1. The Meeting


    Date: 7/10/2015, Categories: Anal, BDSM, Hardcore, Author: amabarrettsub, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    tantalizing. I bit my lip as your hands dipped lower, exploring, feather-light, taunting, building a smoldering need. I held my breath. Your hand hovered just above my nether regions, taunting me as I craved your touch. Could you feel the heat from my swelling lips? I groaned softly when you turned away, walking to some area still in shadow. Little trails of arousal ran down my legs as I waited. Within moments you were back, starting down at me with dark eyes. You were planning something that I probably wouldn’t like, I could tell by the expression on your face. One hand caressed my breast, drawing out the nipple into a hard pebble. I moaned, delicious feelings rippling through my body as you manipulated my sensitive skin. My eyes fluttered half-closed of their own accord as I leaned into your touch. It just felt so wonderful, waves of sensation flooding me as your fingers worked magic on my skin. Something cold made me gasp but you continued stroking, transferring your attention to my other breast. I could smell something with a menthol base. Icy Hot? The cold quickly warmed and began stinging, a deep burn seeping into my flesh. Yes, definitely the Icy Hot. I bit my lip. I had done this much before at your direction, I could withstand it again. Deep breaths. I could do this. Without warning I felt a sharp, hard pinch. My eyes flashed open, wide with pain. Glancing down I saw a clothespin firmly attached to my hard, sensitive nipple. It hurt. But you knew it would. Just like ...
    you knew how hypersensitive my nipples were, how I was able to convert some pain to pleasure but not others. How the Icy Hot was a pain I enjoyed, but the clothespins were not. How this pain was one that always overwhelmed me, a limit that I wasn’t sure I could push. The bite of the second clothespin was just as bad as the first. You smiled at your handiwork, pulling and tugging on each in turn, causing me to gasp and pull away. That was more than I could tolerate, but I didn’t want to safeword. I was too obstinate to give in this early in the game. I had to know I could do this. After another moment you moved away, leaving me to dwell on my situation. My nipples were throbbing dully, stinging hotly, replacing my embarrassment. My legs were becoming sore, the strain of standing too wide taking its toll. My arms were feeling a similar distress from being held up, hands clasped over my ponytail. More arousal trickled down my legs. I saw you walked back over to me, assessing how I was able to maintain my position. I must have done reasonably well because you didn’t make any comment. Instead you raised kind of whip. It had a braided handle with many different strips of conditioned leather. We had spoken of this often. The flogger. Without preamble you began, the leather striking my flesh, sending spikes of sensation deep into my skin. Back, stomach, the undersides my breasts, thighs, buttocks. Up one side, down the other, back to front to back again. Methodically you worked your ...
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