1. 5000 Words Ch. 03

    Date: 7/10/2019, Categories: BDSM, Author: bylexi251, Source: Literotica

    All right, gentle readers, after ten years of reading the stories on this lovely site I have decided to pop my cherry and submit something. Please be gentle *head back, back of my wrist to my forehead*. I welcome, crave, desire, want and need feedback BUT please be constructive at least. Constructive: did you know you changed that character's name from *** to ####. Not Constructive: I hated that character's name. Pick your box wisely. ***********************Recently told a Dom, i had been having fantasies about him, when he asked what they were, i wrote it up and sent it to him in a serialized form over the course of a week With his permission and encouragement, i am reprinting them here... Enjoy ************************* I sigh feeling the first flush of surrender wash over me and make the unendurable endurable. I embrace the familiar feeling to me like a long lost lover. The pain is still there, in fact is increasing as the clamps slowly warm but it becomes remote, a fact of life, something to be accepted to please the one I serve. You feel my surrender and cradle me gently to you. "Okay," you ask, for the first time since I arrived sounding like the man I know. I nod my head, my hair rubbing against your shirt as I lay my head back. I slowly get control of myself and you release me and step back. "I'm glad you brought everything, kitten, I think we are going to need it." I feel my eyes bulge behind the blindfold. Everything, I think, we don't use everything ever or at ... least not in the same scene. He's just saying that, I think. I hope, anyway. You run your hands over me proprietarily and I unwind under your firm familiar touch. I feel myself starting to melt and grow fluid, despite all the weirdness of today this was known and this felt good. I force myself to ignore the clover clamps swaying from my nipples as my body moves at your urging. The first slap on my ass comes as a shock, breaking the trancelike state you had me eased into. You start slowly, a measured cadence that moves over the cheeks of my bottom, occasionally stopping in one place until I am wiggling. You pick up the pace and I marvel how your hands can bear the abuse when my ass is barely doing so. The rain of blows following has me squirming, the pain from the clamps a pale shadow to the growing ache in my bottom. You stop and grab my ass with both hands massaging it and seemingly checking for something. My ass is hot and it feels like tenderized steak. I start at your touch but stand still. This is what I was here for, to please you and by pleasing you, please myself. You grab me around my waist and move my ass into you. The roughness of your pants irritates my tender skin. I whine around the gag, my jaws aching from being open for so long. The darkness behind the blindfold has become comforting, allowing me to focus on my other senses. "That was a good warm up, are you ready to get started," you ask, your breath a hot breeze in my ears. I nod my head, not sure at all but I ...