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


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

    yet resisted them or not wanted more.' At the sudden touch of my hand, he pushed me away and gave me a disparaging smile. I averted my eyes, feeling stripped of all my seductive power. I had wanted to impress him but also to take him in through my mouth to extract some information from him that was possible solely by way of labial osmosis. Had I found my Master? More walking, more falling, I felt my obstinacy to dominate subjugate itself to my will to submit. It was then that I decided to stop deciding. Master would, from time to time, squeeze my shoulder or my arm as if to check whether I would stumble to the floor at his release. I felt meek but grateful. He touched my bottom lip with his thumb and pushed it in my mouth. I hungrily took it only to feel it pulled back from me. He then pushed two fingers into my mouth. This time, I took them in as one takes a letter from a postman. He pushed them in further and the desire to please him overcame me. I took his fingers in a fashion wherein they emulated his penis. A foolish mistake. He immediately pulled away. I could sense that he reveled in denying me his pleasure. He suddenly said, “You’re a whore, aren’t you?” “Yes, I am,” I replied. “I want you to tell me you’re a whore.” In an act of defiance, I retorted, “I am a whore but I am not your whore, yet!” He gave me a look of amusement. This time his smile was kind. Our encounter was drawing to a close and as we were walking back to the station, where we were both to go on our ...
    separate ways, he fondled my covered behind, squeezing my bountiful cheeks. With every squeeze, he reaffirmed his position as my Master and prolonged my desire to be touched. I felt I was being probed, picked at like an animal on a dissection table. My body was no longer mine. It was his to explore. He then reached for between my legs and pressed his fingers against my pussy, trying to part my labia and push in through my trousers. An assertive yet probing move that left me wanting to expose my nether regions for him. Probe me more, Master. Explore what you have to and see that I am to your physical satisfaction. I hadn’t realised I was wet. It was a game of provocation. A game of seamless mindfucking and projected fucking. In my frustration, confusion, and intoxication, in all my states, I had just had my most fulfilling sexual experience to date. My Master had stimulated an organ that my past lovers had always left out. My brain was left throbbing from so much and so little thinking. Master took me to the station where I was to catch my train. I followed him a child. He showed me to my platform but I was transfixed; he pierced me again with those eyes. I looked at him and saw a doting father devoid of warmth. “Your train is in five minutes and you’re going to catch it. Yes?” As he said this, he nodded his head, answering for me. “Yes. I have to leave but I don’t want to”. “You don’t want to leave?” He wasn’t so much asking as just stating the obvious. “No, but I know I have ...
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