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John, Carole and a Bottle
I wouldn’t want you to get the wrong idea. My wife and I are not always getting up to ‘unusual activities’ but we decided when we first got married that we should work hard to keep some sparkle in our sex life… hence the ‘games’. About 4 or 5 times a year (it used to be more often) we act out our fanasies and really go to town. This particular event happened about 18 months ago and to the best of my recollections what happened was this… I’d got home from work about 7:00 and usual sat down to my tea.
My son was already in bed and Carole (my wife) sat watching me with a permanent grin on her face. I finished my tea and went into the living room, my wife followed still smiling. “Ok”, I said, “What’s up?”. “I wondered whether you were in the mood for a game?”, she replied. “Whose turn is it? (to choose the plot)”, I asked. “Mine”, she said gleefully. “You’ve got something planned”, I said. “What’s the matter, lost your bottle?”, she said scornfully. Bottle!, then I remembered, in our last game I’d forced her to take most of a half pint beer bottle up her cunt, she reckoned it had hurt her (anyone would think I’d left the top on) and she said she was going to get even. “Well?”, she asked. “Ok then”, I said, “What’s it to be?”. “First you’ve got to promise not to go back on your word”, she said. “I promise now put me out of my misery”, I replied, wishing immediately that I hadn’t said that last bit. “Well first I want you undressed”, she said. “Where?”, I asked. “Here”, she said, “in the living room, by the fire”. Well that sounded fair enough so I stripped off. “What now?”, I enquired. “Now”, she said wickedly, “I want to tie your hands behind your back and your feet together”. “What for?”, I asked.
“Do you want to play this game or not”, she snapped. “Alright, alright”, I said, “tie away”. From the bureau she produced two lengths of thick orange nylon rope. ‘She’s been cutting up my tow rope’ I thought as she came over and tied my hands and feet firmly. Then she left the room for a few minutes and as I laid there completely helpless I wondered what I had let myself in for. Presently the door opened and she entered wearing only a pair of long leather boots and a studded leather belt round her waist. Then I noticed she was carrying that beer bottle and a glass. “Like a drink?”, she said pouring a little into the glass, IT WAS YELLOW!!. “If thats what I think it is, no thanks”, I replied.
“Well we’ll have to see whether you’re a good boy, wont we?”, she said putting the bottle and glass on the coffee table. She came over to me and sat on my stomach facing my feet. “Call that a prick?”, she said flicking it with her fingers. “Give me a chance”, I said, “I havent had a chance to get worked up yet”. “I’ve seen bigger matchsticks”, she continued, waggling it from side to side (Great sense of humour my wife, anyone who didn’t know me intimately would think I only had a small one). Then Carole reached over and squeezed my balls so hard I cried out. “If your prick isn’t hard by the time I count to ten I’ll squeeze them even harder”, she said in a harsh voice. As she counted I closed my eyes and thought of Kim Wilde, she was naked and just about to close her mouth around my cock. “5…6…7, thats better”, Carole said, “signs of life at last, but you’ll have to do better than that”.
Now Samantha Fox had joined Kim and was just about squat over my face. “9…10″, she continued, “well, its not as hard as I would have liked, but it’ll do”. Carole then reached under the sofa cushion and pulled out a roll of thread, which she proceeded to wind round my cock 5 or 6 times, leaving about 14 inches hanging loose (the thread I mean, not my cock). Turning to face me she said “Right, you snivelling little wanker, this is where I start to REALLY enjoy myself”. Her face had lost all trace of humour and she looked angry and hard. Kneeling directly above my face she said “You can start by eating my pussy”.
Craning my neck I reached up and ran my tongue the length of her slit. She sat back on my chest and slapped me with all her might around the face. “You useless bastard”, she snapped, “Is that the best you can do, LICK ME HARD”. She positioned herself above my face again but not near enough. I pushed up and forced my tongue deep inside her hot hole. As I did so she moaned and some of her juices ran down my tongue and into my mouth. My prick now was reaching its full potential and the thread was cutting into it causing me great pain. This resulted in a lapse in concentration and I stopped licking Caroles cunt. She sat back and WHACK, my face stung again as she slapped me. “You’re a dirty little cunt-sucking fucker. What are you?”, she asked. “The thread was cutting into..”, I began, trying to explain. WHACK.. WHACK.
This time I received a slap on each cheek. She had fire in her eyes and I knew I would have to obey. “I’m a dirty little cunt-sucking fucker”, I said meekly. For the first time in a while she smiled, but it was a wry smile, she was really enjoying my pain. She positioned herself again and began playing with her nipples (her nipples are so sensitive she can bring herself off just by touching them alone). I lifted my head to continue my service but she reached down and pushed it back to the floor with a thump. “When I tell you to.. not until”. I was grateful that the pain had at least lessened my ardour and the excruciating pain I had felt in my cock. Moving her hands down to her cunt she teased her clit then opened the lips, causing several drops of juice to splatter onto my face. She looked down, smiling at her handywork and said “Ok, now lick me really hard”. I pushed up and licked her clitoris. “HARDER”, she yelled.
I tried but she just wasn’t close enough. She reached behind my head and forced me hard against her cunt. “STUFF YOUR TONGUE UP ME.. HARD”, she urged. I couldn’t breathe I was dying!. Did she realise she was killing me?. I had to say the code word to make her stop, but all I could manage was “mmmpppppfffff”. “Do it right or I wont let you breathe”, she said. I forced my tongue out further than I had ever done and reached depths of her body I never thought possible. “Ooooohhhh”, she said with deep satisfaction and released my head. Her juices covered my face, in my eyes, up my nose, matting my hair and the amount that collected in my mouth as I struggled for breath took two large gulps to swallow.
“Thats the first time you’ve made me cum with your tongue“, she said softly. “You nearly killed me there”, I said, “I’m glad thats over”. “OVER!!”, she said, the harshness returning, “I’m not finished with you yet boy. I’ve been planning this for days there’s lots more to do”. I couldn’t believe it, in the past she had always lost interest after she had cum. “Whats next”, I asked. “Well”, she replied “you know how I like my arsehole tickled, I had planned that you were going to bring me off with your tongue up there but I couldn’t wait. Still never mind, you can still tongue me”. With that she turned round and squatted over my mouth. Reaching behind her she parted the cheeks of her bum and told me to lick.
