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Bag of Tricks - written for a lady friend
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Bag of Tricks - written for a lady friend Glancing into the mirror, you see me standing behind you. The hotel room is dimly lit, the drapes drawn against the afternoon light. You watched me turn the air conditioning off when we entered the room… felt the chill leaving the room ‒ becoming slowly warmer and more comfortable. I see you smile, remembered our conversation earlier in the day. You had mentioned how much you enjoyed the last time we were together. I remember how we had laughed over the fact that the hotel maid had walked in on us while we were having sex, you bound on the bed. The look on her face !!! While it spoiled the mood for that day we had quite a few laughs ‒ once the embarrassment was gone. Today you watched me put the Do Not Disturb sign out. Today you said you wanted a tour of the bag. And, you said, you would trust me to know your limits; that I was free to do whatever I wanted ‒ just to stop if you used your Safe Word. Your trust, in itself, is a turn on. Standing behind you, I place my hands on your shoulders. The sleeveless cotton blouse is thin and colorful; I can feel your warmth through the cloth. In front of you, on the dresser, lies the black vinyl bag. My bag if Tricks, as I have called it. Your hands rest on the edge of the dresser, on either side of the bag. You watch as I lean down to you, place my head next to yours ‒ and inhale. You hear me whisper “I love the smell of your hair.” I nuzzle your neck just a bit, and stand back up. Looking directly into your eyes in the mirror I smile just a bit. The corners of your mouth turn up just a bit ‒ an impish half-smile. Our eyes stay locked as you feel my hands wander down from your shoulders, down your shoulder blades, following your bra straps to the center of your back where the clasp holds the garment together. MY finger pauses there for a moment ‒ I see the sparkle in your eye….. you are waiting for me to loosen the clasp. I think better of it. My sharp eyes have caught the texture of the lace through the blouse. My thought is that you have worn something special for me….. and I want to appreciate it. Moving my hands back up to your shoulders, still keeping eye contact with you, I say “Pull your arms free from the straps.” I watch as you reach up with each hand and pull the opposite strap down, across your elbow, and free from your arm. The straps lie under your arms, your breasts encased loosely in the bra cups. “Unzip the bag, and pull out the first thing you find.” You reach forward, look down, and grasp the zipper tab. There is something erotic about the sound of a zipper; its sound echoes through the quiet room. As you bend forward to reach into the bag your ass presses against me. Giggling slightly, you move your hips back and forth playfully, then pay attention to the bag in front of you. Lifting your hand from the bag I see you have my favorite set of handcuffs ‒ old heavy black steel military issue cuffs. You glance up at me in the mirror, smile broadening just a bit, remembering our last adventure when these held your arms behind you. I watch as you play with them for a moment ‒ holding a cuff in each hand, offering them up for me. “Not today, put them down.” You set them on the wood surface. Glance back up. I motion with my head to the bag….. and you reach in again. A piece of black material is next; you unfold the blindfold used last time. Glancing up at me, you hear me say ”No, today I want you to see everything I do to you. I want to watch your eyes. See into your soul.” You place the material next to the handcuffs. Reaching into the bag once again I watch you rummage around, grab something, and pull it out. It is a set of leather cuffs, held together by a pair of metal clasps. I look into your reflection in the mirror and say “Put them on.” It is not easy for you, each takes some concentration and you find that after you manage to get the first cuff buckled onto your wrist that you need to uncouple them to manage the other. I enjoy the sight, watching you struggle just a bit, use your teeth to pull the buckle tight, your breasts jiggling just a bit in the loosened bra. Finally you hold them before you, a leather cuff on each wrist, the metal clasp dangling between them. My hands, still on your shoulders ‒ make the journey down your arms to your wrists. I watch you in the mirror, watching my hands as I snap the clasps together, binding your wrists together about three inches apart. You pull at the cuffs, find them secure. Tight, but not sharp like the metal cuffs. Flexible, but ungiving. “I like the leather cuffs. They’re more versatile. Notice how each cuff has a clasp on it? I can attach you to anything. You’ll see as the afternoon goes ‒ I have lots of ideas for you today.” Slowly I lift the connecting clasps….. higher….. higher….. higher….. until your hands are directly over your head ‒ your arms straight up on either side of your head. You hold your arms up willingly ‒ I keep them in place with my hand between the cuffs. Looking around your arms at your face in the mirror I say “Shake your tits for me.” I watch you glance down at your chest in the mirror ‒ seeing the blouse material straining from the fleshy globes inside. Moving your body back and forth, your breasts begin a rolling motion, bouncing around in the loose cups of the bra. You glance up and catch me captivated by the sight. Slowly I bring your wrists down….. slowly…. To the top of your head; then pull them back behind your head. Lifting your hair with one hand, I use the other to place the metal clasps along the nape of your neck, then drop the hair over it. The result is that your hands are held in place alongside the back of your head, the clasps bound behind your neck. Not uncomfortably…. But securely. With a little effort you are able to raise your head to see easily into the mirror; to my reflection. I move closer behind you ‒ you feel the bulge of my erection…. Have a sense of satisfaction that you are having that effect on me. Hands move around your waist, come to rest on your belly. No words are spoken….eyes making contact with each other…. Then yours flit to look at my hands at your midriff…. Mine follow yours. You see me move my hands to the bottom of your blouse, toy with a button for a moment. Then move up your rib cage, under your breasts. Then notice the almost surreal effect as the hands encircle your breasts, cupping them, lifting them slightly, testing their weight. The surreal effect of watching hands sliding over your body ‒ watching and feeling and watching and feeling ‒ continues as the hands glide up past the breasts ‒ feel the rich fullness of your upper chest ‒ and come to rest at the collar of your blouse, one on each side. A violent wrenching breaks the serene moment as I brutally pull the material apart ‒ ripping the blouse open ‒ buttons flying in all directions. A second yank tears the material completely free of the last buttons ‒ it hangs loosely down across your body, open, exposing the black bra and your cleavage. I watch you gasp ‒ surprised by the sudden motion, breath coming in rasps. Looking up into my eyes I see something new in you ‒ a bit of uncertainty. Not quite fear ‒ just uncertainty. As you look you hear a click, which draws your eyes down to my