Kinkorama Posted May 4 Posted May 4 You had a long day and want nothing more than a shower and to crawl into bed. You revel in the warm water as you feel the day's stresses carried away with the strong pulsation of the stream. You lose yourself in the steamy confines until you realize how late it has gotten. You emerge from the shower surprised to find me waiting for you. You reach for the towel I'm holding but I stop you. I behold you, as the last few rivulets streak down your curves. I'm entranced for a moment as a few final drops emerge from your hair, to trace down to the valley between your breasts. I pause to appreciate your form. Your nipples harden as the cool air embraces you. They stir me to action, I step forward and begin to dry you. I swaddle your body in the soft terry, gently soothing your skin as I go. I escort you to the bedroom, softly lit by candles. I lay you down on the bed, the crisp linens offering a welcome embrace. I place a blindfold upon you and you start to ask. I place a single finger on your soft lips and shush you. "Just relax, Princess." Your senses heighten as I begin to rub lotion into your skin. I start at your feet, massaging the soles. You feel my hands work the lotion into you. I take my time, gliding up your calves and continuing up. You feel a thrill as my fingers slowly rub the outsides of your thighs, all the way up to your hips. You begin to feel your pussy dampen as I renew my efforts at your inner knees, instinctually spreading your legs as I continue my glacial march up the soft inner thigh. Ever closer, your breath becomes short as I go higher and higher. You gasp as I near your crotch, your hips rolling forward to present yourself. You let out a disappointed moan as I stop short. You feel the bed shift as I change positions. Again you feel my hands at your hips as I begin probing up, kneading your flank and soothing my way up. I stroke the sides of your breasts slowly hefting them in turn. I manipulate the soft flesh in circles, inching ever closer to your nipples. You moan again as I leave your mounds craving more attention. You feel my grasp at your shoulders as I massage the muscles and release more of the tension there and into your neck. You feel as though floating upon a cloud. Next, you feel my one hand at the base of your skull as you feel my lips meet yours. Your lips part and my tongue invades you, gently probing at you. I break the kiss as my other hand squeezes at your neck. Your body is alive, all electric and tingly as I *** your air. "Who do you belong to, slut?" "You, Sir." Pleased with your answer I relent in my grip. I kiss you again, more deeply as I stretch your arms out to the sides. You feel the click as I secure your wrists in the restraints. I kiss my way down your neck, caressing your breasts as I again lift one and then the other. You feel the sharp sting of my teeth as I nip your buds, the hardened nipples a contrast to the soft flesh surrounding them. I continue to trace my way down your abdomen with my tongue. Your hips buck and roll as I make my way past your navel. "Please, Sir..." I again press a finger to your lips as I shush you again. You feel my breath upon your pussy. I spread your legs even wider as I secure your ankles in the lower restraints. You can't help but mewl as I kiss the skin of your thighs, getting ever closer to your center. Your nerves are all on high alert as you hump the air, trying to get my mouth to where you need it most... “Sir, PLEASE!” I smirk at your predicament. “Soon, you wanton slut.” There is a rustling sound you cannot place. Your body jerks as a drop of cold water falls on your belly. You pull at the restraints as you feel the cold wet drag of an ice cube, reflexively contracting from the sensation. I slowly slide it up between your globes and trace circles with it. I pay special attention to your nipples, making them harden again. You arch your back as you feel the drops running off to your sides. You cannot help imagining a glacier as my pace slows, drifting down ever lower. Your hips buck anew as the ice finds a path down to your groin. I slowly trace your nether lips as you moan in frustration. I ease the remnant of the cube against your clit before sliding it down. You shiver as the melting cube mixes with your wetness and trickles beneath you. I slide it inside you and you try to clamp your legs shut, to no avail. The restraints do their job and keep your legs spread, and you open to my ministrations. I remove my hand and bring it to your mouth. You hungrily slurp at your juices from my fingers. I place my hand on your chest and feel the thumping as your heart races. Finally, tenderly I return to your pussy and continue to tease you. My fingers make distinct squishing noises as I slide one then another inside. You mewl, something between a moan and a scream as I lean down and kiss your clit. My fingers still inside, probing at your tenderness I begin to lick you. You are on the edge and begin begging for relief. “Sir, May I please have you? All of you.” I chuckle as I deliberately lick your lips, feeling each fold. “Patience, you filthy slut.” I kiss your clit before sucking it, gently at first but growing in intensity. “May I cum, Sir?” I’m so close!” I remove my fingers and my lips. You cry out at the sudden emptiness. I watch as you thrash back and forth in your bonds. “Would you like a drink, Princess?” You slump back against the bed, frustrated. I see a single tear escape from your blindfold. “Thank you Sir.” I prop your head on a pillow and hold a bottle to your lips. You sip tentatively as you retreat from the edge. Before the last drops have been swallowed you feel me stroking your sides with something. I bring it to your nose and you smell the leather. You tense as you wonder is that the crop? A paddle? Something more sinister? “B- But Sir! I don’t know that I’m ready for that…” Your whine trails off as you know better than to protest. My irritation flares but I squash it. “I know you’re inexperienced. But if you keep using that mouth for the wrong things, I shall have to gag you.” I see the realization wash upon your face, though you try to hide it. “No Sir. That won’t be necessary.” You feel your arms relax as I release the cuffs from their chains. You still feel them heavy upon your wrists, the soft padding feels comforting to you. “Roll over.” You comply, and realize I have already loosened your ankles. You were so intent on your impending orgasm that you hadn’t noticed. Orgasm. You had been so close. You feel your cunt must be gushing now, as the emptiness hits you again. You yearn to feel me inside you again. I again stretch