SONYA

BY WHIP MASTER
jadepearce1997@yahoo.com

[ part 1 ]

How she came into his life was probably irrelivent. In short, she was the unknown adopted niece of a dear friend and business partner whose brother, the girl's step-father had passed away unexpectedly. Chris had offered (or more accurately, been coerced) to baby sit the eleven year old and the house for the next few weeks. Maree did not even know of the Sonya's existence until three days earlier when she had been summoned to the small mid-western town by her late brother's solicitor to clear up probate formalities. It seemed that her brother, Simon had married a mail order bride (with instant family) from somewhere in east Europe. The bride was nowhere to be found and the girl was the legacy.

Chris was involved only because Maree had asked him as a favour to accompany her on the long drive from New York City. Now he found himself acting as some sort of foster father to a child of whom he knew nothing. And the house, the big old house miles from nowhere, of the house too, he knew nothing.

Maree left early that morning. She had a long drive in front of her.

Chris stepped out of the shower and began to dry himself before the mirror. He quietly admired his tanned tonned athletic body, a product of the healthy outdoor lifestyle he had persued for most of his forty odd years of life on the planet. He wrapped a towel around his trim waist, reached for and turned the handle of the bathroom door only to be confronted by little Sonya still dressed in the slightly see-through baby doll pink nightie and matching panties she had slept in the night before. Startled, Chris stepped back and the towel that was hanging loosely from his hips dropped to the floor revealing his nakedness to the bulging eyes of the preteen moppet. Sonya, in a gesture of submission dropped to her knees and reached for the towel offering it back to him, seemingly as and act of retricion for having caused it to fall in the first place. Chris felt an unfamiliar surge of excitement standing naked before this kneeling child with an obvious interest in his stirring manhood. His penis began to harden, harden to the strongest erection he had felt since his teenage years. 'What was happening here', he thought. He took the towel from Sonya stepped passed her and casually strode, still naked and fully erect , down the hallway toward the master bedroom where he had slept that previous night. Before entering he paused and turned back toward Sonya allowing her and unobstructed view of his standing cock. He smiled. 'I think I may have a lay down on my bed before breakfast Sonya, you can join me if you wish'. Before she could react he turned and entered the room laying back on the bed waiting hopfully for a response to his offer. Sonya was a little uncertain of what to do next but she was irrisistably attracted to the wide open door of Chris' bedroom. She moved furtively along the hallway, her actions heralded by the creaking floorboards that announced her every step in the otherwise silence of the big old rural villa. Chris waited expentently and gave her a warm welcoming smile when she finally appeared in the bedroom doorway.

'Come over here sweetheart', he beckoned with both arms extending his invitation. With a little more confidence she sidled over to the bed, her eyes still firmly fixed on his swollen cock. He pulled her up onto the bed next to him and placed his arm around her shoulder guiding her head over to his and kissing her forhead. She looked up and gave him a loving smile before turning her attentions back to his hard penis.

'Would you like to touch it?' he asked.

'Oh yes Sir, may I?'

'Of cause Sonya honey, but be gentle'.

She looked up and smiled again. Her hot little hand gently grasped his throbber giving him an incredible surge of sexual pleasure. He had no idea that one so young, sweet and supposedly innocent could impart such pleasure, and with only the gentle squeeze of her little hand on his near exploding boner. But Chris did not want to explode, not yet at any rate. He took her hand and brought it to his mouth kissing and then lustfully sucking her middle and index fingers. She offered a strange look as if uncertain of its meaning.

'Sonya', he asked

'Yes sir',

'I couldn't help but notice how very respectful and obedient you are'

'Oh yes sir, I must be respctful and obedient to my superiors'

'Your supriors?' 'Yes Sir'

'And I am your superior?' Chris asked, the question undoubtedly leading.

Sonya was a little confused.

'But of course, sir'.

'In what way am I superior?'

Sonya paused and thought for a moment

'Well sir, you are an adult man, educated and worldly. I am just a girl child, nieve and dependent'.

Chris was impressed with the quality of her reply.

'Tell me Sonya, why do you call me, sir'

She thought again

'I must use a term of respect when adressing a superior, sir'

'Yes, of course', he whispered. 'Silly me' he thought.

'Sonya', he started after a short pause during which he had hugged and kissd her again and moved her hand back to his penis which she caressed with a seemingly great desire to impart pleasure.

'Yes sir'

'What other terms of respect are you familiar with?'

This time she answered without having to think.

