1. Pain and pleasure (la douleur exquise) Part 1


    Date: 6/18/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: Sapiophile25, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    conviction? It was from the smugness that came with the realisation that I was finally starting to be true to my submissive state. I wanted to voice that particular epiphany, that I was sure would please him. As I struggled to verbalise all these confusing sensations and realisations, I ceased to recognise myself. I was twitching like a fly on the gossamer. I was ensnared in his trap and it had just dawned on me. The words that I had hoped would set me free were entombed in the labyrinth that was my mind. And my breathing quickened. My Master remained taciturn the whole time. His eyes and the first cruel smile that I would see etched on that soft, creamy skin of his did the questioning. He pressed me on with occasional, amused “Hmms?” but nothing more. His smile grew crueler until he grabbed my hand. My heart was racing. Not only was this our first instance of physical contact, I could not even pretend to fathom what he was going to do with it. My tiny palm and long fingers in his hand, I thought he was inspecting the size and perhaps delighting in the dampness of my hand – my body’s betrayal. I pulled away and he grabbed it again. I was unnerved all the more. Then he pressed it against his crotch, evidently erect to the touch, while staring at me intently. I was in disbelief. Why and when did he go erect? The fact that my Master was erect suffused me with a false sense of confidence and reassurance. I duly began to stroke it with a sense of accomplishment. My Master, who had ...
    his grip on my arm the whole time, suddenly pulled my hand away and smiled disapprovingly. Smiled because he knew I wanted my hand to linger and it pleased him to deny me that. He didn’t want me to stroke it, just to feel and know that it was there. In my obstinacy, I tried to graze his erect member with my behind. I had wished I could steal that moment from him yet Master mocked me, and asked that I face him. He punished me and delighted me with his icy stare. We resumed our walking when he stopped all of a sudden. He leaned in closer as if about to kiss me and then put his hand on the exposed side of my stomach. He gripped it hard only to let go again. I felt my body buckle under his strong grip and sudden release. All the while he pierced me with his eyes. I averted mine only to be swayed into looking back at them again. I was drawn to them as one is when revisiting a scene of incomprehensible horror, unable to resist the inflicted pain it resulted in. He grabbed me by the side again and this time leaned in and kissed me. I was suddenly getting what I wanted which filled me with ephemeral joy and dismay. I explored him with my lips, rested my upper lip above his, making a mental picture that mirrored exactly that of his soft, somewhat flat philtrum. He bit my full bottom lip and I felt compelled to rest my hand at the back of his head and stroking his thick, soft hair. All the while, I arrogantly thought to myself, 'He must be enjoying the feel of my full lips. Nobody has ...
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