Jacqui didn't open the door right away. Those few seconds of waiting seemed interminable. I wondered if she hadn't changed her mind and didn't want to see me again.

But no, she finally opened the door and the sight of her took my breath away. She stood in front of me, wearing a black bustier that molded her proudly erect breasts, and black stockings that showed off her long, tapered legs. She was also wearing a pair of stiletto heels, which not only slimmed her ankle, but gave her an extra ten centimeters.

She had pulled her hair back into a high ponytail. She'd also done her make-up, very lightly. A little red on the lips, to give them the glow of blood, and a little black around the eyes, to lengthen them. The combination gave her face a more mature, stern look.

Finally, to complete the outfit, she held a dog collar in her right hand and a leash in her left.

When she saw that I had obeyed her instructions, she gave me a warm smile.

“Tonight you'll be my slave," she declared in a soft, firm voice.

“Yes, mistress," I replied, kneeling before her. My head and gaze lowered.

“Good, you've understood your place.”

Jacqui fastened the collar around my neck and attached the leash. Then she pulled me into the room, forcing me to get on all fours.

She led me to the center of the room and made me get back on all fours.

“Look around you," she said. “Everything you see here is going to be used on you tonight.”

My eyes widened as I gazed around the room. For a surprise, it was indeed quite a surprise. The room was actually a mini-dungeon.

Just above my head, attached by a short chain to the exposed beam, hung a pair of handcuffs. To my left, the table, completely cleared away, was now covered with a sheet, and ties fastened to all four legs. Finally, on my right, neatly arranged on the bed, awaited various instruments of torture: pliers, martinet, riding crop, cane, plus others concealed under a blanket.

“This is all for you," she confirmed as my gaze completed its tour of the horizon. “So, are you really ready to serve your mistress, slave?”

“I'm at your command, mistress.”

“Good.”

Jacqui pulled on the leash, bringing my face down to her feet. I quickly kissed them, running my tongue over her patent pumps. Then I moved slowly up her legs, from her ankles and calves to her thighs. But she stopped me before I reached her naked flesh.

With a tug on the leash, she forced me to sit up and look her in the eye.

“You're very impatient," she said. “Everything in its own time. Before your pleasure, there is mine. And mine is to see you suffer. Stand up. Hands up.”

I did it immediately.

“Tie yourself up," she ordered.

On tiptoe, I passed my hands through the steel circles and closed them around my wrists. With my arms stretched over my head and my feet barely touching the ground, I was now at her total mercy.

Jacqui then approached me, a satisfied smile on her lips. She had picked up the riding crop and was enjoying tickling my chest with the tip.

“Are you ready to suffer for me?”

“Yes, mistress.”

“Once we've started, there'll be no turning back, you know that.”

“I know, mistress. I'll do whatever you tell me, mistress.”

“If that is your decision. Then let the game begin.”

She took her place behind me and began to stroke my back with the tip of the riding crop. Then I heard a rustle of air, followed by a hiss.

The next second, a violent burn pierced my being. But no sooner had I realized it that her arm was cocked again and the braided leather was bearing down on my flesh.

Jacqui was hitting me methodically. The whip stung my shoulders, back and loins, but took care to avoid - for the moment - my buttocks and thighs.

The blows seared my skin and made me scream in pain. As I struggled to keep my balance, I imagined the red streaks they would leave. I could already feel the blisters sprouting under my skin.

My ordeal lasted several minutes, until Jacqui found me sufficiently warmed up. Then she came back to face me, smiling and delighted, in front of my grimacing face and tear-washed eyes.

“I find it exhilarating," she gloated. “I hope you do too, slave.”

“Yes, mistress.”

My voice was hoarse, distorted by pain, and I hardly recognized her.

“That was an interesting appetizer," she continued, circling me. “And I think it's time to move on to more serious things now.”

She pressed herself against me. Her hardened nipples peeked through the thin fabric of her bustier, and I could feel them pushing against my chest.

Her fingers ran up and down my sides, sending shivers through my body. Finally they stopped at my navel, just above the elastic of my panties.

With a warm smile, she slipped her hand under the fabric. Several fingers grazed my erect member, exciting it even more, before closing abruptly on my sperm-laden bursa.

I let out a little cry of surprise as her nails dug sadistically into the fragile flesh.

“My God, what excitement," she remarked, laughing. “But I think it'd be better outside than in here.”

