His brief message arrives out of the blue, “come round immediately”. My heart races as I wonder what is in store for me but I know I need to rush and don’t have time to wonder. After quickly making myself presentable for him I head round to his house and as soon as I am through the door he orders me to strip, I do so and fold my clothes neatly like he has taught me, I know the price of being messy. I’m surprised when he tells me to put my pile of clothes outside the front door but I don’t show it, I obediently do as he says, opening the door just enough to put the clothes outside so I’m not seen by his neighbours.

When I return I find him in the front room with his hands behind his back, he tells me to stand with my legs apart and “present” my breasts. I know what this means and I obediently cup my large breasts holding them up and slightly away from my body, I get that familiar feeling between my legs from being obedient and my nipples harden under his gaze. He smiles, it’s his evil smile, and then he shows me what was behind his back, a long thin black cane, I know that cane, it is hard and brutal and my heart begins to race.

There is no warm up, that isn’t his way, not with me at least. The first strike lands on the top of my mounds hard and fast with a swish and then a loud smack which I feel immediately as an explosion of stinging pain through both breasts. There is no pause, the strikes continue for twenty minutes all over the tender flesh and tears are running down my face well before the final blow lands directly on my erect nipples causing me to supress a scream.

My legs are weak and my tits are burning with pain but I’m still standing, still holding them out to him offering them for further use. The pain is intense and my mounds are a mess but I am so wet and not because of the pain, I’m a masochist but this is way beyond that, it’s because I can see the bulge in his pants that I watched grow with each strike and when he tells me to take it out of his pants I eagerly and deftly do so.

His cock is so hard, like a steel pole and I imagine how it would feel pushing between my wet lips and filling me completely, I get an immense feeling of pride that my pain was the stimulation for him to be as hard as I’ve ever seen him.

He starts to walk from the room, his pole leading the way and tells me to follow him. I know he is heading to the bedroom and the butterflies start in my stomach and my juices warm my hole in preparation. When we get there though I see a beautiful girl in his bed and she watches as he places me standing at the end of the bed before climbing under the covers to join her. I watch him fuck her, listen to the sounds of her enjoying the huge erection I’ve given him while my juices run down my thighs. The icing on the cake is the way he makes sure she cums before he pumps his load into her, her pleasure matters.

When they’re both done he rolls off her and she says “You can go now”. My cheeks turn crimson and to my shame I feel a whole new wave of arousal as I meekly leave the room and then the house, dressing quickly on the doorstep before walking home in pain and needy frustration.

After I’m home I kneel in front of the mirror and look at my swollen and bruised breasts knowing they could take weeks to heal fully. I masturbate looking at what he’s done to me and replaying him fucking the other girl in my head but I only let myself edge, I know I don’t get to cum unless it is for his amusement.

I message him a picture of my destroyed chest and wait for a reply but it’s over two weeks before I hear the tone I’ve assigned to him again, I look at my phone and read “come round immediately”, my heart races…