The Beauty Of Bound Wings Part 3

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She moved awkwardly at first, obviously put on the spot by such an embarrassing command. She did, however, have a hat over her eyes,

“Please, just dance to the music while removing your clothes.”

“Yes… Sir,” she began to sway her hips side to side. Her hands caressed her body, moving up and down the slim curves of her black dress. She bent her knees, straightened them and snapped her rear end towards him. She turned on the spot, fingers rising to her hackles, and she managed to start unzipping the dress.

“Sir, would you please unzip me?”

“No. You are being punished.”

She remained silent after that, doing her best to bend and twirl in time with the music as naturally as possible. The dress slipped from her shoulders and crawled down her arms until she ***d it to her feet. She left the hat on and removed her knickers, her breasts already exposed from wearing no bra. This made his penis bounce. He noticed as she turned once again, that a small blue butterfly was tattooed across her right shoulder blade, with swirls and flowers blossoming from it's wings.

 

The music hit a slow section, her body adjusting to the timing, and finally she was posed with one leg in front of the other, hat tilted on her head quite dashingly, and her naked body primed for his taking. She was a considerably older woman, his first in fact, but her body was exquisite and her smile only made it better. She stood there, waiting for him to give his next instruction, but instead her body jolted towards the bed to her right. She collapsed onto the cool sheets with a hand on her chest, the other keeping the hat held over her eyes.

“Do not fight it.”

“You are tying me up, Sir?”

“I am. Should you wish for this to slow down or stop, your safe word will be Calm.”

“I don’t think it will come to that, but I will remember that.”

“Sir. Always address me as Sir. I am already punishing you, so do not make me remind you again.”

“Sorry, Sir.”

 

He straddled her legs, pressure on her thighs sending a thrill through her to make her giggle. He wrapped an arm under her back and hugged her breasts against his face, licking them while tugging her body fully onto the bed. She hummed, squirming at the sensation. Her wrist was yanked up to the corner of the bed, and before long a strip of fabric bound it in place. Then her other wrist was bound to the other corner, and finally her ankles were tugged towards the foot of the bed.

“How do you feel?”

“Wonderful… Sir.”

“Good. Are you ready for some ***?”

“I would be if you could take this hat off.” She was answered by silence, and the nerves hit her unexpectedly. She was suddenly scared of how much this would hurt, but her body was pulsing for the lust that he had prophecised, so she submitted to the idea of *** and pleasure.

 

Something thin and long snapped against the skin of her stomach, softly enough to give her a taste of what was to come. She hissed quietly.

“I want you to count out loud. Please me, and you will earn your own pleasure.”

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@DanteReignthis seems to be getting better and better... nice and slowly turning into a seductive mind play of fantacy and  fun.  I will patiently await the next part if we are so lucky to have one.

 

Edited July 20, 2019 by Butterfly4U

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You think I would stop before I have finished the whipping? There is plenty more to come.