And putting her money where her mouth was, she slid my briefs to the floor, revealing my erect penis. I could now feel her pubic bone rubbing against my sex. Drops of sweat began to bead on my forehead and along my temples.

Jacqui stepped back to take in the scene. I was now completely naked, my sex taut and erect like a sword. She watched me like this for a brief moment, her eyes detailing my body at her whim.

“Before we move on, I'm going to warm you up a little more," she said, taking hold of the fine cane. “Your back is already quite red, but I think your buttocks are still too white. This will do them a world of good.”

With a sadistic smile, she came up behind me and started flogging me again.

The pain wasn't the same as with the riding crop. The instrument was so thin and struck so fast that the pain was only felt a second or two after impact. It felt like a tingling sensation under the skin. I felt as if my buttocks were being pricked with white-hot needles.

I was staggering under the blows, while Jacqui was having fun zipping up and down my hindquarters with the utmost application. She carefully alternated between the left and right buttocks, always striking horizontally, working her way down to mid-thigh, then back up again.

She went back and forth several times, making me scream and dance at a steady pace.

When she finally stopped, my buttocks and thighs were on fire. My throat was dry from too much screaming, and I could feel tears streaming down my cheeks.

“Your buttocks have a beautiful pink hue," she commented. “I imagine they must be quite warm?”

“Yes, mistress.”

The words struggled to get past my lips and she laughed.

“I've got something to soothe them," she said.

I heard her move behind me, then felt her lips against my bruised flesh. She planted a few soft kisses, making me moan with pleasure.

“Thank you, mistress, that feels good.”

“I know. It's your reward for putting up with your beating.”

She put the cane back on the bed, picked up the pliers and came back to me.

“Now we'll see how far you can resist pain.”

Delicately, she kissed my nipples, passing her tongue slowly around them and nibbling them with the tip of her teeth until they hardened. When they were sufficiently erect for her liking, she applied a little saliva to them, and brought the tweezers closer.

To her delight, the steel jaws closed cruelly on the delicate flesh. When they were securely in place, she linked them together with a small chain. Then she unhooked the leash from my dog collar, and fixed the chain in the now free ring.

As the hook closed, I felt as if my chest was being ripped out. The clamps bit cruelly into my flesh, while the tension of the chain turned my distended nipples upwards.

Jacqui gazed at me with satisfaction, as pain twisted the features of my face.

“It's a good start," she judged. “But I promise you'll scream.”

She fetched the whip and returned to stand in front of me. She turned the instrument in front of my eyes, so that I could see it clearly. It had a short handle and five leather straps. Supple and very thin, each ended in a tight knot, to inflict maximum pain.

Looking me straight in the eye, she raised her arm and struck.

Flames ran over and under my skin. The pain was unbearable. My scream echoed through the room.

Facing me, Jacqui smiled as her arm whistled back and forth.

The straps fell across my chest, their course crossing the steel clamps. The leather knots scratched my skin, cutting into my flesh.

The leather scratched my sides, my belly, carefully avoiding my sex. The burning bite reddened my skin and I could feel the fire running under my chest and into my insides.

Finally, two precise blows ripped the clamps off releasing my nipples with an eardrum-shattering scream.

I was out of breath, my chest on fire and blood pounding at my temples. My body was nothing but pain. I whimpered as I pulled at my bonds, my eyes red with tears.

Jacqui was ecstatic.

As I recovered, she removed the chain and clamps, and went to find an object hidden under the blanket.

“Do you know what it is?”

I shook my head. It didn't mean anything to me.

“N-No, mistress.”

“Really? On the one hand, I'm not surprised. I discovered it myself by pure chance. It's called a birch. As the name suggests, it's English in origin. It was widely used in Victorian times. Normally, it's the person being punished who has to make it. But in your case, I made an exception. I designed it myself. Look how beautiful it is.”

She presented it to me. It consisted of a dozen thin elder branches, carefully thinned out and tied with a ribbon.

“In principle," she continued, "the person being punished had to present the birch to his executioner. The executioner would then inflict four series of six blows. More, depending on the offence committed.”

She paused, her eyes riveted to mine.

“Tonight, you'll receive just one round...on the sex," she specified.

At these words I started to shiver, and felt a cold sweat run down my spine.

“Ready, slave?”

“Y-Yes, mistress," I babbled, dying of anguish.

“Then suffer!" she exclaimed.

Her arm relaxed with a jerk and the branches came down on my erect limb. A million volts shot through my body. My sex had just been plugged into a high-voltage socket. My blood was boiling, I was twisting in all directions, but I couldn't dodge the blows. I was going crazy.

