And so it begins.

“I… I’m nervous” she says timidly.
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“You should be” I say, as I buckle the leather bit gag into place, pulling it deep into her mouth to silence any subsequent running commentary.
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She was wearing hosiery, all dressed up for a night of dinner, drinks then a bit of fetish fun… but I was unable to resist her, and they came off within a matter of moments of checking in to the motel room. Pantyhose might have protected her creamy skin from rope burns and marks from the silk sashes tightly around her ankles and wrists, and maybe have prevented the leather quirt from leaving “love marks” upon her tender hiney… but we’ll have to test that theory on our next session.
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She’s sitting on the bed, and I slip the black satin blindfold in place. She helps me to adjust it until it is just perfect. Not wanting to give her much time to ponder her predicament or entertain the notion of backing out… I quickly nudge her to the center of the bed and have her lie down comfortably on her tummy.
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I lean close to her ear, breathing in deeply, smelling her hair “Hands behind your back lover, give them to me, Now.” One hand came back immediately… and I sensed a little apprehension as she rested her left hand on the small of her back. I gently wrapped the red silk sash around her right wrist, then encircled her left writs, careful not to cinch her arms too tightly together, since she was going to be in this position for quite a while.
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Spread your legs love, too late to be shy now.
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She obediently opens herself to me, her ankles reaching down to the far corners of the bed where 2 additional red satin sashes are waiting. I secure her ankles at the corners of the mattress, holding her legs wide apart. I cannot help but to look at her smooth, freshly-shaved pussy, my cock throbs, eager to push and probe inside.
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I sit on the bed next to her, call-up “The Romantic Collection” on my I-pod’s album selection menu, press “play,” then slip the earphones onto her head.
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“Are you comfortable, my pet?” I say in a conversational tone.
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[No response]
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She’s mine now...
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completely helpless...
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isolated from the rest of the world...
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and vulnerable...
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just the way I crave her to be for me.
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The plug said “medium” and it’s girth seemed appropriate. I have no doubt she could handle larger, but it wasn’t my objective tonight to stretch her sweet spot... just to help her to become used to having me... or something else, inside.
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The drops of “Astroglyde” trickled down the shaft of the butt plug...
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coating it...
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preparing it to be nestled in the most wonderful of places.

She remained motionless as I placed the tip of the toy on her puckered bumm, but began squirming as the plug began to sink into her ass.

Maybe as a distraction, or maybe because I couldn’t help myself, I leaned down and began to kiss on her sweet cheeks. Her moan almost startled me, breaking the silence in the room. My teeth clamp down on her tender fanny as I push another inch of her new toy into her ass.
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Her hips gyrate and the plug sinks all the way in and I feel her rosebud clamp around the base of the plug, holding it tightly in place...
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all to the intoxicating sounds of her moans and gagged whimpers.
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“Mmmm, lovely” I say outloud as I admire my handwork... smiling as she continues her gyrations...
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oblivious to anything I say...
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lost in her own dark and music-filled world of bondage and deviant delights.
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Taking up the whip, I eye her pale bumm… her alabaster cheeks and the base of the black plug nestled between them are striking... but as I draw the quirt across my body, preparing to unleash a backhand on her soft flesh, I cannot hide the smile growing on my face, or the erection straining towards my pleasure pet.
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>>SNICKT<< . . . The quirt is just a short braided leather whip, only a couple of feet long, the West’s version of a riding crop.
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It as only two long leather tails that do all of it’s talking. . . . .


>>SNICKT<<

>>SNICKT<<
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Her whimpers excite me. . . . .



>>SNICKT<<



>>SNICKT<<


[her toes curl] . . . . . . .
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Welts immediately streak across her reddening bumm, raised and white for a moment… then settling to a bright red to match the silk sashes binding her wrists on the small of her back. . . . . .
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During our lovemaking with the whip, her hands open and close occasionally, but never try to reach down and cover her cheeks or shield them from the bites of the leather.




“Impressive” [raising an eyebrow]




>>SNICKT<<

>>SNICKT<<

>>SNICKT<<

>>SNICKT<<




On the most intense of swats, I see the base of her anal plug sink further into her bumm, pulled deeper by her clenching of her ass.



>>SNICKT<< >>SNICKT<< >>SNICKT<< >>SNICKT<<


My lash purposely strikes the base of the plug and her hiney sways slowly from side to side.
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Even bound and immobilized, she finds ways to taunt and tease me.


>>SNICKT<< >>SNICKT<<


>>SNICKT<< >>SNICKT<<




Her bumm looks like it is on fire! I step closer and place a cool hand on her red cheek…
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. . . . the heat is incredible.



“Oh lover, what are you doing to me?”




She moans and shivers as my hand soothes her tortured ass. . .
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I feel goosebumps form and can’t help but smile down at my pet


>>SNICKT<< >>SNICKT<<



She twitches a bit, clearly not quite braced for that last round of swats.
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Even my eyes are smiling.


>>SNICKT<< >>SNICKT<< >>SNICKT<< >>SNICKT<< >>SNICKT<< >>SNICKT<<


A part of me wants her to cry out. . . I want her to know that I can break her and take her out of her comfort zone, if it pleases me. . .
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but the lash only draws moans, whimpers and squirms from her.


I don’t know how much longer I can hold out.


>>SNICKT<< >>SNICKT<< >>SNICKT<< >>SNICKT<< >>SNICKT<< >>SNICKT<< >>SNICKT<< >>SNICKT<< >>SNICKT<< >>SNICKT<< >>SNICKT<< >>SNICKT<<



My hand caresses her cheeks again, rubbing some of the sting from them. . .
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then, as she gyrates her hiney a bit, my fingers press the base of the toy, sinking the plug deeper into her ass.


My fingers reach down and rub her swollen pussy. . . the satin smooth lips fall open for me and I am surprised at how wet she is.
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“Oh, my.”
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[she stifles a giggle]
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My fingers sink into her wet velvety puss hungrily, probing and feeling her from the inside.


I can feel how the plug in her bumm presses against flesh separating my two favorite places and I can’t help but push and gyrate my fingers into her, smiling wildly as the base of the plug in her ass reacts.
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I gather my fingers together and smoothly but firmly, ease my hand into her dripping cunt, my face flushes red at how open and welcoming her body is for me. . . . . Her hips come alive and begin to grind against my as I lay beside her on the bed, one hand buried inside of her as my other pushes her anal pacifier deeper, both holes filled completely, as I continue to stir her insides. . .
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My erection is so hard, it’s painful. . .
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and I just can’t decide where I want to be. . .
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Do I burry myself in her deliciously soaked puss?
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Do I pull her anal plug and replace it with my dick?










Decisions. . . decisions.





Sin.
DC