He came back to me and gripped my hair, pulling me back upright.
I yelped and my hands rose in reaction. Everything stopped and I realized my mistake. Slowly I let my hands drop, hoping….
After a frightening minute he pulled my face to him.
“Lick me clean” he ordered
I gulped and started to lick his cock, taking it in my mouth, fearful of my first taste of my fluids mixed with his.
He grew hard in my mouth, I sucked him eagerly, wanting more of him. He pushed his cock deep into my throat, he held my face tight to him, gagging me.
I heard him whisper “Don’t spill a drop”
It was not until I felt the warm liquid fill my mouth that the words registered.
I struggled to swallow, not to throw up as I got my first taste of his urine, of any urine.
Tears filled my eyes and my mind blanked out, liquid spilt from between my lips and still he held my face against him, his cock deep in my mouth.
It seemed like hours passed before I became aware of his hands in my hair, of the quiet room, of his scent filling my nose.
“You spilled some” he said with a sigh
He pulled me up to my feet, again by my hair, and he dragged me to the bathroom where the large walk in shower was equipped with hand rails.
He had me stand with my hands behind my head again, legs spread while he went back into the room.
I was shaking, wondering what was next.
He returned with a small bag, he pulled 2 pairs of clover nipple clamps from the bag and attached one from each pair to my nipples. He entwined the chains around each other, looped them through the hand rail, bending me down toward the rail, and attached them together.
Then he cuffed my wrists to the rail, and stood back to inspect his work. He shook his head, detached the nipple clamps from each other and attached them to the wrist cuffs, criss crossing the chains. The end result was that if I moved a hand, I pulled on the clamps, pulling painfully on my nipples.
He then pulled me away from the wall, walking my feet back, bending me over, keeping my legs spread.
“Maybe next time you won’t spill any” he said as his whip struck my ass for the first time.
I jumped and squealed as the clamps pulled tight. He stopped for a minute, and I took a deep breath, stealing myself.
The next blow was followed quickly by many more, harder, faster, the whip curling around my body, the pain all blending together so I no longer could tell what was from the jerk of the nipple clamps, or the lick of the whip.
Finally he stopped, he freed my hands and let me sink to the floor of the shower.
I heard water running and he knelt beside me, this time his hands were gentle in my hair as he turned my face to him. He pressed a cool wet facecloth against my face, gently wiping my tears.
“Very good slut” he whispered as he soothed me.