Thursday, October 04, 2007
You are getting ready to secure me to the bed, when I ask to use the bathroom before being chained for the night.
"Okay, you may go. But leave the door open, and don't be long."
I hurry to the bathroom as quickly as I can crawl. I get up and use the toilet, then wash my hands and face before dropping to my knees again and making my way back to you.
"Thank you, Master." You nod, and smile. I wonder again just what it is that you have planned for the rest of the night.
You handcuff me to the head of the bed, on my back with my right arm over my head. I'll be sleeping facing you tonight.
You position me on the bed, legs spread, left arm straight out from the shoulder. You remind me that I am not to move, no matter what.
Then you start, pulling out the camera and taking photos of me without any marks on this side. You put the camera down, and pick up the cane.
"Let's see how pretty we can make your stripes tonight." You start to swing, then stop. You do it again, and once again you stop before striking me. I'm starting to think you might just be doing this to frighten me, when you start again.
Wap! This time you didn't stop, and as I look down through tears, I can see the welt starting to appear across my tits. Wap! Again, in the same place. I will have welts for a while this time.
Again and again, varying the locations, making distinct stripes, no overlapping blows. You leave me with stripes all up and down from my tits to my thighs. You smile at me, and pick up the camera again.
"Smile for the camera, Slut." I do my best to smile for you, and I think I do a pretty good job, but then you come up to the head of the bed and sit next to me, sans smile.
" Why aren't you smiling, Slut? I thought you wanted to be mine?" "I do, Master. More than anything, I want to be yours."
"Then what is the matter? You aren't smiling very much, and I want smiles in the photos."
"I'm sorry, Master. It just hurts so much. I'll do better, I promise."
You go back to the foot of the bed, and start taking pictures again. I smile as best I can, forcing it a little for the camera.
Finally, you finish taking photos, and are ready to come back to me. You take off your clothes, and approach the head of the bed.
I get the chance to see you again. It makes smiling so much easier - I wish you hadn't been dressed when you were taking the pictures. It would have made me smile just to see you.
You reach down and caress my face. You lean over and kiss me, softly. You feed me your cock, and I suck on it greedily. I love the way you taste. And the way you feel inside my mouth, and my cunt, and my ass. I just love the way you feel, I guess.
You crawl onto the bed next to me, facing the foot of the bed, and I bury my face in your balls and suck you off. You cum into my mouth, tasting like heaven.
You lean over me and kiss the inside of my thigh while I clean you with my tongue.
"Okay, you may go. But leave the door open, and don't be long."
I hurry to the bathroom as quickly as I can crawl. I get up and use the toilet, then wash my hands and face before dropping to my knees again and making my way back to you.
"Thank you, Master." You nod, and smile. I wonder again just what it is that you have planned for the rest of the night.
You handcuff me to the head of the bed, on my back with my right arm over my head. I'll be sleeping facing you tonight.
You position me on the bed, legs spread, left arm straight out from the shoulder. You remind me that I am not to move, no matter what.
Then you start, pulling out the camera and taking photos of me without any marks on this side. You put the camera down, and pick up the cane.
"Let's see how pretty we can make your stripes tonight." You start to swing, then stop. You do it again, and once again you stop before striking me. I'm starting to think you might just be doing this to frighten me, when you start again.
Wap! This time you didn't stop, and as I look down through tears, I can see the welt starting to appear across my tits. Wap! Again, in the same place. I will have welts for a while this time.
Again and again, varying the locations, making distinct stripes, no overlapping blows. You leave me with stripes all up and down from my tits to my thighs. You smile at me, and pick up the camera again.
"Smile for the camera, Slut." I do my best to smile for you, and I think I do a pretty good job, but then you come up to the head of the bed and sit next to me, sans smile.
" Why aren't you smiling, Slut? I thought you wanted to be mine?" "I do, Master. More than anything, I want to be yours."
"Then what is the matter? You aren't smiling very much, and I want smiles in the photos."
"I'm sorry, Master. It just hurts so much. I'll do better, I promise."
You go back to the foot of the bed, and start taking pictures again. I smile as best I can, forcing it a little for the camera.
Finally, you finish taking photos, and are ready to come back to me. You take off your clothes, and approach the head of the bed.
I get the chance to see you again. It makes smiling so much easier - I wish you hadn't been dressed when you were taking the pictures. It would have made me smile just to see you.
You reach down and caress my face. You lean over and kiss me, softly. You feed me your cock, and I suck on it greedily. I love the way you taste. And the way you feel inside my mouth, and my cunt, and my ass. I just love the way you feel, I guess.
You crawl onto the bed next to me, facing the foot of the bed, and I bury my face in your balls and suck you off. You cum into my mouth, tasting like heaven.
You lean over me and kiss the inside of my thigh while I clean you with my tongue.
