Reading Time: 7minutes I continued to struggle. At that, he blindfolds me. I feel a slap of leather on my rear but it is not excruciating. He slaps at me a few more times in the same fashion.
Lying across the bed kissing, my thoughts are of nothing beyond how good it feels to have him near. Oh! How romantic the day has been for it was filled with flowers, soft music and his tender caress. The warm bubble bath could not have been more relaxing. The scented soap he bathed me with was like a hint of flower but not perfumed enough to make me turn away. The care he took in washing and rinsing every hair on my head was so considerate. Now pulling away from me as I lay stretched out on the bed so he can as he says… absorb me in his personal history. What a terrific man! No one in the world could be more romantic. I have never had anyone give me so much unsought attention.
Taking note of my uneasiness he stops his gaze on my body and comes back to lie beside me. He begins to sit with one leg on each side of my body as he gives me a chest massage and then holds my arms down while he gives me a deep passionate kiss. It astounds me as my breath begins to leave my body. My nipples begin to harden with his light touch. He gives a hand gesture and then lifts one leg off me so that I can easily turn over. He puts several pillows under my stomach to give me as he says… the right angle for a good massage. My body melts under his experienced hands as he massages my entire back and shoulders. I can feel his masculinity slightly pushing into my backside. Laying over me, yet not depositing an uncomfortable amount of pressure, he seems to be hovering. He stretches his arms the length of mine and past the tips of my fingers. Having no concept of what is going through his mind, I relish the feeling of total bliss.
He comes off me in an odd rush. I start up wanting to find out what is wrong only to realize my hands will not move. Before my brain can catch up to what is happening my ankles are also bound to the bed. I begin to scream for help but no one comes. He tells me several times to be quiet but I can not. My world is changing before me. This man is not the same romantic man I just spent the day with. So many questions flood my mind. I lay struggling against the ropes of my capture and protest as loud as I can. All I can render are little whimpers after he brutally forces something into my mouth.
He looks into my eyes and explains to me, in such a caring manner, about desires and needs. He tells me, which I do not believe, that after he is done I will thank him for everything. I continued to struggle. At that, he blindfolds me. I feel a slap of leather on my rear but it is not excruciating. He slaps at me a few more times in the same fashion. Each time it shocks me into shifting away from the offense. He tells me to lay still in a deep yet soft voice. The slaps begin to get harder and more frequent. I know my ass must be ruby red now. He finally stops and begins rubbing the soreness. He is not saying a word. All at once, the spankings continue on my bare bottom more severe than before. He beats the back of my legs as well as my buttocks. I let out a few whimpers. He stops again and rubs where he has beaten but this time his fingers slide over my ass and into my womanly opening. I can hear the wet noises his fingers make with their intrusion. Over my top lip and slightly touching my nostrils, his wet fingers are brought to my face. “That wetness is why I am doing this. I am not doing anything to you but everything for you.” He says before continuing my spanking. He spanks me several more times and after each time, he puts my juices on my lips or his own. Savoring my taste yet sharing so I will also know what it is he is doing to me. I want him to stop spanking me while he is. However, I am almost to the point of begging him not to stop when he isn’t.
My legs are saturated with my own juices. He runs his hand under my chest and places something on my nipples. I can not fathom what it could be. I hear a little clicking sound, somewhat like a chain, my nipples are pinched and then pulled. It is a bit painful but still it seems to excite me. He grabs me by the back of my hair and puts something around my neck. Again, I hear a chain. However, this chain seems to be bigger and heavier. Still questioning what it is he is doing to me, I lay still trying to figure it out. He lets go off my hair and tightens the object around my neck. I begin to gasp for breath and he loosens it a bit but still it is tight. Realizing every breath, I take and every twitch of my body, it is hard for me not to notice my juices are flowing between my legs more than they ever have before.
The spankings start again and this time they include my inner thigh. Feeling vulgar at my lack of bodily control, I hear his voice in my ear. “I do this for you because you need it. I do this for me because I enjoy it. You lay with your reddened ass in the air waiting for me to enter. With this collar and heavy leash you know you have no way to move. You have no options so you might as well just lie still and enjoy the stimulation I give you. ” Hearing his words, anger comes over me. Not sure if my animosity is for his words, his actions, or my obscene behavior. I contemplate what this mad man’s next move might be. Just as I had never met such a romantic man, I have never met such a crazed one. There can be no telling what he will do next. Feeling his breath on my bottom, I fear what will be coming. His hands spread my ass cheeks apart and his tongue slips in between them and then down to my wet opening. I am furious with his invasion on my private parts. Thinking about how upset I am over this I do not realize my need for him to keep up the stroking. I find my body begins to betray me as it pulls up to get the attention his tongue is freely giving. He licks me up and down from one end to the other of my split. No one has ever treated me in such an immoral way. Just as my body is about to give everything away, he stops. He comes to my ear again and whispers, “I stopped for your sake for I know such an uptown lady would never allow her body to give way in that manner without properly punishing it.”
The thrashing across my already red ass is more than I can stand. He seems to give it all he has and then musters some strength from the devil. Tears stream down my face as welts rise on my ass from his belt. My sobs are growing louder as he makes a hushing sound in my ear. “You can thank me for that later.” Again the spankings continue. His hands are in and out of me as if I am his own personal playground. My body begins to obey his touch without my consent. I begin to feel like a crazy woman wanting one thing in my mind yet my body is listening to someone else. I start to question if it is truly listening to someone else or if this is what I in fact want. Every sensation he is giving me is so clear that I become desperate for it. He spanks me repeatedly and the sobs come again. Feeling his hands on the cheeks of my ass, I hear him say, “This is just for me”. He slides his cock over my ass and slips it right into my pussy without any trouble what so ever. His thrusts are hard and fast. He has no consideration for my wants, my desires, let alone me. Nevertheless, for some reason, I try to meet every one of his thrusts with my own. Hard for me to do although I strive to accommodate him.
He pulls his sloppy wet dick out of me and comes to stand by my head. I lay still trying to clear my head but I can not. He has my mind in some other place. I want to be furious with him. I want to hate him. Unfortunately, I can not, for I want him, desire him, and more than anything I need him. I want to do something for him, somehow to serve him. I want to let him know I appreciate what he is doing for me. I can’t do that either. I must lie here in my muffled state and endure whatever he sees fit to do to or for me. He releases me from all of my bindings and takes all devices off me. He tells me to get on my knees in front of him and take his manhood into my mouth. Without a word, I take to the floor. The pain in my ass and joints tries to get the best of me but I fight against it. I hold him gently in my hand and then open my mouth to take all of him in. I lick and suck as much as I can up and down his shaft and then up to the head. I go down to sit under him so I can take his balls in one at a time and give them the attention they deserve. I lick all the way back up and as I do, I taste his precum. It drives me wild. I cannot help but to get a bit more brazen on my energetic search of his manhood. He makes up for everything by shooting his whole load into my mouth and letting me drink every drop. I continue to clean him up while thanking him for letting me and all that he has done for me.
Yes, I say for me because I have never felt so wonderfully excited in my life. He has shown me things I never knew about myself. I know I can no longer live without what he has granted me. He tells me he is done with me if I wish to leave. I can think of nothing other than how much I want to linger in this bliss. “Please let me stay,” I beg.”You may, as long as you understand you will receive the same treatment daily at what ever time I choose.” Back on my knees I went, kissing his feet, and thanking him for his generosity.
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