hand ‒ which holds a knife, open and shilling in the dim light. Our eyes meet again ‒ yours wider open than usual. The knife slides up to eye level ‒ we both watch as I lower it to your blouse ‒ and cut the rest of the material away from you ‒ first one side, then the other. The knife joins the cuffs on the dresser and I pull the material free from your body, tossing it away. Your breathing is full; I watch your breasts fill the cups of the bra with each breath. I lean over and whisper into your ear: “I love how your breasts look this way. With your hands over your head like this ‒ it makes them lift up, like they are offering themselves to me.” “My, this is a lovely bra you wore for me today. I really do like the lace ‒ so feminine ‒ like you. A bit naughty ‒ like you. A little modest, but enticing and alluring ‒ like you.” Reaching around you, I grip the front edge of the cups of the brassiere, and slowly peel them down and away from your breasts. Your nipples catch on the material, then spring into view as I move the material down. I feel you undulate your hips against me slowly, pressing your ass back against my erection. I like looking down at your nipples, rather than into the mirror. From this angle I can see how hard they are, how they protrude. Thinking back to our last time together…. I smile. Grasping a nipple in each hand between thumb and forefinger, I begin to pinch and twist….. and tweak and play and tease and twist. Feeling their firmness. I feel you respond ‒ feel you press back against me a bit harder. Whispering into your ear I say “I love your breasts. Your nipples are so sensitive. They get so hard. They respond so well. I remember what they looked like when you were kneeling in front of me, sucking on my cock. I remember watching me slide in and out of your mouth ‒ seeing your hard nipples below. I remember thinking what a prim and proper lady you were, kneeling there sucking on my dick like a slut.” I feel you stiffen. “Did you feel naughty?” You nod, and I pinch just a bit harder. “Did you like feeling naughty?” another nod. “Do you like being my nasty little girl?” a moan “Do you want to know what I am going to do to you today?” another nod, I feel you lift your breasts higher, increasing the pressure of my hands. I continue pinching. “I am going show you all the toys in my bag. I am going to use most of them on you. Some of them will hurt a bit, some will bring extreme pleasure, and some will make you cry out in frustration” the pinching and twisting continues. “I am going to make you do lots of nasty things. I am going to do nasty things to you. I’m not going to tell you now ‒ you’ll have to wait and see.” “You going to be a good little girl today?” Another nod. “Be my little slut today, do whatever I tell you?” “Oh yeah” the first you have spoken in a while. “Then let’s go back to the bag” End Part 1 "Now let's see what's in the bag" you hear me say. I move from behind you to next to you, where I can reach the bag and you with equal ease. I pause, and move to stand directly in front of you. It is a bit of a strain with your hands clasped behind your neck, but you are able to look up into my face. “I just can’t resist” you hear me say. I reach up with both hands and cup your breasts. Squeezing the fullness, I feel your nipples stiffen into my palms. The skin is warm and soft against my hands ‒ each breath lifts them higher to me. With your arms so held, lifted behind your head ‒ the breasts stand high and firm. “I love your tits. You are proud of them too ‒ I can tell by the way you watch me when I look at them. I have some plans for them today.” Grabbing your nipples I pull you to me. I rub them harshly against my shirt, bringing just a bit of abrasive pain to them; rubbing up and down and then back and forth ‒ then let them go. Your body is now pressed against me, breasts flattened against my shirt….. my erection pressing into your belly through my pants. You raise your face and I lower my face to you ‒ our lips meet. Tentatively…. Softly…. Just a flick of a tongue….. gentle exploring…… sweet caresses of mouths…. Holding you close to me you feel your nipples ‒ hard and more sensitive from the recent rubbing, pressing against me. Aching for attention. Motion draws you…. The motion of my hands traveling up your sides…. Along your ribcage….. seemingly toward your breasts again. Unconsciously you arch your back seeking the sensation of my hands. One hand stops…. Moves behind you…. To the center of your back ‒ seems to be holding you in place. The other digs into your ribcage ‒ tickling you feverishly. The change in sensation has an electrifying effect. The tickling feeling is intense ‒ causing you to try to bring your arms down to protect you ‒ but they are bound behind your neck. Twisting, you try to get away ‒ but the hand holds you steady and the tickling intensifies ‒ moving up to your armpit… back down to your ribs. The twisting motion causes your nipples to rub on the shirt, intensifying the feeling from the rubbing. I hear you cry out ‒ not in pain ‒ in surprise and sweet anguish. I continue the tickling ‒ feel you struggle to try to get away. I hold you ‒ and tickle even more ‒ new spots ‒ bottoms of your arms, ribs, side, wherever I can reach you. I let go suddenly ‒ and you take a step backward ‒ look up at me. This is a new look. The sensation is not what you expected. Looking down at you I see your breasts rise and fall with each ragged breath ‒ nipples hard as rocks. You see me look at your nipples ‒ there is something in the moment ‒ the reaction to the tickling ‒ the half-nakedness ‒ the realization that I can do whatever I want to you ‒ the knowledge that you don’t know what I will do ‒ the craziness of the erotic feeling of the tickling even though you hate to be tickled ‒ Somehow all of these feelings coming at the same moment bring a new sense of vulnerability. A new sense of surrender. A new level of excitement. A new anticipation. Reaching out across the few feet that separate us, I dig my hands into the waistband of your pants. I pull you closer to me… watch your breasts bounce with your step. I see you watching me ‒ see you observing me as I watch your body. I know you like it when I look at you. I know it’s almost like you can feel my eyes on you. There’s something naughty ‒ maybe nasty ‒ maybe almost dirty ‒ in the way I look at you. And there’s nothing you can do to stop me from enjoying the sights. Somehow ‒ that excites you even more. Idly I reach down to the belt you are wearing and unbuckle it. I play with the flesh of your belly for a moment, then pull the belt from its loops. It falls to the floor. I see you looking down at my hands, which are poised to unsnap your pants. Slowly ‒ very slowly ‒ I grab the snap at your waistband, pull apart ‒ and the pants part. Your gaze on my hands is intent. From the high angle where I stand in front of you I look down through the blonde tresses, see your reddened hard nipples. My fingers grab the tab on the zipper and inch it down …. Down ….. down…… until it hits bottom. My hands rise to the waistband on either hip, grasp the pants….. and begin to work them down your hips. I see your colorful panties ‒ there seems to be a pattern on them….. but they get caught in your pants and peel down your hips with your pants. Down across your crotch, where the fair pubic hair is now seen…… the panties catch in your crotch ‒ suddenly springing free to follow the pants down the length of your legs. The clothes lie in a heap at your feet. “Kick them away.” I say. Stepping out of one side, you plant that foot and kick them away with the other. The result is that your legs are now spread ‒ you before me ‒ hands bound behind your head. I lean back on the dresser and place my legs between yours. Leisurely ‒ I reach down between your thighs, gripping your sex. Your hips thrust toward me and my fingers come in contact with your slit. A finger works its way just inside ‒ finding your wetness. Working the finger back and forth just a bit I say to you: “My my, we are wet. I’m really beginning to think you like this. I think you like being treated like a slut.” “Look at me” You raise your head ‒ gaze at me. My fingers keep working through your wetness. “Do you like my fingers in you?” “Yes” is your breathless reply. I squeeze a bit harder ‒ grab your flesh in my fist. Grip it. I feel you shudder. “You like that. You like it when I use you. You like it when I treat you like a little .” No answer from you, but the wetness increases, seeps over my fingers. I grip tighter ‒ feel you push yourself into my hand. My other hand rises to a breast, grasps a nipple, and pinches. A moan escapes from your lips. Smiling to myself ‒ I let go of your nipple and your pussy. I stand erect, move from between your thighs and stand next to you. Nudging you forward just a bit ‒ you are once again standing before the mirror, at the dresser. I look at you ‒ see you looking at yourself. Blonde hair framing your face, framed by arms bound behind your head. You are looking into your own eyes ‒ I wonder what you see there. Your nipples, still red from rubbing on my shirt ‒ are still hard, still seeking attention. “OK, back to the bag. Let’s see what we have.” As I reach into the bag with one hand, the other reaches back and grabs your buttock. I like the feel ‒ meaty, full, soft, and sensitive. I grip the buttock in my hand as my hand searches through the interior of the bag, fumbling. "Hmmmmmm..... what have we here? Oh, it's a riding crop". You watch me pull the piece of rod with a leather flap on its end. "This, my dear girl, is in case you don't do whatever I tell you. You will find that it can be used to heighten sensitivity or it can cause pain. You will feel both. How much of which depends on how well you perform." I hold the object before your face. Slowly move it in front of you….. swish it through the air. It makes an alarming noise. "Let's see how it works" I say. Reaching behind you I grab your wrists bound at your head, cuffed together. Pushing forward you realize that you have no choice but to bend over ‒ until your head comes to rest on the dresser. You turn your face towards me, your cheek on the wood. I pause, grab the remnants of your blouse, and place it under your cheek for comfort. “Don’t move. If you do I will show you how this riding crop can bring pain. You are to stay as I position you until I move you. Do you understand?” Yes sir.” It is the first time you have addressed me with a title. I wonder at that, make note. Looking down at you I see the whiteness of your skin. The shape of your hips as they blossom from your waist. I see the shape of your ass. Your breasts hang free ‒ lovely globes barely swaying from recent movement. I can’t help but reach down and pinch the nipple nearest to me. I hear you squeal. Then filling my hand with your breast ‒ I revel in its weight. Lovely breasts. Using the crop I tap between the insides of your thighs ‒ obviously wanting you to spread your legs. You do, and I run my hand down your back, through the cleavage of your ass, and grope your wet sex. I slowly bring the wet fingers back up that path, stopping to probe at your anus for a moment. You shrink away a bit ‒ but don’t move. The first strike of the crop surprises you - but it's more the noise than the pain. Then there's another. And another. Another. Another. Each in a slightly different place. Each a little harder, then softer, then harder...... The noise fills the room...slap,slap,slap,slap,slap,..... a steady pace, but a different spot each time. Fist one cheek, then the other, then somewhere else. Each strike is a little surprise and you find yourself stopping trying to figure it out, and just surrendering to the sensation. With one hand I continue to use the crop on your ass. Keeping a steady rhythm ‒ but changing the location and intensity of the strikes. The other hand captures the nipple nearest me, begins a pinching and twisting motion. Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, ........... You ass is beginning to feel warm. You can feel the blood rushing to the skin. warm, slap, warm, slap, warm, slap............ Your nipple ‒ made sensitive earlier ‒ is pulled and tormented by my thumb and finger. I continue the use of the riding crop, watching your reactions. I am hard now. I see the skin of your ass has changed to a warm red glow. I notice that when I spank one cheek, you tend to direct your ass that direction, like you want more. slap, slap, pinch, pinch slap, slap, I stop. I let go of your breast. "Ohhhhhhh….. please?” It’s a pleading request from you "Why?" I ask. "Do you want more?" "I want whatever you want" you say. “But please ‒ do more.” With that, I take the crop,. bring it around in front of you, and place it against your mouth. "Hold this in your teelth until I need it again". You open your mouth and grab the crop between your teeth. Reaching down I use my hand to spank you lightly, then firmly - finding where the flesh is warmest. The sound is there again, but different..... slap, slap, slap, slap, slap........... My other hand once again finds your nipple ‒ I am amazed at how hard it is. Your breast bounces against my hand from the force of the spanks. I squeeze the nipple hard ‒ twist hard ‒ squeeze and hold it. You feel your flesh getting hotter. I stop spanking and begin to run my hand across the tender flesh. Squeezing, pinching, rubbing. You are amazed at how sensitive the flesh is. It feels on fire and you can't tell if it's hotter or cooler where my hand touches you. All you know is that it feels. Oh God how it feels ! My hand slips down between your cheeks to play with your pussy. It's even more wet. I dig my fingers in, watch you squirm. In and out - my fingers plunder you. Then they're gone. Glancing up into the reflection you see me licking my fingers. smelling them. Mixing my saliva with your juices. I walk around ‒ directly behind you. You watch as I drop my hands down behind you, fumbling with something - then you realize that I am opening my pants. You hear the sound of the zipper. The next sensation is of my cock, teasing the lips of your sex from behind. You feel it slowly enter you, slipping in, lubricated by your juices. The fit is tight, I have to buckle my knees to come down to the right level to enter you. I slide in. I can feel your heat. I start pumping slowly, in out, in out. Stop, I enjoy the feeling of your tight wetness ‒ the heat encircling my member. Begin pumping again. You realize that I have merely opened my zipper - you can feel the coarse material of my jeans every time I am all the way in, scratching against your sensitive flesh. The rough material grates against the reddened flesh of your ass. I stop for a moment, buried deep inside you. The feeling is exquisite. Holding