Finally! With so much perfectionism and sweat I had installed this room of pleasure in the depths of my basement and now the day should have come. However, the search for a suitable candidate for my little playroom was to prove even more exhausting than all the manual labor.
Lisa was the first to respond to my ad without any financial ulterior motives. Immediately, all these fake profiles of the last months came back to my mind and then she had these pictures of an insanely good-looking woman on her page. My desperation must have risen immeasurably at that moment, because without much hesitation I answered her message despite these ulterior motives.
Already in the first lines I felt this very special connection. Her openness and curiosity to submit to a complete stranger left me speechless. What were the chances that a guy like me could have such luck?
The last few weeks passed me by like a journey through time. Nervousness seeped through my whole body, as the doorbell gave its unmistakable ringing. Behind the frosted glass, the distinct curves of a long-haired woman could be made out. Had all this not been just a dream after all?
My trembling hand was already looking forward to the welcome liquor I had provided, but should I be able to open the door for her unhindered. The blurred appearance through the glass pane cleared the further I pulled the door handle to me and gave the view of a sight that I could not have imagined in my wildest dreams.
She was real! There stood this doll-like figure from a fairy tale and everything about her was as she described. A scent of lavender was in the air as Lisa walked past me into the hallway and tentatively held out her graceful hand to me with an approving smile. That was the deal we had made. Not a word until after the session and an approving smile to show her unwavering willingness.
I led Lisa down to the basement. In the gathering darkness, the room bathed in red light was clearly recognizable as our destination. I felt how her handshake became firmer with every step, abruptly I pulled her closer to me and led her into the rooms intended for us.
The flickering in her eyes reflected the countless candles that were set up around the place designated for her in the center of the room. Almost impatiently and hastily, she looked for a place to get rid of her clothes.
I opened the provided bottle of vodka, covered with small drops of water from the cold, and filled it into the glasses provided. When I turned back to Lisa, she was standing there, completely naked and just perfect. I eyed her from top to bottom as I took another step toward her to hand her the glass. Her long brown hair was now tied back in a strong ponytail and disappeared from my view behind her petite shoulders. She sensually wetted her lips, which appeared almost black in the red light, with a long-lasting sip from the glass.
The chilled alcohol flowed down our throats and warmed our courage to put our thoughts into action. After another glass, Lisa ventured to the waist-high wooden platform waiting for her and leaned forward over the narrow, padded middle section. Thus she opened to me an unobstructed view of her taut, round buttocks, while her massive breasts pointed downward, plump and unrestrained. Closing her eyes allowed me to take the lead from now on.
With every inch I moved closer to her, arousal displaced the doubts about my actions that lay deep within me. I knelt behind Lisa, resolutely grasped her right ankle and guided her foot into the ankle cuff provided at the side end of the platform. She voluntarily spread her left leg to the side, allowing me a deep view into her clean-shaven pussy, which opened right before my eyes like a fine-tasting oyster. The ankle cuff left I enclosed without much effort, around the foot provided by her.
Turning now to her hands, I lowered the rope fastened diagonally above her head. Leaning in front of me, I grasped her downward-pointing arms and indicated that she should fold her hands. Lisa’s gaze continued to be humbly directed downward as I firmly encircled her wrists with the rope tied to the ceiling.
With a relentless tug on the other end of the rope, I guided her upper body into a horizontal position and secured the end of the rope to the wall. Her firm breasts bobbed slightly until her splayed back finally adjusted to the pull in her body and came to rest. Her soft moan went through me like a cold shiver and pumped the blood faster and faster into my increasingly hard cock.
Her desire to be tormented by me with the whip was similar to my desire to show her which rank she currently held in this game. I grasped the short, braided handle of the whip ending with several short straps. Starting at her shoulder blade, the short straps grazed her still flawless flesh and worked their way down her spine until the end of the whip came to rest between her two ass cheeks.
The first, still cautious blow marked her butt with a barely perceptible redness. As discussed, I only slowly approached her limits of tolerability, however, the next blow that hit her bottom should already elicit a slight whimper from her. Encouraged by her apparent ability to suffer, the next blow hit her with even greater force and for the first time caused a tremor in her hips, limited by the restraints.
