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Fantasy Come True?
He blindfolded me and lead me to the bed. “Get on your knees” he said. He tied my hands behind my back with his red silk tie. The one I love so much. As he pushes me down he says “ass up, chest down, put your head to your side. He ties my knees together making it difficult for me to steady myself but I am used to this pose as it is my favorite. He started to touch and rub my ass slowly, making me want much more. His finger tips travel up my back, soft and light is his touch. He leans down and put his lips right to my ear and whispers “I’m going to give you your 30 swats now. I want you to count them for me sweety. Do you understand?” Yes Sir. I say to him with obvious excitement in my voice. His hand trails down my back and reaches for my ass. He rubs my skin one more time before I feel his hand rain down it’s very first delicious impact. I couldn’t help but to yelp with surprise even though I knew it was coming. “One” i said quickly. Then came “Two” I always love the first strikes that quickly turn my pain into pleasure. He alternates sides making sure to distribute his swats evenly. By the time I’m to fifteen he has made my cheeks nice and pink. The radiating heat feels so good. I notice he has stopped for a moment. I try to anticipated what he could be doing. I start to think maybe he forgot something. Just then I hear something whistle through the air and I know immediately what it is. He has picked up the ridding crop to use for my final fifteen strikes. The crop gives a stinging bite. The heat also tends to stay at the impact site. It takes several swats before the bite turns into pleasure. He hears a sign of pain in my voice for the first few and stops to rub in the pain turning it to heated pleasure. He hears the sound of approval in my moans so he continues. Each swat increases my pleasure and he can tell he is bringing me ever closer to my throbbing release. Just then he reminds me I am not to cum until he says so. I count out the last three swats in an almost incoherent moan. He rubs my now red bottom and gives me one last swat with his hand and tells me “good girl” I can tell from the smirk I hear in his voice he does not intend to let me cum anytime soon and I moan in frustration. He ignores my moans and gets back to work rubbing aloe all over my red cheeks. He then moves his fingers to my swollen lips and starts rubbing. I feel like I could cum just from his touch. As my moans get louder he pulled his hand away and says “not yet sweety” but then he put his finger inside me, daring me to cum. He starts pushing and pulling in and out slowly. After a few times he adds another finger, increasing my pleasure and decreasing my ability to control myself. He hears and sees all the signs of my inevitable release and tells me one more time “do not cum until I say so sweety” “yes Sir” I say with a weak voice. We both know it would only take one more finger to set me off. Knowing exactly what he is doing, he adds a third finger very slowly to help me contain myself. I am right on the edge and desperate for release. I start to beg! May I cum Sir!? Please Sir? He takes all of his fingers out but one and I start to whine in desperation. He asks me if I want to cum. I say “yes please Sir” he starts kissing up my back from the bottom to the top where my hair is standing on end. He is now covering me completely with his body in a show of total Domination that I deeply love! He reaches around my body grabbing at my breasts. He starts rocking his body into mine letting me feel his rock hard cock press against my pussy. As he rocks our bodies together he starts pinching and pulling on my nipples to bring me even closer. “Beg for it sweety” he groans in my ear. “Please Sir! Please make me cum!” “Do you want to cum sweety?” “Yes please Sir” then without warning he takes his body off mine and thrusts himself inside my tight and oh so wet and waiting pussy. He pounds into me as he reaches for the back of my neck as I cum all over his cock but he don’t stop. He just keeps pounding into me as he feels my pulsing and clenching all around his thick, hard cock giving him maximum pleasure. I can’t help but scream through what seems to be an endless series of orgasms. He doesn’t stop until he has released himself inside of me. I can feel him pulsing inside me which pushes me into another orgasm that leaves me completely breathless. As he pulls out of me I let out a moan of fulfillment. That’s when he remembers and says “sweety, I did not give you permission to cum” I let out a small laugh then quickly stifle my laughter. He tells me with a smile in his voice “that’s three extra spankings on top of the five for cuming without my permission sweety” “Yes Sir” he spanks me with the ridding crop again. I start counting. I can imagine his smile as he welds the instrument of my pleasure. I give a slight smile through my moans as well. We both know how much this is turning me on and that is the real punishment. I count out the last number 8. He takes my blindfold off, grabs me under my shoulders and lifts me up to a kneeling position where I am still shaking. “Was it worth it sweety?” “It was worth every strike Sir!”
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2 Replies
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I LOVE this, sweety! What a beautiful transition you two are making! It warms my heart and flares my need
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Sounds like it was worth the wait! So glad for you!
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