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Kana -> RE: Kana's Keyboard Privileges (10/5/2011 10:30:07 PM)
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Aw Criminey.
You ladies are badbadbad, the lot of you.
And you know what that means…yep. Hold out those wrists, don’t mind the cuffs. Yes, they are the reinforced ones. Yes, you will be hanging from your wrists.
Stand here, arms high while I snap you in.
Grab hair, pull into knot, yank up…just in time for that thick uncomfortable collar. Fasten tight, not to tight to breathe, but enough so it’s a touch uncomfortable.
Blindfold. Gag. Hood
Then begin.
Be evil. Start with the hands. Light touch. Rub, Caress. A palm sliding down her side. A nail tracing soooooo slowly along, up, the inside of her thigh. A tickle. The index finger glides down her spine. Play her like an instrument, touches so subtle they may not even be real but tricks of her mind. Cup her cunt, but never touch-let her feel the air moving and know my hand is there but don’t let her make contact. Trace that lovely spot where her legs meet her hips, so close to where she wants my hands but still so far away.
Move close.
Let her feel my breath on the back of her neck. Then a lick, followed by a nibble, starting at the nape then running along the curve of her shoulders. Kiss all over. Don't stop. Let her feel my care even in the throes of pain
Grab her tits from behind, lightly at first. Stimulate nipples. Squeeze and roll them between my fingers.
Time blurs, becomes irrelevant. My hands are her entire reality and she is all my focus. Everything else is locked out and now I am riding the waves between us, dancing the electric mamba. Every touch is instinctual, but also choreographed. The world has shrunk till there is nothing left but the two of us. My heat pressing against her. The sweat forming at the base of the hood.
Feel her melt into me, her body a canvas waiting for hue.
Then, as she’s falling into darkness and velvet, set to work.
Maybe a belt, the first scarlet blow coming across her back. Or maybe stick with the hands, grab the tits hard, knead em like dough, or torment her by pinching pinching pinching.
And let’s not forget good old fashioned slapping. Tits. Thighs. Butt. Open hand blows that ring like shots. Ram fingers in all her orifices. Get her juices going until the room is full of that squishing sound
Bring her to the edge and then send her spiraling back with pain. Set up pain pleasure waves until she’s lost in them. Make her dizzy with feeling, tied helpless on the tracks between the locomotives of euphoria and agony until she breaks loose and floats free and is mineminemine
Clamps are always nice right about here. Those clovers she hates and the ten pound clamps for her lips. Perhaps a rubber band around her nipples. Weights to inspire the most wonderful gargling sounds from inside the hood.
While whispering in her ear, yanking her to me as she spins and wails, telling her the things to come. The plugs. The enemas. The cane for her thighs. The paddle for her ass. The new strap I’m gonna beat her cunt to mincemeat with. The ice I’m gonna shove up her ass. The icy hot for her clit.
But don’t say a word about the cigars and blow torch she saw on the table when she entered.
Yeah, you gals been bad indeed.
Grins
On a brighter note, Kana doffs his hat, gives his most sweeping bow, tips said hat in the direction of some amazing women.
And then notes that anything you like about me is really a compliment to yourselves because everything I’ve learned about relationships and being a dominant was taught to me by slave/sub women. I have been fortunate enough to have had, and have, incredible females in my life who have guided me, tolerated me, stuck with me through all my nonsensical phases and ridiculous ideas.
So really ladies, kudos to you, cuz you are the ones who deserve any praise [sm=applause.gif]
(edited because CM's formatting sucks)
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