'Well sir, there is master... or my lord & master... or just my lord or your worship or your eminence.....'

'I, er get the picture', he said cutting her off.

She snuggled close to his naked body then suddenly sat up.

'Sir?'

'Yes baby'

'Which term of respect would YOU prefer'

This time it was Chris doing the thinking.

I... I think I'd like you to call me....umm, master'

A big smile ripped across her face and she planted a big kiss on his cheek.

'Yes master, thank you master... and will you can call me slave Sonya?'

'Yes, of course .... slave Sonya ... I like that, slave Sonya.

She hugged and kissed him again, this time fully on the lips. Chris opened his mouth and was dumbfounded to feel her wet slippery tongue slide in, but responded in kind and together they held their passionate embrace for several long minutes. When they broke, Sonya slide down his body kissing first his nipples, then his navel then eventually his cock.

'Slave Sonya', Chris asked once more desperatly trying to distract himself in order to gain some control of his rampent labido.

'Yes master' . She looked up her hand still firmly clasped around him.

'Did you love your step daddy?'

'Yes master, very much so'. A tear dropped from her right eye then one from her left. 'He was very good to me, he was my master and I was his slave. He taught me how to be a good, obedient and respectful slave. He was a wonderful master and I shall never forget him'. She moved up and whispered into Chris's ear. 'But you are my master now... aren't you master?'

'Will you always be obedient and respectful to me?'

'Oh yes master, always'.

'Good, then I want you to do something for me'.

'Yes master, anything'.

Take your nightie and knickers off for me'.

'Yes master, immediately'.

Enthusiastically she jumped off the bed and started a seductive strip that didn't stop until she stood naked before him. She had the most beautiful little preteen body he had ever laid eyes on but there was something about her skin that was different from other little girls her age, something he just couldn't put his finger on. Nevertheless, Chris was ready to cum, cum and cum again.

'So you will obey me no matter what?'

'Yes master, no matter what'

'Do you know what oral sex is?'

'Yes master', she smiled

'Good... then I want you to give me oral sex'.

' Of course master'. Then she paused. 'Master', she asked.

'Yes slave Sonya'

'Shall I self assess?'

'Self assess, I don't understand'

'Well master, under the constitution of master's rights and slave's duty, it is accepted that when a slave performs oral sex upon her master, the invitable imperfections of her performance will impact on her master's pleasure. Accordingly the master has the right to corporally punish his slave to compensate for the the diminished pleasure he has suffered. Generally a master will assess the slave's performance and determine the level of her punishment but my former master was so kind and generous that he would allow me to self assess my performance and suggest an appropriate punishment'.

Chris was awestruck. The girl had undoubtdly memorised most of what she had just said but appeared to understand what it all meant. He wanted to keep this line of conversation going.

'What kind of imperfections does this ... er constitution refer to?' he asked.

'Well master, the constitution states that a slave giving oral service to her master must maintain a high level of salivation in her mouth at all times, She must take his entire penis in her mouth when and as often as master commands, she must never allow her teeth to contact master's penis unless he commands, she must maintain complete rigidity of her head when master chooses to use pelvic thrusts to pump penis into her mouth and she must guage the optimum depth of her tongue into masters anus to grant him maximum pleasure'.

'And what else does the constitution say .... you know... about oral sex.

Sonya did not seem ill at ease or uncomfortable in any way as she went on.

'Firstly, the master has all rights and the slave has none. When a slave is ordered to perform oral sex, she may not request a suspension of the service for the purpose of taking food or water, or to attend to her toilet until a priod of no less than four hours has elapsed. After this time the slave may request a suspension but the master may refuse such a request. A slave may be required to perform orally on any person, male or female of her master's choice. A slave may also be required to perform oral sex whilst receiving corporal punishment but must not allow any decrease in the quality of service because of the pain she is enduring.

'Have you recieved corporal punishment?'

'Yes master, many times'

Chris thought for a moment.

'Now let me get this right. You are going to suck my cock for as long as I want you to ..... let me cum in your mouth?' Sonya nodded '... and afterwards you are going to offer yourself to be whipped for not doing a perfect job? Is that it?'

'Yes master. Will this not please you, master?'

'Oh yes, it would please me greatly except that I do not think that I can bring myself to whipping you, after all you are just a kid and after I've cum it wouldn't be such a turn on.'

'But master you must punish me, the constitution demands it and I will not truly be your slave unless you .... oh master, please.'

'Unless I what?'

