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Don't Think. Feel!

SFCityDom ? 2007

She is antsy, pensive; she came home with her thoughts reeling, and she cannot sit still. She needs to be taken out of her mind and put in her skin. No romance. No tenderness. No kiss. Just tie her up, beat her, fuck her, use her.

I tell her to strip, and she begins to argue with me.

Grabbing her by the neck, I say, ?That wasn't a request.?

?Oh,? she replies and gets naked.

I grab her arm and put it behind her, and we begin to walk to the den. She is being mouthy.

?I really don't feel up to this.? she says.

Giving her arm a bit of an upward twist, I push her forward.

?This isn't your decision,? I say.

We enter the den, ?Put your hands behind your back and your nose against the wall.?

?But ??

?Be quiet,? I interrupt her.

She places her nose against the wall and her hands behind her back.

?Good girl.?

I walk to a cabinet across the room. Unlocking the door, I retrieve the items I will need for this evening. Taking care that she doesn't see them, I lay them out on my desk.

?Turn around and look at me, and don't look around the room.?

She turns to look at me.

?Now, crawl over here.?

As she begins to crawl, I take my seat on the ottoman.

?Sit,? I command as she reaches me.

?She sits back with her knees tucked under her.

?Do you want to talk about what is going on in your mind??

?No,? she replies.

?Open your mouth.?

She complies. Probing her mouth with my fingers, I feel her slide her tongue around them. Then she shuts her mouth and begins to suck. I pull my cock from my pants, and it replaces my fingers in her mouth. She begins working my cock with her mouth and reaches up to take hold of it.

?No hands. Put them behind your back.?

Without warning, I slap her across the face. Shocked, she looks up at me.

?Is your cunt wet??

With her mouth full, she nods.

I pull my cock away and return it to my pants and stand over her.

This woman, I know well. Her mind. Her body. Each such a prize. Tonight, it is about skin. I want her bound tightly, firmly, physically. With any attempt at movement, she will know she is fettered. She will have no choice but to wander out of her ruminating mind and feel the skin, the pain, the friction, and the impossibility of escape.

Pushing her down onto the ottoman, I straddle her. Facing her feet, I sit on her ass to hold her down. She struggles; however, there is nowhere for her to go. A length of rope is wrapped around her left ankle, knotted, then wrapped around her foot at the arch and knotted there. I repeat the same process on her right ankle and foot. While I secure her feet, she wiggles and squirms and complains that I am tickling her. This is not intentional. However, the hemp rope has little hairs on it that tickle her feet.

With two more lengths of rope, I wrap her legs by securing a rope slightly above each knee, taking care to firmly secure it without cutting off the circulation.

The ottoman is small, maybe 24 inches in diameter, and has five legs. I have positioned her so that one leg is aligned with her face.

To secure her to the ottoman, I affix the ropes just above her knees to the ottoman legs closer to her head with a simple knot that can be quickly adjusted. Then I secure the ropes around her feet to the legs farther back, again with a simple knot for quick adjustments. Secured in this manner, she can kneel but cannot get off the ottoman.

Pushing up from her ass, I stand over her, and she looks up at me.

?Kneel on the ottoman.?

She struggles to her knees and then sits back on her legs.

?Good girl.?

She smiles shyly and self-consciously looks down.

I walk over to her. Pushing her head into my crotch, I reach down and pinch her nipple until she makes a noise.

?Ooouch.?

I wrap a length of rope around her upper torso in order to create a strapless bra. Guiding the rope around her back, I create a figure eight, passing the rope under one breast and then crossing it over the top of other, all the while ensuring that the scratchy hemp brushes against her nipples. After eight wraps, I secure the rope with a knot between her breasts.

The rope does not bind her breasts but accentuates their curves. Her soft skin looks pale next to the tawny rope, and my senses are filled with the scent of her skin and the aroma of the hemp.

Taking two lengths of rope, I secure one to each side of the rope bra. These will serve to hold her torso tight to the ottoman.

Taking her by the neck, I push her face and shoulders down.

?Put your face and shoulders on the edge of the ottoman.?

?I don't think I can. It is too small.?

While she struggles to comply, I take the ropes attached to the bra and secure them to the?? to the legs of the ottoman adjacent to her torso.

To secure her in the form that I desire, I tie each of the ropes binding her to the ottoman. I tighten the ropes fastened to her knees so they pull her knees to the edge of the ottoman, then I secure rope between her knees in order to keep them from slipping off.

?That's what I want. Your cunt open for me to use.?

With her legs secured, I tie the ropes at her feet to the legs of the ottoman.

?Put your arms behind your back.?

I slowly wrench her upper torso towards her legs. With each tug of the rope, she is moved back an inch. A couple of tugs on the right and then a couple of tugs on the left bring her shoulders flat to the ottoman and her torso back as far as possible, I secure the ropes with a good solid knot. Her shoulders are on the ottoman, but her head hangs down. This allows me to use her mouth as I desire, and her ass is high with both holes exposed for use.

The ottoman has wheels, allowing me to spin her around as desired. I take a seat in the chair adjacent to the ottoman and spin her around so she is facing me.

I look at her. ?Hi, how are you doing??

She begins to answer.

?It is rhetorical,? I interrupt her. ?Give me your left hand.?

