Morgan and Me

Morgan and Me

By King Leopold

Chapter One

I walked into the room where fifteen year old Morgan had been waiting for me. She was in the same spot I had left her thirty minutes earlier. What choice did she have bound and totally nude as the day she was born. That's how I had left her.

She was facing the left wall of the room, about eight feet from it. I had her wrists bound together behind her back along with her arms at the elbows, pulling them painfully together. This forced her shoulders back causing her to stand with the length of her spine in an arched position, the way I liked to view my girls.

I admired her as the arch in her back made it look as if she was purposely trying to thrust forward her small, grapefruit sized breasts.

Her long legs were also roped together at both her knees and her ankles.

Another rope had been folded in half and looped around her belly. The loose strands of this rope were brought around to the front of her waist, dropped through the folded loop and pulled down between her legs where it was then pulled up her backside wedging itself in-between the lips of her pussy. The rope between her legs was pulled so tight that it felt as if it had burrowed itself deep into her crotch. The loose ends had then been tied tightly to the rope wrapped around her wrists. Any movement by her arms would tug on the wedged rope between her legs.

The tightness of this belly rope also had the effect of squeezing her midsection and restricting her breathing to shallow breaths of air.

In her mouth was a large ring gag shoved up behind her teeth and strapped in place behind her head, forcing her mouth wide open. She hadn't got used to wearing it yet so she was drooling all over her chin and onto her protruding breasts.

Around her neck was buckled a stiff leather collar with several rings attached around it. A small pad lock insured that it wouldn't be removed easily.

As soon as I entered the room she began making all kinds of noise, trying to beg me to let her go, what did I want with her, and why had I brought her here? I say tried, because the ring gag made most of what she was trying to say incomprehensible.

I just ignored her incensed begging as I checked the rope holding her bound in place by pulling on it.

One end of the rope I pulled on was tied to the rope around her elbows, pulling them back and upwards. While the other end was feed through a pulley attached to the ceiling about two feet behind her. The rope then ran across the ceiling above her head to another pulley attached to the ceiling in front of her just before the left wall. From there it angled back towards Morgan where it was attached to the front of her crotch rope, pulling it forward, burrowing the crotch rope further up into her sex. I'm sure she didn't appreciate me tugging on the rope as she was forced to stand balanced on the balls of her feet. My tugging on the rope forced her to rock, upsetting her balance so she struggled to maintain it. This also made her crotch rope dig deeper into her cunt hurting her as I heard a painful moan escape from her gagged mouth.

I walked over the wall where my collection of beautifully crafted whips hung and I selected a leather riding crop. I showed her the crop and asked her if she had ever been whipped by one. I watched the fear grow in her eyes as she mumbled no tearfully through her gag and began to beg me not to use it on her.

I began to caress her rump with the business end of the crop as I listened to her pleas. Then I popped my wrist allowing the crop to slap her ass. She jumped from surprise as far as her bonds allow, which wasn't far, and sucked in her breath. I quickly slap her a second time on her right next to where the first one landed as the skin on her ass began to redden, showing the mark of the crop.

With the second strike she found her voice and screamed and jerked from the pain. I struck her a third and forth time on her other ass cheek. Tears began to well in her eyes and soon streamed down her cheeks as she increased her begged for me to stop. She was sobbing, yelping and drooling through the ring gag as I continued beating her with the crop. I smacked both ass cheeks as well as the backs of her upper thighs continuously with expert precision. Her white skin soon turned a crimson red as I worked on covering the entire surface (like a painter covering his canvas), with the beautiful red marks of the riding crop.

I worked the crop for close to twenty minutes on beating her ass until no part of her white skin had been missed. Morgan was crying uncontrollably when I had finished. Hanging the crop back in its place, I left her alone again to go for a bite to eat, not returning for over forty minutes.