'Put marks on my body, all over my body. Your marks, master. Marks of ownership.'

Sonya bagan to cry then suddenly perked up.

'I know', she said. 'Interim punishment!'

'I couldn't possibly guess what that is ... but ... go on'.

'Well master, you order me to perform oral service for ... say half of one hour under strict instructions NOT to make you cum, and after that time you administer the just punishment earned for my misgivings during that half of one hour only, and then I resume the service until you command the next punishment and so and so on. Does this please you master?'

'Yes slave Sonya, I think it will please me greatly'.

'Oh thank you master. Shall we retire to the dungeon?'

'The dungeon, you have a dungeon?'

'Of course, master. Where else would a master torture his slave'.

Sonya grabbed her new master's hand. 'If it pleases you master, may I show you the dungeon room ... please master, may I?' Chris barely had time to conjure up a response before she literally pulled him off the bed and began dragging him toward the door. 'I guess so slave Sonya' he said. 'Seems she wouldn't take no for an answer at any rate', he thought to himself.

They descended the stair to ground level, made a left then right turn into a long hallway at the end of which stood a sturdy wooden door. He felt strange walking naked with his cock standing out like a like a raised elephant's trunk. The door wasn't locked. Sonya turned the old ring shaped handle and pushed it open presenting another set of stairs that led into darkness below. She reached across to the opposite wall and grasped a candle from its cradle lighting it with a match she extracted from a box intentionally placed on an ajoining shelf for that very purpose. Chris still struggled to make out much of what lay before them from the weak fluttering light of that single candle. It was not until they reached the bottom of the stairs and Sonya began to ignite a series of oil lamps did the true nature of the chambre become apparent.

It was a chambre of pain, of punishment, of torture. How else could you describe it? Chains and wrist restraints hung from the huge timber bearers that supported the structure of the house, a stout whipping post and a convex vertical rack dominated the centre of the spacious vault and a plethora of instruments capable of inflicting gruesome suffering adorned each of the four sandstone walls. In fact the only item in the chambre that didn't relate to ancient roman torture was the chair, a superbly luxurous, velvet upholstered single divan that one would only see on sale at the most expensive of furniture stores and even then the strange additions consisting of two half-pipe shaped leg rests extending from the edge of the arm rests at an angle of about 30 degrees would leave one wondering of their intended use.

'Come master', said Sonya. 'Let me make you comfortable'. She led him to the chair. 'This is the master's throne ... your throne master'. Chris sat and the chair seemed to ajust automatically to his natural posture. 'Is this to your satisfaction, master?' she asked hopefully. Was it ever! He could could not recall ever having having experienced such oppulance. The sensation of the velvet surface on his naked skin and the softness of the support on the muscles and sinews of his body were enough to make him sigh with delight.But that was but a taste of the perverted pleasure that was about to engulf him. Sonya, in her incredibale naked beauty knelt before him and meekly requested permission to give him pleasure. He could only nod in assent and watch for her little tongue begin its work.

"Master", She began. "For how long shall I pleasure before the first interium punishment?" Chris peered down at her innocent face. It was no longer possible for him to make a rational decision. She was in total control and he knew it. 'Um... er... perhaps 30 minutes. 'Yes master, as you wish". Sonya stood and walked over to a timer clock which was mounted on the north wall. She set for 30 minutes, activated the start button to initiate the countdown and returned to her kneeling position before her master, to begin. She lapped at the underside of his rock hard cock gradually working up to the head before returning to the starting point. She nibbled at his scrotum and licked again generating more wet saliva with each journey to the head. She took his moistned cock and sandwiched it gently between her the palm of her little hand and the soft warm cheek of her flawless face and began a slow up and down motion with hand and face. She swapped hands and cheeks to equalise the pleasure to his cock.. She teased him with her tongue, teased his balls, teased his shaft and teased his head and then sent him to heaven when she finally dropped over and swamped his entire length with the wet warmth of her mouth and throat. She was an expert. Chris knew that if this had been her first act he would surely have blown his load down her gullett but the gradual build up had somehow given him more control.

