chyanna
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From: stafford, England
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I have probably put this in the wrong catagory knowing me!!
She walked in the bar where they were to meet for the first time. She was very nervous, but anxious. She ordered a screwdriver and patiently waited. It seemed like an eternity. He had seen her come in and was biding his time watching her. She seemed attractive enough, wearing a mini-skirt and cotton top as he had requested. He wondered if she had followed all of his directions and then he saw a glimpse of skin above the stockings where her skirt had slid up slightly. She pulled her skirt down as she readjusted herself on the barstool.
He walked over to her, lightly touching the back of her neck, just enough to let her know he was there. He sat beside her. She, never looking directly at him, felt her heart beat rising. His hand touched her leg, sliding the skirt just where he could feel her garter. She started to pull it back down again, but he commanded her to leave it. "Let's go," he said. He picked up her bag and walked behind her directing her to his car. "Get in," he said and opened the door for her. He got in the driver's seat, looked her over from top to bottom, took both of his hands and pulled her skirt up until he could faintly see the light compression of hair between her legs. Again, she started to pull it down. His grip was strong on her wrist and she subdued to him.
They came to a house and she followed him inside. He took her bag into another room, but she did not follow. Unsure of what to do next, she stood motionless. He asked if she wanted a drink. She did. He took her to the kitchen. She was going to pull up her stockings, but he grabbed both wrists and held them behind her back, looking straight into her eyes. He told her she was to do nothing unless he commanded her to. He held both of her hands with one of his and his other hand slid between her thighs. He told her to spread her legs and she obeyed. She was indeed wet. He smiled and let go of her. He gave her a drink and led her to the bedroom. She seemed uncomfortable and he told her to sit, pointing toward the bed. She saw the chains at the top of the bed and didn't move. He took her by the arms and sat her down, saying to her that she didn't listen very well. He spread her legs apart, sliding the skirt up, stood back and looked. "Take off your skirt and your shirt." She slowly pulled her skirt down and pulled the shirt over her head. He told her to turn around. She obeyed. Her heart was pounding, her breath quickened. He could see her chest move with each breath. He told her to lie down. She looked again at the shackles. She stood. He proceeded to assist her, but she shook her head and tried to resist. Taking one of her hands, he went behind her. He pushed her face down on to the bed held her hand behind her. His hand slid over her clit putting pressure against it and warned her against fighting him. He let go of her. She was on her knees and her body was flat against the bed. Her hands still lay beside her where he had let go of them.
...She pushed up on her hands and he directed her not to move again. He put restraints on each ankle and hooked them to the bed. She could not move her ankles very much, but her hands were still free. He took a silk blindfold out and covered her eyes with it. She took it off and immediately a sting rang through her back and echoed in her head. It happened again and again. He touched her face. "I told you not to fight me. You will do as you are told." He moved his hand between her legs, sliding each finger up and down her clit. First it was gentle, then gradually he increased the intensity and momentum. Her breath turned rapid and her body began to move with his designations. She was so close, if he would just... She grabbed his hand. She wanted his fingers to enter her pussy. His fingers slid once then pulled completely away. She sighed and begged him, "please". Once again the crash of the whip came down upon her back. She stood up on her knees. It came again. She reached between her legs- she needed to cum; she was going to cum. He grabbed her wrists and hooked them to the bed. He whipped her again and again. Whelps were coming up on her back and she grunted with each delivery. He stopped. All was quiet. She didn't know where he was or what he was doing.
...One wrist was released. Her bra was unfastened and slid down the arm that was still restrained. He secured her once again. And all was quiet. Something cold, wet on her back. It ran down the center of her back and around her sides to the tips of her nipples. He slid his hand under her, pulling hard on each nipple and covering her breasts with the slippery fluid. His fingers played games on her skin, jumping from place to place. Each touch unexpected, the oil making its way over her back. He unfastened a stocking, then the garter belt, pulling each stocking to the ankle. He slid his hands up her calves, between her thighs- teasing her clit, and continuing over her ass and to her back. He grabbed her by the hair, pulling her head back. â€Do you like this?†- faintly “yes†The whip came hard on her- a slight scream escaped her lips. She could feel the tails of the whip gently brushing from ass to thigh to pussy and back to her back. The muscles of her pussy quivered at the thought of all of this. He ran the whip over her again, noticing how her hips moved so that the whip would touch in exactly the right spot. He decided to use her willingness and he slid the whip just until she was fully extended, then stung her with it. She felt it. The sting led from just above her clit to her asshole. Immediately she pulled away, but gently set herself into the same position again. “You are very bad!†He moved away from her, she heard him. Something else cool. He slid it up and down her back. He took it down to her pussy and slid the head in. Realizing what it was, she pushed against it. It had been such a long journey; surely he would allow her to cum now. He pulled away. “Easy,-- girl†He slid it in her slowly, making every curve of the massive dildo be known to her. She was easy at first, but tried to push harder and faster. He thrashed her hard. Her back stung, the intensity mounting with the intensity of being fucked and she slammed against him. Screams of ecstasy filled the house; her moans gradually came to a stop and she collapsed on the bed.