your hips tightly against me ‒ feeling me deep within you ‒ I move your hips around in circles, rubbing your sensitive ass against my pants. I feel my cock, hard and deep inside, twirling around in your depths. The sensations are not lost on you. I can feel your inner muscles grasping at my member. I can feel the heave of your hips to meet me. I can feel your wetness, our combined juices, running down my balls. I begin pumping again. Looking down, I see my hardness sticking out of my pants. It disappears every time I enter, shows when I withdraw. I like the sight.... and watch as you grind your hips back against me. The harsh cloth hurts - just a bit - on your skin. The slight pain draws your attention there, then you notice how empty you feel when I pull out. Pushing back against me you have a mixture of pleasure and .... not really pain..... not discomfort...... But it is definitely heavenly and you push back harder. I increase the tempo - fucking you harder and harder - watching you. I see that you are excited - will cum soon. I keep up the motion, enjoying the sensation and the sight. Looking at your reflection I can see the crop clenched in your teeth. It looks like you would bite it in half if you could. I stop, pull out - and a "plop" sound is heard when I spring free. I stand you up, once again facing the mirror, me behind you. Looking down, I watch your hips continue to gyrate ‒ seeking stimulation. Moving to your side, I reach down and caress the tender flesh of your ass ‒ your hips try to follow my hand. The sight excites me. Reaching down with my other hand I grab the cuffed hands behind your head, and lift you to a standing position again. Your nipples look like they might explode. I pull the crop from your teeth and whisper "there are more toys to try out". End Part 2 Moving behind you, I rub my hard cock against the small of your back. Watching my motions in the mirror ‒ it s obvious what I am doing ‒ and the sensation of my flesh against yours is maddening…… frustrating. In your mind you picture my member rubbing against your skin. Looking in the mirror you see me looking down over your shoulder. You can’t tell if I am looking at the bag in front of us, or down at your breasts. You quickly find out. “Let’s see what you have in here” I say. I reach around in front of you and grasp a breast in each hand, hold one in hand, and use the other hand to reach into the bag. I continue to tease the nipple. Dropping the breast I reach in front of you ‒ into the bag with both hands. I pull out some sort of straps….. all connected together. I pull it all out and lay it in front of you, on the desk. There is another set of leather cuffs, similar to the ones holding your hands behind your head. “This is a harness, a set of straps so I can put you in whatever position I want, and keep you there. It can be used in a car, in a bed, outdoors, in public under clothes. I can arrange it so that I have whatever access to you I want ‒ and give you as much freedom as I want. They connect to the ones on your wrist” I hold up the straps, show off the leg restraints. “Sometimes just a little restraint enhances the feeling ‒ but sometimes, I understand, there’s just no better feeling than to be fucked over and over and all you can do is lay there and enjoy it.” I feel you move back against me ‒ rubbing my erection with your back. “Someday soon we will go for a drive in the country. You will be naked in the car, tied so you can’t escape or stop me. I’ll play with you; make you suck on me as we drive. Maybe I will cover you when a truck passes, maybe not.” “Later today we will use these.” Setting the straps down, I reach into the bag again. This time it’s a small box. I open it, and you see two small brass balls inside. “Ben Wa Balls” I say. If you haven’t tried them ‒ we will very soon. You insert them inside you and let them rest there. No panties, so you have to use your muscles to keep them from falling out. As you walk or dance or whatever ‒ they roll around inside you. They have a funny way of rolling against your G-spot. I like them because when you wear them they will keep you constantly excited, constantly aware of your femininity, constantly thinking about sex.” What’s fun is that in public nobody but you and I know what’s going on. It’s our little secret, and I get the benefit when we’re alone.” I look down over your shoulders at the bag. I am distracted by your breasts, so I pause for a minute to caress them. I say, “ Bend over” You do, and feel me enter you again. This time the skin is a bit less sensitive when I push deep into you. Now you can feel me in you more clearly ‒ less distraction. This time it feels familiar, like our sexes know each other. There’s a comfort in the sensation. Sliding in and out of you I feel you getting wetter and wetter. There’s a niceness to this coupling ‒ even though my cock is just sticking out my pants and your hands are cuffed behind your head. Somehow it just feels nice. Looking into the mirror I see you staring up at me. Our eyes meet, then you see my eyes lower just a bit ‒ taking in your breasts. You look in the reflection and see that they are hanging ‒ full, swaying with the motion of our coupling. “That’s enough” I say ‒ pulling out “plop” and standing you back up again. Reaching into the bag again you see me pull out some small chain items. “Nipple Clamps” I say. “See, there are different kinds here.” “These” I say “will hold onto your nipples lightly. They provide a simple function keeping them hard and excited. Notice that they are heavy ‒ so that they will create motion, and feelings, as you move.” “These” ‒ I hold different ones out, “are adjustable. That way as you get used to them I can change the effect they have on you. Maybe comfortable at first ‒ then tighter ‒ then maybe tighter yet, then maybe loose again.“ “These” I say ‒ holding up another set, “are for when you’re a bad girl. They won’t do any damage, but they bite into the flesh and cause discomfort when they are moved. You’d be amazed how effective, and erotic, they can be”. You look down at the little clamps, see that they have a menacing look to them. Their little jaws look strong, small teeth line the clamp mouths. Putting all the clamps down, separated so you can see them, I say “The most fun is when you take them off. The blood rushes back into your nipples and they hurt for a minute ‒ then become extremely sensitive. All that blood rushing bac into them ‒ makes the nerve endings come alive. That’s what I like ‒ when there’s too much sensation, when your nipples are too sensitive to touch. I wonder if I can make you cum just from stimulating your nipples?. “Let’s see, shall we try one?” I feel you back into me, against my hardness. I grab the “light” ones, much to your relief. “I see I don’t have to do anything to get them hard” I say. You see that I am looking down at your breasts, proudly displayed and lifted by your arm position. There’s a sharp bit of pain as your nipple is clamped ‒ which quickly goes away. You feel the tugging on the chain as I move to the other breast. The same pain is felt there, which passes. Grabbing the chain that joins the clamps ‒ I tug gently outward, away from you. The immediate sensation at both nipples seems to send a jolt ‒ somehow straight to your pussy. You feel yourself getting wetter. Once again I reach into the bag. You notice that whenever you move, even