Virginity for Sale

At five o’clock the real show began. Alexander’s sons appeared outside the window. Diana watched attentively as three young men were playing with a ball in the clearing in front of her window, jumping and shouting. They enjoyed life to the fullest and Diana looked at them with tears in her eyes, rejoicing at the opportunity to observe such a picture.

At six o’clock Alexander came, Diana jumped from the window, quickly sitting down on the bed as soon as she heard his approaching footsteps. She became very scared of him finding out her secret. She could not even formulate for herself what this secret was, but it had to be hidden at any cost. A fear arose in the subconscious that this window to another world would be taken away from the unfortunate woman. The girl fell more and more in love with this world behind the glass wall and rather strange things began to happen in her head that she did not understand.

“Are you hungry for me sweet? Let’s go play soon!” With a smile he held out his hand to her and she happily followed him. He again led her to the pole and Diana tensed, expecting a new meeting with Mr. Whip.

“Get up here, like that, well done. Face the pole. Hands on the pole!” He quickly fastened bracelets on her and with his hands began to sculpt from her body the position he needed.

Spreading her legs wide, he bent the girl’s body almost in half. Diana leaned her head against the pole so that her feet would not accidentally slip off the improvised mini-stage when Alexander started working with the whip.

The man felt her body contentedly.

“Did you hurt badly yesterday?” He asked, touching the cracked skin.

“Yes, Master, it hurt a lot.” Diana said sadly.

Alexander was excited by her answers, and he wanted to hear more about her feelings.

“Did you like Mister Whip?”

Diana didn’t answer right away, and her confusion again angered Alexander.

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Diana wanted to say something, wanted to scream that she liked everything, that she was ready to endure the kisses of Mr. Whip as long as necessary, but fear fettered her body, and a lump stuck in her throat.

The man pressed the magic button and the wall again gave out its entire rich arsenal of sexual torture. Walking to the wall, he took the belt and returned to Diana.

“I hope you are familiar with this comrade?”

“Yes, sir.”

“How do you like it? Do you like it?”

“Yes, my Lord, I like everything that you like!” Diana got out, returning the owner’s disposition and hoping that he would not beat her for too long. After yesterday, her body still aches and new blows will bring much more pain than yesterday, when the skin was not yet so badly damaged.

Diana naively believed that a light flogging would be enough to knock out of her all the sinful thoughts about various things that entered her head, and given yesterday, even light blows would be enough to clear her conscience.

After yesterday, the skin ached so badly that it was twice as terrible to take new beatings. But the girl understood that cleansing was needed not only for her, the duty of a good master was to help her woman cleanse herself of evil, and Alexander performed this role well. She was immensely grateful to him, although she did not like pain.

Alexander went up to her and began to kiss greedily on the neck, caressing her crotch with his hand. His rough hand walked over her so clumsily, but even such touches were for a tender flower in love the greatest gift for which she was extremely grateful to him.

Alexander pulled her head towards him and began kissing her lips. Its scent was divine and so intoxicating that the girl’s legs buckled while standing in an uncomfortable position. The man persistently ran his hand along the crotch, touching the clitoris and sometimes inserting the tip of his finger into her vagina. Diana was already shaking with excitement, wishing with all her heart that this moment would last forever and never stop.

Diana, forgetting about all the prohibitions, began to actively help her master and moved her hips to the beat of his finger movements. Alexander removed his hand and, pleased with himself, prepared for the games.

“Do you know why a man should flog a woman?”

“Yes, Master, we were told many times in the classroom.”

“Tell me, I want to listen!”

“A woman is created from dirt and has no soul, she tried to seduce a man so that he was expelled from paradise, for this God cursed a woman and took away her will. Now, in order to find soul and forgiveness, a woman must serve a man created in the image and likeness of God. Only a man can help a woman find freedom through punishment and domination.”

“How well trained you are! I love it! You had a wonderful school!”

She smiled contentedly, she was flattered that the owner paid attention to her and spoke to her.

“Do you know that rods free from bad thoughts, free from sinfulness, cleanse?”

“Yes, Master, I know.”

“Do you know that not only rods are capable of this? Any method of flogging in the modern world works no worse than the good old rod?”

The girl was silent, not knowing what to answer. Alexander swung and delivered a warning blow to her protruding buttocks.

“Is that so good? Like it?”

“Yes, Master, I like it!”

“Do you want me to help you to be free from sin? Do you want me to help cleanse you of filth?”

“Yes, my Lord, I really want to!” Diana closed her eyes and imagined how she finds a soul and after death does not disappear without a trace, but gains eternal life. For the sake of this, you can endure anything. “Help me cleanse, do not spare my body! I want to be free from filth!”

Alexander was in seventh heaven. For many years he looked for an obedient woman, trying to impose his principles and beliefs on her, but this young creature with a brainwash was the most ideal example of obedience.

He often met women who liked the pain, but in the end everyone ran away from him, leaving him alone with his fantasies. No one wanted to obey to the end, and each cared primarily only about herself. This sweet girl seemed ready to die for the sake of his pleasure. Alexander was deeply moved. He began kissing her and stroking her body, trying to penetrate her heart and feel her tension before the upcoming torture.

The girl was trembling with impatience, she was already ready for anything and froze in anticipation of pain. This, Alexander could provide her in full. He began to strike evenly blow after blow, watching how the young creature jumped and wriggled in pain, so innocent and so sincere, dreaming of making him happy. He inflicted more than thirty blows on her, but Diana silently endured, only her face, writhing in painful grimaces, spoke of what was happening inside her.