1. Sir's Slut


    Date: 12/2/2014, Categories: BDSM, Author: ScenesofSin, Rating: 11, Source: LushStories

    level. I feel warm all over, my breathing is getting a bit quicker. He runs his hand up my back, over my shoulder and down my arm. He lifts my palm, and kisses it softly. He secures one wrist, and then the other in a cuff. I hear the click of the D rings locking together, and tremble with excitement. He connects the cuffs to the restraint attached to the headboard, and pulls, stretching me. He strokes my head and whispers the words I crave, "Good girl." He moves back to my ankles and wraps them each in cuffs, lifting and connecting them to my thighs. I feel anxious, wanting. My breathing is rapid, waiting for His touch. I feel the warmth of my arousal trickle down my inner thigh. He spreads me wide and looks at His property, inspecting me. “Very good.” He slides his fingers through my slick folds, softly stroking my already engorged clit. Fully exposed ready for Him. “Is my slut ready for her Sir?” “Yes, Sir." My voice is husky, and it comes out almost as a moan. The first blow is nothing more than a love tap from my Sir. With each strike of the tender flesh on my ass, his force increases. Warming me up nicely. My flesh tingles, and heats. One final blow of his hands tells me now my Sir is as ready as I am. I hear the whoosh before I feel the slice of fire across my backside. Heat explodes from my core. Wham, wham, wham. The burning sting of the first sharp blow barely recedes as the others fall. I am shaking in earnest now. I feel the coolness of his hand slide across the ...
    fresh flaming streaks across my ass. I try to push back against his hand, but get nowhere, Sir has me held firmly in place. He begins again, this time harder, faster. My eyes blur with unshed tears, and I squeeze them tight. My breathing begins to slow a bit, my endorphins are kicking in. The euphoric feeling that comes next can only be described as pure bliss. The stinging blows ease, and then stop. I feel like I am floating. I can hear his voice, soothing. He kisses the base of my spine. My Sir is far from done with me. I feel the warmth of his body as he drapes himself across my back. The weight of him, soothes my soul. The hair across his stomach and chest scrape my tender flesh, bringing to life the burn all over again. He kisses a slow trail down my spine. He settles himself between my spread thighs, and grips my blazing flesh in his hands. I suck in a sharp breath, but dare not move. He presses his hands into the cheeks of my ass and pushes me open, more than I already am. He strokes his thumb down my most intimate parts. He applies a small amount of pressure to the tight ring of muscles, that has been taken by only him. The shock of the cold lubricant, rips me from thoughts of him, and his touch. I bite my lower lip as he presses something against my tight hole. It is not his warmth I feel entering me, but the all to familiar feel of an anal plug. I squirm a little, and he grips my cheek harder. A warning from my Sir. “Relax baby, open up for me.” His deep, soothing ...