She raises her hand, and I secure the last piece of rope to it, securing it tightly to the leg directly below her. As I tie the left hand, she raises her right hand in anticipation.

?No. I am going to leave it free. You are going to punish yourself.?

I rotate the stool slightly and with my foot, push it into the middle of the room. She yelps.

Secured in this manner, she takes on the form of a high-heeled pump, her head being the toe and her ass and legs the heel. She looks wonderful restrained and under my control.

Getting up from the chair, I straddle her. Reaching down, I give her ass a good squeeze, and she squirms between my legs.

?This will get your mind off things.?

I lower my body, pressing into her, and begin to pat her ass lightly, alternating between cheeks. Her skin is cool under my palm. Soon, it begins to warm to my touch, and I go from patting to smacking. With the increased intensity, she begins to struggle against the restraints and me.

Now that her ass is nice and red, I slide a finger into her wet cunt.

?Fuck ...? comes from her.

With her in this position, I am able to probe her pussy deeply. She is wet, hot, and tight. Standing, I move behind her and slide two fingers deep, and I am able grind the pads of my fingers into her g-spot. The spot is swollen under my fingers. With each press, she grinds into my fingers and moans.

?Fuck, I want to come.? she says.

I reach down and grab a handful of her hair. ?Not yet,? I say, and slide a third finger into her tight hole.

I turn the ottoman with my fingers inside her and push her over to the leather chair. As she approaches the chair, she raises her head so it comes to rest on the chair. I step over her and the ottoman and sit down with her head between my legs.

Unbuttoning my pants, I pull out my cock and begin jacking off with a handful of her hair. Pulling her head up by her hair, I lower her onto my hard cock. Her mouth is warm and wet. However, fettered as she is, she can?t move much. I pull my cock from her mouth and spin her around.

There in front of me is her beautiful smooth cunt, her lips and clit protruding. I reach between her legs and grasp her hooded clit between my thumb and forefinger. She is wet, and it is difficult to hold her.

?Should I give it a squeeze??

?No,? she replies.

With her words, I squeeze her clit. She moans. Pain? Pleasure? As I release her clit, she moans again. My grasp has moved from her clit to her lips, which I pull and stretch as much as I can.

?Fuck ??

?Do you want me to eat your cunt??

?God ? yes!? she exclaims.

?Well, you will need to earn that.?

Rising to my feet, I push her away from me and pick up a rattan cane. Sliding the cane along her back as I step in front of her, I brush her face with the cane.

?Stick out your tongue.?

I drag the cane across her tongue.

?Wrap your tongue around it.?

She does so, and I slowly pull it from her tongue.

?I want to see you cry.?

My statement opens her eyes, and she glares at me.

?Please. ? No.?

Positioning myself behind her, I slide the cane between her legs, pressing it beside her clit and stroking it as if bowing a violin. On the backstroke, I allow the cane to cross the hood of her clit, and she gasps. Why? Perhaps the pleasure is too intense or perhaps she fears a splinter from the cane, no matter how unlikely. Like all my possessions, the cane is well cared for.

I crack her on the ass with the cane. Not hard, just a quick little smack. She jumps in response, more then the smack warrants. She is a bit surprised. Pulling back the cane, I whip it through the air. She jumps with the sound even though I don't strike her.

With the next whipping sound, I strike her ass harder then before. She yelps.

?Please,? she whimpers.

?Please, what??

?Please don't use the cane on me. I will be good.?

?I don't remember saying you weren't good.?

And I deliver another strike of the cane. This is a heavier blow, and it leaves a telltale mark across her right cheek.

?Fuuuck ?? comes from her.

I smack her again.

?Pleeease ??

?If you are not quiet, it is going to get harder.?

She screams with the next strike and struggles against the rope.

I kneel and turn her around so that I can see her face. I give her a light slap to gain her attention.

?Shove your right hand into your mouth. Deep. I want you quiet.?

She complies and begins to slowly insert her hand into her mouth.

?Deeper.?

She forces her hand deeper.

?Good girl.?

Rotating the ottoman, I give my attention to her ass and cunt. I slide two fingers into her. She is soaked. She may say she hates pain, but her body says otherwise.

With my fingers in her, I begin to smack her with the cane. I deliver four quick blows to her ass. I can hear her breathing around her hand. Then, I apply a couple of smacks to the back of each of her thighs. As the cane strikes her skin, I grind my fingers into her g-spot, and her cunt tightens around my fingers.

?That is going to leave a mark. No short skirts for a while.?

Next I apply a couple of whacks across the shoulders. Changing strike locations keeps her off guard. Quickly, I give her four more hard ones on her ass as I shove a third finger into her.

I slow the pace with deep steady penetration of her pussy. I look down at her. Her hand is covered in her drool, which is puddling on the floor.

?Remove your hand from your mouth.?

She moans with the removal of her hand, and I smack the sole of her foot.

?Fuuck ?? she screams.

?I want you to rub your clit. But you can?t come.?

Snaking her hand between her legs, she begins to touch herself.

?Will you do what I ask??

?Yes,? she quietly replies.

?What?? I say as I smack the sole of her foot even harder.

?Shiiit. ? Yes. I will do what you ask.? She screams.

?Good girl. I want you to slap your pussy for me. Begin slowly.?

