1. The Meeting


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

    way down and up my body, the sharp sound of leather on flesh echoing slightly in the austere room, each strike stinging a little more than the last. The clothespins shifted as the whip struck me, pulling and tugging on my already aching nipples. My small pants each time the flogger hit punctuated the air. Abruptly the flogging halted. I tensed again slightly; would you be delivering my punishment now? You ran your hands over my heated skin, feeling the warm flush that covered my body and the slight welts from each strike, flicking the clothespins. My arms were trembling, hands still locked behind my head. My legs felt strained from holding a position so unnaturally wide. I had never been in this kind of tension for so long. You said nothing, moving behind me to shuffle something against the wall. I couldn’t see you, but I could feel your presence, hear the tinkling of metal. Coming around to stand in front of me again, you signaled for me to kneel. I complied a little clumsily, the cold floor feeling like an electric shock on my warm skin. It was almost soothing at first, before the discomfort of the unyielding floor began to seep in my bones. With deliberate slowness you removed your pants, almost like a striptease, watching my face to gauge my reaction. This wasn’t some romantic encounter, with kisses and cuddles and peeling away garments one at a time in a haze of passion; this was about power and assertion of authority, demanding that I acknowledge your dominance. And I ...
    did. Your cock stood out, proud and erect, eye-level with me as I kneeled on the cold floor. Inflicting pain on me had obviously turned you on, but I knew that it would. I remember the trepidation I felt as you walked toward me, signaling my next task in silent commands. I wasn’t concerned about the act itself; despite having only a little experience, it was fairly obvious what to do. It was the lack of verbal communication that was starting to wear on my nerves. And the worry that I would do something incorrectly, fail to please you. Hesitantly I opened my mouth, sliding down over the head of your cock. As you filled me I reached down with one hand to stroke you but you grabbed my hands in one of yours, trapping them above me, sliding further in. I would have to do all the work with just my mouth. I risked a glance up. You were watching my face, your eyes dark and burning, waiting for me to get started, seeing if I could follow your commands despite my discomfort. So I tried. I swirled my tongue over the head of your cock, tasting you, formed my mouth into a wide “O” and ran it down your length and back up again. I repeated the process, feeling each pulse of your flesh in my mouth. You let me work for a few minutes. Perhaps I wasn’t moving fast enough, you never said. Perhaps you simply required more control. Without comment you tightened your grip on my wrists with one hand while your other moved to the back of my head. You began thrusting hard, choking me, the head of your ...
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