1. Lacey Gets It Hard, part 1


    Date: 4/13/2015, Categories: True Story, BDSM, Bondage and restriction, Discipline, Domination/submission, Written by women, Author: LaceyChains, Rating: 89.1, Source: sexstories.com

    Lacey. You are such a beautiful little thing. How badly am I going to have to mark you up tonight, eh? I have to tell you, Cotton-Tail, I've come to enjoy making you writhe." Gagged as I was, I could not answer, but the needful look in my eyes must have told him all he wanted to hear. He took off his shirt and tossed it aside, exposing his heavily tattoo'd arms and chest. My Master is a very large man and his skin ripples as he flexes his heavily muscled arms. God, I love watching him do that. He is an incredibly a sexy man. Approaching me at the side of the bed, he ran his fingers lightly up my thigh and over my firm and clenching ass. Even as gentle as he was, I couldn't help but tremble at his touch. Master smiled in satisfaction. "Are you scared, Lacey?" he asked as his fingers chased a shiver up my spine. I could only nod that I was. "Good," he replied evenly. "You really should be this time." His soft voice trailed off without further explanation. His gentle demeanor calmed me but his unspoken threat alluded to what we both knew was to come. The raw anticipation of that threat had my body reacting to his loving caresses as if it expected them to instantly turn into a white-hot pain. I was cringing and squirming at each gentle contact, but I should have known better than to expect such an obvious change. Master has become very deliberate with our ritual and rarely allows me to predict what he might do next. I was following him around the bed with my eyes, anxiously ...
    gauging his movements for some kind of sign that he was ready to begin. He lit the candles as he circled me, leaving a trail of little yellow flames in his wake. After a moment, he shook his head and pulled a length of back cloth from his pocket. "That won't do. I can't have you watching me, can I? That might ruin the mood I'm creating for you." I said nothing in response, but a worried moan must have escaped my gagged lips. "Shush..." he responded quietly as he the looped the blindfold over my head and settled it securely over my eyes. Usually he uses white gauze for this, leaving me able to make out vague shapes and shadows dancing in the candle light. This was something I found almost more frightening than being blind in that I could see the light of a burning candle being carried over me and poised to drip hot wax on my sensitive breasts or thighs. This time it seemed he would deny me even that. I wonder, having never been there, can you imagine how that felt? I heard him moving around the room, but now I had no way of knowing what he was doing. I felt his warm hand traveling over my body, touching me gently as he moved around me. Then, as his touch traveled down my right leg, he lifted my ankle and kissed my heal with tender care. He was being so gentle that he was lulling me into a more peaceful state. My heart was still pounding though. I knew his hand would not be stayed for long. That's when I felt the rope being looped around my ankle. I let out a little mewl and tried ...
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