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| How did I get myself into this? by samiira page 2 |
| She stroked my hair gently as I moaned. Then she ran her hand delicately down my back, across my ass and down between my legs. She found me aroused, and this pleased her. "You want something to kiss?" She asked me "Yes Ma'am." And her hand was in my hair again, bending my head back to kiss the carved wooden handle of her leather flogger. The end was very phallic, and I tried to take it in my mouth. She pulled it away and her first blow landed on my back. I flinched. It came down again on my thighs, causing me to flinch again. But then her hand came down again and again, and I had no time to jump. My thighs burned, my back was on fire and the coiled ropes against my body stood out stark white against my reddening skin. She did not seem to mind that I was moaning through clenched teeth. Every strike of the leather against my body became a new fire on my skin that spread to feed the fire between my legs. She rained hell down on me, faster and harder until I thought my skin would be flayed from my flesh. I sobbed and tried to breathe, deep gulping breaths that cooled the fire on my skin. Every breath pulled on my nipples more, making me acutely aware that I couldn't feel them anymore, but everything else hurt in a delicious haze. I didn't notice that she'd stopped. The heat of my skin made me sweat and shake. As I tried to breathe through it, a new pain blasted into my mind. She had taken the handle of the flogger, found my sex so wet and hot, and shoved it deep inside me. She moved it inside of me, huge and hard. It took a few moments for my brain to register this feeling not as pain, but as the pleasure it was fast becoming. My sobs became moans. My body began to tense and shake with impending climax, betraying me to her, taking my will with every wave that broke through me. She pulled it out of me, grabbed my hair and pulled my head back to look at her. "You want something to kiss?" She whispered. "yes ma'am.." I choked out. And the handle was in my face again. It was rich with the smell of me, and I took it in my mouth, tasted my sweetness there, as well as the acrid taste of the condom she'd rolled over the end. I've pleased her. She told me. She caressed my hair, pinched my still-red ass until I yelp. She lifted a glass to my lips. Cool water went down my throat. Then she walked away. I can smell a cigarette burning, but I can't turn to look. I hear something rattle, like chains on glass, but I have no idea what she has in store for me next. I am scared and thrilled. I only want to please her How did I get myself into this? Respectfully, -samiira |
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