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Kinky Idea for an evening ... with you??? There you are swaying back and forth hanging, feet a few inches off the floor, in the doorway My room, suspended by your now bulging swollen breasts. Facing My huge Manly fur covered bed, acutely aware of the spring chill in the air, marveling that the posts it are bigger then she is. Nevertheless, intently watching My every move … pumpkin spice and vanilla scented candles burn around, whist background sounds of chanting Gregorian monks can be heard drifting in the room. ... Naked, gagged, wrists bound her thighs keeping them out of harm’s way and helping hold her legs spread; she waits. It’s been a pleasurable, erotic and interesting evening so-far, yet the anticipation of unknown torments, the devious thoughts about the exquisite pains still to come and My overwhelming presents make for a sensuous deliriously intoxicating mix. The shibari crotch rope is pulled ever so tightly and snuggly between her cheeks around till it parts her lust moistened lips. The knot pressing and in, holding her slightly open, every movement causing it chaff; so gently and nicely against her already sore and throbbing clit. … As I draw near she shivers, can smell the linger sent of My body wash and feel the heat raiding out from Me as I place a bandana in each of her hands….. Telling her that the night ends in one of ways …… First she can drops one or both of them, kinda like calling red, saying this is boring, its way much or whatever; but In any case it’s over, I cut you down have you suck off then stick you in the hall closet for the night. … Second you out last , I get tired, bored, frustrated, fed- or whatever; I cut you down skull fuck you then chain you the bed so that you can sleep the floor for the night. … Third and best, you cry, you struggle, you scream, you cum lots and lots, you squirt and gush so much that the bowl the floor under you starts fill ; then I take you down and we keep going, we suck and fuck and claw and bit and maul each other … we passionately around until we both fall exhausted and asleep in-bed,<b> snuggled </font></b>together under that big black furry comforter. I move away … …. … and she hears the delicate sound of nipple weights and clamp chains rattling, she savors the initial bit as they go and smiles at the familiar tug her overly sensitive nipples as they lightly swing in accord her movements … then she gasps as I slip a clamp-chain through a small weight from My barbells and she tries not wince or move as I stretch her labia further down around the sides of the rope and firmly attach the clamps. Despite being a mere 2.5 pounds, the extra weight seems disproportionally add the tension she feels cascading parts of her body. The ropes that bind her suddenly seem get tighter, the ones holding her aloft start biting into her breast much more noticeably, the clips just put an her nipples seem heavier, the crotch knot press deeper. Even her feet, hands and hair seems somehow be pulling and tugging more. But the most disconcerting part is how she can no long remain still enough prevent it from swing. … I smile, chuckle and walk over the bed pick a very nice sleek black 3ft signal whip. I tenderly cress it, twist it, turn it, might even crack it once or twice just get a good feel of how it is moving this night …. Walking back towards you I fold it in half and slowly brush it down the side of your face, (noting how drools is starting to drip out of your mouth) then down your neck, your shoulder, tracing the curves of your body down one side and the other … the smell of leather, wax and Me sharpens as I then slide it back down the middle, let it fall open and pull away - - - the first stripe lands the front outer-left side, the second on the right … they crisscross across her abdomen; some light and sensually, more hard and fast, she wiggles and squeaks … her ribs, belly and thighs begin warm and glow, she swoons, then yelps as it cracks and quick snaps land against her tits and pubic mound…. 7 minutes is ….. I reach over the dresser; pick a yellow headed gage needle and say every seven minutes until the bottom of that bowl is covered in cum, I’m going to stick one of these alternately into your tender upper inner thighs and progressively make the next set of beatings more savage … Pain blossoms … saliva drips … endorphins begin to flow … the night is still young. I take the whip, needles, watch and push past, through the doorway into the living room where I pick up My black-n-blue flogger and rain blows down upon your back side, the crashing of the falls jarring your entire body … mixing in hand slaps and paddle smacks to the buttocks and the occasional sting of the whip, we both get more aroused ---- another 7 minutes passes another needle slides in ---- the chill of frozen steel caresses her neck, the point tracing around her ears the back of her neck … I press up behind her, run the flat of the blade and My finger nails up her stomach, then flip it so the blade edge slides under each breast not enough to cut but to bit, to entice, a kiss on the shoulder, a grope here and there to make sure nothing is numb and it’s time to leave some red hot welts, purple whip and crop marks on her back … the yelps turn to screams, tears begin to form, she’s slobbering like a dog, her hands clench tighter around the scarves so as to not drop them no matter what happens, her tits feel like there being ripped off, she’s convinced that her labia are now 3in longer. ..Rational thoughts fade … 7 minutes seems like 7 seconds … but no soft bunny fur here … instead there is the scent, the tang of tarragon and vinegar … drop by drop it feels like her back is blistering, the drops turn to a slow trickle then a wave of glorious pain washes over her yet again, she orgasms … yet the bowl remains dry or with but a few drops and the night continues ……. |
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