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TopCrop2 70M
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2/11/2019 2:12 pm
Stair Well Oct 2018


His message was clear and precise. “Prepare yourself. Prepare your skin. It will be beaten. Prepare your hair. I will pull it. Prepare your wrists and legs to be tied. Prepare your lips, keep them soft and glossy so that I may glide across them. Prepare your breasts assuring that they hold the heat they will feel. Prepare your throat for it will be clasped and bitten. Prepare your thighs that they shine and welcome the beating to come, Prepare your ass that they demand the strap. Prepare your pussy for the tickle of leather strands. And prepare your ass that it may be hooked.” A column of prepares left for me on the front table. More was written. “Wear only your warmest button up wool cardigan dress – the short, blue one. The air may be chilly. But nothing of value as it may be cut and destroyed. Midday, His voice on the phone. “Be at the old stable at 6 PM”

I am there at 5:55. I cannot say “no”. I am not allowed to say “no”. Not when the commands are like this. It is chilly standing at the stable. There are noises as the animals shuffle about in their stalls. I look around. There are hooks hanging from beams. Normal equipment for a stable. More sinister for me. One hook is stainless steel. A ball is at the end of the hook. I go up to it and examine it. His voice comes from behind: “Slip the ball into your mouth. Hold yourself up on its strength. Remove your dress.”

“Unbutton your dress and drop it. Turn toward me. Show me your breasts. They are proud and strong. Eager for touches, kisses, and my attention. Put your arms out.” He reaches above, pulls down ropes with cuffs, cuffing my wrists before pulling my arms up above my head. Cuffs are put on my legs and I shuffle them wide as He ties them securely apart. He rubs a mildly fragrant, and warming oil across my body, massaging it into my skin, my back, my ass. Then my shoulders and works the oil into my breasts. Over my tum, and sliding down my thighs and back up inside my thighs. Over and over. Around and around. Finally fingering my clit. Spanking me with the other hand as my clit is rubbed and palmed. Slipping fingers into me as He tells me to keep sucking at the metal ball in my mouth. Using his own mouth to suckle at my nipples, pulling them slightly and then harder until they are being engulfed by His mouth. Sinking his teeth lightly onto my nipple as two fingers enter my pussy and another my ass. Pumping my holes. He whispers. “You may not come”

He pulls his hands from me, stepping back, watching me moan and sway, eyes only slits watching him. He pulls the hook and ball from my mouth, releasing the rope lower. It slips gently into my ass and glides up as he ties off its rope. His pulls on the rope causing the ball to jostle inside me, making me spasm and jerk in my pleasure.

From a nearby bench, He picks up a new flogger. Heavy falls. He dances these across my back, moving around me as he slowly spreads their heat throughout my backside. When the leather strikes my hook, the jerk inside me sends electric shocks throughout both my holes. He chooses another flogger, strands of leather. This is used on my thighs, wrapping inside them and leaving stings. Stings which repeated cause my legs to redden, showing the extreme heat that I am feeling. “Touch me. I want to come.” Silence.
The new flogger is taken to my back. It is long as it lashes across my back. He moves closer, closing the distance. The strands of leather begin to wrap around my side. They move closer and closer to my breasts. First one side, Then the other. Over and over again. Not hard. Not quite bruising. But stinging as the narrow strips of leather play across my breasts, touching and tweaking at my nipples. From behind, He moves the lashes lower and across my thighs. They tickle inside me. The heat I feel now on my breasts, my back and now my thighs is intense. I rock, causing the ball to move about inside me. No release for me.

The leather strands now are dropping across my hips, down to my pussy. They strike softly on my lips. I feel my wetness growing, dripping on the strands, making the leather heavier and causing them to bite just a bit harder.

My hands are lowered. I am pushed forward and my hands put up against a stack of hay bales. He takes some hay, roughly brushing my back and my ass and my thighs. He comes up to me from behind. His cock dances on my clit, on my lips, and pushes firmly into me. He thrusts into me. My pussy is clenching, releasing, clenching in no pattern or purpose. I can not control it, as usually I can. I can feel his cock rubbing against the metal ball inside my other hole. I want to come. I moan I want to come.

He takes the hook and ball from my ass. On his next thrust he enters my ass. He eases in and as I welcome him he moves deliberately forcing himself further and further into me. Finally, as I feel him swell, He shouts, “Hold me, take me, and give me your pleasure.”


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