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powerful, an empress of debauchery. Her pussy twitched and contracted with the moans and groans that issued from his mouth. Seeing a strong man hogtied was one thing, but hearing how much she was hurting him was what did it for Ali.
    Her eyes kept straying to the tattoo. It fascinated her. She wondered if Claire had ordered its addition to his fit body, or if it was a delicious remnant of a previous relationship.
    Stepping away from him, leaving Rick uncomfortably bent double, his strong stomach muscles working overtime, Ali searched Claire’s desk once more.
    Smiling with satisfaction, she twirled the pen she’d found like a weapon. Levering Rick back upright, Ali brought the black biro to his left bicep. Pressing hard, so he was aware of every stroke of the pen, she began to write,
    Dear Claire,
    Thank you for your thoughtful gift. I guess you know me even better than I thought you did.
    Love Ali
    Breaking off with a viciously applied full stop, she briefly admired her work, before moving on to Rick’s thigh.
    Dear Claire,
    I have long dreamed of torturing your lover. I love the tattoo and previous whip marks. I hope you don’t mind the additions I’m about to make.
    Love Ali
    Again she pushed the pen nib hard, watching as Rick’s toned skin darkened with the pressure of her writing. With each dotted “I” and each crossed “t” Rick flinched and sighed, his confined reactions adding to her own arousal.
    Moving to his annoyingly perfect six-pack; Ali began to write once again.
    Dear Claire,
    Do you favour a whip or a cane?
    Love Ali
    Dear Claire,
    Your lover’s dick is gorgeous
    Love Ali
    Dear Claire,
    I have already tanned his arse. Now I’m going to smack his balls. I’m going to scratch his skin, I’m going to force my tit into his mouth and make him suck until he begs ...
    Ali wrote on and on, listing all the fantasies she’d ever had, every image that had inspired her midnight dreams. Then, when there was no clear skin left on his torso, Ali progressed to his back. Finally, when no bare skin remained north of his waist, she threw the pen to one side, and breathlessly returned to Claire’s bedside chest of drawers, convinced that would be where she’d find what she wanted to play with next. She was not disappointed.
    Picking the short white cane from a tangle of her friend’s silky underwear, Ali trailed it through her fingers. Privately, she was impressed that Rick, apart from some moans and whimpers of appreciation, had kept quiet. It was no secret that he was fit; she knew he regularly worked out, but even so. A glance at his cock showed her just how much of a miracle the fact he hadn’t already spunked everywhere was. A less practised slave would undoubtedly be begging for freedom by now, pleading with his mistress to allow him to come. Claire had trained him well. It was going to be a challenge to break him, but Ali loved a challenge.
    Grabbing Rick by the back of the neck, Ali forced him to bend forward once again. Amused by the fact he automatically braced himself to be spanked, Ali delighted in surprising Rick by pushing her right tit upwards in her palm, and easing it between his teeth.
    Like a man who’d been starving, Rick set to licking and biting her nipple with a ferocity and forcefulness that was totally at odds with his current servile status, but which caused Ali to mewl with momentarily uncontrolled longing. After only a few seconds, her neglected left breast badly wanted the same treatment, so she swapped sides. Keeping up the swapping of her breasts to his mouth, insuring that she was pleasured, but didn’t receive too much stimulation, Ali simultaneously swung the cane down onto his prone arse.
    The jolt, as his arse burnt and shot forwards with the force of each consecutive blow, buried him deeper into her breasts. Liquid, slick and fast, dripped down onto Ali’s thighs. It was time Rick knew; time he saw who he