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Subject: Remembering
Date: Fri, 29 Jul 2005 20:57:41 -0700
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Thinking to myself, smiling, yet wondering how tired and elated I could
feel at the same time. I start to remember my submission to you last
night. The sublime torture you worked so hard to give me which led
me to release all of my mind, body and soul.
My Spirit dances with happiness and my body responds to last evening's
memories with obvious passionate wetness. I touch my hardening nipples
and think of how I can still feel the chills that invaded my body when
you buckled the leather restraints around my wrists. How intimidating
your slow tactical application of your black ropes felt. How it seemed
to take forever for you to tie that last knot.
I now feel my fingers sliding over my breasts as I remembered how you
left me wondering what would follow? What were you thinking of doing to
my mind and body? How did my naked body with arms outstretched looked
to you? I can still smell your calonge, your body's musky desire as my
fingers gently tweak my nipples to hardness. I envision what I looked
like all spread open, for you to do as you wish with my body. Of
course, your hand grasped my pussy so that my legs spread wider in
helpless abandonment for you. I knew you would have my body in your own
mastering way. I felt as you were making me pose in this tied position
just for your own pleasure. I knew you were watching me, touching me
and I could do nothing but strain against those ropes.
My hands begin to touch my belly and the tips of my fingers slide to my
shaven pussy as I remember how you wordlessly blindfolded me. The
thought of not seeing your movements and only listening to your voice
was sending chills through my body. I touch my wetness as I think of
how I thought you were walking away from me, but instead your hand
cracked my right cheek and left cheek so fast that I gasped with your
first swat. You land a volley of smacks with your hand and I begin to
wonder if your hand is stinging like my butt is. I wanted to evade your
spanks yet I know that I wanted to raise my behind to your hands,
giving you every inch of my butt to spank. I knew that my pussy was so
wet, I felt embarrassed yet excited at the same time. My buns were so
warm and the thought of the heat makes me circle my clit,
touching my pussy and letting the wetness drip unto my fingers.
Suddenly I am startled as you, The dom wolf, grabs my hair and pull my
head back. Exposing my neck to your mouth your teeth your bite. You are
touching my back so gently and biting me in a way that would have
melted me my knees if you had not had tied me up to your posts. I hear
his soft and steady music playing in the background and I know that the
power exchange has begun...
Your hands grasps my nipples gently but then you tweak each nipple
harder. The pain that you provided to my nipples hurt like a searing
torch was applied to each one. Your teeth scrape against my nipple and
you bite them to a new hardness and a new pain. I silently choke back a
sob. Your fingers invade my pussy and you pull me forward to that my
nipples are into your mouth. I insert my fingers into my wet pussy, and
stroke my self in and out and remember your words: "This is mine do you
hear me? " I feel as if I am gagged and I cannot answer your question.
Your lips replace your fingers and I reply: "Yes, Sir, my pussy is
yours."
I keep stroking my innermost wetness and want to come, but I remember
you told me that I will never cum unless you demand this of me and I
agreed. I take my fingers out of my throbbing pussy and breath in and
out trying to think of something else, to stop the memories. I cannot.
I remember the noise of clothes rustling and another sound much more
foreboding. I knew what you kept in your tool bag. What were your
removing? Fear, am I feeling and smelling my own fear? I can feel my
wetness and the aroma of fear. I can feel my wrists restrain against
the ropes. I know what is going to come, I can feel it in the air. You
have your second punishing implement raised and I feel the sudden lash
of his flogger lightly on my back and my shoulders. A Swish against my
buns. One, two, three. I think to myself that your punishment weapon
was really going to sting. I try to say something, but now words are
choked up as your flogger beats my back and my buns till I can feel
each leather lash sear against my naked flesh. You rapidly lash me over
and over, I cannot count, I cannot think, I know my tears are sliding
down beneath your mask. I do move my unrestrained knee up and try to
turn to the side, but to no avail. Your flogger is imprinting its name
on my behind. As I remember my attempt to evade your flogger, my body
suddenly spasms and I wished that I had not promised not to cum without
your wish Sir.
You move in front of me and I feel your flogger crisscrossing my
breasts, my stomach and my pussy. The tears are choking me from
whimpering or yelling, but I try to mumble something out. I do not know
if I had moaned or yelped or cried out loud. My left thigh is stinging
and I feel wretched. My hands are
grasping the ropes, as if they are going to save me, I let my head hang
and my hair washes over my face. I am letting you feel my pain. I let
you feel my release over my body. Your flogger is stripping me of my
emotions lash by lash. You stop. My body goes limp against the ropes
and I hear the refrigerator door open. I gasp at the thought of your
using ice on my body now. Oh please God, I whisper, not the ice. But
you are behind me letting the ice drip from my tail bone to my bruised
and burning buns. The ice is
dripping down my pussy unto my legs to the floor. I cannot do anything
but moan and remember. I slide my fingers on my buns, gently feeling
the heat coming from your administrations soothing the welts that are
tattooed on my buns. I frown and then I smile as I feel the heat that
still emanates from them even today. I close my legs tight together and
just as quickly spread my thighs open. My fingers are back inside my
pussy. Quickly my forefinger and middle fingers are moving in and out,
My thumb on top of my clit pushing gently against this tiny place. I
slump lower in my chair and spread my legs wider, my buns bearly
touching the end of the chair.
