The elders used to say that if a woman wanted to keep a man stuck by her side; she needed to capture his stomach first.
But that was sothing that Calista proved to be very false as the more she grew up, with a year added to her younger age, the more realized that people would never get satisfied.
In the previous ho where she grew up, being a lowly slave who was destined to serve others day and night, Calista despite having no voice debunked that saying.
Her male master had several concubines and bed warrs. But wasn’t the official wife a virtuous wife who treated him like a god?
But where did that get her?
The house ended up with more won who strived for favor and weren’t shy to use any ans to get what they wanted.
Her deceased husband, wasn’t his first wife a very good woman as well?
Mary, John’s first wife, was a lovely village woman who grew up with John and ford a family. But didn’t he succumb to the charm of another woman as well?
Was he starving when he was with Mary?
Even when she, as the second wife, cooked good food and provided John with everything he needed, did he leave his first wife for her?
No, he didn’t. fortunately, her mind was trained enough to not foolishly believe the lies of the elders.
Rather than keeping him with a warm plate of food, this ti around, she was going to capture him with her unique traits, even if it ant revealing another major secret of hers.
As she looked at the man bound to the bed, his muscles tensed as he wasn’t aware of what might happen next, Calista licked her lips pervertedly as she raised her hand revealing the leather whip, she spent quite a lot to acquire a few years ago.
And without warning, the raised whip suddenly descended, giving Orson a lick as the lash ended on his abdon, which tensed before convulsing, as that standing rod did sothing that proved to her that she and Orson might have the sa fetish.
Seeing how his body was twitching and the way he groaned in pleasure as he tried not the loosen the binding, she had placed on him, Calista who had not done sothing like this ever since she was reborn in this world again was filled with unknown pleasure.
However, she also understood that there were rules when doing sothing like this and she didn’t want to let the bird she caught by so many sches fly away from her because of indulgence.
Because of that, she didn’t dare land the second lash but caressed her fingers on his leg, making his body tremble again as she asked, "Hubby. My fun involves doing sothing like this until you can’t do it anymore. Are you willing to continue? If you aren’t comfortable, we can stop!" softly as she didn’t want him to feel discomfort.
Orson wasn’t expecting Calista to stop suddenly like that. The sensation of the leather whip that had just lashed him was still lingering in his system and honestly, it didn’t hurt as much as one would expect, but it made his blood boil and eager for more.
Knowing his wife, she wasn’t the kind to ask for opinions. If she wanted sothing, she would just get it herself, but now she was lowering herself to ask him that. How could he not be touched?
Besides, his body had already reacted. If he were to say that he wasn’t liking this, wouldn’t he beco a coward? And at the sa ti, could her lashes hurt the way he would? He didn’t think so.
So, without wasting too much ti, he opened his mouth and responded without seeing her since he had been blindfolded by a good material which didn’t allow his eyesight which he was very proud of seeing beyond saying, "Just do whatever you want with . I trust you, Calista!" his words were very reassuring.
When she heard that, a huge lump that was starting to form suddenly dissipated, making her free to breathe.
If she were to explain to people in her world and era, what she was about to do to Orson would be known by those in the modern world as BDSM. It was a strange act in her eyes, especially when she saw a woman being the receiver.
In fact, when she first saw people practising it, she was so disgusted she hated the fact that she was a woman. But as the new world opened up to her, revealing to her how wonderful human rights had beco, at least in other worlds, she realized that n could also be on the receiving side.
She had served others her whole life before eting an untily death. How could she be willing to be soone else’s slave or submissive?
So, when she saw that n could take the two titles as well, her interest in dominitrix or female dominators increased.
Since n could find pleasure in receiving pain, why not learn so that one day, she could fulfil her fantasy?
But who would have known that her dream was getting fulfilled by husband number two instead?
and seeing him willing to try this, Calista was on cloud nine.
"I will be as gentle as I can. Rember to warn if it gets too much!" she didn’t forget to remind before she started.
However, before she raised her hand for the second lash, Orson’s response made her excited. "Just go all out!"
And to make sure that she didn’t disappoint him, Calista, who was doing this for the first ti in this world, let loose.
Orson felt as if he entered a new world, a world he never knew existed and wished he had entered it years ago when everything was bleak for him.
With every lash that landed on him and kissed his skin, Orson felt pleasure and release, which he desperately needed.
With every lash that landed on him, Orson felt as if the deities were finally forgiving him for being a failure and Calista was the judge sent to him to relieve him of the guilt. He had been bottling for years without letting out.
He didn’t know where she learnt that and how she even thought of doing sothing very strange like that, but as at that mont, he was very grateful that she was that knowledgeable.
Since she was a master herself, how could she not know other strange things?
So, with his cooperation and Calista’s desire to conquer Orson, a wonderful session of whip-lashing was successfully completed.
And by the ti she was done, she removed the blindfold, revealing Orson’s reddened eyes, which startled her greatly.
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