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Spankings and red things. Part 2
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Spankings and red things. Part 2 From your position (your natural position) on the ground in front of me, your eyes stare up at me, your ass raised high in the air. The leash is holding your head high, so you do not have the option of looking at the ground. You know that failure to meet my eyes and maintain eye contact would displease me, so you stare up at me. Ready to take me inside of you. You know the unlikelihood of me immediately shoving my cock in your increasingly wet pussy is low, but not out of the question. Thinking of my seemingly benign demeanor and initial praise of you, you grow bold. 'Sir, are you going to fuck this wet pussy?' you ask me, hoping that I am so turned on by the sexy, hungry look in your eyes that I will be unable to resist you. My view, standing over you looking down into your upturned face, is breathtaking. I note the curve of your back as your shoulders and ass are held high, and your face, red with exertion from holding that pose. I note the tightness of the collar against your throat as I loosen the slack on the leash, and tug you gently toward the table where your toys are kept in readiness for me. You follow the ambling pace I set expertly, having learned long ago how to effectively walk on your hands and knees. Seeing my pleased smile at your efforts, you laugh. 'You like it when your cum slut crawls for you, master? I'll be a good girl for you, master, I love being your good girl. Let me serve you? Please? Please sir?? Please let me be a good fuck toy for you,' you say as you follow behind me, the rope held taut against your neck. Still silent, I drop the leash and get the<b> ball gag. </font></b>Your heart beat quickens and you know you are not to be fucked. Not yet. Tonight, as on most nights, you must earn it. I walk back to where i have left you, collared and leashed, on all fours on the floor. I kneel before you and attach the gag to your face. 'We'll begin tonight with me talking, slave, not you. Is that clear?' I ask you, standing up. With the gag in your open mouth, you can only mumble, but you attempt to say 'Yes, sir!' anyway, as I raise your head back up with pressure from the leash to look at me from your spot on the ground. 'VERY good. You are a fucktoy, MY fucktoy, and you will be used by me in any way I see fit. All of you is mine to control, to use, to dominate, and you're choice in the matter is nonexistent, and if you had one it would be irrelevant. you are MINE. Now, tell me how much you want to please me.' You try to say 'i want to please you very much, sir' but it comes out indiscernable. You feel the saliva begin to build up in your mouth around the gag, your eyes are beginning to water. I drop to my knees then and grab your hair tightly in my left hand, your leash still held tightly in the other, chocked up on the leash itself almost to your neck. 'I could barely understand you, you're not REALLY trying here, slave. When i tell you to tell me you want to serve me, I expect you do do so, whether your mouth is empty or full. Now. Count !' I drop the leash to the ground, leaving the<b> ball gag </font></b>in place, and begin to spank your still upturned ass. 'one' you say after the first. 'two, three, four, five' I stop and look at what I've done to your ass. I see two distinct red handprints on one side of your ass and another on the far side. Pleased with my accuracy, I smile to myself and say 'Does my slut wish to say anything to me?' 'Thank you, sir, for -' you cut off with a shriek as I resume my punishment of your ass. I give you a moment to collect yourself as you say 'six' around the gag, 'seven, eight.' My rough calloused hand connects sharply on a spot already bright red as you conitnue 'ni---ooooooh nine ten elelelelev-' 'Eleven is enough for now,' I say. Your ass throbs from the spanking,and you want to look at it, want to take it in, what's been done to you. You want to see the evidence of my ownership, the reminders that last after the sex is over. I release your hair and grab the leash, standing up. Your eyes track me as I look down at your ass. You want to thank me for the spanking, for the punishment, but you wait for me. You breathe rapidly,<b> ball gag </font></b>still holding your mouth open, a small steady moan coming through. The adrenaline pumps wildly blinding you with bright lights, , filling your ears, roaring, and you hear my voice, roaring louder than your heart, cutting through the sound of your own heartbeat. 'That is my ass to spank when and where and however I please. Am I right?' Your eyes widen above the gag, and you nod vigorously, your vision clearing. You want to tell me that it is my ass, to do whatever I want with, but you know also that I want to hear you say it. Say it enthusiastically, say it like you mean it. So you wait, knowing that my desire to hear you voice your own desire will win out. 'And you loved having your ass punished, didn't you?' Again you attempt to look as sincere as possible with the gag stretching your mouth wide, and you nod again enthusiastically, drooling around the<b> ball gag </font></b>now. 'You may look at your ass then, slave, look at my owned ass.' You turn your gaze away from mine eagerly, and look back at yourself. Your ass is mostly covered in red handprints now, covered in my authority. You love that color. Red is the color of ownership. All of you is owned, obviously, by me. But the red parts... the red parts I have a special ownership of, and seeing so much of yourself bright and pulsing, feeling my spanking hands still, you feel your body shake and you begin to drip as you look at yourself, seeing the evidence of me all over you. I watch you look at yourself, and my cock responds to your squirming excitement. Stealthily, I lower myself next to you and whisper in your ear 'Slave.' You jump, not having heard me move from my standing position. Your face, red with adrenaline, turns brighter at the jump scare, your heart beating ever faster. You look at me with somewhat wild eyes, very wide eyes, and I smile at you as I remove the gag. 'You may kneel, no need for any more crawling right now. You wanted to tell me something?' I ask with a mischievous smile. Air floods your mouth and the saliva from the gag is let loose. Your heart still beating rapidly, you begin to gush. 'Master, thank you, for punishing my ass. It's your ass, master, your ass to punish or use how you want. I'm a bad girl, a bad fuckslut. I need to be kept in my place. You'll make me be good again, won't you sir? Will you let me be a good girl for you? Please? Please let me service your hard cock, sir. Thank you, sir, again for the spanking. And thank you for letting me count them. And thank you for -' 'Enough,' I say, smiling at your lightheaded yet extremely sexy ramble. To this point, I've been fully clothed, while you've been dressed only in heels and a thong. Walking to the table, I put the<b> ball gag </font></b>back on a towel and grab a set of handcuffs and a blind fold. I remove my shirt and step close to you. On your knees now, you have an eye level view of my stomach, and I flex for you a little as I see you admiring me. I wink when your eyes immediately return to my face. Taking your hands in front of you, I cuff you and blind fold you, remove the leash, stand you up, and lead you by the cuffs toward what you are fairly certain is the bed. Your heart rate speeds up again. 'You are as enthusiastic a fuck toy as I've ever known, slave. You please me. I will reward you now.' |
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10/31/2015 3:17 pm |
Those emojis though 
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