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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

the knot which he then drew though the headboard bars. I winced in pain as he pulled the cord taut, stretching me out until I was completely unable to move. I couldn't even begin to roll over. "There, that should keep you right where I want you. You won't be running away on me now, will you, Cotton-Tail?" The ropes bit cruelly into my skin and the more I pulled on them, the deeper they bit. I shook my head in acceptance that I was now completely at his mercy. Moments later, I heard him slide open the oaken drawer that served as our toy box. In that drawer we kept a selection of very intimate toys. Some were meant to provide me with great deal of pleasure, while others were used only to inflict a frightening amount of pain. This was to be the moment of truth. I was so hoping he was going to bring out one of our vibrators, but when I head the sharp sound of something cutting through the air, my heart skipped and my breath caught in my throat! A surge of panic rushed over me as my fear of that sound pulsed through my body. I whined and uselessly tried to squirm as he ran the leather end of what must have been our riding crop up my inner thigh. It's cold and rough texture felt stark and unforgiving against my leg. My chest tightened and my breath refused to come as I became torn between my fear of the coming pain and my deep seated need to feel it on my skin. I was trembling on the bed and when he tapped the crop right on my cunt, my mind screamed 'Oh, fuck, no! Please don't ... hit me there!' That scream tried to become real, but my heaving chest refused to expel my breath and only a frightened and garbled moan made it past my gag. He tapped my pussy quickly for several seconds until I was panting with fear and lust. My body became confused as to how it should translate such torment and soon I was trying to roll my hips either toward the rapid taps, or away from its stinging impact. In my mind, I could almost see the leather becoming wet as it slapped my labia. In my need to find relief, I began to wantonly grind my clit into the pillow beneath me. Master allowed me to debase myself in front of him for a few more wonderful seconds. I became obsessed with achieving orgasm on that fluffed cotton mass until he struck my thigh hard enough to draw an angry red line across my supple bronzed skin. The sudden sting stabbed into my mind and I yelped in pain and surprise. Master pressed the crop hard across my ass. "Enough grinding, you little slut. I don't want you coming yet." My inner thigh burned terribly where the crop had landed and I whined in despair as much from the burning sting as I did from being commanded to stop. Master scraped the crop up my spine until it reached the back of my neck. Once there, he began tapping me again. "So, have you been a good girl this week? The question was couched in a softness that belied the harsh reality of my position and for a brief moment I couldn't process it. From the severity of my initial treatment I knew he'd ...