Showing posts with label Flogging. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Flogging. Show all posts

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Only if you're good (Pt. 1)


I lay still, and wait. Sir had just finished restraining me. "Keep your legs open or I will tie them apart." he said just before putting earplugs on underneath my blindfold. My legs spread apart; open, keeping nothing from him. I feel Sir's hands cover my breasts. Softly caressing, alternating between pinching, licking and biting my nipples. It feels so good, I arch my body involuntarily towards him. A trail of kisses go down my torso, stopping just at my left hipbone; nipping at it lightly, teasingly with his teeth. I shiver and try to move my body away from his invading mouth...he knew exactly which buttons to push. I was afraid that I would come right then and there and our game would stop.

I feel one hand on my face, the other lightly beginning to stroke my pussy. I sigh and bite my lip. He slaps my face and starts to spank my pussy. I try to squirm away, but one of Sir's hands tries to keep me still while the another continues to slap. "I'm gonna come soon, Sir. Please let me come." I beg. I couldn't quite hear a response. Instead I awaited my fate.

The slapping stopped. Sir's fingers slowly, teasingly start to play with my clit as a leather riding crop glids down my breasts, down my stomach, past the slit of my aching pussy. Filled with embarrassment and anticipation, I could feel myself starting to get even wetter. Sir places his fingers in from of my face to make me aware of just how much I was a dirty little pain slut. Embarrassed, I try to turn away but he forces his fingers into my mouth which I lick and suck hungrily. Removing them from my mouth, the sound of leather hitting skin fills the air. Once, twice, the act repeated; I've lost count. I grit my teeth and couldn't take it anymore. I didn't know if I was close to coming or if I was just in that much pain. "Please stop." I say quietly, feeling the beginnings of welts on my thighs, shaking. A few more from the crop and that stops as well. Breathing hard, barely cohesive, lost in pleasure, I hope that Sir had plans to fuck me or at least let me come soon...

Sunday, April 24, 2011

There's nothing hotter than a man in a suit.




I'm wearing the corset and matching thong that you purchased for me last week. Thigh highs, black heels, and collar;as you instructed, waiting just for you. You just came home, pinstripe buisness suit, dress shirt and tie. You pull me towards you and I can feel your hard member pressed against the fabric of your pants. You know that I'm dripping wet from edging; switching between wearing my butt plug and vibrating egg to work; asking me to send photos for proof. I haven't been able to come in close to 2 weeks. I look into your eyes and tug at your tie. You take my hand away and completely unknot your tie and slip in over my eyes. You spin me around and whisper "Bend over and grab your ankles, pet." I do as you ask, my ass in the air, embarrassed and waiting as I hear your footsteps depart and return. I hear you chuckle softly, leash in one hand, riding crop in the other.


"Are you ready, pet?"