“Ooohhh”, she said as my tongue flicked up and down, “thats niccceee”. She squirmed around then sat firmly on my face, I could just about breathe. “Push it up”, she squealed, “I want to feel it inside me”. I tried but she was too tight. She got off of my face and turned round. “Now you’ve disappointed me”, she said with a wicked glint in her eye, “Its drinky time”. With the she took the bottle off of the table. “Now thats going a bit too far”, I said. The pain returned to my prick. She had grabbed hold of the loose end and yanked it. “Ok”, I said, “You win”. She squatted with her cunt just over my mouth and with one hand parted the lips. “Open wide”, she said pulling on the thread to make sure I obeyed. I opened my mouth and she poured the contents of the bottle over her clit, down her slit and into my mouth. It was LIMEADE. I hate the stuff I think piss would have been preferable. “You’ve got off easy this time”, she said, “Next time You may not be so lucky”. “Is that it?”, I asked. “Nope”, she said, “turn over. I want you to finger me”. I turned onto my stomach and she positioned herself over my hands.
”Rub my clitoris gently or its the strap for you”. I turned to see that she had taken off the studded belt and was holding it menacingly over my buttocks. I moved a finger up and prodded her in a sensitive spot “OUCH” she said bringing the belt down over my arse. ‘Snap’ I thought no longer caring. “Can’t you do anything right”, she snapped, “I can see that you havent learnt your lesson”. Believe me, trying to gently rub a clitoris with your hands tied behind your back, not being able to see where the damn thing is and with pain wracking your body is not an easy thing to do. It would make a doozy section for the Krypton Factor, better than those stupid puzzles they do. Another good one would be reciting a nursery rhyme while your face is inserted up a sopping chuff… where was I.. Oh yes.
Well after a few unsucessful prods Carole was really loosing her temper. “Rotten bastard”, she said, “You’re doing it on purpose. I’ve got just the punishment for you”. I waited for the stab of pain but to my horror I felt the rim of the bottle top pressing against the rim of my arsehole. “NO”, I yelled tensing my arse. “See how you like a bottle up YOU”, she said pushing hard. I was fighting a loosing battle and my sphincter muscle was fading fast. Bit by painful bit the bottle went in till it reached the wide part. “Thats enough, it wont go any further”, I offered. “I took a lot more up me”, she answered and continued pushing. That was it I couldn’t take anymore she was ripping me apart. I screamed the code word and she stopped. “Sorry”, she said, “Have I gone too far?”. I laughed at the innocence of the question. “I can’t take any more of that bottle”, I said. “Do you want to stop the game?”, she asked. “No”, I answered, “I’ve come this far, I’ll see it through. Just remove that bloody bottle”. She removed the bottle and turned me over onto my back. “Just one more thing”, she said. “What’s that”, I asked. “Where’s my fuck”, she replied.
I looked at the pathetic limp object between my legs and said “No chance”. “I thought of that”, she said, “I’ve a little story for you”. Carole does know how to tell a good sexy story. “Guess who I went to see this morning?”, she said. “Who?”, I asked. “Julie”, she said. Now Julie is our niece, she was 17 and georgeous and Carole knew I had the hots for her. “I got her out of bed. Did you know she sleeps only in a pair of knickers?. She’s getting a very big girl, her tits are larger than mine.. and so firm and proud”. It was working, my cock was finding a new lease of life. She continued, “We chatted while she got dressed. You’d have loved to have seen what I saw when she took those knickers off. The cutest arse.. and that cunny of hers.. it looked so sweet I wouldn’t have minded a taste myself”. I winced as I realised the thread was still wound round my cock, and it was starting to pull tight again. “Yes”, she went on, “when she sat down and lifted her leg to put a clean pair of knickers on her cute little cunt parted and it was so pinky and moist.
I even caught a whiff of it, most delightful. If only you could have been there and seen it, You would have creamed your jeans. By now I had a raging hard-on and Carole mounted it. “Arghhh”, I yelled as the pain got more intense, “You’ll do me a serious damage”. “Trust me”, she said, “Remember I’m a nurse”. “Did they teach you this at college or did you pick it up on the ward”, I quipped. “I nearly forgot the best bit”, she said, “I brought back a souvenier for you”. Again she reached under the sofa cushion and this time she produced a pair of knickers. “I retrieved them from Julie’s linen basket, they’re the one’s she was wearing last night, she’ll never miss them”. “Aaarrrggghhh”, I yelled again as my cock reached bursting point. “And just look at these stains”, she said showing me the crotch, “Looks as if Julie was a very naughty girl last night. Here enjoy yourself”, she said placing the crotch over my nose and mouth.
The conflict of pain and pleasure was indescribable. “Oooohhhh”, Carole moaned getting more and more worked up, “Your prick feels just like one of those ribbed dildos” (I never even knew she’d ever experienced a ribbed dildo). Luckily Carole didn’t need much stimulation and with a cry of “Fuck me, fuck me, ooooh yes, thats ittt, I’m coming, I’m cominggg, NOW, AAHH, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, AAAAHHHhhhh” (she’s got a way with words). She climaxed for the second time that night and collapsed. “Please take that thread off”, I wimpered. “Sorry darling”, she said lovingly, easing herself off of my prick. Soon she had released the thread and my bonds and looking up at me said “You just lick on those knicks babe, think of Julie’s lovely little cunt and leave the rest to me. She then lowered her mouth over my aching prick. It didn’t take long with all of those sensations taking control of my body and within seconds
I had the most violent orgasm and shot so hard and long into Carole’s mouth that her head jerked back with the force. Quietly she took the bottle and dribbled the spunk into it thinking I hadn’t spotted her. Handing me the bottle she said “Here darling why don’t you finish the limeade”. “You don’t catch me that easy babe”, I replied, “But I think you forgot where that bottle’s been when you put your mouth round it just now”. I can still remember the look on her face.. and thinking to myself ‘There is justice after all’
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I wanted anal sex and she didn’t
After he finished untying his unconscious former girlfriend, he left and didn’t look back. She won’t be able to shit for about a month without thinking of me, he thought as he pulled into the drive-thru convenience store. The 40-oz. beer was going down smoothly as he cruised the back roads thinking about where his next piece of ass was going to come from now that his steady relationship was over. One thing was for sure, however: He vowed silently that he would never beg and plead with a woman for anal sex again. It was what he liked best, and if they wouldn’t give it up willingly, then they weren’t qualified to be his girlfriend. And just maybe he’d take it anyway, even if they weren’t willing.