She moves from rubbing to slightly slapping her pussy. All the while I continue to fuck her slowly with my hand.

?I want you keep rhythm with my tapping of your feet with the cane.?

I begin tapping the cane on the bottom her feet. Lightly, in a nice slow rhythm. Quickly, her slapping falls in line with my tapping.

?When you make a mistake and fall out of rhythm with me, you will have to pinch your clit.?

She matches my tempo as I slowly increase the rhythm.

Initially the rhythm is a simple 4/4 beat. Then I change it to a waltz. 1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3. And she matches my rhythm. The cane, her slapping, and my hand fucking are perfectly aligned in a perverse waltz of? smack, slap, and invade.

Again, I increase the rhythm. Her slapping increases along with her breathing. Then I abruptly stop tapping her with the cane. She continues for a few counts and then realizes that she has made a mistake.

?OK. Let me see you pinch that clit.?

I peer down at her hand grasping for her clit. She gives it a quick, gentle pinch.

?No. That is not going to do. You can do it, or I can do it.? I give the sole of her foot a hard smack.

She finches ?No.?

?Now grab your clit.?

She reaches between her legs, taking hold of her clit.

?Now squeeze.?

?Ohh, fuuck.?

?Squeeze harder and hold it.?

?Goddd. Fuuck.?

I crack her on the ass with the cane.

?I am going to come.?

?Stop.?

She releases her clit, and I smack her ass hard with the cane. The sensation has left her body quivering against the ropes.

I toss the cane aside, making her jump at the sound of it striking the floor. She begins to cry and heaves a bit. Then the tears flow. Removing my hand from her, I kneel near her face and brush back her hair. Her face is full of snot and spit and tears.

?It is OK. Just let it go. Don't think. Feel for a change.?

?Do you want to come?? I ask.

She nods her head.

I sit on the edge of the chair and pull the ottoman close in front of me. The slapping has left her pussy swollen and deeply red. I lean in and give her a long lick, starting at her clit. Taking her lips into my mouth, I begin to suck and tug on them. With each tug, she moans, and with what little movement is afforded to her, she attempts to grind into my face.

?Take your hand, and pull your hood back, I want to get to your swollen clit.?

?It is too sensitive.?

?Would you prefer my belt or the cane??

Quickly, her hand slides in between her legs, exposing her clit. I feel that little hard nub against my tongue, and I encircle it with my lips and suck on it. She moans and grinds with my sucking.

?Fuuck ? me,? she exclaims.

In this position, her hole is almost vertical, and I shove a couple of fingers into her as I continue licking and sucking on her clit. My lips are soaked with her juice and my spit. I take a long lick as I back off, saliva drooling between us, and my fingers are just gliding in and out of her cunt. I just love fingering a woman.

I withdraw my fingers and then slowly push them deep back into her, watching her lips roll into her along with my fingers, which tug on the hood of her clit. Then I insert another finger, now four, and fuck her harder.

?You can come when you want.?

?Thank you.?

With my hand fucking her hole, I lick her clit harder, faster. I suck on it and tug on it as she moans and struggles to keep her hand pulling her hood back.

With one deep stroke of my hand, she begins to come. Her muscles tighten and squeeze my fingers, and I have to force them into her and hold them there.

?I am coming!? she exclaims.

I continue sucking and licking her clit, and she tries to pull away from me. However, the ropes will not allow her. She removes her hand from holding her hood back in a vain attempt to protect her clit. I continue sucking and tugging on her. With her orgasm receding, I again begin to fuck her with my hand. The orgasm has left her cunt more relaxed, and I can fuck it harder and faster.

?Fuck ? Stop ? It is too sensitive. Please.?

Within moments, her pleading changes to moaning, and she begins to come again. Forcing my hand deep, I hold her clit between my lips, sucking it and flicking it with my tongue. The last of her orgasm causes her to strain against the ropes.

I stand. Pulling my fingers from her, I shove the ottoman spinning to the middle of the room. I sit down in the chair, looking at her across the room. She is a soft shell of the woman who came home this evening.

?Now, I am going to fuck your holes, each of them in turn, and I am going to come deep in your ass.?

She can't muster a word. She doesn't need to.

I remove my boots and socks and set them aside. Standing, I remove my t-shirt. Tossing it aside, I remove the belt from my pants and set it on the chair. Unbuttoning my jeans, I drop them to the floor and step out of them. My cock is hard, and the tip glistens with pre-cum.

Picking up the belt, I spit in one hand and begin to stroke my cock. It is hot with swollen veins. I crouch down near face.

?Stick out your tongue.?

She doesn't respond.

I grab her by the hair, and she sticks out her tongue. I squeeze the fluid from my cock onto her tongue and then shove my cock down her throat. I feel her tongue struggle around it. She is not able to move much, so I fuck her face. Every couple of strokes, I pull my cock from her mouth and rub it around her mouth and face, then shove it back into her mouth. Pushing it deep, I can feel her struggle not to gag.

?Get it very wet. It is going into your ass, and all we have is spit tonight.?

I pull my cock from her and force her to lick my sack as I stroke my cock above her face.

I brush back her hair and loop the belt through the buckle and pull it around her neck. I give it a quick tug.

?Perfect.?

Holding the belt in my left hand, I position myself behind her. Her cunt and ass are in the perfect position for me to fuck.

