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You arrive home to an empty house. All the lights are off but a single candle burns in the front room. Beside the candle is a box wrapped in textured black wrapping paper and a blood red heavy silk ribbon. There is a card attached with your name on it. The card says to open it immediately.
You open the box and find a wide titanium collar and a small pad lock. With the collar is another note that instructs you to remove all your clothes, put on the collar, lock it, tie the ribbon around your eyes like a blindfold, kneel on the floor and wait. The instructions also state that you are not to move or take off the blindfold.
Your stomach flutters and goose bumps run across your skin as you begin to quickly undress. Your nipples come fully erect as the cool air hits them when you remove your bra. In your excitement you drape your clothes haphazardly on a nearby chair. Your hands are trembling as you place the collar around your neck, the cold metal sending another round of chills through your body. You click the pad lock in place and feel your nethers twitch in response to the sound. Quickly you blindfold yourself and kneel on the floor, sitting on your heels.
As you wait, thoughts and images race through your mind and your excitement builds. Then you notice something else. As your bum cheeks are spread by your kneeling position, your shaved labia are exposed. Your thoughts, and the vulnerability of your position have begun to affect your body and you feel the cool air between your legs meet a growing dampness. It is completely quiet in the house and as the sensation compounds your excitement, you hear the soft sound of a drip on the hardwood floor. You realize you are already wet and the mix of feelings at being aroused by being naked and submissive increases the effect and you hear another wet drop. Soon there is a small puddle beneath you. You are so consumed in your arousal that you do not hear the quiet approach. You are broken from your reverie by the sound of a leash being attached to your collar. This Kadıköy Grup Escort startles you so much that more nectar flows out of you.
A voice whispers in your ear “My, aren’t you a naughty little thing?” His hot breath sends chills down your neck and back.
A gentle tug on the leash is all the prompting you need to rise and follow. You hear a door open and realize you are being led into the back yard. In your panic that you are about to be paraded about outside, you forget that the sun is down and the yard is dark. The crisp air dances across your skin and combines with your panic to arouse you even further. You feel a drop run down your thigh as your pussy aches for attention. After a couple of turns around the yard you are led back inside and up the stairs. Your feet tell you that you are in the bedroom by the familiar feel of the carpet. Your skin now feels flushed by arousal and the warmer air of the house.
A familiar hand is placed on your tummy and slides around to your back as he moves behind you. A foot is placed against one of your ankles forcing your legs apart. You feel straps secured around your ankles and realize there must be a bar between them as you cannot bring your feet closer together.
“Kneel” the hoarse whisper sounds in your ear causing you to start. Your heart is racing as you awkwardly obey the command. You place your hands on the floor in front of you to steady yourself. A hand reaches between your legs from the back pulling one of your wrists toward your ankles and brushing your nethers in the process. An involuntary moan escapes your lips at the contact. A leather strap is fastened around your wrist. “Put your head on the floor” the hoarse whisper comes again as your other wrist is pulled back like the first. You obey as your second wrist is bound like the first.
You find yourself with your head turned to the side, it and your chest resting on the carpet while your ass sticks up in the air. Your ankles and wrists securely bound to a single Kadıköy Manken Escort bar. The exposure and the rough carpet against your hard sensitive nipples makes your excitement build further.
A sudden sting across your buttocks causes you to jump and your breathing to quicken. The pain quickly mixes with pleasure sending waves through your wet, swollen pussy. You hear the riding crop flex in his hands.
“You made a mess downstairs, you naughty girl. Naughty girls get punished.” Another crack from the crop stings across your bum. Your cheeks are full of sensation. Crack, another stroke. You’re breathing is ragged and your nectar flows freely. Crack, this one is lower and just makes contact with your lips causing you to jump and drag your nipples across the rough carpet. In your mind and your heart you love him, you silently beg him to take you. But he is not finished. Crack. But this time the sting is followed by something else. You hear a noise you can’t place and then something cold is placed against the burning stinging flesh of your ass. You realize it is ice. The counterpoint of sensation pushes you into a wave of pre-orgasm. Not enough to cum, but enough to send fire through your brain.
You twitch as you feel his hand slide up the inside of your thigh and two fingers slide inside you. He swirls them around but still denies you the climax your body is screaming for. He withdraws his fingers and you smell your musk as he pushes them into your mouth. You greedily clean them sucking all your juice from his skin your lust driving you beyond rational thought. He pulls them from your mouth with a pop as you strain after them like a child rooting for the breast. He slips them back in you getting them wet again but careful not to move them too much. Just enough to keep you excited.
You feel momentarily empty as he pulls his fingers out and begins to massage your juice into your twitching rosebud. Suddenly you feel full and complete as he drives his hard cock into you all Kadıköy Masöz Escort the way to the hilt in one rough stroke. A guttural moan erupts from your throat as you relish his hardness and your helplessness. He begins to pound you, his own excitement evident now. He slips his wet finger just past the ring of your rosebud and you cum hard, covering him with your nectar and moaning unintelligibly.
But he doesn’t let up. He continues to pound you, your now over sensitized pussy screaming and threatening to send you over the edge again. He moves the finger in your ass a bit, and then slowly pulls it out. He roughly grabs your hips and pummels you with his hips. Your second orgasm begins to build more rapidly than you thought possible. As he pounds in and out of you he lets go and leans forward. One arm wraps around your waist so his hand can find your engorged clit and begin to massage it. A moment later and a the other hand clips a clothes pin to one of your nipples and begins gently tugging at it. It is all too much and you cum, again, harder. You feel your nectar pour down your thighs as you squirt and it reflects off his body back onto you. At the same moment, you are vaguely aware of his rhythm and hardness increasing. He roars your name like a prayer as he fills you with his seed. The hot fluid floods you burning into your inner chamber and you cum again, unable to contain your pleasure, lust and desire for him. If thrills you that you have given him pleasure and submitted to him like this.
As he is still draining in you, you feel a shaking hand reach down and release the restraints. He lets his weight fall against you settling you both to the floor. He lays atop you for a minute or two while the last of his cum drips into you. Then he slips out. You feel empty and abandoned for a moment, but then he pulls you into his arms and you melt into him your head on his chest listening to his racing heart begin to slow. You cling to him. To this man who is so careful with you to take you to the limits of your desire but never harm you. You are warmed by a feeling you cannot identify. But then you realize it is overwhelming safety and trust. A trust you have never felt before. Tears of joy slip from your eyes and run down his chest as you drift into sleep abandoned to the security of being in his arms.
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