THWACK!”EEAAHH!!!! ” I struggle for coherence. “Eight.”
THWACK! “AH! – uuuh! Hn…s-s-sSeven”.
THWACK!”EEAAHH!!!! ” I struggle for coherance. “Eight.”
THWACK! THWACK!! “AHHHHH!!” I yelp, losing all control of my knees and falling forwards, the sting of the paddle overpowering every sense. I’m seeing little stars around the edges of my vision. She grabs my hair tight, pulling me too look up at her, towering above me, the light above and my tears making Mistress just a tall dark form of power.
“Nine! Ten!” Awareness comes back to me and I blurt the final strokes out and in an instant I am released and as I stumble-fall back to the bed below the egg and plug in my pussy and ass are turned back on. The soft white cotton of the sheets burns my tender skin and the vibes from within pulse powerful ripples of pleasure again and again and again. Pleasure and pain devolve into a snake feeding itself.
I moan loudly, uncontrollably, as I feel the moment of orgasm take another step higher. Without noticing my own hand has found a nipple and is not gently teasing and dragging it out.
Her gloved hand is at my hair, the leather smell delightful as she curls arcs and cascades across my head, firing other pleasure centers and feeling my love/lust for her all the more. Another step higher. My knees are clasping together, trying fruitlessly to shift the vibe to the spot. that spot.
“Oh Angel…” She speaks my name, or rather, my name when she’s my Mistress. and I’m her submissive. “… my pretty Angel. ” My heart flutters. “So perfect. So Good.” Another step closer. So close now. I desperately want to reach down and push the rubber thong aside to get to my melting, burning, needing pussy. To thrust fingers inside and to strum my clit in a blur. The fact I know I’m not allowed to rocks me. My fingers clasp at air and I hip fuck into the bed.
“Please may I orgasm Miss?” I beg. She doesn’t like Mistress, it’s too ‘formal’ too ‘scene’. “This is just girls play? ok?” she said way back when, and yet here I am. Spreader bar. Heavy collar. Heavier leash. I repeat myself, that need rising . “Please maAAA-YYAAAIIH orgasm? Pleease?” A spike of unexpected pleasure throws me and simple words become a roller-coaster, drifting into a beg.
She drops me. Flips me over. Strides away. My face falls beneath my hair but the sound of her red heels on the hardwood curls my toes. My pleasure is in her hands and I love it but damn it now this is -oh- almost the point of no return. I know better not to ask a third time.
My ass is clenching, uncontrollably (?) against the wide plug, craving it’s presence. Wanting more.
The lights go down. The vibes stop. “unhhhhhghh!” I exhale, cunt actually in mid air now.
She comes over and straddles me. My hands go to her thighs. I feel her slick wetness on my stomach. Her face is softer in the candlelight. She leans over. holds my head in both hands. A kiss!
An amazing. Fantastic. Lightning buzz of a kiss. Oh this temptress I would die for.
“You’ve learnt your lesson. Cum for me now Angel. Fly.” And with that the vibes are back and at full power, earthquaking through me. Her left hand works it’s way into my hair and fastens. Her right plays with my ear, gently. Heat rises. I start wordlessly moaning and panting little half expressions of something, nothing, everything! More! Less! Please! OH yesSS! Her pleasure pain trick on my hair and my ass has whirlpooled and oh my fuck! So close.
“Good little Angel” She says and I open my eyes to find hers as close as anyone’s ever been before or will again. “Good.”
Orgasm.
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