1. Lady Lex


    Date: 8/12/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: malesub01, Rating: , Source: xHamster

    the soft touch of your hands, to the cold steel of the cage. I hear and feel the lock click shut, and I can’t believe I agreed to this. At all. But there is something deeply arousing about the way you tie the key onto the ribbon around your stocking top, letting it dangle there, ever present at my eye level, like a whispered promise of orgasmic freedom, that may or may not cum true. I forget the dog thing, but catch up quickly when you call me to the pillow. It’s time to present my gift to you, and after I open the box and raise it to you, I sneak a few furtive glances to catch you touching and savoring the work, while drinking in the scent of its genuine leather. It’s against the rules, but I love that I’ve gotten away with that much. The rebel never goes away in me. And though I can’t see them, I can almost feel your eyes sparkling as they see your name in raised bold leather stitching. But the hot swat of the paddle to your palm does make me jump, and I know I have to behave again. I know that I am not safe from this gift, not at all. And you let me know how not safe I am. And oh, God, I’m going to find out right this minute. Fuuuck! I know I will have to go along with it. If nothing else, I am a man of my word, and my word said, you own me for another 58 and half hours or so (but who’s counting?). And owned means owned and ruled. A spanking might be hot. A leather paddle? Fuck. There is something stirring about being told to go face down on the pillow and ass up. But I ...
    know it’s not your tongue that will be tickling my ass. And I can tell by your tone, this is not going to be pleasant. I know this is supposed to be erotic play, but all the rules I’ve known are not present here. I am flying blind on this. I hear your warnings about the first one being the worst. That’s good news. It gets easier. But the idea of an imprint of your name on my ass never occurred to me when I saw the stitching that prominently raised. Oh, shit. Then I hear, “When my friends show up tomorrow….” “Wha?”, I cry out in my head. Of course I knew it might be… but friends, plural? ohmigod. My mind begins it’s bullet train to that scenario, but is bumped completely off the track when that first paddle strike stings like a fucker… And I inadvertently let out a long “Fuuucck!”, to which you reply, “What did I say? Only numbers and my name. I told you once, and will not again. We begin with number one. Again.” My eyes roll back. I need to muster all the ferocious concentration I can. My ass is on fire by the second hit, and I can almost feel the branding of your name, etched into my rump. But I use that feeling to utter correctly “One. Lady Lex”, and let out the rest of the air without words, lest we go back again. I am spread and hip-raised like a whore in heat, being paddled like a bad c***d.. I toss a quick mantra into my mind, “No sex. Numbers and name. Numbers and name. I will get through this.” I trip up once more on number 4 and we go back yet again. By this time, I am ...