The birch kept whistling. Three times. Four times. Five times. Six times.

Then came the explosion. My taut sex reared up and a long spray of semen spurted from the reddened glans. My moans of pleasure mingled with my cries of pain.

Exhausted, out of breath, I lay inert in my bonds, my head bowed and my eyes haggard.

Jacqui undid my cuffs and I fell to the ground, unable to stand on my legs any longer.

“You've had your fun, slave, but the evening's far from over.”

She reattached my leash and dragged me to the table. There, she made me lie on my back, buttocks flush with the table, arms hanging down, legs raised. She then tied my wrists to the table legs and my ankles to two ropes hanging from the beam.

“All this has made me hot," she simpered. “And it's only fair that you thank your mistress for the pleasure she's given you. Wouldn't you agree?”

“Yes, mistress. As you wish, mistress.”

Jacqui approached me, her crotch leveled with my face. She ran a finger through her panties and slowly parted the fabric, revealing her delicate sex. With her bare Venus mount I could see her the pearly lips standing out, gorged with desire. I could also see her clitoris, taut and swollen like a little penis, beginning to emerge from under her skullcap.

She placed her sex above my face and ordered:

“Lick, slave. Make me come.”

Obediently, I pressed my lips against the bare flesh of her vulva and began to run my tongue back and forth along her dripping slit.

With her head thrown back and her eyes half-closed, Jacqui undulated her pelvis as my tongue moved up and down, caressing her stressed clitoris with each stroke.

I could feel the waves of pleasure vibrating through her as the rhythm of her hips gradually quickened. They rolled from right to left to amplify her pleasure and her nails dug into my shoulders.

As the swell of pleasure began to grow in her belly, I worked to make my mouth and lips harder and softer. My lips pressed against the slit before me.

Suddenly, Jacqui let out a high-pitched cry and her body tensed up at once as a flood of an acrid creamy juice filled my mouth.

She sat on my face for several more minutes, her sex resting on my mouth, savoring her pleasure to the full. Then she straightened up and placed a kiss on my lips, tasting her own juices.

“You're very talented," she complimented. “Your tongue is very soft.”

“Thank you, mistress.”

“As I'm so pleased with your services, I'm going to do you a favor... I'm going to introduce you to a pleasure you've never experienced before.”

She walked around the table, picked up a stool and settled herself between my spread legs. Then she leaned forward and her mouth pressed against my anus. Slowly, she swirled her tongue around my rectum, gradually dilating the brown corolla with her saliva.

It was a very pleasant, sweet sensation. I could feel her warm breath on my testicles, and her tongue pressing into my crack. It excited me so much that my penis began to swell with desire again.

Jacqui must have noticed because she suddenly stopped her caress and raised her head. Her eyes met mine.

“I see you're enjoying this," she said with a satisfied look. “In that case, you'll enjoy this even more.”

I felt a finger slip into my saliva-lubricated anus. She gently moved it in and out, also rotating it to open the passage. When it was wide enough, Jacqui added a second finger while continuing her piston movement.

I let out a squeal as a third finger entered my little hole. I could feel her nails scratching my rectal walls. I moaned in pain, but my complaints had no chance of stopping my seductive torturer. On the contrary, it excited her even more.

She amplified her movement a little more, and soon I felt her little finger knocking at the entrance to my anus. A couple more strokes, and she had no trouble penetrating my distended rectum.

The pain was extreme, as if my insides had been ripped open and my whole body split in two.

I groaned more and more, writhing in my bonds, while Jacqui continued to dilate me with consummate science.

Finally, she brought her thumb back, lined it up in the palm of her hand, and with a relentless thrust pushed it into my anus.

My scream shook the walls of the house.

My sphincter muscles had just given way and her whole hand was now advancing deep into my bowels.

She closed her fist and started plunging into me harder, in one swift, powerful movement.

Unable to move, I shook my head from side to side, screaming in pain. Through the tears that clouded my vision, I could make out Jacqui's smiling face leaning over me.

And suddenly, in the midst of all this pain, I felt pleasure erupt inside me. An unheard-of, violent, animal pleasure. The muscles of my anus contracted spasmodically around her wrist, while the stream of semen fell back, burning on my chest and lower abdomen. A few drops even landed under my chin.

Jacqui waited a few more moments, then withdrew her fecal-stained hand and wiped it across my chest, collecting a little of my semen in the process. She then presented me with her fingers, forcing me to clean them with my tongue.

