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TheLadyandLimey -> Captive (1/17/2011 9:36:53 AM)
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The wall was cold stone. The air was musky and warmth. The smell of sex filled the room. I had heard it before. I felt it. The cutting sound that wonderful whip makes as it flies through the overly large space. The tip of that beautiful bull whip pops. My right shoulder sending pain and pleasure throughout my body, making my already soaking pussy moister then I could have ever thought possible at this point but I was proven wrong yet again. Another sound feels the still air. That sound cuts the air, breaking the sound barrier. The crack of the whip is one of those things everyone knows well. A shiver ran up my spine from that sound. I heard the whip hit the wooden flood in a clatter and then I felt him move my hair over my left shoulder, leaving my shoulder exposed to him.
His right roamed freely over my naked body as his lips made contact with my exposed neck. His hand made hard contact with my right ass cheek, making me try and scream through the panel gag. It was then that he bit down on the sensitive part of my white neck. My nipples hardened to a point that they ached, he knew what was doing, and he enjoyed driving me mad with desire. The leather cuffs that kept me on the cross were soaked with sweat. My body must have been shining in the dim light of the room although I couldn’t see. (I was blindfolded, he liked it that way.) His hands and lips roved my body I could feel where he was, then at my entrance he knew what drove me mad.
“I don’t want you finishing, do you understand?” he asked but his tone made it known that it was not a question.
So I did the only thing I could at that time and that had been to nod, which wasn’t an easy task in that collar. He slid his pointer finger and slowly started to pump it in and out. Then another a finger was added, his middle finger, he started to go deep and harder faster, the sound of the wetness of my cunt and his fingers were driving me insane. He knew I was getting ever closer by thrust of my hips into the cross. He laughed and stood, connected the leash to the D ring on my collar while moving my dark hair out of his way. He unbuckled my ankles, but he left my wrists cuffs on and instead detached them from the cross. He led me away from the cross still gagged and blindfolded. He turned me around and had me sit down on some sort of sheet. He helped me lie back onto the thin foam, moved my feet and attached leather cuffs to them then he moved up to my wrists and clapped them to the front legs of the table. That was when he brought out the one thing I can’t stand. That was a pinwheel. He started to run along the curves of my body. My laughter was muffled; the drool had traveled into my hair.
After awhile he tired of the wheel, I felt the pressure of the wind before the pain came from the leather of something that felt like a crop hit my right breast hard, and then it hit my left just as hard. The pattern continued down my body until my whole body was hot, my flesh sensitive to anything that was touching my sore and aching body. Then he did something that only a sadist would do. He poured hot wax on to my raw skin. I twisted in pain, screaming in pleasure and pain as the torture kept on going into the night. This only increased my heighted sense of awareness to the pain that traveled throughout my body. It also had me even more aware of the fact that the hard nub known as my clit had protruded past its hood and the sheet between my legs was completely covered in my juice. My thoughts were not centered on the pain of wax. Rather my brain was preoccupied with not climaxing. This was pure untainted torture. He stopped after what seemed like an eternity of pure hell. He then walked away and went up stairs for only he knew what. When he came back down I heard a glass clinking. That is when I smelt him, he was beside me, with my skin still on fire he started to burn it with ice. It stung but at the same moment it felt wonderful.
He would attach and detach the ice from my body. Once the ice melted he was on top of me in an instant. At some point in my subspace he had gotten rid of my restraints. He had also gotten disrobed and now his hard throbbing cock was at my entrance. He pushed forcing himself into my waiting cunt. He seemed so big for me then we both felt it at the same time …my hymen. One final kiss to the hollow of my throat and he pushed himself through. It hurt and I screamed. I felt the hot blood flow out of my newly opened pussy, after a few moments of my body stretching to fit his girth I was finally ready to start again. He went slowly at a steady rhythm after a few minutes he sped up. All I could do is moan through the gag. The pain had faded and a pleasure like I had never known washed over my body. My body was moving on its own my head was empty of thought. I could only feel. What I felt soon was the need to cum
. “Go ahead, you aren’t going to be the only one” he spoke into my ear. I came, my body convulsed; I had never had a climax like that before. . . I felt his dick pulsate inside me, I felt the hot streams of cum hit my velvet walls.
“I love you my captive bride” were the only words he spoke for the rest of that magical night.
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