclipped her lead and let it drop to the floor, his fingers made their way to her breasts. He massaged them and tugged at her nipples until her buds stood erect. As Bree made her way back into the cabin, Mick’s eyes never left Wickeds as he barked out an order to her. “Strip off your uniform slut and take the seat behind me.” She quickly complied and let out a soft “Yes Master” while stripping. Reaching under his thigh, he exposed a set of alligator clips attached together by a long chain. He made sure Wicked could see them as he pulled one nipple away from her body and toyed with her playfully, “Ready my Pet?” Before she could answer he clamped it down very hard on her nipple and she let out an involuntary yelp as it bit into her tender flesh. “Not fast enough Pet, perhaps you will answer Master more quickly next time.” Clenching her teeth to accept the searing pain in her breast, she quickly responded “Yes Sirrrrrr” as the other clip grabbed at her free nipple. Her body stiffened and shook as she tried to adjust to the sting radiating from within her chest. He gave the chain a hard tug to check their tightness and it caused her to cry out. Through her pain, she could see Bree behind Sir, silently trying to warn her to be quiet.

“Silence whore! You will remain quiet unless spoken to for the remainder of your punishment. Understand???” She started to nod and quickly corrected herself with an obedient “Yes Sir.” Deep down she knew this was only the beginning of her journey and she had a long way to go from here, she best comply with all his orders. “Face the galley wall and stand in the position of a St. Andrews Cross.” Wicked turned, stepped over to the wall and placed her hands high on it, then spread her legs as far as her heels would allow. His hands ran up and down the curves of her body and bringing goose bumps to the surface. She waited on edge for what seemed like forever for the first crack of the belt. “SMACK!” came the slap of Sirs hand across her cheek. It stung at first, and then warmed it quickly. “This evening you will learn the hard way not to cum without Masters permission MY Pet. Yes??” As she replied obediently another smack of his hand fell upon the other cheek. Then they came, one after the other, alternating cheeks and harder with each blow until her butt glowed red and felt as if on fire. As he admiringly massaged her stinging globes, she hoped that perhaps he would bypass the belt… until he spoke. “You will not move from that position and count each strike, or I will add to your punishment. You will receive only 20 lashes… provided you’re a good slut,” then he chuckled. “Holy shit! Twenty lashes??” she thought dreadfully and tried to mentally prepare herself while replying “Yes Sir.”

The first blow seemed milder than expected and she obediently counted “One Sir.” The second landed across the upper part of her butt and crossed both her cheeks with a searing sting. “Two Sir.” All of a sudden, she felt three quick snaps to one cheek and pain like never before. She inhaled deeply to quell it, answering breath fully, “Three, four, five Sir.” She was surprised to feel her pussy heating up and felt a small trickle run down her inner thigh. Mick began to hear the tone changing in Wickeds voice and asked her antagonistically “What have you learned?” “CRACK!” went another one across the same sore cheek, as she answered painfully and tightened her cheeks “SIX SIR! I will not cum without Masters permission!” “CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK!” swiftly whipped across her other cheek adding a shrill to the tone of her voice. “Seven, eight, nine, tennnnnnnnnn Owwwww.” She pressed her chin to her chest and bit her lip as the first tear streamed down her face and she began to shift her weight to avoid the next strike in the same place. It hurt like all hell but she still found herself getting more aroused as her pussy would start twitching after each slap.

“How many more, slut?” he asked while his belt laid three more sharp pops across the upper part of her crack. “Aaaahaaaaahahaaa”… was all she could reply as she began to dance and giggle painfully, while still trying to answer him. Mick grew impatient and grabbed the chain dangling between her legs and gave it a good hard tug to re-ignite her nipples and bring her back to the moment. “I SAID… HOW MANY MORE SLUT???” Wickeds head snapped back up as she sucked in air through her clenched teeth and frantically tried to remember her count. Just as she replied the hardest slap of all bit into her flesh, “seven SIRRRR… OHHHHH…OWWWW… NO…WAIT… SIX SIR… AIEEEEE…” He could see her fighting to keep her legs from buckling beneath her and ran the warmed leather belt over her raw buns to momentarily soothe them and allowed her to catch her breath. He kissed the deep red welts on her cheeks and she hissed at each one in pain while her body shuddered. Her head was spinning and she started to drift as he touched her sensitive areas. Desperately she fought to remember the count, while almost feeling a bit faint. As he saw the glistening between her legs, he smiled sinisterly and shoved three fingers deep into her cunt and swirled them. Her hips began to sway to the rhythm of his hand, almost aiding in her own pleasure, and he abruptly pulled them out.

“You little slut, I think you are actually enjoying this!” he teased as her body tensed in anticipation of the next strike, “Think quickly now Pet… Fast or slow?” Wicked just wanted the pain to end and quickly blurted out “FAST PLEASE SIR!!!! Without another second passing, he cracked the curve of her cheeks five more times swiftly. His chest caught her as she nearly collapsed, her legs finally giving way to the pain. Mick sat back into his seat and guided a very disoriented Wicked to sit on his lap while he inserted his rock hard member into her slippery cunt. She moaned incoherently as his large shaft stretched her tight pussy, but still slid in with ease. His strong hands pulled her knees up under her arms as he called out to Bree. “Come here slut and tend to us now! You know what I desire from you.” She knelt in front of them and with a knowing smile, responded “Yes, Master.”

Bree’s eyes locked onto to her new sisters welts and she began to gently blow cool air upon them in sympathy of her pain. Her warm hands began to massage Sirs balls that were locked and straining within its silver rings, while his cock pumped steadily into a dreamy Wicked. “Finish us, slave,” he commanded to Bree. She started to lap at Wicked’s flower slowly and gently around the edges causing her pussy to contract. Wicked moaned with pleasure, as she was powerless and floating in a dream-like state. She didn’t care at this point about anything around her… She only knew she wanted to cum. Bad. As Bree’s expert tongue worked over her sisters’ tender petals, she played with Sirs starfish gently with her fingers. Mick’s rigid cock strained even further and as Bree slid her wet finger into his abyss, he shoved his cock deep into Wicked and held it there, as he exploded his hot seed deep within her walls. Bree sucked and pulled hard on Wickeds clit, until she finally screamed out pleading: “Ohhhhhhh, I am going to cum too!! May I cum Sir, may I cum???”

Pleased and smiling while his cock still throbbed within her, Sir granted her wish. “Yes Wicked, you may cum for me now.” Bree licked furiously at the little red bud until she felt Wickeds body arch and her moans fell silent. Suddenly a gush of hot fluid poured from the sides of Sirs cock still embedded in Wickeds pulsating pussy, coating Brees’ lap in a mixture of both their juices. She was relentless with her tongue assault and continued on until finally, Wicked let out one, long scream as wave after wave overtook her and she released everything she had and went limp. It was obvious to Sir that she was utterly exhausted and he released his grip from her legs and wrapped his arms around her to hold her. Then he whispered close to her ear and asked “What have we learned this evening Pet?” She was so weak and foggy that she could barely answer, her head still cradled in his shoulder and neck. She tilted her head as if to look up to him and dreamily replied with a smile, “I will not cum without Masters permission… anymore…” as her words softly drifted off and so did she.

..To be continued

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