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| alexandraa |
She stood on tip toes, legs apart, in the middle of the room. Naked. Arms pulled above her head, fastened to a beam above her. Nothing to lean against, nowhere to hide. She was aware of her body's exposure. The large open window to one side of the room, summer breeze blowing in with the fresh smell of the garden and bird song. She knew they were not easily overlooked, although she felt thrilled someone might see her like this. She enjoyed the feel of the air moving on her naked body, the feeling of openness.
She was conscious of her breasts pushing forward, vulnerable, nipples tight, aching to be touched, the rings of her piercings glinting in the sun. She could hear him walking around her. She had her eyes closed. He had told her to keep them shut, and not to move. She wanted to move her legs. She wanted to feel his hands on her, his fingers inside her cunt and arse, his cock hot and big, his mouth on her nipples, biting. She sighed. Her body moved with her deep breath, and so he hit her. The crop. Sharp and swift, she could imagine the rectangular mark left by the leather tip on her bottom. It burnt, she breathed it in, enjoying the sting, while whimpering too.
“Quiet”, he said. She bit her lip. He trailed the end of the crop around her body, over her nipples, flicking slightly at them. She felt her cunt clenching, knew she was wet and aching for him. She almost sighed again. He stood behind her, breathing on her neck, arms came around her and squeezed her nipples. He pulled her hips back slightly, running his hands over the opening of her arse and cunt, probing them. She could hear how wet she was. He laughed as he touched her. She did sigh again and try to push against him.
He stepped away and hit her with quick succession, 4, 5, 6 times. The pain made her yelp and squirm, nowhere to go, very little movement to be made. He carried on laying his neat marks over her back, bottom, thighs while he enunciated, “No, more, movement, no, more, noise”. Each word punctuated by strikes from the crop.
She struggled to hold herself quiet and still. He continued, enjoying himself, amused at her struggles, while knowing he caused them. He switched to a thin whippy cane, swished it through the air. She squeaked again, knowing the familiar sound and consequent sting of this instrument, so sharp, like a knife. So he flicked it across her nipples, fast, quick, light, stinging touches. She thought she might orgasm. Her erotic connection always so intense. As well he knew.
Things went quiet. He was behind her again. Pulled her hips back and knocked her legs wide. Rammed a butt plug into her. She loved the feeling, the stretch on this muscle and the feeling it cause deep inside her. The fact that her body was open to him, for use in any way he chose. Then clamps, suddenly biting into her nipples, crushing their flesh against her piercings. Intense erotic pain.
Her cunt ached for him. God she needed him fucking her.
| 2 Mar 10, 7:12 PM Dracosons_Mina UK(M), 4 yrs  |
mmmmm - reminds me of Kage and my mistress...... Dystopia is coming... |