?Use your hand on yourself, while I fuck your little hole.?

In order to be able to penetrate and thrust without her moving away from me, I use the belt.

With the belt in one hand and my cock in the other, I rub the tip against her clit and lips, then I push the tip into her, pull it out and then push it in again. In one motion, I pull on the belt, choking her as I shove my cock deep into her. The belt muffles her moans.

I can feel her frantically rubbing her clit as my balls slap against her with my thrusting. Looking down at my cock violating her, I drool a large amount of spit onto her asshole. With my index finger, I start probing her tight asshole.

?Relax.?

My fingertip enters her as she begins to relax, and I push my finger into her, alternating strokes with my cock in her cunt. Finger in, cock out.

?Are you going to come again??

?Yesssss.? She moans. ?Please, fuck me harder.?

Now two fingers are penetrating her ass on the same stroke. Fingers in, cock in. She is full and tight, and I drool some more spit into my hand.

?Tell me when you are close to coming.?

?Fuck me harder. ? Please, fuck me.?

My thrusts are hard and fast, while with each stroke, ropes press into her flesh.

?I am going to come.?

With her words, I pull my cock from her cunt and my fingers from her ass, and I bury my cock in her ass quickly, without hesitation or care. She screams, and I silence her with the belt. I feel her ass convulse, and I begin to come. With each stroke, another jet of cum streams into her. My cum provides a little more lube, and I fuck her even harder until every drop is in her hole.

As my orgasm retreats, my cock slips out of her ass. I step back and take in the scene. Her holes are glazed with my cum and spit. She cries, as I begin to free her from the ropes. My aggressive use of her has caused the ropes to tighten, and I must cut her free. I use a pair of safety shears. With each cut of the rope, her body falls towards collapse. When enough ropes are removed, she falls into my arms, quivering and crying. I help her to the sofa, wrap her in a blanket and pull her close. As I wipe her tears, she nuzzles into me.? Tomorrow, we will talk about things.?

I feel her push into me in an attempt to merge our bodies.

Don't Think. Feel!

SFCityDom ? 2007

She is antsy, pensive; she came home with her thoughts reeling, and she cannot sit still. She needs to be taken out of her mind and put in her skin. No romance. No tenderness. No kiss. Just tie her up, beat her, fuck her, use her.

I tell her to strip, and she begins to argue with me.

Grabbing her by the neck, I say, ?That wasn't a request.?

?Oh,? she replies and gets naked.

I grab her arm and put it behind her, and we begin to walk to the den. She is being mouthy.

?I really don't feel up to this.? she says.

Giving her arm a bit of an upward twist, I push her forward.

?This isn't your decision,? I say.

We enter the den, ?Put your hands behind your back and your nose against the wall.?

?But ??

?Be quiet,? I interrupt her.

She places her nose against the wall and her hands behind her back.

?Good girl.?

I walk to a cabinet across the room. Unlocking the door, I retrieve the items I will need for this evening. Taking care that she doesn't see them, I lay them out on my desk.

?Turn around and look at me, and don't look around the room.?

She turns to look at me.

?Now, crawl over here.?

As she begins to crawl, I take my seat on the ottoman.

?Sit,? I command as she reaches me.

?She sits back with her knees tucked under her.

?Do you want to talk about what is going on in your mind??

?No,? she replies.

?Open your mouth.?

She complies. Probing her mouth with my fingers, I feel her slide her tongue around them. Then she shuts her mouth and begins to suck. I pull my cock from my pants, and it replaces my fingers in her mouth. She begins working my cock with her mouth and reaches up to take hold of it.

?No hands. Put them behind your back.?

Without warning, I slap her across the face. Shocked, she looks up at me.

?Is your cunt wet??

With her mouth full, she nods.

I pull my cock away and return it to my pants and stand over her.

This woman, I know well. Her mind. Her body. Each such a prize. Tonight, it is about skin. I want her bound tightly, firmly, physically. With any attempt at movement, she will know she is fettered. She will have no choice but to wander out of her ruminating mind and feel the skin, the pain, the friction, and the impossibility of escape.

Pushing her down onto the ottoman, I straddle her. Facing her feet, I sit on her ass to hold her down. She struggles; however, there is nowhere for her to go. A length of rope is wrapped around her left ankle, knotted, then wrapped around her foot at the arch and knotted there. I repeat the same process on her right ankle and foot. While I secure her feet, she wiggles and squirms and complains that I am tickling her. This is not intentional. However, the hemp rope has little hairs on it that tickle her feet.

With two more lengths of rope, I wrap her legs by securing a rope slightly above each knee, taking care to firmly secure it without cutting off the circulation.

The ottoman is small, maybe 24 inches in diameter, and has five legs. I have positioned her so that one leg is aligned with her face.

To secure her to the ottoman, I affix the ropes just above her knees to the ottoman legs closer to her head with a simple knot that can be quickly adjusted. Then I secure the ropes around her feet to the legs farther back, again with a simple knot for quick adjustments. Secured in this manner, she can kneel but cannot get off the ottoman.

Pushing up from her ass, I stand over her, and she looks up at me.

?Kneel on the ottoman.?

She struggles to her knees and then sits back on her legs.

?Good girl.?