Off in the distance he could see the 4-way flashers of a car pulled off to the side of the lonely country road. He rolled up behind the vehicle to offer assistance. The driver was a brown haired woman in her early thirties. “Do you know anything about car engines?” she asked pleadingly through the one-inch gap in the window of her locked door. “I know enough to leave them alone.” he responded with a smile. “About all I can offer you in the way of assistance is a ride to a phone. And as you can see your a few miles from anywhere.” “Well then, it looks like I have no choice.” she said, getting out of her car and walking toward his. He offered her a swig of his beer as they proceeded down the dark gravel road. “No thanks. Do you always drink and drive?” she asked with a condescending tone. “I just broke up with my girlfriend.” he replied, taking another swig. “That’s too bad. How come?” “After four years we just now found out that we were incompatible.” “Really? Which one of you squeezed the toothpaste from the middle?” “It was a little more serious than that, I’m afraid. It had to do with sex.” “Well, tell me about it. I know a little bit about sex. Maybe I can make a few suggestions that might save your relationship.” “I wanted anal sex and she didn’t.” “Well, you can’t very well hold that against her. What girl in her right mind would want a big fat dick stuffed up her ass! Maybe if you told her that you’re sorry you ever mentioned such a disgusting thing she’d forget about it.” “I don’t think so.”
Cliff replied an edge of irritation surfacing in his voice. He was pissed that this bitch would just automatically side with Dani. “Oh, come on. She can’t be mad at you forever just for asking for something kinky! We all know what perverts you guys all are,” she laughed. “What makes you think she won’t forgive you?” “Just a hunch.” Cliff knew that what he was about to say would take him past the point of no return with this woman. He looked over at her so that he could see the expression on her face. “See, I tied her up and gagged her, and then I fucked her up the ass as hard as I could with no lubrication. And when I was done I shoved a firecracker up her ass and lit it, and watched her face twist up with agony when it exploded. So do you think I should buy her flowers when I make this big apology?” “Let me out, ” she said in a normal tone, looking straight ahead, gripping the door handle. “Pull over and let me out right here.” “No problem,” he said, turning the car off the road onto a turkey trail that ran off at an angle between two cornfields. “I think I’ll get out too.”
He checked the mirror to make sure that the car was out of sight of the main roadway, then locked up the brakes suddenly, causing her to pitch forward and lose her grip on the door handle. He then opened his door, hit the power locks, got out and slammed the door shut. By the time she managed to get her door open, he was waiting to help her out. “Let’s take a little walk in the field, babe. You’re about to get corncobbed!” She screamed and kicked as he pulled her along holding her firmly at the wrist, actually dragging her at times when she lost her balance and fell while he pulled her quickly into the tall rows of corn. She fought frantically as they moved deeper into the moonlit field, but his adrenaline was flowing too, and he was surprised when he noticed that he could hardly feel her punches. Suddenly out of breath, he pushed her to the ground in a relatively clear spot. He knelt over her body and brutally ripped off her thin blouse, followed by her bra which left red marks on her flesh as he yanked it off her heaving chest. She suddenly felt super naked and totally helpless.
She knew no one had heard her screams. She knew that he was stronger than she was. And worst of all she knew that he was going to fuck her in the ass! She began to sob softly with despair and offered no resistance as he turned her over and unzipped her long black skirt, pulling it off. Her pantyhose came next, leaving her completely nude. He quickly tied her left ankle with one end of the hose, wrapped it around a stalk of corn several times, and then tied it tightly to her right ankle. His own belt, wrapped around her body just below her tits, held her arms securely at her sides. Then he was gone. When he returned a few minutes later, he had his beer and a toolbox from his car. “Got some bad news for you, bitch.
Since my girlfriend just drained by rod with her ass about an hour ago, and since I’ve been drinking ever since, it’s gonna take quite a while to get me aroused. So I figured while I’m waiting for my dick to get hard enough to ram up YOUR ass, I might as well punish you in place of every girl who’s ever hurt me!” While he was talking he stuffed her whole bra into her mouth, securing it there with some duck tape from the toolbox. WWWWHAAAAACCCCCCKKKK!!!!!!! Her back arched and her eyes bulged as inconceivable pain seared through her backside. She twisted her head, looking over her shoulder just in time to see what looked like a length of rubber garden hose begin its arc toward her naked buttocks a second time. WHAAAAAAACCCCCCCKKKK!!! She straightened her head and jerked her shoulders forward as hard as she could, straining to inch forward. WWWHHAACCCCCCCK ! ! ! ! ! ! She struggled still harder against her bonds. The pain was excruciating. WWHHAAACCCCCCCKKK ! ! ! ! ! ! She clenched her buttocks tight with all her might. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! The pain grew as he whipped her ass harder and harder. She screamed as loud as she could into her bra gag, and when he still wouldn’t stop she began to sob, hysterically at first, then softly as her buttocks began to numb to the pain. WWHHHAAACCCCCCCCCCKK ! ! ! ! ! She had quit struggling, letting her whole body go limp except for the involuntary jerk at the moments of impact. He soon tired of the vicious flogging, and as he stared down at her beet red backside he thought up an even more outrageous torture for the helpless woman to endure. “Have you ever wondered why they call anal sex ‘cornholing’?” He asked as he broke off and shucked a large ear of corn from one of the stalks. “Let’s see how well this fits up there.” He pulled one buttock to the side and pressed the ear of corn firmly against her puckered virginal nether ring.
She had no strength to struggle, and was powerless to resist. “NOOOOOOOO!!! OH GOD!!!!! ST P IT! IT HURRRRRTITS!!!! She screamed into her gag as the corn was forced relentlessly into her butt. As soon as it was almost all the way in, he reversed directions and pulled it back out to the tip, the tight muscle bumping over each kernel along the way. He pumped it in and out for a while until he sensed that her pain and humiliation from the depraved act had diminished considerably, then he reached for the drill in his toolbox. It was a Black & Decker variable speed reversible model with a fully charged battery pack. He locked in a 3/4 inch bit and held the corn cob tight as he screwed the drill into it until the bit was buried all the way and the corn was turning as he reved the drill.
Then he re-inserted it up her ass and pulled the trigger. Slowly at first, it began to turn in her hole, causing her considerable discomfort. What was he doing? She wondered as the corn spun deeper and deeper into her body; deeper than before because he now no longer had to grip it with his hand. She sighed with relief as her hole closed over the big end of the corn and he released the trigger for a moment, causing the slow spinning to stop. Then, with a sadistic grin, he pulled the trigger all the way. Her mind exploded in shards of agony as the corn spun at top speed in her clingy bowels. Her body convulsively pushed outward and the big end of the corn emerged from her anus. She then clenched her buttocks tightly, and actually succeeded in slowing the revolutions of the instrument of torture.
