Her mind was full of fantasies…..thoughts of what he would do next….and the torment of waiting was driving her cravings into a brink of sheer and unadulterated lustful madness.
The spontaneity was once again relevant, and now danger was involved, which set her mind on fire as to how to accomplish pleasing him in every way shape and form, while attempting to eliminate the danger factor, even as arousing at that was all by itself. Once again she raced around in an effort for perfection, to no avail.
She arrived this time in her gym clothing, black shirt and shorts, holding a lollipop in one hand, and a gift for him in the other. A small sentiment to show the feelings she had for him, which did not begin to express what she was truly feeling. She was anxious, tormented, and about to experience things she had never even imagined would happen to her. He greeted her with a sharp swat to her ass, and a sweet kiss.
She sat on the couch while he completed his work, waiting and watching his form while her mind raced:
“Such a strong man, so diligent in his life, his work, his touchstone”
Her mind swam with so many thoughts, so many questions, and a hungry eagerness to learn, with Him.
When his tasks were complete, he offered her his hand, and gently lifted her from the couch. He explained to her that he was going to teach her the art of ‘submissive presentation’. He directed her to stand with her eyes forward, never looking into his eyes or turning her head unless told, her hands at her sides, posture perfect, and then directed her to remove her shirt, and to fold it neatly on the table next to her. She removed her shirt slowly, revealing her peach silk bra, and he showed his sweet approval. He then directed her to remove her shorts, and to fold them as she had the shirt, and she did exactly as she was told. He held a rather sharp leather paddle in his hand, seven inches in length, and one inch wide. He was periodically swatting her all over her taut skin while she began this lesson. He then had her do the same with her bra and thong, and complimented her taste in intimates. Now he demonstrated what he expected from her. She was to hold her breasts up, cupping them gently and pleasantly ask him for his approval.
She held her breasts up and in a shy voice muttered with an involuntary nervous giggle:
“Do you approve, Sir?”
He looked to her and she turned instinctively.
“Eyes forward and you can ask me better than that. NO GIGGLING!”
He exclaimed in a sharp tone.
“Do you approve, Sir?!?”
Her throat felt like the words were caught there.
“I approve.”
He spoke in a very sweet voice and stood directly in front of her, gripping her nipples and pinching them harshly as she desperately tried not to wince, or to look him in the eyes.
Now he directed her to place her forefinger from each hand around her lower lips, and to spread herself for him. Now she did not need any more direction. She placed her fingers against her cleanly shaven lips, spread them and in a proud voice exclaimed:
“Do you approve, Sir?”
“Oh yes I approve”
He answered as he swatted her spread lips harshly with the paddle, and gently caressed her mouth with his tongue.
Now he directed her to move forward, placing her hands flat against the floor, and her ass against her heels. She moved her head to the floor as each hand moved back, and gently opened her warm virgin rosebud, which was her most feared area, and after both of her tiny hands had her spread to perfection she softly but diligently asked:
“Do you approve, Sir?”
“I approve.”
He granted her as the swat of his paddle struck her three times against each cheek, and then lightly traced all the way up her inner skin, as if checking her for dust.
“You will present to me very clean. You will always have an impeccably clean mouth, pussy, and ass. Do you understand?
“Yes Sir”
She purred.
He kissed her once more, and then began swatting her breasts with the paddle. His swats were directed against only her nipples, and struck straight down, as he cupped one and then the other, while watching them grow tight and ruby hard.
He then moved her to the end of the bed, and directed her to crawl up, and place her hands flat against the bed, the top of her head against the bedspread. He then strapped both of her ankles with restraints, and then had her hand him her arms, one by one, as they were clamped together to the ankle restraints. He then used Shibari rope to wrap around her arms and legs and then up around the base of her hair in a manner so that when she moved, her hair moved with her. Her hands were crossed at the top of her ass; her feet were touching at the soles, and what remained of her unbound hair, swept across her eyes and cheeks as she relished in the feeling of her predicament, and the sight she must have been. The next sound she heard was that of mild buzzing, and the sharp penetration of a tiny vibrating anal plug. This was placed within the ropes so that when she moved, her hair and now the tool of torment moved with her. Her body moved uncontrollably, fighting and feeling every movement, as she purred and moaned in pleasure and pain. She tried to control the harsh penetration, but the harder she tried, the more angry to tool seemed to get.
She then felt the sensation she had craved for so long. The oh so soft feeling of the flogger caressing her skin very gently, across her shoulders and spine and then the first fall of the torment that rang like more of a thud than a slap against her aching ass. She moaned out loud and arched her spine, lifting her body some, which sent the vibration into her more quickly. Her feet pressed together and her toes curled as she could hear him groaning behind her, and executing his orchestration against her taken mind and body. She could see him in her imagination, feel him with her body, taste him in her cravings, and cried out for more as her body wept in sensual desire.
“Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease Sir Morrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrre”
She begged with quivering lips.
His orchestration continued until the rosy hue of her ass grew very warm, and then he placed his warm mouth around each of her toes, feeling her shiver with pleasure and pain.
She then felt him turning her body, and could see his eyes as well as the artistic work of the predicament she had been placed in. The ankle restraints were unfastened and her legs were now free. She smiled and licked her lips as he now attached clover clamps to her nipples, and tugged lightly at the chain. He then told her to close her eyes and legs, as he placed a long vibrator against her aching core. He left her there and while the sensations moved through her body, she wondered:
“What else does he have in that wicked bag?”
He returned with a blindfold, placed it across her eyes, and removed the vibration. Now she felt a tool of torment penetrate her ass that did not vibrate, and the chain of the clover clamps lift as high as they could reach. Pain swept through her entire body and she bit her lip in agony. The sweet soft brush of the flogger was now dancing across her skin, while her nipples ached and her ass stretched. The flogger began against her arms, across her elevated breasts and nipples, down her tummy, and then struck more sharply against her clit. He moved in very close to her and whispered:
“Are you ok?”
“Yes Sir.”
She managed to exhale.
He then pushed into her with strength and very thick arousal. Her inner walls blossomed for him like that of a blooming flower as waves of sensations swept into her very subconscious. His body was pushing against the intruder and she began to spasm. Long, slow thrusts into her body, as her feet now met his chest, and hearts raced. Growling and shivering as the chain was lifted once again and her nipples ached in agony.
“So warm and inviting”
He complimented as the orchestration continued.
“Do you want to cum?”
He taunted.
“YES SIR!!!!”
She exclaimed as their bodies bucked wildly.
“Not yet.”
He denied as he removed her from all of her restraints and sat her up against the edge of the bed, smiling as he took her hand and walked her to the couch.
He directed her to place her hands against the top of the couch and one knee on each cushion, and to hold her spine very straight forward, level with the ceiling. His arousal moved into her harshly and all at once as waves of pleasure crashed through their bodies. His hands grasped her ass and his moans rang in her ears as they began to rock in this dance of craving lust. Her purrs grew louder as his deep thrusting held her on the edge or orgasm, and she begged with crying agony for release.
I am on the edge…..Ohhhhh please Sir, let me cum.”
“Cum for me NOW…….cum all over my balls”
His command rang in her ears and her body reacted…..her orgasm completely his, as her inner walls contracted and collided as his rope of cum met her splash. They rode the waves of guttural pleasure, hearing the breathing,and feeling the sensation of their sexual scent surround them.
He wrapped one arm around her waist and lifted her from the couch, turning her now as she looked into his eyes and was moved to her side on the bed. His hand then moved to the base of her neck, as he guided her mouth to him. Her tongue tingled as she tasted remnants of his orgasm, and she pressed gently into the tip, as his hand gripped her tighter. Her hand stroked him firmly at the base, as he had taught her, and his tip grew harder in her lips, She made a perfect ring with only her lips, and tightened against his base, feeling his cock swell and her cheeks cave. He then grasped her by her hair and pulled her off…..
“You have been craving to drink my cum, haven’t you?” Plead for it.”
He demanded.
Her face was tight with her hair pulled back, as she pleaded with aching eyes:
“Ohhhhhhhhh please Sir…..feed me”
He moved her back and shivered with a control she had never felt, guiding and hardening, thicker and harder, as grunts and the sweet sound of her mouth hungrily slurping him rang around them. Tears jumped from her eyes as she felt the back of her throat open and the gag overwhelm her body…..and just when she thought the rope would be fed to her….. He denied her and lifted her body from him.
Now he positioned her body with her legs dangling over the side of the bed. No restraints, no weapons of torment…..Her mind raced as he lifted her legs and placed the soles of her feet flat against his strong chest. He looked deeply into her eyes as he entered her ass…….and a wave of pleasure struck her very core. Her cries were overwhelming…..begging him to never stop…..
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh my God……Please Sir…..Morrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrre! Pleeeeeeeeeeeease don’t ever stop.”
“Soooooo tight and warm”
He hungrily gasped as his rhythm thrust deeper and faster.
“Do you want my cum deep in your ass? Beg girl…..beg for my cum NOW!”
She could hear the words sing out of her lips as if she had needed to say them her entire life:
“Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeease Sir cum in my aching ass……I am all Yours.”
She felt the rush of his release fill her body and felt as if her soul had lifted and was watching the euphoria beneath her. Her nails grazed the skin against his inner thighs from under them, and as he moved up next to her, she felt the beat of their hearts had become one. Her face leaned into the nook of his shoulder and he ran his finger very gently into her spine as he chuckled, lifted a brow and whispered:
“So much for your most feared area.”
She moved very close to him, looking into his now very deep blue evil eyes…..so dark and mysterious….drenched in lust and sheer satisfaction.
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