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Hyacinthe · 08-31-2007, 09:01 PM

Firstly RonRyan85 that was sooo hot

I have a few so I'll just post them seperately.

Warning EXTREMELY long - also contains typoes and numerous grammatical errors

I walk hesitantly into the room not sure which is stronger the anticipation or the terror at what's about to come. I don't know what to expect except from his promises that I will be satisfied by the end of the night. I notice my hands are shaking and clasp them in front of me not wanting to show any signs of my fear or my excitement, by now being here knowing he is standing behind me his eyes examining my legs through the sheer stockings and the way my heels prop up my ankles emphasising the muscles in my calves and the tininess of my feet the two have merged so completely even I don't know what I am feeling any more.

"May I take your coat my dear"

His voice comes from behind me startlingly close as he reaches his arms around my waist, his hands pale against my black coat and the black sleeves of his shirt, and undoes first the tie then the buttons running down the front of my only real garment of the evening. I had ofcourse dressed as per his instructions my desire to please him greater then my fear of being pulled over on the way here. With his sliding the coat off my shoulders I'm therefore left in nothing but a black lace bra, garter and panty set, the lace and mesh so sheer that the size and shape of my hard pink nipples can be easily seen through the material. The black material combined with the dim lighting of the room makes my skin look even paler so I appear a study in contrasts the black of my clothing and hair against the white of my skin, the only spot of colour being the dark purplish red of my lipstick. His large rough hand trails down the length of my spine to cup my ass and squeeze gently

"Beautiful"

his breath whispers in my ear the words barely heard.

"You may assume the position"

I move forward knowing by now the way to his bedroom, while we have never taken things to this length before it is hardly the first time I have met him. Entering the room I approach the fourposter bed and raising my arms place them against the top bar visible as the canopy has been moved to the corners. He comes up behind me and shifts my arms so they are diretly above my head before tying them in place with the gold rope used to hold the canopy curtains, it's feels smooth and cold against my skin. Despite myself and my surety that I was ready to take this step with him I can feel my breathing start to quicken and feel my breats encapsulated in the bra start to move quickly, I can see he has noted this to as once my arms are firmly lashed he moves around infront of me for the first time that night, his fully clothed form makes me feel more vulnerable in my near nakedness. His hands raise and trace my features, eyebrows and lids slipping down the angle of my nose and my cheekbones to my lips where they linger, one finger seperates my lips and teeth to play with my tongue his flesh warm and salty in my suddenly dry mouth, the other continuing down to my collarbones. I don't know whether that hand is tracing letters or numbers or just random patterns but the goosebumps he leaves in his wake seem to amuse him a small smile twisting his lips.

"So very responsive"

His finger withdraws from where it had remained teasing my tongue and I can't help but follow it slightly with my head a small disappointed noise leaving my throat against my will at the loss. His hands quickly unsnap the front closure of my bra my breasts spilling free, his hands are just able to contain all of them with my arms raised above my this way. He toys with them tracing patterns around the aerole and flicking my nipples til I start shifting trying to ease the burning pressure between my thighs then dips his head to suckle and nip at them til every motion of his tongue or teeth or fingers draws an involuntary noise from me. He withdraws suddenly the air cold on my nipples, I swear they're hard enough I could cut glass with them aching for his touch to return, instead he moves over the other side of the room and rolls out a small table on wheels, as it comes closer I can feel my heartbeat and breathing icnrease. The table holds a variety of whips, dildos, clamps, even what appears to be a needle suitable for piercing. He waits watching my wide eyes letting me examine what he plans for me for the evening before stepping around behind me and tying something over my eyes, I can now see nothing but it feels like the items on that table are burnt on the back of my eyelids I cant stop seeing them.

"P .. please don't"

My voice is whispery and quiet knowing it will anger him if I speak without having permission and I can tell from the halt of his hands which had been leaisurely rubbing my ass that it has indeed done so.

"I see if you can not obey a simple instruction to keep silent I will simply have to gag you"

His hands now hard as steel grasp my lower jaw forcing my mouth open and inserting something, I can feel the strap going around my head and his hands fiddling with something at the back fixing it in place, careful exploration with my tongue reveals that the gag is ring shaped allowing me to make noise but not form words or close my mouth. The feel of metal against my hip make me freeze. it's slides along and up under my garter belt slicing through my panties, I can feel them drop on that side before the procedure is repeated on the other and the flutter to the ground. His fingers are suddely at my pussy, no warming up strokes no rubbing but a sudden intrusion and yet oh so satisfying.