She smiles shyly and self-consciously looks down.

I walk over to her. Pushing her head into my crotch, I reach down and pinch her nipple until she makes a noise.

?Ooouch.?

I wrap a length of rope around her upper torso in order to create a strapless bra. Guiding the rope around her back, I create a figure eight, passing the rope under one breast and then crossing it over the top of other, all the while ensuring that the scratchy hemp brushes against her nipples. After eight wraps, I secure the rope with a knot between her breasts.

The rope does not bind her breasts but accentuates their curves. Her soft skin looks pale next to the tawny rope, and my senses are filled with the scent of her skin and the aroma of the hemp.

Taking two lengths of rope, I secure one to each side of the rope bra. These will serve to hold her torso tight to the ottoman.

Taking her by the neck, I push her face and shoulders down.

?Put your face and shoulders on the edge of the ottoman.?

?I don't think I can. It is too small.?

While she struggles to comply, I take the ropes attached to the bra and secure them to the?? to the legs of the ottoman adjacent to her torso.

To secure her in the form that I desire, I tie each of the ropes binding her to the ottoman. I tighten the ropes fastened to her knees so they pull her knees to the edge of the ottoman, then I secure rope between her knees in order to keep them from slipping off.

?That's what I want. Your cunt open for me to use.?

With her legs secured, I tie the ropes at her feet to the legs of the ottoman.

?Put your arms behind your back.?

I slowly wrench her upper torso towards her legs. With each tug of the rope, she is moved back an inch. A couple of tugs on the right and then a couple of tugs on the left bring her shoulders flat to the ottoman and her torso back as far as possible, I secure the ropes with a good solid knot. Her shoulders are on the ottoman, but her head hangs down. This allows me to use her mouth as I desire, and her ass is high with both holes exposed for use.

The ottoman has wheels, allowing me to spin her around as desired. I take a seat in the chair adjacent to the ottoman and spin her around so she is facing me.

I look at her. ?Hi, how are you doing??

She begins to answer.

?It is rhetorical,? I interrupt her. ?Give me your left hand.?

She raises her hand, and I secure the last piece of rope to it, securing it tightly to the leg directly below her. As I tie the left hand, she raises her right hand in anticipation.

?No. I am going to leave it free. You are going to punish yourself.?

I rotate the stool slightly and with my foot, push it into the middle of the room. She yelps.

Secured in this manner, she takes on the form of a high-heeled pump, her head being the toe and her ass and legs the heel. She looks wonderful restrained and under my control.

Getting up from the chair, I straddle her. Reaching down, I give her ass a good squeeze, and she squirms between my legs.

?This will get your mind off things.?

I lower my body, pressing into her, and begin to pat her ass lightly, alternating between cheeks. Her skin is cool under my palm. Soon, it begins to warm to my touch, and I go from patting to smacking. With the increased intensity, she begins to struggle against the restraints and me.

Now that her ass is nice and red, I slide a finger into her wet cunt.

?Fuck ...? comes from her.

With her in this position, I am able to probe her pussy deeply. She is wet, hot, and tight. Standing, I move behind her and slide two fingers deep, and I am able grind the pads of my fingers into her g-spot. The spot is swollen under my fingers. With each press, she grinds into my fingers and moans.

?Fuck, I want to come.? she says.

I reach down and grab a handful of her hair. ?Not yet,? I say, and slide a third finger into her tight hole.

I turn the ottoman with my fingers inside her and push her over to the leather chair. As she approaches the chair, she raises her head so it comes to rest on the chair. I step over her and the ottoman and sit down with her head between my legs.

Unbuttoning my pants, I pull out my cock and begin jacking off with a handful of her hair. Pulling her head up by her hair, I lower her onto my hard cock. Her mouth is warm and wet. However, fettered as she is, she can?t move much. I pull my cock from her mouth and spin her around.

There in front of me is her beautiful smooth cunt, her lips and clit protruding. I reach between her legs and grasp her hooded clit between my thumb and forefinger. She is wet, and it is difficult to hold her.

?Should I give it a squeeze??

?No,? she replies.

With her words, I squeeze her clit. She moans. Pain? Pleasure? As I release her clit, she moans again. My grasp has moved from her clit to her lips, which I pull and stretch as much as I can.

?Fuck ??

?Do you want me to eat your cunt??

?God ? yes!? she exclaims.

?Well, you will need to earn that.?

Rising to my feet, I push her away from me and pick up a rattan cane. Sliding the cane along her back as I step in front of her, I brush her face with the cane.

?Stick out your tongue.?

I drag the cane across her tongue.

?Wrap your tongue around it.?

She does so, and I slowly pull it from her tongue.

?I want to see you cry.?

My statement opens her eyes, and she glares at me.

?Please. ? No.?

Positioning myself behind her, I slide the cane between her legs, pressing it beside her clit and stroking it as if bowing a violin. On the backstroke, I allow the cane to cross the hood of her clit, and she gasps. Why? Perhaps the pleasure is too intense or perhaps she fears a splinter from the cane, no matter how unlikely. Like all my possessions, the cane is well cared for.

I crack her on the ass with the cane. Not hard, just a quick little smack. She jumps in response, more then the smack warrants. She is a bit surprised. Pulling back the cane, I whip it through the air. She jumps with the sound even though I don't strike her.

