shibari: bondage erótico japonés

How deep is the rabbit hole - Chapter 4

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Creado en Martes, 06 Septiembre 2011 15:37

Chapter 4We met directly at the hotel, and after picking the room, we moved in.
As a first thing I was ordered to undress and kneel on the floor. Having quickly transitioned into a submissive mind, I did not hear his next order ...
"I don't like to repeat myself. We'll fix that. Move to the center of the room."Standing up, I positioned myself under the suspension bar and my wrists got tied to it, with my arms above my head. Reaching from behind, he pinched and twirled my nipples hard while at the same time kissing and biting into the nape of my neck, turning my knees into jello.The nipple clamps quickly replaced his fingers and while I was still trying to deal with the sharp pain, my ankles got tied with rope and pulled up behind me through hooks in the ceiling, making me hang in a sort of a hog-tied position, with my legs spread open. The pain and discomfort of new the position quickly took my mind off the clamps that were still digging into my nipples.In a unexpected move, he used a vibrator on my pussy and clit, and the feeling evolved from annoying to good to annoying, while the pain coming from different directions (my hanged wrists and ankles, my back, my clit) made it hard to properly enjoy the feeling.As to not give too much a of a good thing, the vibrator got alternated with the crop hitting my pussy. Or to confuse my body even more, sometime the crop got to hit my clamped breasts while the vibrator would be left humming against my pussy.The overwhelming confusion created by the vibrator, the numbing of my hands and feet and the crop hits, caused me to start to panic and I had, for the first time, to call out one safeword.
"Yellow, Sir!"

Everything stopped right away.
"My hands are starting to feel numb, Sir."
Quickly, he took me down, and for the first time a praise:
"Good girl."

Once I was down on my feet, I got told to get on the bed and I positioned myself.
"Are you going to oppose resistance?"
"No Sir. I'll try not to."
"Good."
And with that he took my ass. The sudden pain made my body jump and I tried to move away. However his hand in my hair directed me back in position, and staying as still as possible I let him in.

The harsh and powerful pounding just reverberate through my whole body, leaving me sore and aching.

"I have a present for you. I hope you will hate it."
He handed me a little bundle. It looked like rope but then I realized it was a rope-thong.
"Wear it at dinner."

Done and cleaned up, I got ready to go to dinner wearing my present: the rope was rough and scratchy on my delicate bits.
"It looks good on you. Let's go."

Sitting in the cab, with the rough rope digging into my freshly abused pussy, I could not avoid squirming a little.

Dinner was, as always, great, and we spent it flirting with the sweet cute waitress that was assigned to our table. By the end, we were both aroused and my teasing him was met with a stern:
"You'll pay for it."
"I wish I could suck you right now, Sir."
"How about under the table?"
It was not an order and as I did not feel comfortable he did not press the matter. However he moved next to me and rising my skirt he yanked on my rope panties.

We were both not ready to call it a night yet, and we moved on to the next place, a cigar bar. On the way there, he kept on yanking on my rope panties causing me to wiggle and move.
"Sit still."

In a moment of impulsiveness I reacted defiantly by turning my head away from him. His hand in my hair, pulling my head back to a 90 degrees angle reminded me of my place.

"Never turn away from me. Ever."
Pulling more on my rope panties we arrived at the cigar bar, and before entering, my face got slapped a couple of time to stress the point made in the cab.

With my eyes down, we walked in and settled down at a table, in the far corner of the bar.

Whiskey and a cigar arrived, and he asked me to lit it for him. Trying not to fumble too much, I managed the task and passed the cigar to him.

"Let's see how it feels."

Pulling my skirt up, he undid the string that kept my rope panties up and took them away. With my pussy exposed, he slowly brought the tip of the cigar close to it and made me feel the heat a couple of time. Even without touching the skin, the heat was enough to make me react by pulling back, earning me another stern scolding.

The desire of sucking him off had not left, and perhaps made bold by the cigar play and the darkness of the place, I just could not help it and went down on him. And the waiter came to bring the bill and collect the payment ...

It had gotten late and we walked out. We both knew from the energy running between us that going for more play would be risky. So we just walked off to a side street and got into a dark entrance.

"Spread your legs for me"

The biting pain of his belt hitting my already sensitive pussy made me crumble to the ground. A couple more licks on my back and he pulled me up.

Crying, broken down, I knew then and there who owned me and a feeble whisper left my lips:

Authors: rida

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