He unfastened her, took off the blindfold, and gave her ice water. She lied motionless for a while. It felt good to be on her back...
He gently took each wrist and tied them again to the posts. She was still quite tired and didn’t care to fight. He placed the silk over her face. Her breasts were still moist from the oil. He rubbed what was left into her stomach and shoulders. His hands were warm and relaxing. He left her alone for a moment. Watching her movements, he pulled his cock out and began stroking it. She waited. Her body was still aroused and her hips moved so that she could feel her lips rub against each other. It was the only sensation she could create in the position she was in. He continued to watch, taking his own pleasure from the situation. She was beginning to relax again. He grabbed the matches and lit the candles. She smelled the burning of the matches and the scent of the candles. He sat beside her, following the curves of her body with the whip. She had tensed initially, but was soon able to enjoy the sensations. He took the handle of the whip and pressed it against her clit, ever so slightly and gently sliding it up and down. His hand, slippery with oil, replaced the whip as it made its way up her stomach. He slid his fingers up and down, in and out, covering every region of her. It was erratic, no part was designated as “nextâ€. She was in another world, her body moving to catch his manipulations. Finally his hands went with her body, sliding the full length, pussy to clit. She controlled the pressure and speed by her body movements. Faster and faster...He saw that she was almost out of control, her orgasm was coming. She begged him “please!†..â€Please what?..†..â€Please make me cum, please..please...†..Until only her mouth moved without a sound coming out. He dove into her, deep, massaging inside her. The walls caved in on his fingers, spasms never-ending. She screamed, fighting the binds that were holding her down. She was ready to tear him apart. It was best that she was tied. He slowly pulled his fingers out- he could feel each muscle inside her tighten, trying to hold him in. “You have been very, very bad.†He covered her face once again. She felt the warmth of him next to her. A couple of his fingers ran just behind her ear, down her neck, across the indentations of her collar bone, and to her chest. He played with her nipples, pulling and, rather hard, pinching. She wondered if she could take any more..she was exhausted..but parts of her body still reacted. He placed a candle on her sternum, between her breasts; she knew what it was. She heard the ice from the water he had brought earlier. One drop of water fell to her chest and she jumped. He picked the candle up and created a “path†for the wax so that it would only drip as he wanted it to. He allowed a few drops to hit her sternum and she gasped....A few more hot drops towards her belly button. Her stomach caved in. He touched her downy hair with his hand and she jumped, gasping once again. His hand was warm on her breast as he held it, drop, drop, drop, hot around her nipple. Then cold. She felt the sting, the heat of the wax, and as it approached her nipple, the tension built...And then it hit. The cold that can only come from ice. It dripped down the side of her breast and into the sheets. He toyed with her, bringing tensions up, intensity up. She felt her skin get hotter and hotter and then he would relieve her, sliding the ice around the hardened wax on her flushed skin.
He moved his way down across her waist, and then brought the pleasure/pain to her other breast. She made small noises with each drop. He wondered just how far he could take it. She did too. "Spread your legs" She did not... The thrash of the whip upon her legs, had she forgotten? Her legs opened, but they slightly closed once again and he was not pleased. The harsh sting hit on her inner thigh. “Yes, sire," she thought and spread them wide. She felt the cold of the ice dripping in her hair and on her clit. The sensation was extreme. She knew he still had the hot wax, but where and when... ...right outside of her hairline the pain- the heated sting encompassed her. He touched her pussy, sliding his fingers in and out. She moaned at his touch. Heat and pain struck her inner thigh causing her to jerk and he thrust his fingers in her. The wax again, only closer to her clit- how close is it? And then she knew. The next drop touched the very top, not quite entering the fragile area- she knew because there was no hair to stop it from hitting bare skin. Her attention was drawn back to her pussy when she felt the cold of the ice entering her. She began to pull away, but the cold was followed and invaded with the dildo. He slid the ice over her upper body, fucking her hard with the dildo and brought her to another orgasm. Only this time, it was silent. Exhaustion set in. He untied her for the last time. He pulled his cock out, ready to satisfy his own needs. She reached over feeling his hard cock and began to slide her hands across his length. She got the oil and held firm to him watching as his pleasure increased. Building up the tension she could see his veins throughout his skin. Deep strong motions, she saw it coming, the look on his face, the tension in his legs and arms. His cock swelled in her hands and then he exploded. She rubbed his cum on her chest where it had landed. He took her hand and led her to the shower, and bathed her. She brushed her hair as he cleaned up. They slept. He took her back to the bar to get her car... after that... ???
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