With the next whipping sound, I strike her ass harder then before. She yelps.

?Please,? she whimpers.

?Please, what??

?Please don't use the cane on me. I will be good.?

?I don't remember saying you weren't good.?

And I deliver another strike of the cane. This is a heavier blow, and it leaves a telltale mark across her right cheek.

?Fuuuck ?? comes from her.

I smack her again.

?Pleeease ??

?If you are not quiet, it is going to get harder.?

She screams with the next strike and struggles against the rope.

I kneel and turn her around so that I can see her face. I give her a light slap to gain her attention.

?Shove your right hand into your mouth. Deep. I want you quiet.?

She complies and begins to slowly insert her hand into her mouth.

?Deeper.?

She forces her hand deeper.

?Good girl.?

Rotating the ottoman, I give my attention to her ass and cunt. I slide two fingers into her. She is soaked. She may say she hates pain, but her body says otherwise.

With my fingers in her, I begin to smack her with the cane. I deliver four quick blows to her ass. I can hear her breathing around her hand. Then, I apply a couple of smacks to the back of each of her thighs. As the cane strikes her skin, I grind my fingers into her g-spot, and her cunt tightens around my fingers.

?That is going to leave a mark. No short skirts for a while.?

Next I apply a couple of whacks across the shoulders. Changing strike locations keeps her off guard. Quickly, I give her four more hard ones on her ass as I shove a third finger into her.

I slow the pace with deep steady penetration of her pussy. I look down at her. Her hand is covered in her drool, which is puddling on the floor.

?Remove your hand from your mouth.?

She moans with the removal of her hand, and I smack the sole of her foot.

?Fuuck ?? she screams.

?I want you to rub your clit. But you can?t come.?

Snaking her hand between her legs, she begins to touch herself.

?Will you do what I ask??

?Yes,? she quietly replies.

?What?? I say as I smack the sole of her foot even harder.

?Shiiit. ? Yes. I will do what you ask.? She screams.

?Good girl. I want you to slap your pussy for me. Begin slowly.?

She moves from rubbing to slightly slapping her pussy. All the while I continue to fuck her slowly with my hand.

?I want you keep rhythm with my tapping of your feet with the cane.?

I begin tapping the cane on the bottom her feet. Lightly, in a nice slow rhythm. Quickly, her slapping falls in line with my tapping.

?When you make a mistake and fall out of rhythm with me, you will have to pinch your clit.?

She matches my tempo as I slowly increase the rhythm.

Initially the rhythm is a simple 4/4 beat. Then I change it to a waltz. 1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3. And she matches my rhythm. The cane, her slapping, and my hand fucking are perfectly aligned in a perverse waltz of? smack, slap, and invade.

Again, I increase the rhythm. Her slapping increases along with her breathing. Then I abruptly stop tapping her with the cane. She continues for a few counts and then realizes that she has made a mistake.

?OK. Let me see you pinch that clit.?

I peer down at her hand grasping for her clit. She gives it a quick, gentle pinch.

?No. That is not going to do. You can do it, or I can do it.? I give the sole of her foot a hard smack.

She finches ?No.?

?Now grab your clit.?

She reaches between her legs, taking hold of her clit.

?Now squeeze.?

?Ohh, fuuck.?

?Squeeze harder and hold it.?

?Goddd. Fuuck.?

I crack her on the ass with the cane.

?I am going to come.?

?Stop.?

She releases her clit, and I smack her ass hard with the cane. The sensation has left her body quivering against the ropes.

I toss the cane aside, making her jump at the sound of it striking the floor. She begins to cry and heaves a bit. Then the tears flow. Removing my hand from her, I kneel near her face and brush back her hair. Her face is full of snot and spit and tears.

?It is OK. Just let it go. Don't think. Feel for a change.?

?Do you want to come?? I ask.

She nods her head.

I sit on the edge of the chair and pull the ottoman close in front of me. The slapping has left her pussy swollen and deeply red. I lean in and give her a long lick, starting at her clit. Taking her lips into my mouth, I begin to suck and tug on them. With each tug, she moans, and with what little movement is afforded to her, she attempts to grind into my face.

?Take your hand, and pull your hood back, I want to get to your swollen clit.?

?It is too sensitive.?

?Would you prefer my belt or the cane??

Quickly, her hand slides in between her legs, exposing her clit. I feel that little hard nub against my tongue, and I encircle it with my lips and suck on it. She moans and grinds with my sucking.

?Fuuck ? me,? she exclaims.

In this position, her hole is almost vertical, and I shove a couple of fingers into her as I continue licking and sucking on her clit. My lips are soaked with her juice and my spit. I take a long lick as I back off, saliva drooling between us, and my fingers are just gliding in and out of her cunt. I just love fingering a woman.

I withdraw my fingers and then slowly push them deep back into her, watching her lips roll into her along with my fingers, which tug on the hood of her clit. Then I insert another finger, now four, and fuck her harder.

?You can come when you want.?

?Thank you.?

With my hand fucking her hole, I lick her clit harder, faster. I suck on it and tug on it as she moans and struggles to keep her hand pulling her hood back.

With one deep stroke of my hand, she begins to come. Her muscles tighten and squeeze my fingers, and I have to force them into her and hold them there.