You have chosen to replace the ice with a hard paddle which you lay up
against my cheeks. You place the cold paddle against my butt and I take
a breath and clench my ass cheeks together preparing for the unslought
of the heavy paddle. You begin measuring your distance and type of
strokes with the paddle and I am about to scream when your first
punishing swack is dealt. I begin to twist to try to twist my body away
from your paddle but all is lost. My hands are grasping the ropes so
tight that I think that I must be burning my palms. I do turn and
screech out something but I cannot remember what I said. I remember
each smack, swack or twack, each burning slap. Oh how I need to free
myself from these ropes. I know that I am moving around trying to
escape your paddle. How useless that was. My little screams have made
you smile but I am afraid to scream louder. I do not know who would be
able to hear me. Perhaps I did not want anyone to hear me but you, my
Master. I can feel the your pleasure grin and I know now that my Master
is pleasured, happy with my reactions to his weapons. I think how need
to cum and I wish
your where here with me, Sir, instead of me masturbating myself to an
orgasm. Oh, God, how can I disobey you Master, but my pelvis is raising
to my fingers wanting to open and flood my fingers. I feel so guilty,
so trapped that I remove my fingers at once. I wail out "Why have you
done this to me? Why have I let you do this to me?" I know the answer
immediately. I want you to own me. I want to be owned by you Master.
I think again of last night and how you untied my wrists and gently
lower my hands to my sides. You move behind me and you take your hand
and turn me around towards another direction. I trip off balance and
you let me put my arms around you for support. You lean me up against
something hard and cold
by my calves and you say: "Get on the bed, on your back." I scamper as
quickly as I can toward some unknown direction and you grab my ankles
and pull my body into your decided position.
You take each wrist and tie the leather cuffs to the ropes at the bed
posts. I can only lay there and wait. I begin to think that I hate your
mask, how terrible this is to not see only hear, but I can feel your
evil grins, your smiles that make my skin crawl. As I think of my new
restrained position. I begin to rub my thighs together and clench my
legs open and close. Should I touch myself again? I wonder and remember
that once you have me tied you begin to lick my pussy, my cunt's lips
and my clit. I was saying "No Sir," and I feel a smack on my thigh.
Within minuets, I am starting to beg you to let me cum, I am arching
towards your mouth. Your fingers are penetrating me and I am ready. I
beg and beg you to let me cum, I am saying: "Please Sir, Please Sir"
and you are saying "Please Sir What?" I beg now "Please Sir may I cum
and you say "No." You keep inserting your fingers, your tongue lapping
at my wetness and I am trying to close my legs before I should climax
without your permission. I am wet, soaking wet. My mind is beyond
reason. I think I am loosing whatever is left in my mind. Then you take
your fingers out and I drop my butt back on the bed with an anguished
moan.
You surprise me and mount me. You insert your hardened cock into my
pussy while Your hands spreading my legs wider. As you enter me, I know
now that I am crying out "Oh God" over and over.
Your are thrusting your throbbing cock into my belly and out again and
again. You keep whispering: "What do you want slut? Do you want to cum
slut? If you want to cum you must say : "Please Sir." I really do not
even know if you are asking me this but I blurt out: "Yes, Sir I want
to cum, I want you to
fuck me, fuck me hard. I want to cum Please Sir, Fuck Me. " You are
fucking me with your cock and touching my clit with your fingers and I
am in agony trying not to cum. I am calling out to "God" and gasping
"Sir" over and over. You are fucking my pussy harder and faster and
then you say "Give it
to me, Give it to me now." I cry out my cum, my body spasms, my pussy
clenches and unclenches around your cock. Oh, dear God, As I cum like I
never ever had in my life, you. Sir are coming in me, I am sobbing and
trying to yank my wrists free to hold you in this orgasmic embrace, but
all I can do is twist under you, my back arching so you can fill my
pussy with your sweet juices, I want it all, I think, I want all of
you. Just as I had given all of myself to you. I love your moans and
words telling me to "Take it, take you." Oh yes... Oh, God... Oh yes,
yes...
With this last memory of last night I noticed that my pussy is dripping
wet, my fingers soak, my orgasm was a real as last nights. I think to
myself "What have I done? " I smile, then frown, because My Master will
know what I have done and I will have to confess my disobedience to him
tonight.