Then came a new and even more exciting experience. Sonya caoxed each of his legs in turn off the floor and onto the half-pipe shaped rests spreading his legs for greater access. But greater access to what? Almost unknown to him she activated a lever at the side of the divan which allowed his buttocks to shift forward and his torso to recline. Her little tongue edged its way to his arshole to begin its duty. Chris had had lovers before who had given him similar pleasure but they were either heavily plied with alcohol or heavily compensated financially. And none had performed with such commitment and desire to please. As her wet tongue lapped at his brown spot he wondered how anyone could find imperfection in her performance. She paused momentarily to wet her fingers then continued all the while gently rubbing his shaft in unison with the motion of her tongue. Chris allowed her to pleasure him in this manner for several minutes before reaching forward and lifting her chin towar d his cock. He was delighted to find the chair automatically return to its original position and she instinctively resumed swallowing his manhood with even greater enthusiasm.

The alarm sounded and Chris shuddered. Thirty minutes had expired.

Sonya laid her little body flat on the floor and grasped her master's ankles and submissively kissed his feet. 'Master', she began. 'I implore your forgivness for the imperfections of my duty. I offer my body to receive just punishment for the diminshed pleasure you have suffered as a result of my imperfections. I cannot even pretend to be worthy of you as your slave until you grant me the opportunity to suffer the pain of your whip. Since you have graciously allowed me to self assess my punishment I beg you to inflict upon my unworthy body, fifty lashes with the cat-of-nine-tails followed by one hundred lashes of the horsewhip, as interium punishment only.

She awaited his response but there was none. Chris was dumfounded and finding himself somewhat disorientated tried to speak but couldn't. Sonya sensed this and took the initiative. She crawled on all fours to the wall on which hung her previous masters favourite whips, whips that had cruelly lashed her little naked body many thousands of times before. She selected both the cat and the horsewhip. She spanned the torture instruments across her spread hands, returned to her knees and then bent her body forward to be low and parrallell to the floor, raising the whips above the level of her head. In this position she crawled on her knees back to her master's feet and presented them to him.

'I offer these instruments of torture to you my master that you may scourge my body and make me worthy to serve you. I beg you master, please be cruel, please show no mercy, I must suffer for you. I must.

Chris felt sick with the excitement of what was to follow. He smiled at Sonya, an evil smile and accepted the whips.

Sonya stood and backed slowely toward the convex wooden rack all the while fixing her eyes upon her master's. She spread her legs and in turn kick each heel against the restraint rings embedded into the side of the rack. The restraints were designed to react to such a trigger by springing closed and captivating the ankle. This done, she raised her little arms and with a similar motion activated the wrist irons which clamped her wrists in placed. She then kick her head back and activated a machanical head clamp that circled her forhead like a sweat band and pulled her head back and locked into placed. Then the entire rack rotated forward so her little puffy beast buds were the most protruding part of her body.

"Master preferred to restrain me in this manner when whipping me with the cat-of-nine-tails, master. He said that my little tits and the cat were made for each other. Do yo agree, master?"

'Yes', Chris replied taking the handle of the cat and swishing it menacingly through the air. 'Yes I certainly DO agree', he repeated now growing more eager to play the game and inflict some real pain.

'I belong to you master. I am your property. You may do whatever you so desire'.

Chris felt a wave of sadistic desire engulf him. The site of the naked little girl restrained as she was with her tiny titties just begging fo a taste of the cat, consumed all sense of moral decency he may have possessed. He decided that if this was just a game, if she wasn't genuine the he wasn't going to give her a way out. He blindfolded her and inserted a ballgag into her mouth but she made no protest.

He took up his poition with her to his right. He took aim at her nipples raised the metre long whip and slashed it through the air with all his force and cracked the leather across her chest. Her little body heaved momentarily froze and the returned to its original position ready for the next lash. Any noise that might have eminated from her mouth was muffled by the ballgag. The next lash, and the next landed squarely across her chest with similar force and the body contortion followed a similar pattern. Chris had no idea how pleasurable administering a whipping could be. He lashed her agagin and agin working on her stomach and thighs, her hairless unprotected pussy and pubic mound before returning to her titties. Yes he found torturing her titties the most exciting of all. And this was just the first part of the first whipping. This was going to be some day.

Chris was startled by the shrill sound of the phone ringing. Hell he didn't even know it was there! He wondered if he should answer it and thought, What the hell! Sonya was sure in no position to! He pick it up off its cradle. It was a cordless wakabout type so he had to press the 'answer' key.

'Hello'.

'Hello, is this master?' asked the young girl's voice at the other end. 'Intrigued, Chris decided to see where this was going so he told a little fib.

'Yes, this is he. What can I do for you?'

'Master, this is slaveslut Kelly, I have just arrived at the bus depot and I was told by my master to contact you. I am to report for a punishment weekend'.