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I stand, my arms outstretched, hands firmly planted against the rough wall, legs spread widely, ass out… waiting. I don’t dare look over my shoulder to see what you’re doing, though I’m desperate to do just that. I can feel you behind me, your heat alone telling me you’re still back there, watching every move, listening for every sound I might make. I can’t help but shift my weight from one foot to the other, a nervous anticipation working through my body as you contemplate. I know my alabaster ass is your target and I know it will be my self-control to keep my hands against the rough wall, my feet wide and my ass out to receive the pain you intend to inflict without remorse. Your heat overwhelms me as you draw closer, and I gasp softly as I feel your touch…a single finger sliding down my spine to the top of my ass, causing me to shudder. You do this as a torture, a test of my will, of my want and need. I know this as I’ve always known it, and always, I fall victim to your seduction. I bite down against my bottom lip that has found its way between my teeth, stifling a moan that threatens to burst forth. I know you want to hear it, to know that your touch, your closeness affects me, heightens my need. Your single finger travels back up my spine in a slow sojourn to my neck, where your other fingers join the single sibling and rake through my hair to capture a handful and pull my head back. I breathe a sigh of relief as one thought consumes my mind, ‘so it begins’. You pull on the soft tresses captured in your fist, tugging my head back, making me stretch for the wall, causing my ass to push further back. You enjoy this game, this ability you have over me, it makes you complete, just as Your Domination completes me. I cannot stop the moan this time as it passes my parted lips, like sweet music to your ears…at last. You lean close, your hot breath caressing my ear and cheek as you growl, “you are mine.” I dare not speak; I dare not try to look into your eyes. I know the truth of what you say, I have given myself to you in mind, body and soul, all I can do is swallow and nod, the action making your gripping fingers tighten on the silken tresses. Your chuckle is low, menacing as you finally release my hair. My head dropping like a heavy weight to hang between my outstretched arms. My eyes rise to focus on the wall, evening out my breathing as I feel you move behind me, blocking any attempt at seeking you out. You do not cover my eyes because you want to see if I have the strength to endure what you unleash, you want to be able to see the pain in my eyes, if that would be your will. You are clever; because you also know the willpower it will take for me to not seek you out with those stormy orbs. You want to see the tears run unchecked down my flushed cheeks, you want to see the lust building with each painful touch, Tunalı escort you want your slut broken and you want to see it reflected in my eyes. I know this. This is not a new game. This is your pleasure being fulfilled by the slut before you. My arms and shoulders are beginning to ache from the unnatural position against the wall. You can see the muscles strain to hold it, rippling under the supple flesh, but still you wait and watch. Your eyes never leaving me as, again, I shift my weight from foot to foot, causing my hips to sway in an unconscious invitation for the pain, yet to be delivered. You know the slut before you; know my mind, body, needs, desires, passions and you know my dark places. You watch as my fingers curl against the rough wall, nails raking over the stone. You can feel my impatience with the waiting; you can smell my fear, but also my arousal. You play upon the fear as you step close once again, and ever so lightly touch my ass. I can’t help but flinch, my body prepared for pain not pleasure. You run your fingers slowly over the soft fleshy cheeks. You simply admire with your touch, the one thing you know that makes the waiting even more unbearable. Your other hand joins the first; using both your thumbs you move them slowly down through the crevice, parting my ass cheeks, revealing to your eyes alone what hides between. My cheeks flush in a moment of humiliation as my bottom lip finds its way snuggly between my teeth again, biting down to control the cry that lumps in my throat. You know the torment you are inflicting, which drives you further. “Cry out slut, you know you want to, you know you want to beg for the pain…the pleasure. You know I am the only one that can give you what you crave!” Your words battle against my pride. I know you are right, but a part of me is still reluctant to give so easily, and you always test that, push that defiance, and make me become the slut, the whore you own. I feel your thumbs rest against the sinful star, which pulls the incoherent cry, you desperately wanted to hear, from trembling lips. Somehow I push my body back, as the cry echoes through the room. Your ominous chuckle finds my ears as I feel you pull back with my push, but maintaining the soft touch to the dirty hole. You growl, “Such a needy whore you’ve become and I haven’t even begun on you yet.” I can’t help but whimper as your words dance in my mind. Yes… I am a needy whore, yes…you haven’t even begun, but my need grows with each word, each touch, and each unspoken promise. My nails dig deeper into the solid wall as my thighs quiver, back arches, cunt weeps and my ass still as it remains captured in your strong hands. The emotions you rise within me, like a wild fire burning out of control. You know all this, you’ve seen it before many times, and you ulus escort bayan enjoy it more each time as you break me. I focus my thoughts…though I am a needy whore…I am YOUR