"Why, you little slut you're positively dripping for me"

His hand withdraws and moves up to my breasts, ocne again wetness on my nipples makes them contract in the cold of the room but this time it is my own juices rather then his saliva. Once he seems certain that my nipples are as hard as they are possibly going to get he ceases playing with them. I'm left in the silent darness, I have no idea hwere he is, I didn't hear him leave but due to his hatred of footwear inside his own house, excluding the high heels he has a fetish for ofcourse, I very rarely ever hear him move. Just as I am about to move my head and try to raise the blindfold I feel a sudden sharp tightness on my right nipple, a small noise is wrenched from my throat barely dying before a similar noise escaes upon a similar sensation clamping down on my left nipple. It feels like they're being bitten, hard, but the sensation is not fading rather lingering til I can feel the consistent ache which signifies that blood circulation has ceased to those parts of my body, almost a relief until he flicks one and it come burning back into a burning sensation that is a mixture of pain and pleasure. His chuckle at my reaction, an instictive jerking away which ofcourse only makes my breasts move more and intensifies the sensation is quickly folowed by a series of burning trails upon my back felt before I hear the crack of the whip. This goes on until my breasts, stomach and back feel like they're on fire and I am sobbing though I can't tell whether it is from the pain or the knowledge that one touch to my clit at any time and I will orgasm harder then I have in my life to date. His hands rub my burning ass soothingly before descending to tease my entrance, I'm so close and yet so far, tears of frustration pouring from my eyes to wet my blindfold, I can hear myself begging for orgasm, for release, for pain, I don't even know anymore the words twisted by my gag

"Peez .. peez... oh peez uth 'et 'e cu'"

Something larger is slowly working it's way into my pussy, oh so slowly, no sudden movements which might start off an orgasm but a gentle insertion until it sits against my cervix, there and yet not enoough, despite the invonluntary movements of my hips, his hands work around my waist and I relise after a few minutes of him not touching me that he must have fixed it in place somehow as it stays lodged deep inside me. The ring of the doorbell sounds loud in my ears and I can hear him curse under his breath before he strokes a hand down my still burnign back.

"I'll be back shortly, don't go anywhere"

I can hear footsteps approaching the room, loud after like hours later to my tortured mind of the only noises being my sobs and the crack of the whip.

"Oh my God"

That's not his voice ... it's higher, not womanly definitely a mans voice but it doesn't ruffle my senses like velvet rubbed the wrong way the way the voice of my master always has.

"As for your tip, you can have a few swings at that delectable ass if you like"

A hand touches the ass in question gently, hesitantly, obviously not my master, running over the welts left by the whip and down the straps around my waist to trace a circle around where the dildo enters my body. It withdraws before it touches what I need most and then comes back down hard on my ass reigniting it making my back arch and my legs collapse in the sudden welter of painful pleasure my weight hanging purely from my arms. I don't know how long it goes on for but I know I have started begging again when the hand stops.

I can hear the two men exchanging words but my mind doesn't seem to be able to comprehend what they're saying. Shortly after my master begins tracing the patterns of the welts that liberally decorate my body

"So little one, do you want to cum?"

I answer him the best I can my voice broken from screaming and still muffled by the gag. He undoes the strap around my waist and eases the dildo out from me, I can smell my own arousal suddenly strong in the air. With a sudden thrust he's inside me, not as big as the dildo but warm and moving and alive, his breath is warm on my ear and I know he can feel my pussy clenching around him so close until his hand comes around and sharply pinches my clit and I'm there and it's pain and pleasure and everything is a hundred times more intense, the feel of him inside me the remaining burn from the welts and my still captured nipples, the smell of my arousal mixed with his and the wet slap of his loins against mine and my own voice harsh from continued use crying out in ecstasy, without even waiting for it to end while I am still at the peak of that wonderful terrible feeling his hands come up and release my nipples the rush of blood combining with everything else and it's all over whelming and everything in life that makes it worth living seems summed up in those few moments before it all fades to black.

