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on: October 23, 2019, 03:56:36 PM
TOTALLY MY







I was still amazed at your pride. You had erred, I remembered you with a stern voice, and you smiled, a mixture of fear and determination. Your hands are held, your legs separated in a perfect triangle, with your buttocks offered to me. Your mistake would cost you dearly. I was to teach you, for your sake and mine, not to raise your voice to me. Never.



I remember, seeing you naked, the day you gave yourself to me.  Your beautiful cat's eyes shone with desire and anticipation, you didn't think I could tame you, and so you let me know. And I, smiling, told you that you would be mine. No limits. No barriers. Totally mine. My slave. And you also smiled, as you smile now, defying me.



I bring my hands closer to your beautiful face and I caress you, gently lifting your face so that you can look me in the eyes. You say nothing. Neither do I. In silence, your gaze tempts me to untie you and take you gently, but you deserve a punishment, and so I let you know. I bow gently, caressing your white skin, and you shake, the excitement has returned to prey on you. Your eyes follow the way of my hands, and you discover, in fear, the whip at your feet. You look at me, almost begging... so beautiful, so feminine... With a slight push I turn you, now you are with your back to me. I caress your back, naked buttocks, legs, with the whip, and hear your moans of animal cornered, confused and fearful. I pick up the rope that suspends your arms and pull a little more, making you completely stretched, standing, touching the ground only with the tip of your feet.



I bring my body closer to yours. My cock trapped in my pants longs to separate your buttocks and possess you, make you mine. But that has to wait. I show you what I have in my hands. You tremble. You know it, and perhaps that makes you fear it more. The touch of the cold metal in your body makes you beg quietly, but you remain silent before my order of silence. A steel clamp closes over your dark nipple. Your body convulses, tense, wishing to escape such sharp pain. At once, without letting you barely breathe, I place the other in the other chest. You shout with your mouth closed, in a stubborn attempt to challenge me, to preserve some of your pride. But you still do not know what awaits you.  Something hangs from the chain that connects your nipples, something you can't see. Suddenly you feel my hand in your sex. It's wet, despite the pain. Your body betrays you, beautiful, and I see how you react to my caresses. Suddenly, and without warning, a third clamp closes on your offered clitoris, tightening the chain that joins it to your nipples. At the same time, I dip two fingers in your pussy waxed and soft, and you do not know whether to shout of pain or pleasure. I'm playing with you, you can not see me, and yet you feel my fingers fucking you, which upset you, drive you crazy. You beg more, more, almost ordering it to me. Pulling the chains, giving you back the pain, reminding you who is in charge. Reminding you of your condition as a slave.



I didn't tell you, I don't know if I will ever do it, but I profess to you a deep love that was born thanks to your surrender, I stop my fingers, I feel your pussy palpitate in search of the longed for orgasm. I decide to grant it to you, and I imprint on my fingers another cadence, penetrating you faster and faster, more deeply, until your whole body shudders and you shout, from the bottom of your soul, that you are my slave. I let you enjoy. Your body is gradually lax, relaxed, and hung from your hands. I pick up the whip, because the time for your punishment has come. You see it in my hands. Your look, before pleasure, now reflects fear.  I slide it through your pussy, soft, wetting it. Then, slowly, I raise it towards your mouth, forcing you to open it, fucking your mouth with the improvised dildo.



I abandon you for a while, with the whip in my mouth, while I go to get a glass of wine. I let your imagination think about what awaits you.  I'll be back. Slowly, I spill wine on your back, it's cold, and your sweaty body shudders at the contact of the liquid red. I lick your back, it is not a matter of wasting such a coveted treasure. And, at the same time, I pick up the whip from your mouth. Well, slave, you have not let it fall. But that will not minimize your punishment.



I separate myself a few steps from you, and you try to turn to see me, although a sharp order makes you desist. You hear the whip whistle, but you don't feel it. You are surprised. Your confusion increases, and suddenly you feel the bite of the leather on your white skin. I take you by the hair, throwing your head back, and command you to count the lashes. If you lose count, we'll start over. And you count. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. I stop and caress your buttocks, already a little red. Six. Seven. I feel you lose your breath every time you feel the punishment. Eight. Nine. Ten. Your body is already red, bathed in sweat, but you're not asking me to stop.



You have been well trained, and you know you deserve it. Eleven. Twelve.  Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. I put my left hand close to your pussy, and your female juices spill over me, and your eyes fill with tears. The first time I punished you they were painful, now they are thankful. Sixteen.  Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Crying, you ask me, you beg my forgiveness. Are you sorry enough for your bad behavior? I don't think so. Two more. Twenty-one. Twenty-two. Your buttocks are beautiful, your body is sensitized by the bite of the leather, hot by the punishment received.  You barely emit a slight whimper when I remove the tweezers from your nipples and clitoris, and proceed to let go of your hands. I loosen the strings, and your beautiful legs bend. You fall to your knees before me, and kissing my feet, you thank me for the punishment. My beautiful slave... I help you to get up, and as you don't hold on, I lift you up in my arms and take you to bed whispering sweet words that make you break into sobs, heartbroken and in love. There I lay you down and I let go of your last straps, so that, when I cover your body with mine, you can caress me, feel my skin, and I can heal your wounds with kisses.


 

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