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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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What happened next was a surprise as much as anything. In truth, I quickly realised I expected to be hurt and I had accepted my fate, that my pain was to be part of my pleasure. This, I think, was part of his calculation and it's perhaps that careful control of my thoughts and pleasure which explains why I'm still under his spell so completely and willingly.
"Care for her" the low command came, but this time to the unknown others gathered.
I heard some faint movement from under the material pressed to my ears and then the hands came. I tried to work out how many but I couldn't be sure but certainly two of three persons.
I can't describe what I felt as those hands caressed and stroked my back, my hair, my lips, the sides of my breasts, the soles of my feet, the rounds of my buttocks, the exposed dark rose of my anus, slick pulsing vulva and clitoris. I was being stimulated all over my body at once and overwhelmed with sensation and warmth. I adored the careful firm pressure of my feet being pressed and caressed by big strong hands, the deeps long strokes and kneading down the muscles either side of my spine. The fingers on my scalp and in my hair, the tongue pressing rhythmically, wetly into my tight but yielding anus, the hands holding my cheeks apart as it did so.
I was motionless and a powerful, distinct sense of floating or weightlessness came across me, I saw a distinct comforting white glow before me through my blindfold. I time felt elastic, extended. |
