The slave with a slave. (four)

The rice with vegetables and chicken that Pari has conjured up for me tastes delicious, and I devour it all greedily.

Pari dries the already prepared whip with a hairdryer.

I’ve never seen you use a whip, so I assume you don’t have much experience with it. I don’t want you to hurt me or the whore seriously if you lose control again, as I hope you will.

The whip is rubbed with a mixture of red food coloring, chili powder, and a warming ointment. It’s so light in itself that it can’t do any damage, no matter how hard you swing it.

The mixture is so sophisticated that it only takes full effect when applied to warm skin. The more sensitive the skin, the more the chili powder burns, and the warmer the skin, the more clearly the red color comes out.

If you hit the same spot often enough, it will look like bleeding welts and send you into a frenzy.

The dark, unadulterated being that resides in your soul wants blood. Let’s wake it up for a moment.

It will be fantastic.

Pari tells me that the basement whore was thrashing around and screaming about giving up during the anal cleanup.

What a shame she can’t.

How good that she’s mine until the evening. By 8 p.m., I can finally convince her that she has to end the game.

So they both lose, and I save myself another day’s work.

After dinner, I go to the bathroom.

Pari has already prepared my anal shower, of course.

She knows how I like it.

I lean on the sink with one hand and bend over so that she can insert the shower head. It’s shaped like a dildo and has little nozzles all along its length that will force the shower fluid into my ass.

It’s a highly arousing experience.

Pari stands behind me, but she’s careful not to cover the mirror behind her. I love watching her do it to me.

She slowly inserts the rod into my ass and moves it in and out. Well-moistened with lubricant, it stimulates my sphincter perfectly and makes me moan right from the start. I look in the mirror and see the black thing disappear inside me and reappear again.

“Harder,” I say, and Pari moves the rod faster and deeper.

“That’s it.” I moan and enjoy it for a while longer. Then the rod is in my ass as far as it will go, and Pari attaches the balloon with the shower fluid to it.

I can hardly wait for the water to come out of all the little openings in my ass under pressure.

“Yes, Pari, yes,” I start to moan as Pari squeezes the water balloon hard and moves the rod back and forth.

There are no more holes on the lower third, just little nubs to give me pleasure, so Pari can fuck me gently without the water leaking out of me.

I moan because it almost makes me come, and Pari pushes even more water into me. I’m so pumped that it’s almost uncomfortable, but only almost.

My pussy is wet.

My imagination takes over when I think about getting you to fuck me so hard and fill my ass completely. I once wanted to ask Joel to satisfy me anally with his big cock, but that wouldn’t be the same. He is my employee and would be careful.

My husband, on the other hand, and my new master, would only be careful until his inner beast wakes up and fucks my ass mercilessly.

My ass starts to hurt but Pari doesn’t stop fucking me. She knows how I love it. I look in the mirror and see my flushed face, and for a moment I see you standing behind me using my helpless body, and I hear the words, “Yes, more, louder, cry for me, darling.” I can’t hold it in any longer.  I imagine you forcing me to take your cock completely in and pumping it into me until you come. Would you stop then when I scream? Or would you want to know what would happen if you pissed in my cock-clogged ass and didn’t let me escape? 

I sit down on the toilet with my legs apart, and Pari hands me my vibrator. Her finger holds the rod in place, deep inside my ass.

When my vibrator touches my aroused pussy, the orgasm is almost instantaneous. I hold on to Paris’ arm as I feel the first contractions. At my climax, I press the vibrator hard against my clit.

“I’m cumming Pari,” I gasp loudly, and Pari takes her hand away from my ass.

The rod shoots out of my ass like a projectile, and the water follows in a hard jet.

I push and shoot out even more until my orgasm has subsided and my ass is empty and clean. The excitement of the whole day discharges into my toilet and leaves my ass together with the cleansing liquid from the anal shower.

Pari flushes the toilet and waits until I get up and leave the bathroom.

Of course, the basement whore didn’t have such a nice experience. She got a load of cold water pumped up her ass and a bucket where she could drain it.

The luxury of this shower is all mine.

I’m sure Pari has done it herself before when I wasn’t at home, but that’s none of my business.

The whip is now dry, and I briefly consider whether I should have an ointment rubbed on my body to protect it from burning, but I decide against it.

I want to feel the lashes and enjoy them if you want to whip me too, which I strongly suspect you will.

It will burn like hell and be very sexy.

Pari has prepared two masks for the basement whore.