08-31-2007, 09:01 PM	#94 (permalink)
Hyacinthe Psycho Location: Australia	Firstly RonRyan85 that was sooo hot I have a few so I'll just post them seperately. Warning EXTREMELY long - also contains typoes and numerous grammatical errors I walk hesitantly into the room not sure which is stronger the anticipation or the terror at what's about to come. I don't know what to expect except from his promises that I will be satisfied by the end of the night. I notice my hands are shaking and clasp them in front of me not wanting to show any signs of my fear or my excitement, by now being here knowing he is standing behind me his eyes examining my legs through the sheer stockings and the way my heels prop up my ankles emphasising the muscles in my calves and the tininess of my feet the two have merged so completely even I don't know what I am feeling any more. "May I take your coat my dear" His voice comes from behind me startlingly close as he reaches his arms around my waist, his hands pale against my black coat and the black sleeves of his shirt, and undoes first the tie then the buttons running down the front of my only real garment of the evening. I had ofcourse dressed as per his instructions my desire to please him greater then my fear of being pulled over on the way here. With his sliding the coat off my shoulders I'm therefore left in nothing but a black lace bra, garter and panty set, the lace and mesh so sheer that the size and shape of my hard pink nipples can be easily seen through the material. The black material combined with the dim lighting of the room makes my skin look even paler so I appear a study in contrasts the black of my clothing and hair against the white of my skin, the only spot of colour being the dark purplish red of my lipstick. His large rough hand trails down the length of my spine to cup my ass and squeeze gently "Beautiful" his breath whispers in my ear the words barely heard. "You may assume the position" I move forward knowing by now the way to his bedroom, while we have never taken things to this length before it is hardly the first time I have met him. Entering the room I approach the fourposter bed and raising my arms place them against the top bar visible as the canopy has been moved to the corners. He comes up behind me and shifts my arms so they are diretly above my head before tying them in place with the gold rope used to hold the canopy curtains, it's feels smooth and cold against my skin. Despite myself and my surety that I was ready to take this step with him I can feel my breathing start to quicken and feel my breats encapsulated in the bra start to move quickly, I can see he has noted this to as once my arms are firmly lashed he moves around infront of me for the first time that night, his fully clothed form makes me feel more vulnerable in my near nakedness. His hands raise and trace my features, eyebrows and lids slipping down the angle of my nose and my cheekbones to my lips where they linger, one finger seperates my lips and teeth to play with my tongue his flesh warm and salty in my suddenly dry mouth, the other continuing down to my collarbones. I don't know whether that hand is tracing letters or numbers or just random patterns but the goosebumps he leaves in his wake seem to amuse him a small smile twisting his lips. "So very responsive" His finger withdraws from where it had remained teasing my tongue and I can't help but follow it slightly with my head a small disappointed noise leaving my throat against my will at the loss. His hands quickly unsnap the front closure of my bra my breasts spilling free, his hands are just able to contain all of them with my arms raised above my this way. He toys with them tracing patterns around the aerole and flicking my nipples til I start shifting trying to ease the burning pressure between my thighs then dips his head to suckle and nip at them til every motion of his tongue or teeth or fingers draws an involuntary noise from me. He withdraws suddenly the air cold on my nipples, I swear they're hard enough I could cut glass with them aching for his touch to return, instead he moves over the other side of the room and rolls out a small table on wheels, as it comes closer I can feel my heartbeat and breathing icnrease. The table holds a variety of whips, dildos, clamps, even what appears to be a needle suitable for piercing. He waits watching my wide eyes letting me examine what he plans for me for the evening before stepping around behind me and tying something over my eyes, I can now see nothing but it feels like the items on that table are burnt on the back of my eyelids I cant stop seeing them. "P .. please don't" My voice is whispery and quiet knowing it will anger him if I speak without having permission and I can tell from the halt of his hands which had been leaisurely rubbing my ass that it has indeed done so. "I see if you can not obey a simple instruction to keep silent I will simply have to gag you" His hands now hard as steel grasp my lower jaw forcing my mouth open and inserting something, I can feel the strap going around my head and his hands fiddling with something at the back fixing it in place, careful exploration with my tongue reveals that the gag is ring shaped allowing me to make noise but not form words or close my mouth. The feel of metal against my hip make me freeze. it's slides along and up under my garter belt slicing through my panties, I can feel them drop on that side before