David’s Kinky BDSM Trip
From the plane he came out all dressed in black as instructed, the carry on his only luggage, also as instructed for his trip. We head out to the car and I handed him a small package. As he opened it a smile spreads on his face. I then handed him a gift bag from which he pulled out a black and red blindfold. ” I will tell you the time for each”.
As we fly down the highway David tells me about his flight and how he managed to get out of Las Vegas without his family knowing. A few times he asks where we are heading, but I don’t say quite yet. I tell him it’s time to put on the blindfold and to hand me the other gift. We pull into the driveway a few minutes later and I wait until the garage door is closed before allowing him to remove the blindfold.
Into the house and up the stairs we go. David is told to strip and he does.
“You will now watch a short video and while doing so there will be now moving or touching yourself. Understood?”
“Yes, Ma’am”
I take the clothes he just removed and leave the room just as the preset sceen comes on.
The sound off the video driffs downstairs as I get the bedroom ready. Upstairs, David is watching a man getting an over the knee spanking and getting harder by the minute.
When the video is over I go back up and kneel between his legs and run my nails down his chest, followed by my tongue. I circle around his nipples and gently tug on them with my teeth. While the focus is on the left nipple I open the jaws of the alligator clip I took from the small package. As it bites down on the right nipple I also bite the left to hold him in place. The hiss David gave only serves to stir my blood and I make sure not to be so gentle on the next clamp. I give a tug on the chain that connects them and he rose up immediatly.
Down the stairs and into the bedroom he is pulled. David’s eyes got huge when he saw what was waiting for him.
While waiting for his plane trip on Sunday, David stood leaning on a pillar. A lady motions him to the seat across from her. ” You are certainly welcome to sit, young man” she tells him.
“No thanks, Ma’am, I’ll be sitting soon enough” His mind driffs back to the days prior and he could still feel the slash of the crop coming down over and over. His backside already burning from the paddle used before. The delicious pain as my tongue traced over the rising welts from one end to the other. The tickle of my hair as I moved side to side to make sure the pattern and coloring were just right.
His smile grew wider as a slight movement pulls his shirt over nipples that up until just a half hour ago had clamps bitting into them. He remembers the my gentle touch in removing them then the pain rush in as blood returns to the tortured area. David’s row is called for boarding but he waits a bit longer. Anything to delay the uncomfortable feeling he had on the ride to the airport. The jeans he has on are so rough on his abused ass, if only he had been allowed underwear for the little padding it would have given. Oh well, he asked for it and he got it.
