“Four,” i said, in my small voice.
“How many?”
“Four, please, Sir?” i said, not sure if he meant i needed to talk louder or if that was the wrong answer. Bent face-down over the arm of the couch, my wrists in restraints that attached to the collar around my neck, ass in the air, i was glad He had left my jeans on.
“Four,” He said.
“Yes, Sir.”
The belt whistled and landed across the middle of my ass, stinging, reaching across both cheeks. I gasped. The second strike was lower, hitting near my thighs and a grunt escaped me. “How many is that?” He asked.
“Two, Sir, that’s two, Sir, thank You.”
Whoosh – another one landed about halfway between the first two. Another noise escaped me. He stroked my ass. “Open,” He said, and i spread my legs further apart. “Where do you want the next one?” He asked.
“Where?” i asked. You might think He would get impatient with me echoing every question, but He just said, “Yes, where? Here?” rubbing my ass near my thighs. “Higher? Lower?”
“O, higher, please, Sir,” i said.
“Here?” he asked, rubbing my ass higher than the first stroke.
“Yes, yes Sir,” i say, and the belt comes down where he had marked with his hand, and i breathe a sigh of relief. But –
“Don’t think you’re getting off that easy,” He says, and my chemise is roughly pulled up, exposing my back and shoulders, and four quick whacks with the belt mark me. I whimper.
“Now stand up,” He says. i do, with help, and he pulls down my jeans (no easy feat) and my panties. Leaving them around my ankles, he says, “Bend over,” and gently pushes me back down. His fingers probe the wetness between my legs, i move my hips, press back, impaling my self deeper. So quickly – omg, i am so hot, so ready, so quickly He takes me up – up – and over into pleasure. i shudder, and sigh with contentment.
“Don’t move,” He says.
i don’t, even when i hear the refrigerator door open. The refrigerator?
O, my.
Yes. Ice. Ice cooling the heat between my legs, only to make me hotter. The heat between my legs melting the ice, which is replaced by His tongue… O, my. And all the while i’m bent helpless over the couch, exposed and vunerable, not even my hands free.
And then – again – and again – His fingers penetrate me, take me higher and up – over the top – moaning and whimpering – and back down again. O. My. God.
And there was more after that! Even after the belt, and after the ice, and i’m kneeling again,where i love to be, there were nipple clamps and His voice praising, and His cock in my mouth and wanting so much to please Him… until at last we were both done, sated, finished, and i rested my head on his knee and he stroked my hair and i was content.
Sigh. What a wonderful night.
Aren't they great shoes?
Do you still have those shoes? They are AWESOME!
Lol… i do still have those shoes!!