Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Sunday fun - the beginning SeXStoRY

The table is just the right length, we knew that when we had it made. Heavy sturdy legs that could sustain all the pulling and tugging inflicted upon it, but looking so harmless in the middle of the lounge room. We both like to watch visitors rest their glasses or cups on it knowing only a short time before one of us had been strapped to it. Today that was you. Naked, waiting with anticipation and secured on your back – laid out for Me like a delicious offering. You are flat, arms secured above your head by thick leather cuffs to the table legs. Your knees are bent, with your legs held in place by matching wide leather ankle restraints. Today I have allowed your head to stay on the table, I like watching your face when we play. Raising my foot I slide my sharp stiletto heel into your mouth and watch as your tongue laps at the heel like a grateful puppy. The flat of the shoe rests on your chin, forcing your mouth open and allowing me to bear weight on your face without the heel ripping your throat. However I am still pleased to hear you gag and splutter like a whore. Leaning down just a little more I begin to trail the 9 leather strips across your body, loving the way your skin reacts immediately. Goose bumps rise and tiny moans of pleasure escape as you continue to suck My heel. Your cock begins to twitch against your thigh as the ripples of excitement begin. We chose this whip together, knowing that the tiny knots at the end of each strip would intensify the pain when applied skilfully. ‘Does that feel nice slut? Do you like it when Mistress caresses you with Her whip’ A very muffled ‘Yes Mistress thank You Mistress’ is the best you can do with your mouth full. Pulling my shoe sharply from your wanton mouth I dig the heel straight onto your tightened nipple and am rewarded by a sharp intake of breath and a startled moan. ‘Thank you Mistress’ you reply with proper respect in your voice now. ‘My pleasure slut’ I reply and we both know I mean it. Removing my foot I lean down and grabbing your chin pull your face to mine. ‘How does your bladder feel whore?’. Earlier I had presented you with 2 litres of very cold water and gave you minutes to drink it all without spilling any. Sadly for you, in your hurry to complete the task you gagged and had allowed a few drops to trickle down your chin – just as I hoped you would. ‘Very full Mistress’ There’s a pleading in your eyes which amuses me no end. I run the flat of my hand down your torso, enjoying the muscles clenching in anticipation. Stopping in the soft area low between your hips I push, using my body weight to apply the pressure that I know will be felt in your full bladder. Rocking back and forth I watch as your thigh muscles clench, trying to resist the urge to relieve yourself. ‘Don’t do it slut, don’t you spill one drop. Don’t you fucking dare!’ With each word I increase the pressure knowing you will be hurting in an unusual internal but exquisite manner. You’re panting, your body rising and falling in short rapid breaths, your face screwed up in concentration. Releasing you I am amused by your sigh of relief. Your eyes focus on mine, brow furrowed. ‘Thank You Mistress’ ‘Thank you? For the massage or for stopping slut?’ unable to stifle my laughter I don’t even wait for your reply. Instead I take hold of the whip and rest it’s thick handle in your mouth, just enough for it to balance precariously and nowhere deep enough for you to be able to keep it upright for long. My hands wraps around your cock now and I begin to stroke the half erection. Softly, gently, caressing your balls and bringing you to hardness very quickly. All the time my voice soothes you, calms you, allows you to surrender fully to me. ‘Such a good boy, there, you do please me sometimes. Show me how hard you can get for your Mistress. Mmmm, my lovely little fuck toy, let me feel how much you want to please me. I want this cock nice and hard if you want your reward’ I know that however much pleasure I might be giving you now will be mixed with the fullness of your bladder and the heaviness of the leather whip in your mouth. Not taking my hand from your shaft I raise my leg, kicking the whip from your lips until my wet cunt is straddling your face, my knees holding your head in place firmly. I watch in amusement as your tongue moistens your lips, full of anticipation. ‘You may begin’

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