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ResidentSadist -> RE: I feel like... (5/7/2008 8:51:57 PM)
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ORIGINAL: christine1
you can transmute? THUD!
YES, I can transmute. I'd transmute anything you want baby. Sometimes I can transmute a normally dry sub/slave into a quivering mass of tender wet quaking flesh. The recipe is as follows, take one pervy submissive female, add a few basic tools like a nice soft flogger, a bandana and some rope.
Imagine you are bent over the spanking bench. Master starts placing a copious quantity of rope over your forearms and calves in a mummy like succession of wraps. You are firmly but comfortably held in place from your wrists to elbows and knees to ankles. Once secure, he caresses you, tracing your feminine lines with gentle and teasing fingertips. Waves of sensation radiate from his gentle and sensual caress. Your skin becomes electrified and hyper sensitive. His every touch send tingles down your spine to your pussy. As your passion rises, you position become apparent, you are bound, naked and exposed with legs parted as Master toys with your sensations for his entertainment.
Suddenly tightness grips the back of your neck… he has you by the hair at the nape and is lifting your head to look at him. He slowly stoops to meet you eye to eye. You see in his gaze the powerful animal lurking below. His hand caresses your forehead and sweeps down to close your eyes. He ties a bandana on you as a blindfold and sets your head back to rest. Blindfolded, you hear his every step, his every move. You can even feel his heat as he walks close to you and goes to the foot of the bench. You hear him rustling in the gear bag but the exactly what he is doing is beyond you. The rustling stops. Then you feel it, you can tell he is standing between your legs. You can feel his heat even though he doesn’t touch you.
Whoosh and fffrump, is the sound that reaches your ears long in advance of the sweet stinging in the cheek of your ass. It is a nice flogger he uses. The leather of it is almost as sweet as his gloved caresses which now pets your warm skin as the burn sets in. Again you hear the whooshing but now you feel the falls as they land and the rush of heat comes right away. Over and over the falls land heating your ass like until it feels like and intense sunburn. Blood rushes between your legs and when his cool glove caresses your burning cheeks, you wish he would just jam his leather clad hand deep into you and pull that building pressure out of your pussy and into a climax.
You hear him in the gear bag again. Now you feel fur between your thighs. You know this flogger very well. It is a mink and elk skin flogger and he is dragging the furry falls over your pussy and teasing you. The gentle thump lands on your pussy as his underhand stroke lands the furry falls smack on target. With a sensual rhythm he slaps the falls between your legs increasing the impact with every stroke. You lay there helplessly bound, your pussy getting pounded by a furry mop that is sending vibration to your core and building the pressure within you like a wave. You pray he would stop torturing you and just rip his clothes off to fuck you. …and as if the Gods of passion have heard your plea, he takes the flogger and pins it against your pussy with his thigh. The pleasure of mink and elk skin flogger pinned between your legs overwhelming. With the fur pressed tight against your clit with his knee, he gently starts tugging up on it while it is trapped in place on you. The jumping falls trapped against your clit vibrate when stretched to their peak. It is a giant furry vibrator powered by Master’s strong arms and the shocks from it build that wave of pressure within you to it's peak. Stronger and harder he pulls on the falls until finally you explode squirting your “bliss on his whip.”
Quaking in the orgasmic aftermath, your hear his zipper and realize that Master is about to use you for his pleasure now and it won’t be all soft and fuzzy. The animal he showed you earlier in his gaze is about to be unleashed upon you. … the scent of blood and sex will fill the air and mix with the sound of your own screams. You quiver with passion and an erotic fear at the thought of what will come.
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