Arms suspended above my head. My hands gripped the rope attached to my cuffs, knuckles white.
A trickle of sweat dripped down my temple. The smell of sex drifted around me. Naked. Vulnerable. Wet.
Blow after blow landed on my ass, back, tits.
I screeched and screamed until I moaned and purred.
“Give me a color, girl.”
I didn’t know, but I didn’t want him to stop. I managed a garbled, “Green.” He seemed surprised. I smirked. Give me your worst.
Sharp smacks landed across my outer thighs. I danced on my toes, squeezing my eyes shut, hissing between my teeth.
I arched my back, presenting my ass. Another dare. I can handle it.
Something cold rubbed against my slit. The handle. As he moved it across my pussy, I moved my pelvis. He stopped, I didn’t. I moved faster, humping the leather, feeling the orgasm building.
The handle moved away. I whimpered.
“You little slut.”
He began again. Paddles, floggers, his bare hand. Every toy we had touched my skin. The smell of my desire was thick around us.
And then. THWAP!
I screamed, every muscle in my body tightening. My cuffs cut painfully into my wrists as I gripped the rope above my head. Lights exploded behind my eyes.
He ran the tip over my skin, down my hip, over the curve of my ass. I relaxed, leaning into the caress. He moved the length of the cane down the crack of my bottom and against my pussy. I trembled.
As before, he rubbed it against my body until I took over, humping and writhing. The orgasm was so close. I burned with it. Wanted it. Needed it.
“Oh no, my little slut, you don’t get an orgasm that easily.”
Any disappointment I felt was soon forgotten as the flogger kissed my skin and pleasurable pain blotted out all other sensations.
Welcome to Masturbation Monday! One of our Christmas presents to ourselves this year was a trip to the dungeon. It was much needed and served as therapy for a larger issue between us – and yes, I will write about that later. Until then, enjoy the smutty yumminess!
How absolutely fucking deliciously hot!
I think you and I are cast from very similar molds
I have a feeling we are. 😉
Kayla Lords This Is A Masterpiece Story! YOU Always AMAZE! ThankS!
Thank you, Fred!
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…. That is all. Fuck.
That’s kind of what I was saying…when I could form coherent thoughts. 😉
Got a small taste of caning last night, um punishment…. Long story…..Sharp, bright pain, but holy cow, the sensations afterwards, UNF. Damn.
Sharp, bright, and you feel it in your bones. Ugh, cane as punishment sounds AWFUL.
It wasn’t a long one, just enough to reinforce his point, then followed by his touch, and errr….then Mynx and I had to resume what we were caught doing without permission, giggle…
Oh gee, worst. punishment. ever. Ha! Yeah, I bet you got his point loud and clear, lol.
You were challenging your Dom to do his worst? Well, I hope you got what you were asking for… and I suspect you did LOL! 😉
Oh yes, I did, lol.
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