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| she lays on the bed naked, the leather stroking her body. It's a whip, but she knows that, that is what she is here for.The pleasure and the pain He will give, the two bound together, like her wrists and feet are bound and tied. The whip continues to stroke her creamy, silky smooth skin. What He likes most about her, how the whip leaves deep, crimson welts across her fragile skin. she lies waiting, anticipating, will He stroke or lash? her flesh quivers at the leathers touch, sliding down her back onto her firm thighs, then back up again. CRACK!! The whip strikes, the crimson mark glowing against the creamy skin across her tight lil butt. she moans, half in pain, half in pleasure, she can feel her nipples hardening under her as she lies face down on the bed. The leather continues its tracing across her skin. Stinging as it crosses, what she hopes, will be the first of many strikes on her flesh. her fragile flesh trembles as she anticipates the next strike, sometimes it is lifted from the skin as if about to strike, only to stroke in a different place. her curvaceous figure is responding to her needs, the half pain/pleasure, she feels. she can see as He walks round the bed, naked, but for His whip, His pleasure is plain to see. The bodys needs pile up, like the welts across warm, pulsating flesh, until the crack of the whip, her body releases itself, giving itself over to pure pleasure. The pleasure courses through her body, purest of pleasure now.....untainted by any pain, only the memory of it sends tingles within her heated treasure. she turns her head to look in His direction. Yes, His pleasure was fulfilled as well, the cooling liquid upon her back testifies to it. He unties her wrists, her ankles. Covers her with a blanket, as He lies beside her as the light grows dim outside. "i love You Master" she says. "And I love you hun" He replies. Caressing her broken skin, making her shiver, once more. "Perhaps next week You can get a bigger whip?" she asks, with a giggle in her voice. "Maybe, let's see how you heal first", putting His bloody fingers to His mouth, "Maybe Wwe will". Bboth drift off into slumber, she dreams of whips and He of blood. |
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| (written for her Master *20-06-05*) |