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You walk up to my front door, which I open before you knock. You're right on time. You remain silent, as I've instructed. I have no need to speak yet. You can hear your heart pounding, wondering if I can hear it as well. As you step inside, I can see the pulse throbbing in your neck. I know. You are startled as I slam the door loudly behind you, and then you hear the distinct click of the lock. We're alone.
I place my hand in the small of your back and guide you to the master bedroom. The afternoon sun shines through the high windows onto my large bed, glinting off the heavy brass bedposts. You draw a deep nervous breath at the sight of the implements laid out there - an assortment of lashes, whips, floggers, straps, paddles. (There is a towel covering some other objects. What might they be?) We've discussed limits. We know where this is leading.
"Strip, now." You don't hesitate. Is there already a slight glistening between your trembling legs? I'll have to deal with that, but not just yet. I draw a line down your naked spine with my fingernail, and you try to contain a spasm while uttering an unintelligible "mrmph." I lean into your ear. "Hush, now. Sounds are for later, with the screaming." I gesture toward the instruments on the sunlit bed. "Pick one, my pet, and we'll begin."
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She comes into my apartment knowing her instructions. "When you come out of the bathroom, know that I'll cut or rip off whatever you're wearing, except for your slutty shoes." She comes out wearing a tight T-shirt, panties, and the high heels I like. I smile, kiss her, and then grab her by the hair and spank her. Before her pounding pulse can return to normal, I've got her in my leather cuffs and collar, hands snap-bolted behind, ankles snap-bolted together. She looks at me hungrily, and I blindfold her. I shove her up against the wall facing me, kiss her roughly, and then whip her lightly. I rip open her T-shirt and tease her breasts slooowly. Then I snap a leash to her collar and drag her quickly into the other room, she's hopping to keep up. I put her on a wooden chair whose seat I've removed for better access, and I strap her wrists to the vertical rear posts, spread her legs over the sides and strap her ankles to the rear posts as well.
I take 3 wide leather belts and strap her waist, lower chest, and upper chest to the back of the chair. I then take my finger and my electric toothbrush and alternate how I tease her through her panties, mixed with my mouth on her breast and a tickling finger down her back. The first orgasm will be a slow and fast and slow rollercoaster ride of pleasure and frustration and moaning until I'm ready to let her come. She know that she had better say "thank you" each time, or she'll be punished. She knows that I like begging and don't like swearing. My vibrators, lubricant, rope, ice-cold water bottle, and other toys are already arranged on the nearby table. The evening has only just begun....
That's just a portion of last Friday night with a lovely, feisty, willing woman with whom I've built the trust and communication over time, and who enjoys putting herself in my hands.
straight, poly, kinky, childfree |
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| Age: 27 |
| NYC,
New York |
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