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Preacher's Pet 2: Bound, Gagged & Tormented by the Minister
(Traci Wilde)

Mandy hung there, alone, arms stretched overhead, wrists bound by rope. 



Though her feet could touch the floor, they could barely do so, with most of the weight on the balls of her feet. She stood up on her toes, relieving the pressure on her arms as much as she could, for as long as she could until her calves grew weary. Gradually she took the weight off of her feet, only to feel the pressure building in her arms, shoulders.



She had been like this for a good long while, repeating the cycle several times. With no clock, though, Mandy couldn't be sure if she had been tied and alone for twenty minutes, thirty, or a full hour. Maybe longer. It hadn't been that long ago when she was lying, nude, in the pulpit of her church, staring at the rainbow of late-afternoon sunlight filtering through the stained glass windows alone with Pastor Joe, the minister, hovering over her, touching, kissing, caressing, ramming his cock into her as hard and fast as he could.



Even now, in her present predicament, the memory sent a shudder through her body as she recalled the gentle touch of his hands, the urgency in his kisses, the almost savage, out-of-control manner in which he pushed his way into her, invaded her body, filling her, ramming deep over and over.



She moaned at the recollection, even found the memory of him rolling her over and spanking her arousing. She clenched her legs together ??" Mandy had never been bound before, and found the feel of the ropes, the helplessness of her situation, the inability to do anything other than hang absolutely helplessly, mixing with the memories of Pastor Joe taking her, an arousing sensation.



Mandy wanted to come to climax. Hard. Now.



She moaned again, clenching and unclenching her legs, lifting her feet to increase the pressure on her arms.



Without warning the door opened. She held her breath as Pastor Joe walked in. He touched her, hand on her hip, sending a ripple of excitement through her.



"Well?" he asked.



Mandy wasn't sure what to say.



"You haven't been contemplating your immediate future, have you?" he said as he strolled toward the table. He picked up a small whip. "You haven't been thinking about what I might do to you, as I instructed, now have you?" He snapped the whip against the table top.



A shudder rocked her body. Suddenly fear began to take root down deep inside. When he strung her up, right before leaving her alone, he told her to look at the tools and objects on display here, to think of what he might use them for, as the first step toward her discipline training. Instead, she had spent the time remembering their love making, trying to make herself release.



"I...I'm sorry, I..." She stuttered, not able to complete her sentence, unable to finish even a thought.



He stepped to her, whip still in his hand. He placed the end of the whip's handle against her chin, gently ran it down her body, between her breasts, across her stomach, to her little tight snatch. "You, my dear, are in greater need of self-discipline than I imagined. I'm not certain I can teach you much over a weekend."



With that he grabbed her shirt and ripped. The cloth held at first, and he had to take both hands and yank it, tearing the shirt in half, then ripping it from her shoulders as the cloth fell from her body. Mandy shivered as the cool air enveloped her. Pastor Joe unsnapped her jeans, pulled them down.



Mandy grew frightened. Not that much earlier she had been pounding Pastor Joe's brains out in the church sanctuary, but now, here, she didn't like him undressing her, stripping her while she was bound, unable to stop him.



"Please, don't," she whispered.



"Oh, dear, it's far too late for that. You gave yourself to me, remember? I gave you ample opportunity to back out, to change your mind."



"Yes, but I didn't??""



He drew the whip back and then lashed forward, the leather stinging across her thighs. Mandy cried out. He pulled back and struck again. The pastor stepped behind her, unfurling the whip against her ass once, twice, a third time. With each strike Mandy's body shuddered, she cried out.



He continued, and soon she felt tears rolling down her face. She was crying. Partly from the pain, but partly from a curious feeling of shame, for having put herself in this situation.



And she felt...aroused. With each blow she squeezed her legs together tighter, aching for the pastor to touch her, take her, a low throbbing rolling from her pussy. She deserved this. She had been bad in so many ways in her life. She needed to be spanked. To be punished. And each blow made her want more ??" made her want to fuck her tormentor. 



Finally, the whipping stopped. She felt heat radiating from her ass where the leather had kissed her over and over, even through her panties.



Another shiver ran through her, this time as his fingers played along the edges of her panties. He yanked, ripping them away, then began massaging her ass. His touch hurt ??" her ass was sore ??" but he was gentle, caressing, and the feel of his touch mingled with the pain, creating a new, pleasurable sensation.



"So, do you really want me to release you, to stop all of this? I do not want a convert who is not fully committed. You've had a taste of what awaits you, tell me now, one final time, you wish to remain, to subject yourself to my discipline, or we stop, I untie you and we go back to town."



Mandy knew this really was her final chance. She should say no, tell him to stop.



"Ple...please con...continue," she whimpered.



"I need more than that," he said. 



"Ple...please discipline me. Please keep me. Use me," she said, the words becoming easier as she spoke.



He pulled a pocket knife from his pants, slipped the blade under her bra and cut it away. Now she was totally nude.



He stepped in front of her, took her breasts in his hands, caressing, then kissing, gently sucking each nipple. Mandy closed her eyes and moaned. Her breathing quickened, heart rate speeded up. She could feel the dampness between her legs.



"Please," she whispered.



An electric charge ran through her when she felt the pastor's hand against her snatch, fingers playing inside, pressing, probing.



"Oh my god," she said. Hanging there, her arms aching, her ass stinging, absolutely helpless, she should have been scared, should have been focused on the pain, begging to be set free. Instead, Mandy felt orgasm building quickly. She was ready to lose it. She closed her eyes, called his name, began trying to move her hips, thrusting them toward his touch.



"No, no," he said before pulling his hand back and pinching both of her nipples hard.



She cried out, opened her eyes.



"You are here to learn discipline, focus," he said. "Remember? That means you may reach climax only when I say you may. Understood?"



"Please, just...I want you, please, just once, then you can ... teach me."



He smacked her, right there, between the legs, where she was most tender. Pain flared through her body.



"You must learn to control your body, your mind. You stand there, make no move toward me, do nothing as I play with your body, and I may allow you relief."