When her body involuntarily pushed the foreign object outward, it gained speed and was able to screw back in. But when she clenched her buns tightly around it, she could almost stop it from spinning. As soon as he realized that she was gaining some control over her situation, he pushed her legs farther apart, spread her ass open with his free hand, and rammed the twisting phallus in and out until the yellow corn was beginning to turn pink from blood. He stopped at that point, not wanting to splatter the blood all over himself. “Well bitch, now that you’re not so tight-assed anymore, I’m gonna give you the ultimate in anal penetration. Ready for a fist fuck?” She felt his clenched fist pressing between her buns and pushing hard against the sore gaping hole of her butt. She wanted to clench her sphincter shut to deny him entry, but her muscle control was gone. She groaned in pain as his fist forced its way into her tortured body through the rear entrance. As soon as her anus squeezed around his thick wrist, he began to twist it back and forth; pull it in and out; adding to her suffering. Then he unclenched his fist, opening and closing his hand inside her. Although he wanted to prolong her plight, his dick was hard and ready for some action. This is one time when a chicks pussy will be tighter than her ass, he thought as he suddenly yanked his hand out of her, causing her to yelp in surprise as her damaged anal ring stretched to release the thickest part of his fist.
The welcome empty feeling only lasted about a minute as he shucked another big ear of corn and rammed it deep up her ass. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt and dropped his pants. He scooted under her roughly until her soft breasts were pressed onto his chest, his throbbing pecker straining toward her snatch like a heat-seeking missile. He pulled the saliva soaked bra gag from her mouth and kissed her roughly as he struggled to insert his dick into her tight dry pussy. The passage was made particularly snug by the corncob in her ass, but it still didn’t take long for him to bury himself to the hilt. Gripping her right ass cheek and pulling it to the side, he used his right hand to thrust the corn dildo in and out of her sore bottom. He could feel it rubbing against the sensitive underside of his penis through the thin membrane separating her twin love channels. She groaned into his mouth and pulled her face away, breaking the kiss. He jammed the cob in all the way and let go as her ass ring closed around the big end. He grabbed a hand full of her hair and pressed her lips angrily back to his. His tongue slithered into her oral orifice as he moved his hand to her left ass cheek, gripping and massaging both buttocks as he began thrusting in and out of her now dripping cunt hole.
Then he rammed deep, squeezed hard, and sucked her tongue into his mouth as his cum exploded deep in her womb. She was still sobbing softly as he dressed and gathered up all his things, including his belt which had held her arms tightly to her sides. “You should be able to undo the rest yourself. You don’t have to thank me for the ride, I’ll just take your cash for gas money.” Suddenly, they both heard the unmistakable cocking of a shotgun as an armed man in overalls emerged from the rows of corn. “This here property is posted. No trespassin.” Said the farmer. “Shoot him!” she screamed. “He raped me!” “No I don’t care much about that, little lady, I just care about my corn.” “Your corn! What about your corn?” “Well, what’s on the end of that there drill motor, I believe that’s part of my crop. And if I saw things right, there’s another one hidden in your bunghole, ma’am. So come on, push. Out with it.”
Still pointing the gun at the rapist, he bent down and rammed two big fingers up her ass, gripping and pulling out the cob as she screamed at the fresh pain. “Now how am I gonna sell these two ears of corn. There’s people starving in, well someplace or another and you damn kids are ruining food in some sort of kinky sex game. “Sex game? Are you crazy? He shoved corncobs up my ass and you call it a sex game? If you’re not gonna shoot him, call the police!” “I didn’t say I wasn’t gonna shoot him. I just haven’t decided yet.” “Look, I’ll pay you for the corn, just let me leave then, OK?” “So you wanna just leave, and you want me to call the police.” Said the farmer, glancing from fucker to fuckee. “I’ll tell you how we decide. A little contest. You each get to eat an ear of the corn you ruined. The first one done, and I mean every last kernel, gets their way. You can get the one on the drill, and if you finish first, you go free. And you darling, get the one I just pulled out of your butt. Lucky you, it’s still warm. Start anytime, time’s a wastin’.” He began to eat, tearing the slimy raw kernels from the cob. She took a single bite of hers and gagged. “I can’t. I can’t eat this.” She sobbed. “Then I Win, I win by default. See ya!” “Not so fast. ‘Cause the lady’s got such a purdy face, I’m inclined to give her another option. If you’d rather, missy, you can eat my dick instead of the corn. But the same rules still apply. First one finished wins.” He unzipped his overalls and sat on the ground at her face, still keeping the gun pointed at the rapist. “NO FAIR! Why does she get special treatment?” “Would you like the option of sucking my dick? I didn’t think so. No both of you, start eating.” He ate, she sucked, both working hard to complete their task.
Within a few minutes, the farmer was almost ready to cum, unable to resist her hot sucking mouth. But as he looked at the man, he saw the cob was bare, and the rapist was about to declare victory. Instead, the farmer made a SHHHH! Gesture toward him, gently set down the gun, and silently waved good bye. And just as she heard the rapists’ car start, spurts of semen began filling her mouth and throat. She pulled back, realizing that she had lost and not wanting to continue this insane contest. That suited the farmer just fine, he was content to shoot the rest of his load onto her face and hair. He helped her untie her legs, and they walked back to the road, and then toward the farmers house in the distance. “I know you’re probably a little pissed at me right now, but there really wasn’t much I could do. You see, the gun wasn’t loaded, and as for callin the cops, Hell, I don’t have a phone. I’d offer you a ride to town, but my tractor don’t have no headlights, so it’ll have to wait for mornin. We do have runnin water though, so you can get yourself cleaned up a bit. And we got a spare bed, so you can spend the night if you want, but only on one condition. “What’s that?” she asked, expecting to be propositioned. “Well we out here in the heartland try to raise our families proper. Don’t want them gittin their heads filled with the kinky sex ideas that you city folks come up with. So if you spend the night, You gotta STAY AWAY FROM MY DAUGHTER.
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Afternoon Delight
His attention was interrupted. The volume on the hotel room television had suddenly blared to life. On the screen the diminutive form of the former Olympic star appeared. Another feminine products advertisement. ‘Not if she was mine’ he thought, reaching out and turning off the noise. Easing back into the chair he let his mind wander back to the thoughts that had been broken. The wind rattled a branch against the window as a storm raged outside. A visitor would have thought nothing of the scene. An ordinary looking businessman in a faceless hotel room. A few papers spread across the desktop, and a small overnight case against the wall. A look at his facial expressions would lead one to think he was just a bored man, waiting for a business appointment who was running late.