to watch my movements, the chain of the nipple clamps sways, causing a gentle sensation in your nipples. It’s like they are being constantly played with. Your attention is constantly drawn to them. Reaching into the bag (you feel my erection rubbing against you as I move) I pull out a candle. Matches follow. With both hands in front of you ‒ you watch me strike a match, and light the candle. I set it down ‒ not far from the bag ‒ but far enough to be safe. “The candle is for a little experiment later. It will be an experiment in anticipation and expectation. It will be an experiment in pain and pleasure. I guarantee you will eagerly accept both, pain and pleasure. Sometimes it’s hard to tell which is more exciting.” I reach into the bag again. From the bag, I pull out a small cloth bag, open it, and pull a wire-looking thing from inside. “This is a Clit Clip”. I hold it up in front of you. The chain sways, nipples tighten. “It is used to encircle your clit. Like the clamp, there’s a bit of discomfort at first, but then it goes away. What it does is fit behind your clit, then pushes your pussy lips back, so your clit is exposed.” You look at the clip, don’t see how it fits, but accept that it probably does what I say. “I really like the clit clip because it makes your clit so easy to work with you while I am going down on you. My tongue can get at your sensitive spot from every angle. And the clip makes you more sensitive ‒ just like the nipple clamps” I tug at the chain for emphasis; you jerk, and back into me erection harder. “It’s also nice to have you wear it in public. Like the Ben Wa balls ‒ you have a constant feeling of sexiness. The material of your pants rubbing against your clit can drive you up a wall.” “So you remember what I said about going for a drive with you tied next to me in the car ‒ just imagine what it would be like if there you are ‒ all tied with your legs spread wide ‒ and this little piece of wire is making your clit stand out. I could just reach over and flick it with my finger whenever I liked” I feel you shudder. Your conservative upbringing cries out against this ‒ and yet there is a carnal curiosity to know what it would be like to be trussed up and played with in public ‒ afraid that at any moment someone might see you. To be helpless at someone’s beck and call. Oh God ‒ how devilishly delicious. I set the clip down. Reach back into the bag, pull out a red rubber object; a butt plug. A tapered cylinder with a flat elongated base. “The infamous butt plug. Whether you like anal sex or not ‒ these are lots of fun. Stick it in your ass for an additional feeling of fullness. Makes the senses come alive ‒ it’s amazing how many nerve endings are in your ass. I really like them for fucking, wiggling it around while I am inside you. I bet you cum like a rocket with it in you.” “They’re really great for motorcycle rides, especially on old Harleys that vibrate more. Like having a vibrator pressed into you all the time. I also like making you wear it under your clothes while we are out in public. That sense of fullness ‒ and some discomfort. And, of course, when they finally come out you’ll have a feeling of emptiness there ‒ which I love to satisfy.” “Ya know ‒ I have more toys in there, but I think I want some more personal attention before we go on.” You look up from the bag to my reflection. You watch me reach around and grab the<b> harness </font></b>straps with the lag restraints and the riding crop. I grab the chain of the nipple clamps and pull, drawing you over to the bed. For the first time you see my hard cock, sticking out from my jeans. Pulling you along to the bed by your nipples, I stop and sit on it, you facing me. I look up at you, see the nipple clamps in place, the chain swinging back and forth. I reach out and idly play with your pussy ‒ checking your wetness, the other hand sets the toys on the bed.. “Kneel” a simple command. You hesitate, figuring out how to do it with your hands cuffed behind your head. “Do I need to get the other clips, or use the crop?” You recognize the threat, immediately drop to your knees. The action makes your breasts bounce, tingles of pain at your nipples from the clamps. I reach down and point my erection at your face. “Suck” ‒ another simple command. Tentatively you approach my hardness. Flick your tongue out, taste me. Your lips encircle my head, I feel you circling your tongue around it. Taking a bit more in ‒ you apply suction, drawing your cheeks against me. The effect for me is electrifying, for you a sense of fullness. Slowly you begin to move your head up and down, allowing me into and out of your mouth. It’s frustrating not having your hands to work with ‒ so all your attention is on your mouth. “Keep doing it like that for a while, you know how I like it.” In and out, in and out. Your mouth fucks my cock like a pussy. It’s a nice slow pace, which I am enjoying immensely. Looking down I am charged with erotic thoughts. I see your breasts, clamps hanging from the nipples; hands bound behind your head. The only contact between us is my cock and your mouth. Glancing to my left I can see us in the mirror, in silhouette. I can see me sliding into and out of your mouth, your head bobbing slowly up and down. I feel myself jerk ‒ almost cum ‒ and hold back the feeling. You felt my cock jerk in your mouth ‒ thought too that I might cum, but kept the same motion. “Don’t stop sucking, but look to the mirror” I say. You shift just a bit to see. I feel you tense as you see the erotic sight ‒ see yourself sucking. I begin talking. “Look at how sexy you are. Look how hard you made me. See my cock slide in and out of your mouth. Your mouth looks hungry ‒ you look hungry.” “Can you see your hands, cuffed behind your head? I can do anything I want to you. I can lick you, I can fuck you, I can stick my dick in your ass, I can sit here and let you keep sucking me. “ I can see that my words are having an effect on you. You are straining to see more, working hard not to let me out of your mouth, increasing your tempo. “Think about how you look right now. Excited. Sexy. Slutty. What would people think if they saw you this way?” “I’ll tell you what I think ‒ I think you’re hot. I think you like this ‒ being taken. Being teased. Being used. I think you’ve been waiting for someone to open up this part of you ‒ to throw you over their shoulder, drag you back to a cave, and treat you like the wanton woman you really are deep inside. Like a slut.” Your mouth tightens on me. “This is where you belong. Between my thighs with my cock in your mouth. Your place with me is to be tied the way I want so I can have you the way I want you.” I watch you, watching us. See your breasts bobbing in time with your head, imagining that the clamps are doing their magic. I wish for a moment that I’d put the clit clip on you ‒ so I could lick you and bring you to the edge of orgasm ‒ just before plunging into you. I think of games I could make up for us to play; games designed to get you and keep you excited. I think about the toys still in my bag. Reaching to my left I grab the riding crop. I shift it to my right hand; reach up to grab the links between the cuffs behind your head with my left hand. You pause your sucking as I move, not sure what is happening. Holding you head by your bound hands, I lift your head until just the head of my penis is in your mouth. I