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The Crop... “Tonight when I arrive home, you will be naked, gagged, blindfolded and cuffed for me. You will be on your knees waiting. The crop will be next to you. I know it will not be easy to prepare yourself with all that, but you will do it. It has been a trying day already and I have a lot of aggression. I will take out my aggression on you.” It was 10:30 AM. She read the series of texts on her phone, her body instantly quivering with anticipation. She felt the twinge of stimulation between her legs and instantly shifted in her seat. He knew how to get under her skin so well. She wondered how she would possibly get through the next seven hours thinking about what he would do to her. She could feel her panties gradually soaking up her juices. The rest of the day would crawl along, her work sitting to the side while she daydreamed about the evening ahead. When she finally was able to leave, her body was practically on fire. She could feel the wetness between her legs with each step she took to her car. Driving home, all she could think about was the crop. Where he would use it. For how long. When she was in the house, she showered and then prepared herself. Placing the crop next to her, securing the gag and placing the blindfold on was easy. Cuffing herself was more difficult but after a couple of minutes, she was able to secure herself. She was now helpless, waiting for him to arrive. After a few minutes, she could feel the saliva beginning to eke out of the corners of her mouth. Her arousal was increasing by the second. She could feel it between her legs, the pulsating of her clit as she squirmed. A soft whimper escaping from her gagged lips. She suddenly realized that if he was delayed at work, then she would be helpless there until he was able to come home. She let out another grunt at the thought of this, but before she could let her mind wander too much, she could hear the lock turn. He was home. His confident footsteps strolled directly to the living room where she was. She shifted uncomfortably knowing he was there, waiting for him to say something. She could sense him near her, but there were no words. Nothing was spoken. No physical contact. She let out a soft grunt as she waited. Her body almost trembling with anticipation. She never saw him pick up the crop. Never knew that it was by her open sex. Never knew that he was just staring at her, his cock stiffening as she watched her. His mind releasing all of its anger from the day. His focus shifting to what he was going to do to the beautiful woman in front of him. “Good girl”. The words made her body warm and flush with delight. She started to smile when the crop made its presence felt, the sting against her open sex filling her with pain, the type of pain she loved. The type of pain that she felt in her toes, but turned her on so wildly she could almost climax from it. Before it even receded, the next blow was on her. She mewed helplessly as the crop repeatedly struck her sex, ten harsh times in succession. Saliva poured out of the corners of her mouth, as she practically panted. Finally, the lashing stopped, and she breathed raggedly, the pain intense, the pleasure between her legs building and building. She could feel tears streaming down her cheeks but she could also feel the intense arousal. She wanted to cum, she needed to cum. She mewed through the gag, desperate for release. As if he could read her mind, his fingers were there, rubbing her clit fast and aggressively, the way she liked when she was at the brink. Her noises changed from cries to moans as she began to gasp, the noises coming from her desperate mouth louder and louder, his fingers pressing down on her clit. The next words he spoke were the ones she was most grateful to hear. “Cum for me, little girl. Now.“ ~ sadece-hayal  "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.” |
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9/23/2019 6:30 am |
Good girl!!!! You serve your Master Well.I am sure he is proud of you.
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The Dreaded CROP ... I LOVE To Fear
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Mmmmm beautiful story. the crop is my choice of inflicting pain, and pleasure. she looks magnificent. tied, gagged, sweat glistening over her soft smooth skin. She is wet between her legs.. Smiles as the red lines appear over the skin on her back and bum cheeks. Her eyes pleading for her release..
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I adore the crop. "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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