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The Meeting

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

efficiency you used a length of rope to bind my hands together, above my head. Your continued silence was just as torturous as any physical activity thus far; I had no method of gauging your mood except by expression, which you knew. It was gradually driving me mad. You were still moving around, mostly at the end of the table where I could not see. I was on pins and needles, waiting for your next move, still tasting the saltiness of your cum in my mouth as I lay there. I didn’t have a long wait. It was a flogger again, a little smaller this time. I refused to look at you when you raised it, keeping my eyes closed. You were going to inflict more pain on me again, and even though I wanted this, I couldn’t help but be a little afraid. The experience was already more intense than I had expected. At least had my safeword. The first strike wasn’t terrible. It stung my tender pussy, already swollen from excitement, but it wasn’t debilitating. The warmth left behind was pleasurable. This was fine. I could do this. The flogger came crashing down once more. It was a little worse, but still tolerable. The next caused only a little gasp from me. You continued, striking again. And again. And again. And again. The pain steadily increased until I was letting out little shrieks with each impact, my muscles shaking, my stomach clenching and unclenching, thighs shaking uncontrollably while I fought to keep them open. Finally you put the flogger down, placing your hand against my hot, swollen ... flesh. You massaged it, feeling the heat that radiated upward and the wet evidence of my arousal. With another of your infuriating half-smiles you slid a finger inside me, fast and deep, grinning broadly as I started moaning and bucking. I nearly came right there, with your finger motionless inside me. “Please?” I was frantic, feverish, desperate. “No.” One word, denying me that which I wanted most. The first word you had spoken to me since I sat on the squashy couch was a direct order meant to keep me on the edge. I let out a little sob as you withdrew. I had been so close. You moved around to the side of the table near my head, forcing me to acknowledge you. The sly smirk was still playing about your lips, and I could see your new erection jutting out arrogantly, still sticky with cum and saliva. “Ready for your punishment?” Your voice was hard, cruel, and authoritative. That single word sent tendrils of terror and elation through me in equal measure. What kind of punishment? Wasn’t my nipple torture punishment, pushing that boundary I had set so early? Wasn’t denying me release when I was so near, so frenzied, penance enough? Apparently not. Reaching for another item off the table I could not see, you moved back down to the end of the table, between my spread legs, where I was most vulnerable. My muscles tensed, anticipating the next attack. “You will receive five.” Your voice gave away nothing away except your desire to see me suffer. That turned my arousal up to another ...