A peek inside his mind, however, would have shown a completely different story. He stood, and walked over to the oversized bed. Pulling a pillow out from beneath the cheap hotel bedspread he lay back, clasping his hands behind his head, and closed his eyes. He heard the sound of a key in the lock, but did not take his eyes off the ceiling. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her enter the room, close the door, and lock it behind her. Then she stood quietly. For minutes they stayed this way. Neither moving, the only sound being her increasingly deep breathing. Finally, he lowered his gaze, taking in the picture of the woman who had come to serve him. She was not a tall woman. Dressed in a camel overcoat to protect her from the weather there was little to be seen. Her hair was a mixture of light highlights, and deep dusky brown closer to her head. Tiny gold hoops hung from her ears. He could see her lips were firmly set, devoid of emotion or interest. Her eyes were firmly set to the wall above his head, motionless. Finally, he broke the silence with a single word. ‘Disrobe’, he said with a voice that was not a request, but a command. He watched as she looked about her. Standing in the doorway there was nothing close to her to place her clothes on. He knew she could feel his eyes boring into her now. She knew she must obey. Slowly, she unbuttoned the expensive overcoat and opened it.
Sliding it off her shoulders she let it fall to the floor. She wore a dark blue silk blouse, with a brightly colored scarf at her neck. A grey wool skirt fell just above her knees. Brightly polished leather boots extended from her small feet up under her skirt. Her hands went to her neck, and untied the scarf. As she pulled it away, and dropped it to the floor baring her neck. Around it he could see the thin black satin collar she wore. At the base of her throat, attached to the collar, was an ivory cameo. To the casual observer this was a nice, Victorian, touch. On closer examination this carving was a couple intertwined in the passions of lovemaking. Carefully, she unbuttoned her blouse, allowing it to fall open as she moved down the long row of tiny buttons. As she reached the bottom, and shrugged the blouse to the floor he could see the glimmer from the tiny gold ring in each nipple. As he watched, her nipples became completely erect. He could see the motion of the rings with each move she made. Her hands went to the side or her skirt, and she bent slightly as she lowered the fastener. Standing erect she allowed her skirt to join the rest of her wardrobe on the floor. As she stood there, silent, he examined her body. A slim, healthy, attractive woman, but he could see the sinew and muscle under the soft flesh.
This was a woman ready to satisfy her master’s every wish. He lowered his gaze, down across her small, but firm breasts, across her soft, yet not quite perfect, stomach. Following the line of her body his eyes rested upon her bare mons. Looking carefully, he could see she had prepared herself well. Not a trace of hair remained. Continuing, he followed her well sculpted legs until they entered the tall leather boots. ‘She will do’ was his only thought. He turned his attention away from her, leaving her standing amidst her clothing. Picking up the remote, he switched the television back on, and tuned in a cable news program. ‘Topping todays newscast’, droned the newscaster,’heavy rains have caused minor flooding problems in the nations Capitol. And on the sports scene…’. His attention wandering, he took in the contents of the room again. She still stood there, quietly.
He fixed his stare on her, ‘Shower’, he commanded. For the first time since she had finished undressing she moved. Quickly, as if fearing to anger him, she retreated to the bathroom. As he paid light attention to the latest basketball scores he could hear the water running strongly from the other room. After a few minutes it stopped. She reentered the bedroom, a towel in one hand. She returned to in front of the door, standing in the pile of her clothing. She stood, arms at her side, legs spread slightly, waiting. He rose from the bed and walked over to her. Walking around her slowly he examined her. As he stood behind her, he placed his hands on her shoulders. He could feel her shudder at his touch, telling him that she was already feverish with anticipation. With a frustrating slowness he moved his hands lightly down her back, outlining her spine with one finger of each hand.
As he reached her buttocks, he rotated his hands, so his thumbs slide down the crease and his fingers spread her cheeks wide. He dropped to his knees and with the lightest of touches tasted inside her thighs. Allowing his trail of moisture to move upwards he began to meet her moistness. Her taste was sweet and warm on his lips. He could feel the tension in her body from his touches, so he withdrew. Standing directly in front of her, his back to the bed, he uttered ‘undress me’. For the first time she spoke. Her eyes lowered to the floor as she answered ‘Yes, Master.’ This was not their first time together, and she knew exactly what to do. She reached up, keeping her eyes cast downward, She loosened the tie around his neck. Removing it, she carefully folded it and placed it neatly on the dresser. Delicately, she unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt and removed his watch. This she placed next to the tie. She returned and demurely unfastened the buttons down the front of his shirt.
Walking behind him, she removed it from his shoulders. This she took across the room, and carefully arranged on a hanger in the closet. When she returned, she knelt in front of him. Placing her arms behind her back she leaned forward and grasped the leather of his belt between her teeth. Cleverly, she pulled the strap free, and uncoupled it from the tooth in the buckle. She then brought her arms out and, reaching down, removed his shoes. The shoes went to the front of the closet, neatly arranged. Next she removed each sock, one at a time. After each, she straightened and, neatly folding it, placed it across the back of each shoe. At last he stood, only in his pants. She knelt, again, in front of him and carefully undid the clasp at the waist. The slowly lowering the zipper she lowered the fabric. Using one hand to make sure none of it touched the floor she eased each legs down over his foot and off. Finally, she hung these, with care, in the closet and returned. While she had been hanging the pants up, dressed only in a bright green bikini brief, he had returned to the bedside chair. Sitting back he watched her as she returned. Reaching down he opened the small overnight case near him. From it, he took a very light silver chain, and a set of handcuffs.. With an almost invisible motion of his hand she came forward and prostrated herself at his feet. He reached down and attached one end of the chain to a small loop at the back of her collar. She intuitively placed her arms behind her back and he firmly closed the cuffs over them. He checked the coupling of the chain at her neck. Taking the other end in one hand, he reached down and took hold of her chin. Lifting her face to look at him, he spoke. ‘Who am I?’ he questioned. ‘You are my Master’, she answered. ‘And what do you exist for?’ ‘To serve your needs as your sex slave’, she replied. At these words, her eyes dropped and fell to the carpet at his feet. Tugging lightly at the chain, he pulled her head forward into his lap. She raised her eyes once again, and a look of happiness crossed her face.
