I grasp your balls. You give the slightest breath of a reaction, so I squeeze them and give them a small yank. Just enough to cause discomfort, but no real pain. You reward me with the tiniest grunt. Music to my ears. I slide my hand further, kissing your ass again at the same time, and I find your dick, semi-hard and I grip it softly. Reacting to my touch, it grows in my hand. With my other, I can feel the skin of your balls moving with your increasing arousal.
I bite you’re the flesh of you, just enough to cause pain. And at the same time, I squeeze you with both hands. You give a stifled grunt of a cry. I hold pressure, and you quieten, become still. Very good.
Stepping back, I pick up the flogger. Deliberately, I begin swinging it, so it does not touch you, but you feel the air movement over your naked skin.
How deliciously vulnerable you look, cuffed as you are to the door.
Slowly, I let the flogger get closer and closer to you, until it begins to stroke downwards over the flesh right at the crack of your ass. You jump and I’m grinning. Taking an audible breath, you relax your muscles. Your hands hang limply.
The flogger lands softly, over and over, the sound of the contact obscene in the peace of the room. Gentle strokes that I know from experience are buzzing through your body to your core. There’s no real pain, just a warmth flooding out from your ass. I wonder if it’s making you harder.
You Beg
A minute of this gentle tease of a punishment passes. You remain relaxed and quiet, and your skin is reddening nicely. My flogger has left no part of it untouched.
You surprise me then.
“More, please,” you beg in a small voice, and the room becomes silent. I run the flogger through my hands, feeling the warmth of the tails. Considering you.
Interesting.
Do I give you what you want?
I step close to you and press my summer-dress-clad self against you, kissing you exactly between your shoulder blades. You shudder, tensing up. Your hands are fists in their cuffs.
On tiptoes, I whisper into your ear, “you want more pain?”
You nod.
“Speak,” I say again.
“Yes, please.”
“Turn around.”
You struggle, but manage it, your arms are crossed above your head. It doesn’t look comfortable. Fine, that’s what you want. Stepping back I admire you from the front, mmh your dick is answering for you, again. Your nipples are hard peaks on your chest, and I find I want to taste you. All of you. Ah, so fucking distracting.
No Mercy
Time to lose the summer dress. I take the hem of it in my hands and pull it off over my head, drop it onto the tidy pile of your clothes on the table. You look at my body, eyes lingering on my naked tits, and your semi-hard dick gives a little pulse. Enticing. I’ve never been more tempted to drop to my knees.
Damn it.
I swing the flogger again. This time it’s faster, the tails swooshing audibly, and it gets nearer to your chest. Your lips part, watching the slow approach. And with the first contact, your gaze flicks to lock with mine. And I punish you. Never once touching the same part of you. I am gentle though, just a bite of pain. If you want more, I know now, that you’ll ask for it.
You don’t.
“Close your eyes.”
You begin to jump with each bright little bite of pain. Lovely. And your cock is flooded now, solid and jumping with each and every lick. Mesmerising.
Eventually, I stop, and you open your eyes, looking at me with total desperation written all over your face.
Of course I give you the choice. Be freed and fuck me. Or stay cuffed and I’ll blow you where you stand.
And of course, you choose to remain cuffed. I sink to my knees before you and press my tits to your thigh, then I take you into my mouth. Merciless. Just properly pumping you.
It doesn’t take long, and right before you come, you gasp, “Please, I’m going to -” but it’s too late.
Your jizz is pumping out of you in proper bursts of liquid joy, hard and fast. You watch it, your eyes wide, hands balled into fists above your head, your whole body taut and quivering.
You cannot look away. You see your jizz spurting all over my tits, dripping down over my body.
I trail a finger through your jizz, and just before I slip it between my lips, I say:
“Next time, own me.”