Whips Are for Women

An excerpt from Whips Are for Women

Crack! "Back!" Crack! "Back, monkey!" Erotic power coursed thru Karen with each snap of her wrist, each crack of the whip.

"Please, mistress!" David begged, writhing against his bonds, pressing against the wall to get a little further from her.

"No more!" Daniel cried.

Crack! "Silence!" the slender torturer commanded. She caressed her bare breasts with her free hand and ran the whip over her captives with the other.

The monkeys had broad backs, firm round buttocks, and thick, muscular thighs. She liked that about them. But they had to be taught how to behave for her. She pressed her naked torso against Daniel's red-striped back.

"Are you ready to obey me, monkey?" she hissed. She groped David's tight buttocks.

"Yes," he panted. "Yes, mistress, please." The words thrilled her physically; Karen's body responded as tho she had been touched in her moist, feminine center. Not so long ago, she would have been dominated by men like these.

Her hot pussy pulsed with anticipation. She reached around Daniel's body and stroked his prick slowly. "I'm going to make you beg me to make you come," she whispered.

"Yes, please, mistress," he murmured. She pushed the end of the whip slowly up his anus. "I'm going to fuck you, monkey," she whispered.

"Oh, God, " he muttered. Karen breathed his sweat, his trepidation, his helpless desire.