To take away the upcoming pain, I stroked with the end of the whip again and again between her slightly trembling buttocks back and forth. That the end of the whip touched again and again the entrance to her slightly moistened cunt, Lisa acknowledged with a repeated twitch. Recovered from the strokes, the next three hits in quick succession were to make her now noticeably punished ass quiver. More and more arbitrarily I alternated between strokes and blows until her ass was noticeably littered with the signs of the whip. Her abdomen, now completely restless, reflected the increasing pain she had been suffering for the last few minutes.
Dropping the whip I signaled her that it should be over with this part of the session and seamlessly the middle part had to begin. Her eyes, filled with pain and anticipation, would shortly be plunged into a deep, black nothingness.
Turning to her head end again, I corrected her weakened body with another tug on the rope. Her face at eye level, the back now sloping at a 45-degree angle should be well prepared for the following suffering.
While I extinguished her eyesight with the velvety blindfold, I could no longer ignore Lisa’s breasts that had come within reach. Hastily I closed the blindfold with a tight knot and had at this moment only eyes for this dream of a female breast made flesh. Almost bursting with excitement, I removed my clothes. My cock, now stretched to the tip, would have been only too happy to forget all the rules at this moment and fucked these tits shamelessly until the juice shot out of him. A deep breath restrained my deeply horny thoughts, it was nevertheless to the end of the session, so far that even my fully pumped cock should have its appearance.
The kerosene candle placed on one of the candlesticks had produced enough liquid wax during the session to cover Lisa’s entire back with a painting of this hot liquid. The first hot drop hit her left shoulder and made its way to her lower back until it came to cool there. I answered her lack of reaction with a hot, long-lasting gush of wax that poured down the sides of her ribs all the way to her chest. Lisa’s almost orgasmic cry pumped fresh blood into my erectile tissue once more. Little by little, the hot liquid of the candle emptied over Lisa’s back and looked more and more like a map with a river of dried candle wax.
So now she bent before me, marked by the lashes on her rosy, firm ass cheeks and the hot waves of wax that had now come to a complete stop on her back, completely cold. Just a cock length away, her tender cunt melted with satisfied humiliation. It was now time for her Master to relieve himself of his boiled up pressure.
Completely detached, I spread her fuck hole with both hands and enjoyed a long lasting sip of her dripping juice. Burying my face between her two cheeks, I licked every drop that her pussy was ready to give me. Again and again I drove my tongue back and forth between her labia until her little pearl could hardly hold the pleasure.
Drunk on her feminine secretion, I straightened up and placed my blood-red glans at the entrance to her overflowing pussy. Only a few centimeters separated me from penetrating this battered, yet tasty flesh.
Lisa’s pelvis trembled expectantly when she felt the cock ready to penetrate her cleft. I didn’t want to make her wait long, because I also didn’t want to wait much longer until her warm cave finally enveloped me to the hilt. Her hips, set in motion by the trembling, made my glans disappear inside her again and again. A heavy slap on the already battered ass should show her who was still in charge at this moment.
The first unrestrained thrust into her abdomen made the feeling of all-encompassing satisfaction arise in me. With each collision of our bodies arose a wet, resounding clap that spread throughout the basement room. As if let off the leash, my dopamine-filled member penetrated Lisa’s dripping hole over and over again. Numbness ran through my throbbing cock and briefly postponed the inevitable orgasm.
Repeatedly I tormented Lisa’s ass with deafening blows to then penetrate harder and harder into her body writhing in pain and pleasure. Her loud panting was interrupted again and again by a tortured moan.
The clenching of her vaginal muscles intensified every movement and I felt the climax rising inexorably inside me. The final thrusts slowed, pressing her abdomen as hard as I could against the platform. Just milliseconds before my milky white seed was to catapult its way out, I withdrew my cock from Lisa’s wet grip of her taut cunt and rubbed it between her ass cheeks until I cum. The thick cum doused Lisa’s lower back and flowed down between her butt cheeks to her glowing, swollen pussy.
The minutes, hours and days after this event filled me with a contentment that I have not been able to experience in myself for a long time. A beautiful woman who gives herself to me, who fulfills my most unspeakable wishes and does not question my actions, there seemed to be happiness in this world after all.
Late that day, I received a message from Lisa. “Good evening Master, thank you for the suffering … I am ready to expand my boundaries! Lisa :*”
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