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Sigh. I'm sitting in a deep want. I'm experiencing envy of a particularly nasty depth. I'm going to tell a little story. A bit of fiction to open a safety valve, as it were.
There was nothing quite as sweet as running my hand lightly along her freshly whipped ass and back, moving slowly up the hot skin until my fingers slid through her thick hair.
Perhaps, though, something was as sweet, if not sweeter. I remember the sound of her sudden breath as I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back to bring her ear to my lips.
"You're a hard one, aren't you?"
"I don't mean to be!"
"Yes you do, but it's okay for you to be hard. We'll find your edges or we'll find mine. I'm betting we find yours. Want to take that bet, my stoic beauty?"
Before she could form an answer, I twisted her head and covered her mouth with mine. I can still taste her. I can still feel her squirm as I bit down on her lower lip and pressed my free hand against her wet pubic hair. It was warm in my dungeon, but her heat wasn't caused by the temperature.
She was sexually excited, yes, but she was also scared -- I could smell it on her.
Where were her edges? What was going to be too much? It was going to be stimulating to find out if we could reach her limits without actually causing any damage. She seemed to like extreme pain. Just maybe, this one would beat me.
Time for the last station in my dungeon. Something that would press her tender ass and and stinging back against a rough surface while I worked over different parts of her body. I slowly released the rope that help her arms over her head and led her to the chair.
I strapped her legs to the adjustable rests, strapped her arms down and adjusted the head restraint. I'm fond of the chair and its many uses. The purple vinyl is well padded. The chair adjusts so that anyone can be safely confined for hours. It's easy to clean. And this time it was going to need strong cleaning.
This was going to take some preparation. I pulled three tables to within easy reach of the chair.
I turned on the heaters on the wax table. Four wax pots. Four different colors, four different formulas, four different temperatures. And the freezer. Fire and Ice.
From the violet table, I pulled the ground wire down to her right ankle and attached the strap. Tight enough to prevent feeling the electricity at this point but not so tight that I'd have to take it off anytime soon. Maybe electricity would be this beauty's edge? Maybe a static discharge through a nipple. Maybe the wired needles pinned under her skin. Nothing like random shocks of random intensity. Maybe.
The third table is my favorite. It is reserved for the hardest cases. And this one is hard, indeed. My whips leave welts for two or three days. My floggers might leave bruises that last a week. This table contains instruments that can leave marks forever if I choose. Not only marks on her body, but also marks on her mind. No one forgets the instruments on this table.
I moved to her side and looked into her eyes. She was crying softly. The tears flowed freely down the sides of her face. I tilted me head and gave her a questioning look. She whispered, "Green."
There was nothing quite as sweet as running my hand lightly along her freshly whipped ass and back, moving slowly up the hot skin until my fingers slid through her thick hair.
Perhaps, though, something was as sweet, if not sweeter. I remember the sound of her sudden breath as I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back to bring her ear to my lips.
"You're a hard one, aren't you?"
"I don't mean to be!"
"Yes you do, but it's okay for you to be hard. We'll find your edges or we'll find mine. I'm betting we find yours. Want to take that bet, my stoic beauty?"
Before she could form an answer, I twisted her head and covered her mouth with mine. I can still taste her. I can still feel her squirm as I bit down on her lower lip and pressed my free hand against her wet pubic hair. It was warm in my dungeon, but her heat wasn't caused by the temperature.
She was sexually excited, yes, but she was also scared -- I could smell it on her.
Where were her edges? What was going to be too much? It was going to be stimulating to find out if we could reach her limits without actually causing any damage. She seemed to like extreme pain. Just maybe, this one would beat me.
Time for the last station in my dungeon. Something that would press her tender ass and and stinging back against a rough surface while I worked over different parts of her body. I slowly released the rope that help her arms over her head and led her to the chair.
I strapped her legs to the adjustable rests, strapped her arms down and adjusted the head restraint. I'm fond of the chair and its many uses. The purple vinyl is well padded. The chair adjusts so that anyone can be safely confined for hours. It's easy to clean. And this time it was going to need strong cleaning.
This was going to take some preparation. I pulled three tables to within easy reach of the chair.
I turned on the heaters on the wax table. Four wax pots. Four different colors, four different formulas, four different temperatures. And the freezer. Fire and Ice.
From the violet table, I pulled the ground wire down to her right ankle and attached the strap. Tight enough to prevent feeling the electricity at this point but not so tight that I'd have to take it off anytime soon. Maybe electricity would be this beauty's edge? Maybe a static discharge through a nipple. Maybe the wired needles pinned under her skin. Nothing like random shocks of random intensity. Maybe.
The third table is my favorite. It is reserved for the hardest cases. And this one is hard, indeed. My whips leave welts for two or three days. My floggers might leave bruises that last a week. This table contains instruments that can leave marks forever if I choose. Not only marks on her body, but also marks on her mind. No one forgets the instruments on this table.
I moved to her side and looked into her eyes. She was crying softly. The tears flowed freely down the sides of her face. I tilted me head and gave her a questioning look. She whispered, "Green."
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That created some very cruel, beuitful, images in my mind.
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