‘May I give you pleasure Master?’ she whispered. A simple small nod of the head was all she got in return. He then turned his attention away from her, and back to the television. He was sitting on the edge of the chair and her face hovered inches above his crotch. She knew what he expected, and was boiling inside with anticipation. Gently, she lowered her head and began running her lips across the soft green fabric. She could feel the outline of his manhood begin to stir at her touch. His legs parted further, and she dug her lips down one side of the cloth. Finding the edge, she grasped it in her teeth and lifted it across to the other side. This exposed him completely to her. His semi-hard cock hung heavily over the edge of the chair, and she could see this heavy balls hanging below. Lowering her shoulders she put her mouth into position just below the head of his cock. She could see small jerks of movement in it, an unacknowledged excitement on his part for what was ahead. Opening her mouth, and lowering her tongue, she allowed the partially erect member to enter her mouth.
Moving slowly, she pressed on until the entire organ was resting on her tongue, and deep into her mouth. Then she closed her mouth over it, bathing it in warmth and sensation. Instantly, she could feel the response. Blood flowed rapidly into the muscle, engorging it and dramatically increasing its size. Yet through this she struggled to hold him deep inside her mouth. Quickly, it reached full erectness. She could feel the pulse of his body through the vessels in her mouth. The thick head pressed hard against the roof of her mouth in the rear. Ever so slowly she began to move her tongue. First just slightly back and forth across the sensitive underside. Then, becoming more aroused herself, along the sides, and as far back as she could reach. Holding a strong suction she began to move her head in time with her tongue. Bathing him in her moisture she began a slow, but sure, rhythm. She continued this way in silence. The only response she noted has the deepening of this breath, and the increasingly strong throbs through his cock. She began to feel his body tense around her. His legs began to press in against her shoulders and she could feel his buttocks tense up under him. She renewed her efforts, thinking only of the satisfaction she was giving him.
As she felt a series of powerful pulsations in the cock buried in her throat she knew she was succeeding in pleasing him. With a tremendous intake of breathe, she sucked even harder and buried him to the hilt inside her mouth. ‘No! Stop!’ she heard him cry out. Too late she realized he had wanted to wait. As she began to try to pull away she felt one last throb, and felt the powerful gushes of his orgasm fill her mouth. Even as she struggled to swallow the rapidly discharging fluid, she knew she had erred. She cringed at his feet as he stood from the chair. ‘Stupid slut! Didn’t I teach you better than that?’ She knew there could be no answer. She had failed in serving him, and knew she must be disciplined. He moved to the edge of the bed, and sat there, his cock still at full erection. Using his chain, he pulled her to stand beside him. Then with one hand on her back, and the other pulling the chain, he pulled her down across his knee. ‘You have been a bad girl.’ he said. ‘You have forgotten who decides what happens here. This should help you remember.’ She lay across his lap, her naked buttocks in the air, feet spread slightly.
Her head was down near the floor on the other side of him, held low by his grasp on her leash. She felt, rather than heard, his hand raise into the air and come crashing down on her bare behind. CRACK! The sound echoed off the walls of the small quiet room. She felt the heat immediately converge on the spot his hand had struck. Mixed with the pain she felt was a sharp twinge of pleasure from her groin. SLAP! ‘Will you ever learn?’ she heard him say. ‘Answer me!’ ‘Yes Master’, she whimpered ‘I will be much better now, a perfect slave to your will’. Even as she spoke these words, the thought of serving him generated even more fury in her tortured crotch. She knew he could feel the fluids dripping from her, and hoped he wouldn’t anger. He pulled her to her feet and, digging in his overnight bag for the key, released the handcuffs. She stood quietly, wishing she could move to ease the tight muscles in her arms. Pointing to the bed he quietly told her ‘Lie down on your back’. When she had, he reached back into the bag and withdrew an assortment of ropes. Working silently, he took four long lengths and ran them under the bed. Two running top to bottom at the outside edges, and two running across the bottom at the head and foot. He then took several shorter pieces and began to attach her to his web.
Each arm in turn, and then each leg. When he finished she was firmly pinned to the bed. pulling on any arm would drag the other off the side of the bed. Each leg reacted the same. She lay spread-eagled to his gaze. Two fine gold chains appeared in his hand. With one hand he pulled her head up off the bed slightly. With the other, he attached one end of each to her nipple rings. The other end attached to an earring. Then he released her head, knowing that she could not lower it to the bed without causing herself pain. He looked down on her and could see threads of cum on her neck. With a finger he scooped these up and placed them on her tongue. She carefully cleaned his finger with her tongue after she had swallowed these missed traces. Reaching into his bag again, he pulled out two items.
The first was a lacey white set of panties. These had snaps at the sides of a long band of material, and at the crotch. From the crotch came two other strips, and there was no covering for the buttocks. Working roughly, he slid this under her and fastened the side panels, leaving the crotch open and her tight ass uncovered. The second was a large human shaped vibrator. Taking a large glop of KY, he covered it from the base to the tip. Then, turning it on low speed, he placed it at the opening to her quivering pussy. At the touch she gritted her teeth. After a few seconds of teasing, he pressed it deeply inside her. She could feel the vibrator fill her aching cavity. He reached down and snapped the crotch to the leg straps. This preventing even her well trained internal muscles from removing it. She could feel the vibrations strongly where the tip of the vibrator pressed firmly against her cervix.
He stood up, and began to dress. ‘I’ll be back in a little while’, he said. ‘I’m going down to the lobby for a moment. I will be listening at the door when I return, so don’t make a sound’. How long stayed away, she couldn’t tell. The pleasure coming from her pussy in lightning like shocks overwhelmed her senses. Each time she felt she was going to give in to the feelings her head would arch back. The pain from her nipples would bring her quickly back from the edge. Over, and over she went through this cycle. She could feel a flood of moisture between her thighs. At last, she heard the key in the lock. He entered and looked at the agony in her eyes. With deliberate slowness he undressed himself. This time completely. He reached down and released the ropes at her wrists and legs. ‘On your knees’, he commanded. She carefully rolled over, making sure to keep her head low and the nipple chains loose.
Kneeling up she felt him standing behind her. She could feel the rasp of the ropes as he tied a loop around each knee, and brought it forward to her wrist. He pulled them taught, so her wrists were touching her knees. With her head against the mattress, ass was wide open high in the air behind her. As she shifted, she felt the vibrator press even deeper inside her. The low buzz captured her mind completely at last, allowing her only knowledge of it and nothing else. She no longer knew he, the room, or reality existed. The motion of the bed shifting brought her back. She could feel him kneeling behind her. Then she felt a warm, hard, slippery pressure at the opening to her anus. She caught her breath as she felt him begin to enter her. As her sphincter closed over his thick head she felt the shudders of orgasm trying to overcome her. With every effort of willpower she had, she fought it back. He settled into a slow, fulfilling rhythm, pressing deep inside her, then withdrawing to leave only the head trapped. She could feel his hands running across her back and caressing her smooth buttocks. He began to press deeper and harder, and she could hear his breath coming more quickly. She began to allow the feelings to overtake her mind again.