?I am coming!? she exclaims.

I continue sucking and licking her clit, and she tries to pull away from me. However, the ropes will not allow her. She removes her hand from holding her hood back in a vain attempt to protect her clit. I continue sucking and tugging on her. With her orgasm receding, I again begin to fuck her with my hand. The orgasm has left her cunt more relaxed, and I can fuck it harder and faster.

?Fuck ? Stop ? It is too sensitive. Please.?

Within moments, her pleading changes to moaning, and she begins to come again. Forcing my hand deep, I hold her clit between my lips, sucking it and flicking it with my tongue. The last of her orgasm causes her to strain against the ropes.

I stand. Pulling my fingers from her, I shove the ottoman spinning to the middle of the room. I sit down in the chair, looking at her across the room. She is a soft shell of the woman who came home this evening.

?Now, I am going to fuck your holes, each of them in turn, and I am going to come deep in your ass.?

She can't muster a word. She doesn't need to.

I remove my boots and socks and set them aside. Standing, I remove my t-shirt. Tossing it aside, I remove the belt from my pants and set it on the chair. Unbuttoning my jeans, I drop them to the floor and step out of them. My cock is hard, and the tip glistens with pre-cum.

Picking up the belt, I spit in one hand and begin to stroke my cock. It is hot with swollen veins. I crouch down near face.

?Stick out your tongue.?

She doesn't respond.

I grab her by the hair, and she sticks out her tongue. I squeeze the fluid from my cock onto her tongue and then shove my cock down her throat. I feel her tongue struggle around it. She is not able to move much, so I fuck her face. Every couple of strokes, I pull my cock from her mouth and rub it around her mouth and face, then shove it back into her mouth. Pushing it deep, I can feel her struggle not to gag.

?Get it very wet. It is going into your ass, and all we have is spit tonight.?

I pull my cock from her and force her to lick my sack as I stroke my cock above her face.

I brush back her hair and loop the belt through the buckle and pull it around her neck. I give it a quick tug.

?Perfect.?

Holding the belt in my left hand, I position myself behind her. Her cunt and ass are in the perfect position for me to fuck.

?Use your hand on yourself, while I fuck your little hole.?

In order to be able to penetrate and thrust without her moving away from me, I use the belt.

With the belt in one hand and my cock in the other, I rub the tip against her clit and lips, then I push the tip into her, pull it out and then push it in again. In one motion, I pull on the belt, choking her as I shove my cock deep into her. The belt muffles her moans.

I can feel her frantically rubbing her clit as my balls slap against her with my thrusting. Looking down at my cock violating her, I drool a large amount of spit onto her asshole. With my index finger, I start probing her tight asshole.

?Relax.?

My fingertip enters her as she begins to relax, and I push my finger into her, alternating strokes with my cock in her cunt. Finger in, cock out.

?Are you going to come again??

?Yesssss.? She moans. ?Please, fuck me harder.?

Now two fingers are penetrating her ass on the same stroke. Fingers in, cock in. She is full and tight, and I drool some more spit into my hand.

?Tell me when you are close to coming.?

?Fuck me harder. ? Please, fuck me.?

My thrusts are hard and fast, while with each stroke, ropes press into her flesh.

?I am going to come.?

With her words, I pull my cock from her cunt and my fingers from her ass, and I bury my cock in her ass quickly, without hesitation or care. She screams, and I silence her with the belt. I feel her ass convulse, and I begin to come. With each stroke, another jet of cum streams into her. My cum provides a little more lube, and I fuck her even harder until every drop is in her hole.

As my orgasm retreats, my cock slips out of her ass. I step back and take in the scene. Her holes are glazed with my cum and spit. She cries, as I begin to free her from the ropes. My aggressive use of her has caused the ropes to tighten, and I must cut her free. I use a pair of safety shears. With each cut of the rope, her body falls towards collapse. When enough ropes are removed, she falls into my arms, quivering and crying. I help her to the sofa, wrap her in a blanket and pull her close. As I wipe her tears, she nuzzles into me.? Tomorrow, we will talk about things.?

I feel her push into me in an attempt to merge our bodies.

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Tmkoc Episode 5 The Unthinkable

Hello dosto. Im back with another episode of this series. Thank u guyz for an amazing reponse to older episodes. As u all know im humraaj near vadodara. Any female wants to contact can mail me on Chaliye episode pe badhte hai. Jaisa ki aap sab jante hai jethalal komal aur madhvi ki chudai karke compound mein aata hai aur mehta ko batata hai. Dono madhvi ko dekh ke smile karte hai aur madhvi gusse mein waha se chali jati hai. Ab shaam hone ko hai aur sab thake hare apne ghar pe aaram kar rahe...

A wife finally does the unthinkable

Jill’s life changed dramatically two years ago. Her husband of then 8 years, was in a bad auto accident. He would need several surgeries to repair the damage and had to quit his job. Jill now had to become the bread winner, while also taking care of their two young sons. Now two years later, things are still the same. Jill now 35 also had to take on the responsibility of taking care of her ailing husband along with her other responsibilities. She had so many things taken away from her...