the procedure is repeated on the other and the flutter to the ground. His fingers are suddely at my pussy, no warming up strokes no rubbing but a sudden intrusion and yet oh so satisfying. "Why, you little slut you're positively dripping for me" His hand withdraws and moves up to my breasts, ocne again wetness on my nipples makes them contract in the cold of the room but this time it is my own juices rather then his saliva. Once he seems certain that my nipples are as hard as they are possibly going to get he ceases playing with them. I'm left in the silent darness, I have no idea hwere he is, I didn't hear him leave but due to his hatred of footwear inside his own house, excluding the high heels he has a fetish for ofcourse, I very rarely ever hear him move. Just as I am about to move my head and try to raise the blindfold I feel a sudden sharp tightness on my right nipple, a small noise is wrenched from my throat barely dying before a similar noise escaes upon a similar sensation clamping down on my left nipple. It feels like they're being bitten, hard, but the sensation is not fading rather lingering til I can feel the consistent ache which signifies that blood circulation has ceased to those parts of my body, almost a relief until he flicks one and it come burning back into a burning sensation that is a mixture of pain and pleasure. His chuckle at my reaction, an instictive jerking away which ofcourse only makes my breasts move more and intensifies the sensation is quickly folowed by a series of burning trails upon my back felt before I hear the crack of the whip. This goes on until my breasts, stomach and back feel like they're on fire and I am sobbing though I can't tell whether it is from the pain or the knowledge that one touch to my clit at any time and I will orgasm harder then I have in my life to date. His hands rub my burning ass soothingly before descending to tease my entrance, I'm so close and yet so far, tears of frustration pouring from my eyes to wet my blindfold, I can hear myself begging for orgasm, for release, for pain, I don't even know anymore the words twisted by my gag "Peez .. peez... oh peez uth 'et 'e cu'" Something larger is slowly working it's way into my pussy, oh so slowly, no sudden movements which might start off an orgasm but a gentle insertion until it sits against my cervix, there and yet not enoough, despite the invonluntary movements of my hips, his hands work around my waist and I relise after a few minutes of him not touching me that he must have fixed it in place somehow as it stays lodged deep inside me. The ring of the doorbell sounds loud in my ears and I can hear him curse under his breath before he strokes a hand down my still burnign back. "I'll be back shortly, don't go anywhere" I can hear footsteps approaching the room, loud after like hours later to my tortured mind of the only noises being my sobs and the crack of the whip. "Oh my God" That's not his voice ... it's higher, not womanly definitely a mans voice but it doesn't ruffle my senses like velvet rubbed the wrong way the way the voice of my master always has. "As for your tip, you can have a few swings at that delectable ass if you like" A hand touches the ass in question gently, hesitantly, obviously not my master, running over the welts left by the whip and down the straps around my waist to trace a circle around where the dildo enters my body. It withdraws before it touches what I need most and then comes back down hard on my ass reigniting it making my back arch and my legs collapse in the sudden welter of painful pleasure my weight hanging purely from my arms. I don't know how long it goes on for but I know I have started begging again when the hand stops. I can hear the two men exchanging words but my mind doesn't seem to be able to comprehend what they're saying. Shortly after my master begins tracing the patterns of the welts that liberally decorate my body "So little one, do you want to cum?" I answer him the best I can my voice broken from screaming and still muffled by the gag. He undoes the strap around my waist and eases the dildo out from me, I can smell my own arousal suddenly strong in the air. With a sudden thrust he's inside me, not as big as the dildo but warm and moving and alive, his breath is warm on my ear and I know he can feel my pussy clenching around him so close until his hand comes around and sharply pinches my clit and I'm there and it's pain and pleasure and everything is a hundred times more intense, the feel of him inside me the remaining burn from the welts and my still captured nipples, the smell of my arousal mixed with his and the wet slap of his loins against mine and my own voice harsh from continued use crying out in ecstasy, without even waiting for it to end while I am still at the peak of that wonderful terrible feeling his hands come up and release my nipples the rush of blood combining with everything else and it's all over whelming and everything in life that makes it worth living seems summed up in those few moments before it all fades to black. __________________ "I want to be remembered as the girl who always smiles even when her heart is broken... and the one that could brighten up your day even if she couldnt brighten her own" "Her emotions were clear waters. You could see the scarring and pockmarks at the bottom of the pool, but it was just a part of her landscape – the consequences of others’ actions in which she claimed no part."