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Adventures on the Table.....A Sub's Story
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Adventures on the Table.....A Sub's Story I waited motionless on elbows and knees, my chin turned downward. My wrists and elbows were tightly wrapped with soft, white cotton rope. My elbows hobbled with a short line to similar bindings around my knees, wrapped to my ankles. Naked except for black satin panties and a leather collar I felt completely vulnerable. The cool air in the basement had already raised goose bumps on my tender, white skin. My nipples were stiff and achy from the chill and the sucking Master had given them earlier. How long had I been waiting, five minutes? Ten? No more than fifteen. I knew the wait would be longer than normal. My Master was displeased and might have me wait quite a time. He knew I was impatient. He would make me wait. I remained still and quiet, ignoring the tease and tickle of cool air stimulating and harassing my bare flesh. Anticipation heightened my senses. Every sound, every smell, even the touch of ventilation currents on my skin and the smooth friction of my satin panties was amplified tenfold. With my palms flat on the table, I wriggled my fingers to increase circulation while listening intently for my Master’s footsteps on the stairs. I had no desire to add to his disappointment in me. Footsteps on the stairs tensed me. The door to the basement opened slowly; then shut with a soft metallic click. My Master’s presence filled me with warm, liquid adoration. I longed to look into his eyes and my hands wanted to reach out to him and apologize with soft caress and warm embrace but I remained still. “Do you understand why you must be punished?” Master's voice was deep and low. I nodded yes “You will endure strokes of the crop, my . You will not flinch. You will not cry out. Should you fail to control yourself, an additional stroke shall be added for each failure. Do you understand?” His words were measured and crisp, but soothing. I gave another slow nod to indicate my understanding of my punishment. Burning fingers of excited dread warmed my flesh and chased the chill from my deliciously exposed body. I felt my skin flush in anticipation. I was blindfolded so I could not see my Master but I pictured his tall frame. I heard slow, measured footfalls approaching me from behind. The sound of his steps stopped short directly behind me and there was again total silence in the room. A moment passed. Then two. Waiting. Waiting for the first stroke. Tension built in me then began to fade. My shoulders, neck and thighs relaxed. The cold leather tip of the crop touched my back gently, just above the waistband of my panties. My body went silently rigid as watery ripples of excitement spread through me. I felt my pussy moisten. I felt the tip of the crop slide inside my panties and drag them down my thighs to my knees. Cool air tingled against my wet, swollen lips. Without being coaxed, I slowly arched my back and pushed my ass upward, slightly opening my lips for my Master. I knew this would please him and I needed desperately to please him. I felt the cool tip of the crop slide between my thighs and upward to my swollen, pink lips. I fought a gasp as my Master absently guided the rigid leather up and down my lips gently teasing my tender, swollen flesh. “Good girl,” Master purred softly, pleased with my response. I heard the whistling cut of air before the snap of leather hit my ass. It made me tingle from my toes to my ears. My thighs trembled and bucked, but I bit my lips to remain quiet. The second stroke made me gasp and a slow throb pulsed in my ass. Tingles of confused pleasure danced freely along my back and down my thighs. My nipples stood rigid and begging for attention. My ass turned to a vibrating, pulsating ache that hummed deep inside me. I needed to squirm, needed to cry out but didn't want to displease her Master. The next stroke cracked across my ass and my mind slipped on the molten flash of pain and melted away into an endorphin high. My entire body quivered and heaved. Finally I heard the sound of the zipper on Master's pants slowly coming down. I felt his strong hands on my hips just a second before his rigid length slowly pushed inside me. I was so happy to feel him enter me, I grinded my tender clit into the head of Master's cock. My pussy was stretching out around his thick cock as I heard him whisper how tight I was. His fingertips dug harshly into the soft flesh of my hips as he slammed his full length hard into my tender pussy. I braced against strong, powerful strokes of Master’s cock. Each thrust rammed a fiery ache deeper into my clenching pussy and sent showers of hot bliss exploding from my clit. I felt my orgasm blossom quickly and the first shudder began almost before I realized it was coming. “You will not come. Do you understand me?” Master’s frenzied thrusts punctuated the final syllable of each sentence. “I understand Master,” I whimpered. God I desperately wanted to come with my Master. My body ached from head to toe for release and relief. I would obey him though and resist. My Master’s grip tightened on my hips and his cock maintained a steady, rhythmic grind deep inside me. I felt the first hot splash of his orgasm coat my inner walls with gooey warmth. Thick globs of cum soon filled me and spilled down my inner thighs, coating them in a sticky mess. Master pulled his half rigid cock from my sopping cunt, zipped his fly, and indifferently left the room. I remained tied on my elbows and knees with my well-used pussy exposed to the air. |
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Very good sub...
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