Unthinkable Love

It was 2:30 in the afternoon, I was laying in my bed trying to take a nap when my cell went off. Marvin's Room started to play, I knew it was Derick.Derick and I lived in the same small town but never met, we connected on a popular social networking site last month. We soon exchanged numbers and started texting all day. After about three days we decided to meet up and hang out, that is where it all began.The first time I saw him my heart stopped and the only word that came out of my mouth when...

WenatcheeChapter 6 The Unthinkable

As Thanksgiving approached, I found myself conflicted with thoughts of Gisele and Joyce. Gisele was the desirable woman who was quite forward about admitting her interest in me. I was still married to Joyce, however. That might be more of a technicality, but just the same, I felt an obligation to my vows. Until our divorce was final, I was a married man and I intended to act like one. Pete had formally filed the divorce papers citing irreconcilable differences. If ever there was a proper...

Deja Vu AscendancyChapter 220 Julia Thinks About My Image I Think About My Proximity Range

Monday, May 16, 2005 (Continued) I drove home puzzling about why Sensei's range limit worked so unlike mine. I had absolutely no doubt that mine was a three-foot radius sphere centered on my belly; that'd been proved countless times. For example, when the bell rang at the end of a class and everyone tried to get out the door at the same time, I'd be in a throng of jostling people. Between their leg, arm and head movements, there was enough ki flowing around me to 'paint' what was very...

God thinks Im funny Parts 1 2 and 3

I like church girls. I guess that's my MO. Won't every catch me though, that "good girl" tendency is the closest thing to a pattern they'll find. There’s always a pattern though. Constantly plagued by it. Even if you never have a pattern, never having a pattern becomes a pattern, right? Maybe I over-think it, but that’s what keeps me ahead. I definitely have one common factor in all my attacks though. I never let them live. For a while, I never left DNA evidence, but it became too much...

Feelings

Feelings We all have feelings. No matter who we are or what we do or how we live, we have feelings. I would like to explore some of my feelings and, possibly, some of your feelings as well. For example: When a GG enters a Beauty Salon, she may have feelings of entitlement, smugness, anticipation of happiness, adulation and relaxation. When a Cross Dresser enters the same Beauty Salon, he may have feelings of anxiety, uncertainness, and, surely, feelings of hopefulness and...

The Little Girl Whow Thinks Differently

Introduction: Based on true events Let me tell you a story. A story about the little girl, who thinks so much differently from everyone else. She sat alone shivering, her clothes gone and forbidden. She looked about the unfamiliar place, unable to gather any comfort from its distant atmosphere. She looked down at her feet. the unforgiving material pressed into her flesh, causing her toes to tingle and eventually go cold and numb. How dare she think of removing the wreched shoes that bit into...

OMG Dad thinks Im Mom

Dolly is the first of three children. Her entire family are lovely people who live in a regular suburban locality. Dolly has always been a good kid and a perfect role model to her siblings, extended family, friends and probably even the neighbourhood.Dolly’s father, Dick, was delighted when his first-born was a daughter and he was even happier when she inherited her mother’s looks and not his. As an expression of his sincere tribute to the fact that his daughter looked unbelievably like her...

Old Feelings

Old Feelings Jack slowly woke up, sunlight filled the bedroom. He looked over to the other side of the bed and was temporarily confused because it was empty. "Library," he groaned. His wife Debbie had wanted to find something part time to occupy herself. She wasn't happy that she was going to work every other Saturday, but she liked the idea of working at the library so she bit the bullet and took the job. Three days each week from 7:30 until 4:30. Jack was sort of happy with the...

But Mom She thinks Im a girl

It was the summer of 1962 and my parents informed me that they were taking a much needed vacation. My older brother and sister were going to spend time at my uncles farm and I was going to go to my Aunt Mary's. But mom, I exclaimed., I don't want to go there, she know she thinks for some reason I'm a girl. Don't you remember what she sent me last Christmas. Yes. my mother replied., I still have it hanging in my closet. I think it's a nice dress. It is velvet you know plus it has a real...

Dad thinks Im Mom PT 2

Dad thinks I'm Mom (PT 2)Part 1 is a must read so you can understand the story.Hi mom welcome back! How was your trip? How's Auntie Lisa & the baby? It's good to be back Amy, I missed you. I'll tell you both everything at dinner.Help me take the suitcase to the bedroom. Yes dear.What's the plan with Amy? I'll tell you, but first I haven't been fucked in a month, Donna said opening my belt. Close the door! No, leave it open enough for Amy to hear us & maybe peek her head in.Donna went...

Such Incredible Feelings

SUCH INCREDIBLE FEELINGS SUCH INCREDIBLE FEELINGSI'm not sure how old I was when I began to have the thoughts- I always knew that I had desires that were a little bit different to normal, but I thought to myself that they must be natural because otherwise I wouldn't have them..? I knew that wanting to be hit was definitely not what most girls wanted, but the feelings I had were so strong within me I knew I could not resist them, even if they were a little weird.?? I remember the first...

My Aunt Thinks I Am A Child 8211 Part 1

One day I was coming from school and I saw that my parents were going somewhere. When I asked they said that my dadi is not well and they are going to village ..my uncle aunt used to stay near the citi & my mother told me that I have to stay with them until they return from village.so I obeyed my parents. Now let me describe my aunt in sexy language. She is a fair tall & slim girl having two round football size boobs on her chest. Her ass can make any innocent man wild as they used to invite...

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