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One StrokeWhat could it hurt? I ask myself as I look at the other slaves hard cock. What could one little stroke hurt? It is not fully hard but, hard enough for me to see it's impressiveness. I glance at it only quickly as I kneel before Mistress. She has her hand in my long hair and is lovingly caressing me like a favored pet. That is what I am. I am her pet pussy. My tight skirt makes it hard to kneel and the fishnet of my hose bites into my legs but I do not complain. I am in heaven as she pays attention to me. And then I glance again. It is a nice cock. That I must admit to myself. Thick and a nice sized head that would feel so good. . . .I snap myself away from these thoughts. That is Mistress' slave. I must not think these thoughts. He stands silently beside her. . . beside me as I kneel there. The cock bobbing only inches to one side of me. Mistress enjoys teasing me. I enjoy it to. Mistress rises and walks to her table and begins to play with her toys. I see her glance at me and watch to see if I am looking at him. I am not. I am a good pet. She smiles and tells me she needs to attend to something and leaves the room. That was not nice of Mistress to leave me here kneeling before this hard cock. Not nice at all. Again I ask myself, What could it hurt? I am weak. I reach out my hand and touch it. I grab it and begin to stroke it's full length. It is beautiful and feels so hard in my grasp. He says nothing, after all he is only a slave. . . just meat and he loves it that way. I run my fingers up and down it and then stroke it and enjoy the feel of it rising to full length. I stroke it again and again and . . . Mistress is looking at me. She came back in and I didn't hear her. She is angry. I am in trouble. She pulls me up by my hair and I stand and she pushes me to the wall. She grabs one arm and loops the ropes around it and pulls them tight and then the other arm. He is watching this and his cock bobs and sways as it twitches uncontrollably as he gets more aroused by watching the scene. She asks the slave how many times I stroked his cock and he tells her. She is very mad. I am tied to the post against the wall, she grabs the fabric of my shirt and rips it open from behind. The silk fabric sounding wet as it tears and shreds. She grabs the elastic lace of my bra and tears it free so that my back is bare to her. I struggle and beg but, she laughs and becomes even more excited at my display. She tests the ropes about my hands once more to make sure I am helpless and then stands back. She begins to caress her whip, slowly stroking it's length with loving hands. I beg some more but, she smiles at my wails and pleas. The first lash across my back is harsh and I scream out. I can feel the welt rising on my soft skin. She uses the handle to lift my face to hers and demands I count out loud each stroke. I beg her for mercy and she replies this is mercy. This is love. I know she is telling me the truth as I have no desire to be cut free really. I know I must be punished for touching the other slave. "One" I call out, knowing there are many others to follow. One stroke upon me for each stroke upon the slaves cock. I had no right to touch another of her toys and no right to want too. I am hers and she tells me what to want. "Two" I call out as the second strike lands upon me. The number becomes distorted into a scream as the whip bites my flesh. Tears are rolling down my cheeks but, I am willing to submit to this so that I can be purged of guilt and again sit at my mistress's feet. The third strike catches me unready and I scream out and my legs wobble and collapse. I am held up only by the rope about my hands. I struggle to regain my balance and stand again and call out "Three". The fourth and final stroke is the harshest of all as it rips across my back. The end of the whip licking around and stinging my breast through the flimsy bra fabric. "Four!" I call out as I try and stay standing. My hands are freed and I fall down upon my knees and curl up into a ball. My mistress walks from the room to attend to something as her other slave comes to me to help me to stand. He is nude as he wraps his arms around me. He is also excited by the show of my flogging. His cock is very hard, I can see each vein that runs it's length and it bobs and sways as he moves. The lashes across my back are not so burning now. The do not hurt as much. The cock bobs again as he crouches beside me. It is tempting me. It is so hard and so big. What could it hurt, I think to myself, What could it hurt, just one little stroke. . .
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