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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Eyes closed behind her blindfold, she soon forgot to listen for the tell-tale signs of an imminent swing, the step that meant a harder thwack on her back or bottom. Her body his to play with as he slowly built up intensity and tempo, leather caressing her one moment, eliciting gasps the next. She drifted off, relaxing into the warmth, the ache and simplicity of simply being.
The flogging stopped and she moaned, turning her head to where she thought her was, "Please?"
He stroked her back and whispered in her ear,"Tonight is sensual but I think it's time everyone could hear you."
He uncuffed her arms and massaged them as eh let them down heavily before taking the blindfold off.
She heard the jingle before she saw the nipple clamps, a new addition of bells to them. She bit her lip nervously,"I won't be able to sneak up on you with those."
He grinned, "I know. I'll also be able to hear your jiggle when the cane hits in a few minutes."
He saw her breathing quicken, knowing what it did to her, that edge of pain and pleasure. Warmed up now, her body making her feel so good, he knew what she could take.
"Hands behind your back."
Obediently, she clasped her forearms behind her. She wasn't always obedient but tonight she wanted to be, wishing he would visit more often.
He ran a leather clad finger over each breast, gratified to see the nipples harden and her hips tilt towards him. He loved the way she moved and how she was oh so responsive to him.
"How tight shall I make them tonight I wonder..." he teased, knowing full well exactly how tight she could take them. He didn't intend them to be on for too long.
His fingers pulled her nipple and she gasped, wanting to grind against him.
"Keep still now." he admonished.
"Yes Sir." she replied, the words falling easily from her now.
The rubber tips pressed either side of the base of her nipples, and he slowly slide the metal ring up, squeezing the tweezer arms tighter together as he gazed at her face. He loved that intake of breaht, that look of almost pain and then settling as he stopped. Just enough disccmfort that she was aware of them hanging from her breasts, little bells jingling as she shifted.
He moved her away from the cross and bent her over a narrow bench, breasts hanging and the chain and bells, swinging freely. He hooked a finger and gently pulled.
"Oh, please, oh!"
She didn't move to stop him as he played with that edge of not quite pain but it could be, if he chose to.
He picked up his cane and stroked it down her back. She shivered.
"How many tonight?"
She bit back a sarcastic answer but chose not to go with the 'as many as you want Sir' in favour of, "Five Sir."
"Why five my sweet?"
She didn't know, "Erm, because it's a nice prime number?"
He chuckled, "Okay, let's go with 11".
She shifted unvomfortably, "Yes, well it's a prime number but, maybe 10 so each cheek balances out Sir?"
He rad the can down her side, "You know this isn't a negotiation, but since you insist on an even number, let's round it up to 12."
She know better than to argue or the number would increase, "Yes Sir."
He lifted the cane, "Remember to count" and with a deft flick of his wrist, the first stroke landed. |
mmmmmm so sexy