When she could feel he was about to come she let her mind go, and lost herself in the passions of orgasm. As she was releasing herself she felt one hand move from her back to her crotch. As the first explosions began to wrench her mind she felt the vibrator begin to buzz at high speed. At the same instant she felt his hand come down one her ass in a sharp spank. The effect was instantaneous. What had been explosions, became deflagrations. Her mind shattered in ecstasy as she felt him swell and fill her ass with his hot cum. She felt, but ignored, the pain in her nipples as she arched in uncontrollable feeling. Finally, completely drained, she knelt limp as he pulled out of her. She quivered at his touch as he released her bonds. As he lay back on the bed she knew what to do. Standing on barely stable legs she walked into the bathroom and returned with a warm washcloth. Carefully, she bathed his cock and balls with it. When satisfied he was clean and resting, she stood and took her place by the door. With a wave of his hand, he closed his eyes and rested. At that signal she dressed, and left. She knew she would return again … and again. She loved her husband. –
True sex fetish story
[Fade in.] [Curtains open on Gregory, sitting on his trademark stool, on an otherwise blank stage.] Yes, it’s me again… gosh, it’s been… well, too damn long since I’ve been out here… but there’s a reason for that. I just found out that my funding from the NEA is being cut… apparently, someone from the Jessie Helms camp snuck in here for the performance of Dragonlove that I did some months ago, and I’m just finding out about it now. So I’ve been out pounding the pavement, looking for a way to beat the system… and yes, I have already thought of using a flogger, thank you very much. [Gregory smiles] Anyhow, I’ve also been keeping busy working on some more of my writing… whereas Dragonlove was pretty much entirely fantasy (I based it on a headspace that I put someone in once…), this story is only half-fantasy… ok, well, the story as such is not real, but it *can* be… So, without much further ado… enjoy! [Gregory rises, and walks off stage right.] [Curtains close] [Fade to story]
The party crowd is getting a little stifling, so I step out onto the patio for a breath of fresh air. I look at my pocket watch, musing for a moment how much it reminds me of the one that Jack the Ripper carried in that movie… and I note that it is getting close to the time we had arranged. I slip back inside, and weave my way through the crowd into the playroom, where I find an open stretch of wall. I lean up against it, setting my toybag down beside me. I open it, and remove one of my lighter floggers. I close my eyes, examining the handle of the cat by touch only, while the pair in the scenespace close their scene with what sounds like a two-by-four. *THUD* *THUD* *THUD*, and the bottom grunting, then yelling, then screaming an almost unintelliglble safeword. I open my eyes to see the bottom taken down from the frame and wrapped in blankets, then moved to a space on a couch. Somewhere in the house, a grandfather clock strikes the hour. The time has come. You enter the room, nodding a silent greeting to a small group of acquaintences by the doorway, then approach me. You stand before me for a moment, then kneel, resting your head on my thigh. I use the handle of my flogger to lift your chin, raising your eyes to meet mine. A raised eyebrow. A nod. A smile. A shiver. You take my offered hand, and I help you stand. Hand in hand, we approach the frame, and I lean you forward to rest your body against it. I raise your hands, and slip them into the cuffs that were left attached to the frame. I run my fingers down your arm, then across the bodice of your dress, feeling you tremble as you wait for something… anything… more visceral to occur. Out of the corner of your eye, you see me reach into my pocket and pull out a flash of silver.
As you close your eyes, you feel a sharp point pressing into the side of your leg… then the sound of material tearing. You look down to see the side seam of your skirt split about six inches up from the hem… and me holding a seam ripper. You watch over your shoulder as I tear out the seams holding the back panel of the dress, and toss the material aside, leaving your ass and thighs nicely framed by the remaining material. I step back to admire the tableau, then I remember the flogger that I was carrying. You watch as I pick it up, giving the air around you a few strokes to warm up, then I step behind you, out of your line of sight. Then silence… And more silence… one minute… two… five… *SMACK* You feel my hand across your ass, and you jump in surprise. *SMACK* again, and this time a quiet squeal escapes your lips. *SMACK* a third time my hand falls, and this time you tense your ass muscles in anticipation, before my hand lands. *swishCRACK* Half a dozen lines of fire slash their way across your ass, *swishCRACK* across your thighs, *swishCRACK* and criss-crossing your ass again. The third stroke managed to elicit the scream I was looking for, so I stop there, and tuck my “emergency” whip into my back pocket again.
“That was for anticipating too much. Next time it will be 10.” You shudder, then look over your shoulder to meet my eyes with yours. I flash a Roger Moore smile at you, then just as quickly, I drop my smile, and my gaze hardens. I take out the seam ripper again, and start removing the panel covering your back. This time, I am a bit less concerned with being careful, and several times, you feel the point of the ripper scratching angry red lines along your sides and shoulders. Eventually, your back is bared along with your ass. I am inwardly pleased to note that you took my advice, and decided against wearing a bra. I run my fingers across your shoulderblades, enjoying the feel of you twitching like my hands were charged with electricity. I pick up the flogger I was playing with originally, and slide the tails up over your ass cheeks, then up your spine. I receive a shiver and a moan in response, so naturally, I assume that I have chosen the proper instrument to use…
I start lazily swinging the tails at your ass, pretty much letting gravity do most of the work for now… after a dozen or so swings, I quickly snap the tails at your ass like a beach towel, hearing the CRACK of the leather on your skin, then your squeal as the sting travels from your ass to your brain to your mouth. I switch to a slightly heaver whip… one with more thud to it. Then I unleash it on your naked back. The first few blows don’t elicit much of a response, then I aim a strong stroke downward along your spine… before it lands, my consciousness begins walking the line between lifespace and headspace… [The stroke seems to fall in slow motion as my arm sweeps downward, the tails flying comet-like off the end of the flogger's handle. As leather makes contact with flesh, I can hear each tail land, then watch the skin tinge with red, one millimeter at a time, until a seven-inch strip of warm, pink skin forms...] I’m yanked back into real-time by your rather loud confirmation that I indeed hit you with the flogger: an interesting combination of grunt and yell. I like it so much that I strike you again in the same fashion, but to one side of the first blow.