your arms first, securing the cuffs. It feels tighter this time. The stretch feels good as I secure your legs, even further apart then before. It only serves to enhance that empty feeling between your legs. “Shall we begin?” Afraid of being gagged, you only nod, feeling a sensation deep inside your belly. You can’t decide if it is butterflies of excitement or apprehension. We had talked about impact play. I had shown you my collection of floggers, paddles, crops and other things you didn’t even recognize. You had played with your ex, but not enough. You had seen pictures of what I had done to other subs. The photos of their skin in shades of pink and red excited you. There were others. Deep, angry black and blue marks. Streaks of maroon from canes. Some of them even showed *** from where the strikes were too deep, too hard. It is those pictures that fed your ***s. You can’t shake those images from your mind. Did I trust him too soon? Did we discuss this enough? Your self-doubts lead you to tear up. Determined to be a good submissive, to earn my respect and show you can belong to me, you try to resolve yourself as trepidation causes the tears to flow more strongly. I watch your shoulders shake as you sob gently. You know the next thing you will feel is ***. “Relax, fucktoy. You might even enjoy it.” I chuckle at my attempt at humor. You only feel more tense. “No need to count. This time.” You jump as you feel it. The soft tickle at the sole of your right foot. The gossamer kiss of a feather. You feel its march up over your calf, as I drag it along. Another sensation at your left shoulder. Just as soft, but different. As it moves down your back you begin to think it must be a silk scarf. No pressure behind it but the weight itself. Gradually I move the two all over, tracing random unseen lines across your body. You try to press yourself into the tender feeling, enjoying as it thrills your skin. Your bonds keep you still. At last, you feel the feather centered on your ass, just out of reach of your cunt. You realize you are as soaked as before, your body alive with desire. You wiggle your ass trying to get it to make contact, desperate for any touch there. The scarf continues its path of random swirls across your flesh. SMACK! You jump as you feel the first sting of a crop. My lust deepens as your left cheek jiggles in the aftershock. I reach down and caress it as an angry mark begins to flush. SMACK! The scarf stops as you feel the sharp impact land on your right cheek. It stings, but you find the feeling refreshing. Again I caress the area, soothing the reddened flesh. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The blows land in rapid fire as you moan. Your cute butt moves in circles, a silent attempt to find its assailant. My hands cover the warm globes, rubbing at their ire. WHACK! You jump again, feeling the blow land on your right shoulder. It is different. It is a bit more widespread, more of a thud overall but with many lesser stings. WHACK! I bring the flogger down again to your left shoulder. You feel it crisscross back and forth as I work my way down your back. The warmth blazes across you as the marks appear. Your ass again tracing circles, your subconscious moving it for you. I put the flogger aside and begin to fondle your cheeks, blemished only by the blotches left by the crop. “As beautiful as this view is, we can make it better, Princess.” I trace my fingers down between your legs and tease you more. “Yes, Sir. Please. Please, Sir.” I catch a drip of your essence and once more bring it to you. You gently bite my finger as you suck on it. I cup your chin and pull your head back. You feel yourself again building towards climax. Astounded that you are so close, yet your pussy has received such little attention. SLAP! I hold you as you buck against the sharp sting of the paddle on your ass. Over and over, you lose count as I continue my *** concentrating all the strokes to your one cheek. It has turned blotchy in varying hues of pink and red, accented by the darker marks from the crop. You let loose a primal howl as you think you can’t take any more. Just as suddenly, the sting of the paddle is replaced by my hand soothing the warm flesh. “We can’t leave the other cheek jealous, can we?” I mock you. “PLEASE SIR. I want to cum. I need it.” I ignore your pleas as you feel SLAP! Against the other cheek. You let out another cry. Once again I pummel your ass over and over until your cheeks match. You are crying by the end. Not in ***, though you do wonder how you’ll be able to sit tomorrow. No, your tears are borne of shame and frustration. Shame at the thought of how much you enjoy the ***. Your self-doubts cloud your head as you wonder how this *** came to be your happy place. Yet you have never felt more certain that this is where you belong. Frustrated to be so close to the edge, yet not getting that final attention you need to push you over. Sadness creeps in as you realize once again you were so close to the edge but feel it receding. Your arms and legs are sore as you realize how hard you have been pulling against your cuffs. The bed shifts as I crawl over the top of you. You feel my hard cock nestle between your cheeks as your desire flares to life again. You buck your hips against me, subtly urging me to sate you. You try to beg but all that comes out is a low guttural groan. You feel the velvety head slide back and forth, lubricated by my dripping precum. You cannot believe how close you are, closer than you have been tonight. Yet the edge remains elusive, just out of your grasp. You shudder as you feel the cool lotion being dribbled across your back. I begin at your neck, rubbing it into your traps and across your shoulders. The tension releases from you as I massage the salve into your skin, soothing the stress from your muscles. Your arms feel loose and limber again, even as they remain stretched in their unnatural position. I continue to make my way down your back. You realize I am easing away not just the night's activity but the remnants of strain from your hectic day. The closer I get to your buttocks, that familiar feeling comes back and your ass goes back to doing circles. I shift slightly lower on the bed and lay atop you. You melt as you feel my breath upon the nape of your neck. I nibble your ear as you whine in exasperation. Finally, you feel me at your entrance. I thrust forward, finally giving you that needed push to the precipice. As you feel your orgasm building to a crescendo, I whisper in your ear. “Cum for me, Princess. You’re too pretty not to cum every day.”
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