needy whore, YOUR willing slut, YOUR fucktoy, simply and most importantly…YOURS. I relax now, my focus secure, my mind bent but not quite broken. I’ve come to terms, yet again, that I am the physical manifestation of your pleasure, the hot receptacle for your seed should you allow me such a wondrous gift, the slut that loves the pain you inflict, and the pleasure you bestow. I am yours, mind, body and soul. You feel me relax and know my mind has come to grips with my station. That I will not defy you in the pain you relish giving me … the pain that turns to pleasure with each hard stroke, burning welt, stinging swat or ruby drip of parted flesh. I am completely yours, to do with as you please. My head lowers once more between my arms, my breath ragged, heart thundering in my chest, blood pounding through my veins blocking out every sound except your voice and my own. Your right hand slowly slips over my ass seeking the heat that burns between my thighs. I know what you will find. I feel your palm cup my weeping cunt, your fingers resting against my throbbing clit. You do not move your hand or fingers, and I know I am to remain still. This is always difficult for me, my desire making me want to push my hips down against your hand, to ease some of the built up need. I know, even without looking, that you are smiling, that your eyes watch me carefully, seeing if I will pass your test. The thumb of your left hand begins making lazy circles against my sinful pucker, almost making me squirm. You want me to squirm, to moan out with pent up desire, and to beg. My lust-clouded eyes, spy my hanging tits, the taut nipples begging in their silent way for attention. The fleshy orbs quiver, betraying my attempt at stillness. Your thumb works against my ass while your other hand remains still against my cunt and clit. Oh…how you torture me. Softly, subtly, I feel your fingers against my clit begin to move, my head rises slightly, eyes widen in disbelief. I can feel your body shift as you lean closer, listening, watching, then you hear it, ”Please Sir” so soft, almost inaudible like a whisper dancing on the wind. All motion from you stops, as if my plea shattered your illusion. I know you smile again, your slut that much closer to breaking. Suddenly as if you can’t stand to touch me any longer your hands leave my body. I can feel the heat left from your hands, but that is nothing compared to your electric touch. You move around to my right side, my head turning slightly. You lean close to my face, your warm breath puffing softly against my ear. You study me for a single heartbeat before your voice caresses me, “Beg Escort yenimahalle slut, you know you want too. Must we play this game every time?” You say this lovingly, gently, easing my fears, allowing me your permission to give you my gift wholeheartedly. My tongue sweeps my lips in an attempt to wet them. My voice thick with emotion whispers against the wall before me, “Please Sir, paint my body in pain…wrap me in pleasure…make me yours again.” a single tear falls from my eye to splash across the cold floor. It is not a tear of fear, or sadness, or even hatred, but a tear of love, of understanding, of knowing I have come to that perfect place, knowing I am wanted, needed, desired, loved, adored…Yours. I see your smile from out of the corner of my eye. “Yes slut, let me hear you, beg for me” in a voice soft, almost cooing, as if I were a child needing the adoring love of a Father. I squeeze my eyes shut tightly and whimper softly. I hear and feel your exasperated sigh, heated against my cheek, a small triumph that I haven’t completely broken yet and another challenge for you. I hear you move behind me once again. I can feel your tension, almost taste it with each struggling breath and I also know you enjoy my refusal to give in so easily. Yes I try your patience, but would you have me any other way? Would you prefer I obediently fall to my knees and groveled for your attentions like so many others? Would you prefer I acquiesce like some well-trained animal? My thoughts drift along those questions, knowing the answers, but still asking them silently, then pain…hard and swift stings me back to the present. My eyes widen with the suddenness, I hiss through clenched teeth as your palm leaves a perfect red, stinging print against my ass. Over and over, not letting up, not setting a rhythm, soft, hard, constant motion, my entire ass suddenly on fire, the sounds echoing through the room, flesh meeting flesh mixing with other sounds, mewling, keening, and whimpering sounds and I realize then, it is my voice making them. I struggle to maintain my grip on the wall, my ass swaying, trying to subconsciously dodge the next blow to no avail. You are determined, relentless and oblivious to my suffering. Tears sting my eyes as you continue to deliver the blows to my ass. I cannot see, but I know what you see, rippling flesh after each blow, a reddening that grows brighter, a slut taking the swats willingly and a whore that grows wetter with each. As suddenly as you start, you stop. I am panting, trying to breathe, aching inside and out, tears gathering behind my eyelids threatening to spill down my flushed cheeks. I am left waiting and wanting again. You take a step back, surveying your work, seeing the bright red flesh. Your eyes travel over my ass then lower, noting the swollen lips, throbbing clit, the wetness that seeps down my inner thighs and I know you smile at this. I cry out softly as your hand touches the heat, fingertips lightly play over the hypersensitive flesh. Your other hand joins the first to examine my heated ass, each touch; each pass of your fingers sends me further into the breaking point.
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