1. A Bunnie To Play With - Chapter 13


    Date: 10/26/2014, Categories: BDSM, Author: ChrissieLecker, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    felt. The pain suddenly became secondary. It was part of the cane’s stroke, but somehow my body disassembled the overwhelming reactions of my nerves, stowed away the brutal pain and instead focused on the heat and the rhythm of the impacts. When the cane fell only an inch from my pussy lip and Helen aimed again, I found myself eagerly awaiting the hit, even pushing out my pelvis to make it easier for her to aim. I was wet once again. The last stroke smacked through the air, and I breathed hard, my eyes shamelessly imploring her to keep on. She turned away though, carrying the cane back to the cupboard. But she picked up something else. It was a strip of leather, perhaps two inches wide and a foot long, not counting the rounded handle. “This is my pussy strap,” she explained, swinging it through the air a few times. “It is one of my favorites. I am told it hurts a lot, but it is soft enough not to bruise deeply. I’m going to whip your cunt now.” If she had expected a frantic reaction from me, I disappointed her. But she herself didn’t disappoint me at all. The moment her hand shot upwards and the strap touch my skin with a loud snap, a raging fire started deep in my womb and drove pearls of sweat to my forehead. Another snap, and I grunted, welcoming the sensation. That made her stop. She felt that something was off about me and stepped closer, looking deep into my eyes, searching. Then her own eyes widened, and her hand snaked out, her fingers burying themselves in my snatch. ...
    I grunted again, and when she lifted her fingers, small strings of my moisture between them, she gasped. “Oh my god,” her gasps turned into chuckles, “you really get off on it. I always found that the girls I picked up at that club were all playing make-believe. You’re a real masochist.” Perhaps I was. I didn’t care. All I wanted was for her to pick up her sweet torture again and push me over that edge so I could find my release. She had apparently been holding back before. Now, the smacks fell in a quick rhythm, almost twice as hard as before, the tip of the leather strap alternating between the spot over my love tunnel, each of my pussy lips, and sometimes even my clit, which sent tremors all through my body. My grunts grew faster and faster, echoing her own grunts of exertion, and my eyes lost their focus; all that mattered was the wonderful, titillating heat between my legs that seemed to rise to unthought levels. When an especially vicious slap hit my clit, I exploded. Wave after wave of scalding hot pleasure shot through my body. I threw back my head and wailed in bliss. Tremors shook me, and I wanted the moment to keep on going forever. At some point I must have passed out. When I came to again, I was kneeling. My hands were still raised above my head, but lowered enough that I could kneel on my now freed legs and not have to carry my own weight with my shoulders. I took a few deep breaths and noticed the smell of urine. Gasping, I looked down, to find myself kneeling ...
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