Spoiled Desires

Happy Birthday Mira

There was a clang sound as Mira moved her hands not yet used to the weight of the handcuffs around her wrists. The cuffs were attached to poles on either side which stretched her arms.

Her mouth was gagged, and her body was naked lying on the soft cushion-like mattress placed on a Victorian-style wooden table. She had been in this dimly lit room for the last half an hour and took in every detail of the room.

The room was decorated very old-fashioned, with a fireplace on the opposite side. An old pendulum clock on the left wall near the sofa set. There were floral pattern curtains to the huge windows through which light sunlight passed. On the right there was a huge mirror that reflected her, so she avoided looking at that side.

Overall it was a decent room with showed signs of a respected family, only for a nude Mira tied there inappropriately.

She was patient, even drowsy. She wondered about her state now. It was all due to fucking Lucy.

'You will enjoy it," Lucy said, winking at Mira as she gave a bold red card to her as a birthday present. She shouldn't have accepted it knowing Lucy is just an annoying bitch.

As her eyes were going to be closed the door slammed open. Mira became alert and craned her neck to see who had come. The room beyond the door was illuminated by a dark red light.

A man walked in, he was tall and had messy blond hair wearing a three-piece tailored suit. She couldn't see his face well due to the dim light and the lack of spectacles. The man looked down at Mira, she expected some conversation but the man just stared her up. She began to feel a little uncomfortable.

"Massage her breast," the man ordered.

"Yes Master," a calm yet stern voice said. Mira was so focused on the master that she didn't notice the maid behind him.

The maid swiftly came near her and without looking at her face she covered her hands in her left breast and began massaging it. Mira's breasts were quite a handful, soft and pendulum-shaped.

The hand was soft and competent, touching her with no emotions, she was lost in the sensation.

Mira remembered the master, he was near the coffee table drinking wine and looking out the window. The sunlight fell on his face. It surprised Mira, the master appeared very young, maybe in early 2O-S, and looked very boyish. Master sipped his wine and glanced at Mira, more exactly at the maid. Damn, he got the looks!

After ten minutes on both breasts, the master came closer again. His gaze eyed the heavy breast that fell on either side of her chest. He raised his hand expectantly. Mira got confused at the gesture.

Then the maid produced a small crop and placed it in his hand. The master showed no expression, no warning as he struck the crop on her breast. Mira flinched and her teeth clenched around the ball in her mouth for a second.

Wow!

Previously, when Mira was left alone she decided to go with the flow of the present situation, so she tried to relax her body. It was the most unexpected and unusual situation she was in, so she wanted to make the most of it.

Whop.

Whop

The crop strikes her enormous bosoms, each unpredictable and powerful which leaves red angry marks on her skin. She gasped trying to catch her breath. The young master was skilled and perfect with his hands.

Master stroked her left bud with the crop which instantly perked up. Blood rushed to it, poking its peak out.

Mira arched her back, trembling. The sound of whopping echoed in the room to every corner.  Shit, slowly it was arousing her but also shamed her. She preferred men older than her, but this young master was just so good.