Starting with a bang

Posted on | January 1, 2006 | 4 Comments

The bruises on my breasts and neck are fading, and the marks from my arse are already gone. But the feelings of release, of restriction and torment and pleasure – they have not yet begun to lighten or disappear.

There are photographs: kneeling proudly next to Pet as Mistress clicks and compares our breast size with amusement. Bent over the spanking bench, trying not to flinch as the flogger comes down over my arse and back (‘don’t move, slave. You know what will happen if you move’). Lying on the table, white wax dribbled onto my skin, covering my pussy and leaving me a virginial snow white (‘you look like a doll. You don’t have a cunt, just smooth roundness. Can you feel it?’). There are photos of Pet tormenting me with her clit, hovering just out of reach above my straining mouth (‘Don’t you lick. Just look, slut-slave’). Of Mistress placing a bright blue dildo on my forehead and laughing merrily. Or me helpless with the giggles as my clit and thighs are tickled and stroked to tremendous, messy release (voice cracking as I beg: ‘please Mistress. Please let me come. Please?’).

There are the memories of massaging Mistress’s feet and legs, while Pet rubs her back. Of tiredly driving home at four am, dropping Pet on the way.

And then there is the morning after, when I lie in bed with Apollo and lazily stroke his cock, sharing feelings and lust, telling him of Pet’s strip-tease, showing him my bruises, riding him with passion.

Life is good.

bondage, spanking, submission

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