feel you swirl your tongue around the head, playing with it. You lightly graze the head with your teeth. SMACK ! The shock of the sound and the pain of the riding crop startles you ‒ and at the same time I pull your head down onto my cock ‒ filling your mouth with my manhood. Momentary fear grips you. The surprise and the shock of the smack unnerve you a bit. You feel your head being pulled back up…. Up the length of the shaft…. Until just the head is inside again. Your lips tease the head… tongue flicks it….. you purse your mouth to increase suction…. SMACK ! on the other cheek ‒ and again your head is forced down onto the cock ‒ almost choking you, but not quite. Again your head is brought up ‒ to the head ‒ and you begin to get the idea. SMACK ! in a new spot ‒ and your head is forced down again. Your mouth is filled. Tongue washes along the shaft. Then the upward trip ‒ hand still gripping the cuffs behind your head. Anticipation…… You wait…… then it comes SMACK ! It feels like your head pulls my hand down with it as you engulf my erection. You seem to shove yourself deeper than I did….. so I let go. Your head begins its own upward journey, nibbling along the shaft as you travel up it. Chewing o the head when you get there ‒ heavenly. It’s obvious that you are wanting to give me pleasure. You are testing me ‒ to see how much you can turn me on ‒ maybe make me cum. I look down at you ‒ see you mouthing the head, my shaft glistening with your juices. SMACK ! and your head goes down, taking me in…… then the slow journey back up. SMACK ! and again….. SMACK ! and again ‒ I fill you and you slaver on me as you rise. Picking up the tempo, the crop falls a bit faster. Smack.. Smack.. Smack.. Your head begins an up and down motion on my cock, fucking me with your mouth. Each time the crop strikes you take me in…… Smack.. Smack.. Smack.. I see the flesh on your ass becoming red again. I watch your face ‒ lost in the sensation ‒ in the emotion ‒ lost in the decadence of this behavior, being whipped and sucking. Giving yourself over to the overpowering notion that you are here to be used, to be enjoyed, to be taken, to give pleasure. Somehow the striking of the crop ‒ at first shocking and painful ‒ has become welcome and warm ‒ somehow an obscene motivation to thrust my hardness into your mouth. There was no making sense of it ‒ just a depraved erotic sense that the crop meant to suck …….. Smack… Smack.. Smack.. Watching your head bobbing up and down in time with the crop, seeing your ass anticipating each blow…. I feel my orgasm approach. Feel the build…… Slowly I pull your head away from me. I want to cum so bad ‒ but want to wait. There’s so much fun to be had. Damn you’re good. My hardness throbs with excitement ‒ feels ready to burst. End Part 3 Looking into your eyes as you stand ‒ I see a fire. An urgency. Standing before me, with me sitting on the bed ‒ my head was at waist level for you ‒ I watched you rise. Unsteady with hands still bound behind your head, your breasts bobble as you find your footing. The chain between the clips on your nipples sways back and forth. I had forgotten about the nipple clamps ‒ realize that your poor nipples must be sore from the constant pull of the chain as you bobbed your head up and down on me. It probably just added to the overall eroticism of the act ‒ was just another sensation that kept you going…… Reaching up ‒ I place a hand on each clamp, set to release them. You look down at my fingers apprehensively. Simultaneously I release them both, free your tender nipples. “Ohhhhhhh Myyyyyy Goooodddd……” Your exclamation is one of pain… the intense feeling of blood rushing back into your nipples ‒ the nerve endings suddenly alive after being deprived of nourishment. But more than pain ‒ it’s like intense stimulation ‒ like they are being stabbed and tickled at the same time ‒ from within. I watch them as they grow even harder ‒ fuller ‒ as they fill. Watch as you try to jerk your hands down to protect and rub them ‒ only to be held in place by the cuffs. You twist ‒ trying to find some sort of relief ‒ or stimulation ‒ you’re not sure what ‒ you just know that they hurt… or hunger… or tickle….. They need to be rubbed is the thought that flies through your mind. Reaching up I place a hand on each breast gently, lean forward and plant a single tender kiss on your belly. I think to myself how much I do enjoy the feeling of your breasts in my hands. Soft… full… smooth…. I feel you moving back and forth, rubbing the sensitive nipples against the palms of my hands. Feel the hard nubs across my skin. I am tempted to pinch them ‒ but hold off for now. Let them stay sensitive for a while with no external stimulus. Leaning back from you, I reach over and grab the ankle restraints. It only takes a moment to fasten them onto your ankles, the clasps hanging from them. Next I reach up to your elbows and lift them ‒ making it obvious that I want you to free your hands from behind your head. You do so, pulling free from behind your neck, blonde locks slipping through the cuffs. As you lower your arms you adjust for your breasts…. Causing them to be squeezed between your arms which are now bound together at the wrists in front of you. It’s a lovely sight, hands bound, breasts poking forward between your arms. A sweet vulnerability ‒ almost modest. Pulling you down onto the bed next to me, I grab the straps, bringing them close. Gently I lay you down on the bed on your back. Laying next to you, I move so that my erection (still protruding from my pants, and still very hard) lies against your thigh. We breathe together for a few moments. I watch the swell of your breasts between your arms, your nipples are less turgid, still very red….. Your breathing has returned to a normal rate. I am sure that arousal is still alive within you…. This rest is to give you time to relax, so we can begin the journey again. I am careful not to touch you, except for the feel of my erection against your hip. I look into your eyes, smile a bit, and say: “How are you doing?” You blush, turn away just a bit. “I’m doing good ‒ very good.” “I get the idea that it isn’t easy for you to talk about sex. Am I right?” “Yes, I guess it’s my upbringing. We used to get punished for even having thoughts like this, never mind actually doing it.” “Ok then ‒ here’s what the deal will be. With me you will be punished too. You will be punished every time you don’t do what I say. You will be punished every time you don’t do something the way I want you to do it. You will be punished every time you don’t answer a question I ask.” “Do you understand?” Looking at me meekly, you answer “Yes.” “The punishment will be painful. It won’t be like the stimulating taps I have provided so far. The punishment may be something even worse than painful ‒ it may be humiliating and embarrassing. Do you understand?” You nod your head “Yes” “Good.” I look down at you, lying naked on the bed, hands bound in front of you. “Spread your legs.” You do….. “Wider.” You obey. “Reach down and spread the lips of your pussy for me.” I watch you as you struggle, then see you comply with my wishes. The pink inner flesh is exposed. I consider taking some time to lick you ‒ then continue with my plan. “Play with yourself.” You start ‒ look at me. See that I am testing you ‒ a test you don’t want to fail this soon….. but to play with yourself in front of me ‒ somehow