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Conclusion of my night

I waited in the same spread position for what felt like hours. My ass was in the air, my face against the mattress. When the clamp pinched against my outer pussy lip I knew I was in for a harder time. I screamed out as the pain rushed up through my body. It wasn’t an unbearable pain, but one that came quickly and unexpectedly. The second clamp on the other side of my pussy sharply bit into the skin causing me to cry out again. The pain was all I could feel, so I didn’t hear him pick up the whip. The first strike was hard against my already red bottom. I took a sharp intake of breath as I feel the sensation run down through my legs to my toes.

The overwhelming of my senses made me forget to count out as I was told to. The whip hit me in the same spot again and again: a cry escaped my lips. His soft voice was against my ear, “Why aren’t you counting, kitten? Aren’t you my good girl?” I start to shake, his voice cutting into me, I try to apologize but he cuts me off and explains that he will now have to start again. The tears are light on my face; I want to be his; I need to give myself to him; I feel complete only in my submission to him. He tells me to start counting each set of ten. I am thankful hoping I will be able to keep track throughout the irresistible sensations my body is feeling.

I felt a tug on the chains connecting the clamps. I am suddenly aware again of the pinching around my pussy. The whip is striking me again, sometimes hard and sometimes soft. “One, two….nine, ten” I start over in the cycle. “One, two…” The cuffs around my wrists are holding me securely; I feel him check my wrists often ensuring I have circulation. He uses my body and yet cares for me even more. I feel used, loved, wanted, needed.

He stops the whip and asks me how many strokes in total. I sob that I don’t know; I wasn’t keeping track of the total. Suddenly, the clamps are pulled off with the chain, and my blood rushes back into my lips. The pain is greater than when the clamps first went on, I am told if I don’t keep track of the total next time I should expect something worse than what I have received tonight.

His hand softly rubbed my ass, and his skin was cool against my welts. He moved me out of my spread position and onto my back. My feet were then tied to my wrists; my legs bent and spread open for him. He softly touches my face, wiping away my tears. He looks down on my pleased as he enters into me. He presses into me over and over, my body aching for his. He cums inside me as he leaned over kissing my lips, telling me what a good girl I am, and telling me I am his always.

Tae'lyn