Blog : Island Paradise 5

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4/24/2022 10:03 pm

Island Paradise 5

I watch as a determine man with a middle age spread beginning to develop gathers his other toys for the evening. As he approaches the bed, I begin to involuntary physically respond along with my anticipation rising. He sits on the side of the bed with a leather collar, a chain and a padlock in hand. As he places to collar around my neck, I feel an increase in my wetness seeping from my sex. He locks the collar and chain together with the padlock. I feel both an excitement building and a relief he is taking time to prepare.

"MiLady, aside from the earlier issue of lateness, you have been nothing but a model of my expectations for this evening. For that, you shall have what you said you desire. But there is a here also.".

As he's talking, he's also placing cuffs above my knees. He then takes a couple of pieces of rope out using each to tie my ankles to my upper thighs. As he gets a couple more pieces of rope, I then see his bamboo cane. He used each piece on the cuffs tying each off on the bedframe spreading my thighs wide open. Finally, he hooks the chain on the collar to a hook above the headboard.

He reaches for his cane to show me saying "You like?"

I say "Yes MiLord."

"Good. Hold this for me." placing the cane in my mouth.

"The rule tonight is very simple. You determine how long you'll be caned. You notice your hands are free. When you have had enough, you will use your hands to cover your sex. No need for a safe word tonight."

He removes the cane replacing it with a glass of a red wine at my lips. I sip some enjoying the taste before I swallow. Putting the wine down and picking the cane, he starts patting my breasts going down my abs to my mound and slit. Starting off likely with a steady tapping, I feel myself actually enjoying this.

"Feel free to stimulate yourself now if you want. Just be careful of how you are around your sex. If you cover it, we're done for the night."

The hits are now becoming harder. The stinging is beginning to become intense as we go on. Then he stops, picks my glass of wine offering it to me. I take it, sip some and then look down my reddish, almost blushing body as I enjoy the wine. After a couple of minutes, he takes my glass, sets it down and begin again, this time, a bit harder as evidence by the welts forming from breast to sex. As for me, my sex is beginning to trickle out onto my thighs, down pass my perineum and ass onto the bed. I'm wet is an understatement.

My fingers pull on my nipples allowing me to feel the sting more intensely. I also feel my abs, the sides of my torso, everywhere but my thighs. I don't want this to stop yet. My breathing is beginning to become labored with each swat I feel. He's beginning to focus on my slit and thighs. I adjust my ass almost to every third or fourth swat. It stings so good. I hear my cries rising in volume. Must keep the hands busy.on the flat of my tummy, pinching my nipples, wrapping around my chest.

He stops again. Brings me my glass of wine.

"Nice" he says as his fingers trace the welts left by the cane. He sees some tears and softly wipes them away. He looks into my eyes. I return his look with what I hope is a smile. He takes my glass taking a sip for himself and sets it down.

Beginning again, the focus of his strikes on on my slit with an occasional swat on the thigh. When he hit my button, I can't help but shutter. I fight the reaction to cover my sex with my hands as the tender strikes have become full on swats. Finally, enough. My hands cover my tender slit as I cry.

I'm crying for this man. I'm crying. But I don't know why. Are they tears of pain or tears of joy.

"Do you want me to stop?" He ask.

I look at him smiling at me. I shake my head no. I pull my hands away grabbing the chain to my collar. Remembering an old English story line, I say: "Please MiLord, may I have some more."

He looks at me. Me, spread open for his cane, muffled tears seeping out the corners of my eyes that are pleading for him to continue. Is he trying to decide or is he teasing me. Down comes the cane on the center of my abdomen. I jerk upwards in response, crying out. Down comes the cane again on the same line with the same response from me only shaking more. He reaches between my thighs and as feels my precious juice, smiles. Using the cane, he enters my breeding canal, playing with it inside me, getting all nice and soaked. I adjust my bottom as the cane does it's magic. He takes it out of me and says: "Clean it." I open my mouth and he sets it in and turns away. My hands release the chain and taking the cane, does what I'm told.

He doesn't say a word. He goes to get a basin of water and a wash cloth. He returns and unties me leaving the collar and chain in place, softly wiping me down. I cringe with each touch until the softness and the pain melt into each other. He takes my glass of wine, brings it to my lips. Having cleaned myself off his cane, I offer it back to him as I take a sip of the wine. His other hand is still wiping me down, still cringing when he hits a sore spot.

"Tomorrow night, we'll do the back side."

After putting the toys away, he strips his clothes off and joins me on the bed. His hands spread my thighs and he begins to feast off me, his tongue lapping up my juice, his lips and teeth playing with my tender fleshy meat. I shutter thinking "Yes, I want this.". My mind drifts until he takes a bite on my clit. I jump up only to have my head pull back by the chain. He looks at my eyes, smiles. I can't help thinking "I got the message."

As he lays his head on my mound, I reach down putting my fingers in his hair. "Good night MiLady. Sleep well."

"Good night MiLord."


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