that seems naughtier than what has gone on so far….. after all…. You didn’t have much of a choice being tied up and all. But then ‒ you don’t have much of a choice now…….. I watch as you begin to stroke your labia. Run your fingers through the contours of the flesh you know so well. See you watching me…. A slight blush …… your hands continue their motions. “Keep doing that. Don’t cum until I tell you.” I prop myself on an elbow next to you, look down into your face. I idly reach out and caress a breast, toying with the nipple, draw circles on the skin. I move my erection tighter against your hip. “I’ll ask again, how are you doing?” Your hands continue their motion at your crotch. “I am hot. I am excited.” The words are just above a whisper. I lean closer to your ear. “What did you like best?” I watch for your response. I see you playing the events over in your mind…… “I, um….. uh……” Looking at me ‒ you stammer out a response. “I liked when you stuck it in me when I was bent over the dresses.” “When I stuck ‘what’ in you?” “Your….. erection….. Your cock.” The words rush out ‒ and it seems that a hurdle has been broken. Words seem to come a little easier. “I liked when you just bent me over and stuck it in me from behind ‒ there was nothing I could do but bend over and take it. And when you pulled it out I wanted to scream for you to put it back in.” I notice that your hands are increasing in movement at your crotch. “What else?” You quietly say “Watching myself in the mirror while I was sucking on you. It was hard to believe it was me. I did look nasty ‒ I looked like what you called me…… a…...” “A slut? Is that what you looked like?” Your hands move faster. You nod your head…. Close your eyes ‒ I think that you are re-living the moment, seeing yourself in the mirror again. Bending closer I whisper into your ear: “I liked when I was using the riding crop on you. I liked that you would suck me deep every time I hit you. I liked watching your ass turn red. I liked seeing you almost cum from a beating with a riding crop and my dick in your mouth.” Your hand is working feverishly at your crotch…. I can hear squishing sounds. “I guess that’s what someone is who gets turned on by sucking a dick and getting whipped at the same time…… a slut. A dirty naughty little girl who likes to be forced to do nasty things and be punished for them.” Moans escape from you ‒ eyes closed, hands at work in your sex. I sense that you are near an orgasm, but will not disobey me. Good ‒ this is where I want to start again….. End Part 4 Reaching down I pull your hands away from your sex. I feel the wetness on your fingers ‒ am tempted to dig my fingers into you ‒ resist the temptation. I consider a hogtie ‒ using the wax in the burning candle or have you finish me with your mouth or maybe use a vibrator until you beg me to stop. No….. Time to push your limits. Unsnapping the clasps on the wrist cuffs, I lift the knee nearest to me; pull your ankle toward you, tight up against your ass. It only takes a moment to connect the wrist cuff to the ankle restraint. You get the idea and bend the other knee to bring the ankle as close as you can ‒ I pull it the rest of the way and connect it. Your right wrist is now bound to your right ankle, and left to left. Lying on your back…. You realize that you really can’t get up without turning over. Not sure you could, even then. It doesn’t take a lot of effort to move you around on the slick bedspread. Your back slides along…. I place your head near the edge of the bed. I notice as I move you ‒ when your knees separate ‒ your pubic hair is wet and matted. Your fingers have done a good job. With your head at the edge of the bed ‒ I turn you over ‒ onto your stomach. The result is that now your knees must straighten out…… and as your ankles move away from your ass they pull your arms back behind you with them, away from your back. The motion forces you to arch your back, lifting your shoulders and head up away from the surface of the bed. As you adjust to the new position, head lifted up and back by your shoulders ‒ you are staring directly at my erection poking through my pants. I move forward ‒ you do not need to be told what to do ‒ hungrily take it into your mouth. I smile as you begin to use your lips and teeth in the ways I taught you. “I am going to take off my clothes. You will keep my cock in your mouth the entire time. Every time it comes out ‒ you will receive punishment. Do you understand?” You nod your head and suck it in deeper ‒ holding onto it the best you can. From this angle ‒ looking down at you ‒ I can see your wrists bound to your ankles. Your legs are separated a bit ‒ it looks like you are trying to keep some amount of leverage. Looking straight down I see my tube disappearing into your mouth. Your head is bobbing just a bit ‒ your grip on me is tight ‒ making sure not to lose me. Heavenly. My shirt comes off with no trouble. I take my time, enjoying the sensation. Throw it to the floor. Next is my belt. I make a big production of it….. drape it across your face… use it to lightly tap your back. I feel you clench. The shoes are an issue. I use one foot to pull the other off. The motion causes my cock to spring free ‒ out of reach for you……. I watch you squirm forward on your belly, grab it with your mouth again. “That’s ONE!” I say. You clench down tighter. OK, I admit it wasn’t fair, but I used the other sock as an excuse to make you lose me again ‒ just because I loved the frantic way you sought it out with your mouth. Such a nasty little girl ‒ working so hard just to get my hardness back in you. “That’s TWO !” My voice echoes in the quiet room. Pants unbuttoned, I let them fall to the floor. I pull out of your mouth ‒ you try to keep me in place, not knowing my intent was to free myself. I let you struggle a moment, then pull back. Dropping down to my knees I draw lose to your face. “You will only be punished for 2 things; is that far?” You nod your head. Once again it is easy to move you on the bedspread, turning you around so your head is away from the edge of the bed. Turning you on your side, I once again pull your ankles up toward your butt, but this time bring your knees up toward your chest. The result is a semi-fetal position, knees pulled up to your breasts, arms in front of you still bound to your ankles. Continuing the turning motion ‒ I pull you onto your belly, your knees propping you up. Your arms are pulled tight, toward your ankles, face buried into the mattress. Your ass is sticking up in the air, your head and shoulders are buried into the mattress…. You are unable to move at all. I smile as I sit next to you ‒ you feel the motion on the mattress, but can’t see me. I think it’s a pity that I can’t get to your tits like this ‒ but oh well, I will have them again later. Your ass is very available ‒ waiting for me. Reaching between your thighs _ motion for you to move them apart. You do. I get up off the bed and stand behind you. I see you, head facing away from me. Your legs spread ‒ ass sticking up in the air. I can see the puckered bud of your anus and the wet lips of your labia. I trace my fingers down the crevice of your ass ‒ hear you squeal. Walking over to the bag, I grab the butt plug, and return. Standing behind you, I approach and press the tip of my cock against your sex. Gently I rub up and down the length of your slit…. Using your juices