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CreativeDominant -> RE: Not enough wank fodder! (5/10/2008 11:40:52 AM)
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Since you asked so nicely, BSB...~grins~
"Yes, Mistress...right away", she said obediently, then moved to comply. She crawled up on the bed and laid on her back, waiting...
BSB moved to the bed and pulled her girl's right arm to the bedpost and began to secure her wrist there with the silken scarf she'd left on. She spoke teasingly, "So very nice of your Daddy to leave you tied for me...this way, I don't have to take valuable time hunting up tying material. Of course," she began, looking directly into her girl's eyes, "if I HAD needed tying materials, you understand that I would have had nooooooooo problem cutting up your cute little nightshirt to make ties for my bitch, don't you? The only question is whether or not Mistress' knive would have cut anything else while I was cutting your shirt off you".
She gulped. "yes, Mistress...i DO understand that. Ummmmmmm...so you have your knife with you?" she asked, a distinct quaver in her voice.
BSB felt a new thrill go through her at the quaver in her girl's voice. She moved around the bed slowly, deliberately swaying her rounded ass and making her stiletto heels click on the portion of the hardwood floor not covered by rugs, secretly enjoying the way that her lustful bitch's eyes followed every inch of her movement and the flick of her pink tongue across her lips once more. God!!! what a rush to both her dominant and her sadistic side to hear that fear. She knew that her girl was afraid of knife play and yet, had no moral objection to it so it was not a hard limit. She fed the fear and the uncertainty..."I may have...or I may not. Of course, even if I did not, we both know that your Daddy has quite a collection..." she said and then questioned, brow arched, wicked smile on her face. "Don't we, little slut?"
"Oh y-y-yes, Mistress", she stammered. She felt butterflies inside her. Her thoughts were jumbled: Was Mistress going to do knife play? But wouldn't she have brought the knife out and done as she said...cut the shirt off her? OMG, what a fine ass her Mistress had...what a great set of tits...what a shapely pair of legs...how sexily she moved. She was aware that her lips had gone dry again, even as she felt her pussy getting juicier, and she moved her tongue across them as Mistress reached the other side of the bed. She extended her left arm without being told.
"That's a good little bondage slut...", BSB chuckled as she took the proffered wrist and secured it. She then gripped her slut's leg and brought it up, bending it at the knee until the knee was close to the same bedpost to which the wrist was secured. "Now...I am going to make sure you are wiiiiiiiiiiide open, just like the little exhibitionist you are in your secret heart of hearts." She moved around the bed once more, noting with satisfaction that along with the lust in her girl's eyes, there was also a bit of fear and embarassment.
"Awwwwwwww...you KNOW tis true, pet", she cooed as she firmly but gently performed the same binding of the right leg as she had with the left leg and then moved to the door. At the door, she reached down and gripped her leather bag and brought it over to the bed. She set it on the floor again and stood just looking at the bound beauty in front of her. Her little pet wassssssss beautiful and once again, she felt that strange tremor inside of herself that was not just the sadism or the dominance she felt over this girl...and her own cunt twitched again.
"baby-girl" felt heat creep over her face again. She knew that what Mistress said was true...she was an exhibitionist deep in her heart but closer to the surface? Her desire embarassed her...and of course, that only made her more wet. Her mind tumbled again as she looked down between her widespread, bound legs and arms and saw the look of lust and evil intent present on her Mistress' face.
BSB began to speak, quietly. "your Daddy used his ass...and he did so in a helluva hot manner. I watched you cry AND cum for Him as He whipped His ass and His asshole and as He fucked His asshole. But tis fair to say you excited your Daddy too, the evidence is easily seen, " she said and then chuckled as her slut's lovely features darkened in further embarassment. "Since your Daddy had so much fun with His ass, I am going to make good use of My pussy." She bent down and rummaged through the bag for a few minutes and then straightened, smiling as she displayed what she held.
"baby-girl" gulped again. The Hitachi!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh God, she'd be coming in no time flat if Mistress brought that to her pussy. she felt a strange mixture of excitement and disappointment...no further pain? But Mistress was sooooooo good at bringing her pain that she loved...pain that brought on those most wonderful orgasms; the kind that mixed pain with the sexual excitement that the pain brought on. But then her eyes widened...
BSB smiled darkly as she held up her other hand. "Surely you did not think that was going to be allllllllllllllllll that was involved, did you, My little pain-loving whore?"
"baby-girl" could only shake her head and smile inwardly to herself...while feeling the fear ratchet up...as she gazed at the Tawse.
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