“I'm upset," she said sternly. “You shouldn't have come.”

“I'm sorry, mistress, but it was too good. I couldn't hold back. I'm sorry, mistress.”

“You'll be sorry.”

Her eyes locked with mine.

“Do you know the rule?”

“Yes, mistress," I murmured.

“You disobeyed, you must be punished... And I know exactly what punishment you need.”

Without further ado, she released me and immediately reinstalled me on the table, this time on my stomach. My arms and legs firmly attached to the four legs.

“I didn't think I'd be using this instrument again tonight, but it's the only one suitable for chastising you.”

I didn't immediately understand what instrument she was talking about, but the instant I felt the electric shock radiating up my buttocks, I knew. Jacqui had taken over the birch.

Twelve times in a row, the branches fell mercilessly on my already reddened hindquarters, sparing neither my distended anus nor my hanging testicles.

When Jacqui finally stopped, I was panting, my body on fire.

“That'll teach you to hold back, slave," she said, putting the birch back on the bed.

Turning her back to me, she pulled a new object from under the blanket. I couldn't see what it was, but I saw her take off her panties, then adjust the straps around her thighs and waist.

From my position, I could admire her beautiful buttocks, with their firm, tender flesh. Suddenly, I wanted her furiously. A flush of heat surged through me as I imagined myself taking her savagely from behind.

She then undid the lace of her garter belt and folded it neatly on the bed. Then she released her hair, letting it fall freely down her back. Finally, she turned around.

The sight of her took my breath away.

She was gorgeous. Like a fawn's mane, her lightly curled brown hair cascaded over her shoulders. Her round, hard-peaked breasts stood proudly before her. Her black stockings molded her long, tapered legs, refined by her stiletto heels.

And at the top of her thighs, glued to her pubis, now stood an enormous ebony sex.

“I know how much you like being taken by a woman. Tonight I'm going to take your ass like never before. I'm even going to take you like a dog. But first, suck it," she ordered.

She presented the penis in front of my mouth, forcing my lips with a lick.

“You're a good little doggie," she joked, grabbing me by the hair.

I lubricated the latex penis, while she steered my head with an iron fist, pushing the strapon to the back of my throat, at the risk of choking.

My jaws ached, so distended were they by the monster. Jacqui kept pushing it in and out of my mouth. As she pushed in, I could feel her Venus mount rubbing against my face and the delicious scent of her sex wafting into my nostrils.

When she judged that the dildo was lubricated enough, she withdrew from my mouth and went to stand behind me.

The latex member lingered for a few moments at the entrance to my anus, then Jacqui placed her hands on my hips, forcing me to dig my loins in.

I shuddered as I felt the penis pressing against my orifice. I only now realized that she was going to sodomize me and all that that entailed. After that, I would be her thing, her object. Nothing would ever be the same again.

Jacqui must have known this too, for she waited a while, savoring her omnipotence. Then, slowly, relentlessly, the huge sex sank into me. The brown corolla widened to let it pass. My sphincter muscles, already battered by fisting, offered no resistance.

When it was all the way inside me, Jacqui began to give big, powerful thrusts.

She took me like a rutting beast, ravaging me savagely, making me howl like a wounded beast. There was no gentleness left in her act. She wasn't doing this to give me pleasure, but to impose her mark on me.

Like a saber, the monstrous penis split me in two.

As she violently sodomized me, I felt her breasts rubbing against my back, her hot breath on my neck and her hair flying against my face.

Feeling the heat building up inside her, Jacqui further accelerated her piston movement. With each penetration, pins crashed against her clitoris, sending waves of pleasure through her lower abdomen.

I could hear her panting above me. Suddenly, she reared back, letting out a rattle of pleasure as orgasm ripped through her loins, electrifying her whole being.

Stunned, she slumped against me, her sweaty face next to mine.

We lay there for several minutes, both catching our breath and our wits.

Finally, Jacqui opened her eyes and, turning to me, smiled. Then her lips locked with mine in a passionate kiss.

After that, she rose and withdrew from my anus. Then, without a word, she released me and removed my dog collar. Finally, she undid her dildo belt and made me lie down on the bed.

And with the greatest gentleness, she came to impale herself on my erect sex.

Jacqui gave a hoarse little cry as my penis tore through her vagina, then began to ride me wildly.

We made love until we were exhausted, then, entwined with each other, we fell asleep.