to lubricate us. I watch as you try to move back ‒ to impale yourself on me. I continue to tease you with the rubbing motion. As I tease you with my erection, I lick a finger, and then reach down with it to your anus. I feel you jerk when I make contact, but then settle back into the rubbing motion between me and your pussy. Circling your anus with the tip of my finger ‒ I gently tease the sensitive nerve endings there ‒ moving my finger in concert with my dick. I feel your juices flowing, covering the head of my erection. Probing the tight opening with my finger ‒ I apply pressure.” “Oh God, Noooo….” I hear you say. “Not there.” I keep up the pressure, feel it start to slip inside. Twist it back and forth a bit. Keep up the motion between my cock and your labia and clit. “Pushing a little more with my finger ‒ the first knuckle enters you.” “Oh My! Please ‒ no, not there.” I am listening for the safe word. You know that is the only thing that will stop me. I can sense that you want to protest ‒ heed some long ago taboo ‒ yet be forced to go against those old beliefs. “Oh please…… That’s so nasty.” The finger probes deeper. Another knuckle. I twist the finger ‒ bringing maximum contact with the sensitive nerve endings in your ass. Slowly I begin a gentle in and out motion. It seems that you are actually moving your ass back against my finger ‒ bringing your clit in direct contact with the head of my hardness. All the while moaning ‒ and quietly protesting. Moving my erection up just a bit ‒ it slides into your vagina, filling you. I stop with it completely imbedded ‒ feel your inner muscles clutching at me inside you. The slowly, I draw it all the way out. I know that the momentary sense of fullness will make you feel empty now. Removing my finger from your ass, I pick up the butt plug. I lick it for lubrication, and place it at your nether hole. Slowly I begin to push, twisting it so it slides in easier. The impalement startles you. Immediately you clench your ass tight, so I wait for you to relax again, slowly teasing it…… When I feel you relaxed ‒ I slide it in another half inch. Because it is thicker than my finger ‒ you fight it, then relax, then fight it again. I am patient…… You are excited. Amid your protests I hear passion….. I hear submission….. I hear wanton exuberance. Finally it pops into place. Having a contour to keep it imbedded and a base to keep it from slipping all the way in ‒ it is securely within you. I watch you wag your ass back and forth, testing it. I know you feel full back there ‒ a foreign fullness that is uncomfortable at the moment ‒ but will be natural ‒ even enjoyed, in just a few minutes. Giving you time to get used to it; I reach down between your thighs and begin to play with your wet pussy. I smile to myself, thinking about what will come next. End of Part 5 Your juices flow over my hand. Hunched over like you are, your ass sticking into the air, your knees widely spread, I have full access to your wet pussy. I hear my fingers squishing around ‒ slip a finger into you ‒ twist it around ‒ pull it out, and replace it with two. I know there is some discomfort in the position, your weight forcing your head and shoulders into the mattress….. unable to move at all…… and I know that your attention is drawn to my hand working its magic with your sensitive flesh. My fingers find the nub of your engorged clitoris. I stroke it back and forth….. grasp it and apply pressure. A groan escapes from you. A bit tighter pinch…. Then stroking…. And I let your clit free. Turning, I walk to the bag, pull out a tube of lubricant ‒ and rummage through the bag ‒ finding a vibrator. Glancing over my shoulder I watch you, ass in the air, red plastic plug protruding from your anus. Because your head is turned the other direction you can’t see me ‒ so I make some rustling noises ‒ just to draw your attention ‒ make you wonder what is going on. Returning to you, I set the new items next to you…. And pick up the riding crop. Standing directly behind you ‒ I move forward…… easing the head of my hard cock against the lips of your sex. The initial contact startles you ‒ but immediately you push back… trying to force me into you. I tease a bit, just letting the head pop into you….. pulling back so you can’t have any more ‒ even as you try to push back. The slowly I allow you to ease back onto me. I watch as you struggle to push yourself backward ‒ slowly enveloping me. You feel tighter to me than before ‒ the butt plug in your ass pushes against me from within you. You feel the fullness ‒ fuller than you have ever felt before ‒ my hardness rubbing against the plug through the thin membrane of your inner tissues. The plug feels pleasant now, you have stretched and become accustomed to it. I stand still ‒ give you some time to feel the sensations. But you can’t be still ‒ the sensations demand that you respond ‒ your body acts on its own….. Beginning a rocking motion that causes an in-and-out pumping motion of me in you. I stand and watch as my hardness slips in and out of you- as you rock back and forth on me. In and out…. In and out…. Your tempo begins to increase. Reaching down I grab your hips with my hands and pull you back to me ‒ push you out ‒ pull you back ‒ controlling the fucking motion. I increase the motion, pulling you back harder against me ‒ pulling you out to the very tip of my head ‒ then pulling you back in one long motion. I feel me rubbing against the plug inside you. Feel your inner muscles clutching at me. A sound escapes from you “Oh Fuck!” I smile, it’s the first I have heard you swear. “Oh Fuck ‒ Please don’t stop !” “Oh… Oh… Oh…” Your voice ‒ hearing your excitement ‒ excites me. Having this control ‒ using you as I wish ‒ feeling your body respond to me….. I feel my own orgasm approaching. “Oh… Oh… Oh….” Your voice is becoming louder ‒ more urgent. I step up the fucking motion ‒ in and out ‒ begin to slam my body into you. Every time I drive myself home into you I come in contact with the base of the butt plug ‒ causing it to jerk inside you ‒ creating new sensations on top of all that you are feeling. Slam…. I hear the sound of my flesh slapping against your buttocks. Slam….. You moan… Slam…… “Oh Fuck….” Slam…….. This time I pull out……. “You asshole ‒ put it back in me ! I need it !” I smile ‒ reach out and begin to play with your sloppy-wet sex with my hand. Your hips gyrate seeking stimulation. “Such words from my little slut” I say. “You’re not in any position to tell me what to do.” I increase the tempo of my hands; glance down at the wetness on my cock. “You let me slip out if your mouth twice. You still need to be punished.” I swear I feel you get wetter ‒ probably my imagination ‒ but my words do seem to have an effect. “For punishment here’s what I am going to do….” I pause…. Feel you working your hot wetness against my hand. “I am going to use the riding crop on you ‒ once for each infraction. Hard.” My hand continues. “Then I am going to fuck you in the ass.” “Oh No ! Not there. I… I…. I…. can’t” “You don’t have any choice. In the ass.” “No… no…. please.” I listen for the safe word ‒ it doesn’t come. Standing beside you, I place the riding crop against your right ass cheek. I use the other hand to reach down and jiggle the butt plug. You moan. I swing the crop quickly over your head, creating a swishing sound |
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