A slave whipped by a riding crop is not always what it seems. Welcome to the sometimes crazy but always sexy world of Zatanna Dark. We hope you enjoy this short story illustrated by Vasarian’s fetish photos.
I caught My Slave! She is Mine! Heart, body, soul & mind all belong to Me! Does she get to cum? My Choice! Shall she be Punished all night long? My Decision!
Will I allow any part of her to be Touched by Another? Never! She is Mine! I keep her hidden away from the sun and other eyes . . . for I will not share such a beauty with anyone!
Or so I thought. As I touch her with the Tip of my Hard Leather Crop. The one I reserved for only Her Body . . . I can see and sense that Her mind is elsewhere . . .
Her eyes are closed. She’s not looking at me. I see nothing but her, while she Sees and Feels another! Somehow My Slave, My Flesh, My Property has been enjoying the touch of another!
I push the hard leather tip against her firm breast! She, eyes still closed, grabs the shaft and pushes it even harder into her breast! So hard she lets out a gasp of pain followed by another gasp of pleasure…
Her flesh partially wraps around the Tip . . . accepting it! Wanting to engulf it! Be One With It! It’s as if she wants to feel it deep inside . . . to feel him deep inside!
I now understand why she’s been keeping her eyes closed. It’s the opening of her eyes that exposes Her Guilt! The second we make eye contact . . . she quickly turns away! Ashamed of what she had done to me . . .
She is in Love with a Giver of Pains and Pleasures other than me! I know it and my Slave now knows She’s been Caught! There’s no Hiding It! I see the start of tears of guilt welling up in her eyes!
I can’t believe I didn’t see it earlier! My Slave has been having this Affair for Months Now! Worse Yet! She’s been doing so Right In Front Of My EYES! Both mentally and physically . . . she has been with another!
Deciding to whip her ass even Harder! She refuses to release my Crop’s Strap! She bites down as hard as she can as I try to pull it away!
“Slave! That will only get you cropped even harder!”
She calmly replies, “I know.”
No More Fucking Around! I ask her, “Slave? Is there another?” She replies, “I’m Sorry Master.” She’s breathing harder at just my question! She must be thinking of him right now!
“That’s Not An Answer! Slave!” She hesitates . . . close to crying . . .
“Yes, Master . . . I’m in Love with another. I’m Sorry Master.”
My Slave! Although She is Mine! Heart, body, soul & mind all belong to Me! . . . But for me to be her Everything . . . it can’t be Forced . . .
It must be Earned. She is in Love with another and it’s no longer a Secret . . . I must accept it. As painful as this moment is . . .
“Full Disclosure Time Slave! Who is it? Who are you having an Affair With?” Her answer had no words . . . for it didn’t need any . . .
Her New Lover was my Riding Crop . . . Her deliverer of Fear, Pains and Pleasures was an Extension of me and my Love for her all along!
Am I jealous to discover the Affair my Slave was having has been with the hard black leather Riding Crop, reserved only for her Body? . . . Yes!
But this is a Threesome I will allow with Her. As long as our Sessions start with her Painfully Biting him First.
Words © Zatanna Dark Reproduced with the permission of the author Read the original story
Read more erotic fiction by Zatanna Dark on Medium If you want to see more of the crazy, sometimes bonkers world of Zantanna Dark follow @dark_zantanna on and her books are on Smashwords
Simone Francis’s review of Final Bondage Therapy by Zatanna Dark
More submission, spanking and fetish illustrated stories on Secret Obsessions
Subscribe (it’s free) to see the Extra Content