Then the other. Then up higher on your shoulder. Then across your ass. Then down the sides of your thighs. Then under your armpits. Then down your spine again to complete the circle… each blow giving me a satisfying grunt/yell, and some squirming, which makes it easier to hit a larger number of targets. I take a moment to approach you, and run my fingers across your pink zebra flesh. I half-jokingly ask you if you’re ready to begin now, and somewhere, outside the sphere, I hear someone laugh. You don’t answer me, so I grab a handful of your hair and turn your head to make sure that you are still in *some* plane of being, if not mine… your eyes are closed, but as I tighten my grip on your hair, they open. Again, I ask you, in a whisper, if you are ready to begin. You mouth a “yes”, then close your eyes again… I release you, then search in my toybag for the one impliment that you’ve not met yet… in fact, you will be the first to feel it. I shake the tails out, and drape them over your shoulder. You turn your head to feel the leather caressing your cheek, and I chuckle inwardly when you jerk your head away from what you find sliding over your skin: leather and knotted cords combined. I pull the flogger away, and swing it hard through the air, listening to the tails whistling. You start squealing…
“Please pleasepleaseplease *stop*!” I am a little surprised to hear this, especially since I had not yet landed a blow with the flogger… still, you must have a reason for being so vocal all of a sudden. “Yes? What is the problem?” “I… I can’t do it. I’m not ready yet… please don’t… please, it’s going to hurt… I’ll do anything, just don’t…” “But you said that this is what you wanted. You told me that you wanted me to hurt you… that you *needed* for me to hurt you. Catharsis and all that… remember that conversation?” I crack the whip against my leg for emphasis. “Yes. I remember it and I still want it and I want you to hurt me but I’m scared I’m scared I’m scared…” Your voice keeps ramping up in pitch, and I’m afraid that soon it will be out of my range of hearing, so I cover your mouth with my hand to stop you. “You don’t have anything to be afraid of. If you safeword, I’ll stop. If you pass out, I’ll stop.” You shake your head, so I assume you want to speak, and pull my hand away.
“I’m not safewording… I’m just telling you…” “You’re not safewording? So, this is until you pass out… hmmmmm… maybe I should call someone over to let me know when that happens…” You shake your head violently, then close your eyes and try to calm yourself down. “I didn’t mean that. I’m not safewording *now*… not yet…” “Ahh… my mistake then. I apologize.” You remain quiet for a minute, then open your eyes again and look into mine. “Ok… I’m ready now, I think… but…” “Yes… but?” “Um… kiss me? Please? Before you start again?” I could swear I see a tear in your eye… Softly, I stroke the side of your face with the back of my hand, smiling. “Of course I will, my dear…” You shiver at my touch, but manage a smile. “Thank you.” I mouth a “you’re welcome”, then lean forward to kiss your forehead, then your lips. You make no effort to either increase or decrease the intensity of the kiss, so I simply let you feel my lips on yours for a moment. Then I kiss your earlobe, and whisper into your ear… “I love you. Remember that…” You shiver again, and nod a little, before turning your head away. Obviously, the discussion is over. I step back to my position behind you, and raise the flogger over my head… “It is done.”
My arm arcs downward, and the leather and cord brand new trails of fire across your back, turning the already-pink skin a little closer to purple. I am almost too busy admiring the color changes to realize that you screamed… I quickly replay the sound in my mind, but safeword wasn’t anywhere in it… so I continue. I aim the next shot at your ass, whipping the tails over my head before striking at you. You squeal before the blow lands, and I watch you tense your ass cheeks up again before they are marked by the lashes. The side of your right buttock starts to show the first signs of a lovely bruise, but instead of continuing to use this new toy, I remind myself of my earlier warning to you. I switch the flogger to my other hand, and take the small whip out of my pocket again. “You were anticipating again. What did I tell you about that?” You mumble something that I can’t quite hear, so I lash your ass with the small whip. “What did you say?” “Um… 10 with the small whip?” “Correct. Don’t bother counting them, it will only take longer…” I administer the strokes, each one causing you to squirm a bit more, and whimper a little louder… until the last: I swing the cat upward between your legs, catching the tails on the lips of your sex.
As you shriek and rise up on your tiptoes, I drop the small whip, and use the leather and cord monster to give you a strong two-handed strike down your back, then across your ass again, before you can catch your breath. I wait a moment, until you manage to gasp a breath, then the tails lash out again, catching you across your thighs. Again you scream, and again it is not safeword, so I start criss-crossing your upper back. Each stroke causes you to press against the frame, trying to pass through the frame to get it between yourself and my toy. I pause, then start whipping up the backs of your thighs and the bottom curve of your ass. Again you rise on your toes, not screaming now… just sobbing and whimpering. I alternately stop and start this whipping, letting you relax a moment before I drive you up on your toes again. Occasionally, I let the tails fall on your back, causing even more purple-and-red speckling to counterpoint the mottling on your ass. Somewhere in the house, a grandfather clock strikes the hour. The time has passed.
I pause a moment, letting my arm recover for the final stroke. You are slumped on the frame now, panting, mewling, shaking. I shake my muscles out, and give a couple lazy wind-up strokes that just brush the insides of your thighs, before I snap the flogger up, sending the tails between your legs to assault your pubes. As you gasp and prepare to scream, I finish the stroke by yanking backwards on the handle, pulling the leather and knotted cords across your cuntlips… Somewhere, in the back of my head, I am reminded of a line from Steve Martin’s short story, “Cruel Shoes”… The screams were incredible. As were the sobs, and the whimpers, and the shaking, and the gasping, and the panting, and everything else that you do as you come back down from that last stroke. Finally, you manage between shivering attacks to say “Mercy.” The flogger drops from my hand, and I come up behind you. I unhook the cuffs, and let you slump against me a moment, before I sweep your legs up and cradle your still-shaking body in my arms. I carry you to the couch, and gently lay you down on it, before kneeling by your side.
Someone… one of the hosts, I think… hands me two glasses of ice water. I down one in one swallow, then fish an ice cube out to let melt against your lips. You suck on the cube, then motion dazedly for a drink from the other glass, which I give you. Once you finish drinking your fill, you close your eyes and take my hand, pulling it to your mouth to kiss my palm. I mimic your action, then hold your hand tightly in mine. I close my eyes, rest my head on your shoulder, and let the rest of the world fade away… ===== “One little piece of my soul One little piece of my whole life I give to you Take it now…”
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