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The Dance Act 3
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The Dance Act 3 He watched her for a moment, smiling at how far she had come in a few short visits, and how naturally she had taken to being a slave. He turned and reached for the paddle. He felt the coolness of the leather and inhaled the smell of the oil and the softness and beauty of the skin before him, then he raised the paddle and it landed on her inner thigh and she screamed. Once again he raised the paddle but as he had surprised her the first time he would not get her to scream again; she would be patient and await the blows she should have been prepared for. The paddle strokes fell on her body, they were merciless on her ass cheeks and her inner thighs burned savagely. He had taken time to paddle most of her body and with great precision he had made her thighs, ass and breast burn with the fires of her lust and passion. Suddenly the paddling stopped and she felt him close. He was whispering in her ear that that was four; did she wish to get rid of one more? She knew it would be sadistic, he was vicious that way, although he would not be cruel, sadistic was another thing. She whimpered she would do anything to be with him and he said, “Then you agree?” She said, “Yes, Master,” and he smiled. She was taken by surprise by his hand massaging her pussy, he had her clit hardening under his skilled fingers; she moaned. When she did, all massaging stopped and she whimpered. Then she was trying without success to close her legs as the paddle slammed into her clitoris and pussy. She was ready to collapse from the sheer pleasure of it. He surprised her with his viciousness, because he was truly soft in his way, as the paddle landed square on her again and she sagged only to be supported by her chains. The wave of ecstasy that shook her to her very soul made her moan long and deep, as the paddle delivered another blow. The blows were coming faster now and she could feel the orgasmic release building like an explosion inside of her, wishing he were deep inside her to feel it with her. She was screaming and he continued to rain blows upon her womanhood and she wiggled and squirmed trying to get away. Then finally she could fight no more and the layers of orgasm began and she was consumed as he heard the moans and then her screams, as she collapsed exhausted. From somewhere far off, she heard the doorbell and her Master move towards the front of the house through the hallway. Although she could not see him, she could hear him talking to a female and then she realized the voices were moving closer to her. They were standing beside her and talking casually like it was nothing strange to have a naked woman hanging from your living room ceiling who had red marks and welts covering at least half of her body. She felt hands probing the marks on her ass, they were soft and feminine, and she was shocked as they ran along a rather long welt and she felt the burn return and involuntarily she sighed. It was followed by a playful smack of the hand on her ass. Her mind was reeling at the thought of a female touching her and studying her and yet here she was and there was another woman examining her body inch by inch. There was idle chit chat about this mark or that blow or how nice that mark looked and then she said to her that she was very lucky to have a Master so thorough. She shuddered as the woman’s hand dove into her pussy and then her finger went inside of her and she moaned and she hated herself for revealing how much this woman turned her on. Then suddenly her blindfold was removed and she saw the long red hair and the sensuous look on her face, the curve of her body; she was thinking she was a very good looking woman when Master grabbed her hips and the red head went down on her and she screamed no and she continued to scream until Master put the soft<b> ball gag </font></b>in her mouth. Master was behind her and the red head was lapping away at her, she wanted this woman but she couldn’t, it went against everything, wanting another woman sexually. Her Master was massaging her breasts as the red head was eating her pussy and a finger entered her, then two. She could no longer fight herself and her hips started to move on the fingers and she moaned and tried to push herself into the red head’s face wanting the tongue to push harder on her clit. Master was massaging her nipples and biting her neck, as they worked her over together her climax came suddenly, violently like she had been holding it back. Neither of them was stopping and she was falling deeper into her orgasm, as the waves rushed through her body she was shaking, almost vibrating, as she screamed her total release like an animal. Master leaned toward her and whispered the word six and smiled as he was pleased with her like he was the first time and the words good girl came to his lips. The red head came toward her and kissed her deeply, letting her tongue find its way between her lips, forcing them apart. Master again whispered in her ear let go, enjoy, and with that she returned the red head’s kiss. For a moment they kissed each other deeply, allowing their tongues to explore each other’s and then delving into each other’s mouths. Her senses were blazing with the thoughts of softness and kindness, how gentle the kiss was and how deeply it moved her. The red head stopped abruptly and the moment was broken. |
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