Relaxing in
the bath, we were talking about the recent adjustments in our dynamic and how I
was proud of her for allowing herself more liberty, when slowly the discussion
shifted on how this new liberty was affecting her libido. The temperature
raised significantly… Until she lightly laughed, so I asked her why “It’s
incredible how now my fantasies became crazy… I mean, I’m dreaming of being
completely immobilized, continuously stimulated with toys, and left alone like
that for the whole day. You’d come only when you’d like to beat me, and then
leave me again.” Wow. WOW. “But I know I wouldn’t even last thirty
minutes…”
Who knows?
We’ll have to check then. Thirty minutes. She turned toward me, a blaze burning
in her eyes. “Yes, Master. I’ll wait for you in the playroom.” And left the
bathtub.
Rejoining
her, I made her kneel and put her in balance. Feet apart, opening her thighs, arms
together along the chest. I made sure the position was sustainable, securing
most of her weight with ropes but two other ropes made sure moving in any
direction would strangle her. The magic wand, strapped to her left thigh,
switched off, felt like a menace. No escape. When the blindfold covered her
eyes, her breath changed. She was alone, facing her fantasy. I pushed a
vibrating dildo in her cunt and her plug in her ass, and left the room. No
music, no encouragements, no caresses of reassurance. Just her willpower to
sustain her lust, and the trust I’ll be there when in need. Then landed a lash
of the cane.
The hits
were vicious, made to rip of her arousal, and yet the pain kept increasing her
moans. Stop. Silence again, except the dildo. Silence. Silence. And the wand
turned on, stealing her orgasms she’s unable to retain, unable to control,
leaving her legs jerking and her voice cracked. Silence again. And the crop
falling on her ass, leaving scarlet patches.
The minutes slowly tick, each giving its verdict, turning the simple
stimulation of the dildo and plug as relief, waiting for either the forced
orgasms or pain from the caning.
Thirty
minutes. She didn’t break. She deserved a finish with fireworks. Pulling out
the dildo, I grabbed her waist to enter her already ruined pussy. The sound she
made informed me pleasure had not broken her. I turned on the wand again and
started to pound her mercilessly. Such a good girl, still chaining orgasms
until she fainted…
Starting
Monday,
due to the new ToS banning nudity and porn on Tumblr,
I will start to double post: