antique luxury car.
He removed his
jeans and shorts while he gazed at the beautiful piece of living erotic art
fixed helplessly in the spotlights.
“I’m going to hurt
you again, Little One. You know how I enjoy that.” he said in his soft
seductive voice. She was so aroused that she couldn’t reply for a moment until
her mind cleared slightly.
“I need it
Master. Just let me come soon, please?”
Ignoring her plea,
he said, “Here, Little One, we’d better take these clothespins off. This will
hurt for a minute.” He reached up and swiftly removed both clothespins from
her nipples which had now been firmly compressed for almost 30 minutes.
As the blood
rushed back into the abused nipples, twin bursts of pain flared and were again
relayed to her clitoris. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth to scream.
Cole placed his hand firmly over her mouth to save his eardrums and succeeded
in reducing the volume considerably. He waited about thirty seconds for the
pain to become more tolerable, then he began delicately licking the now
hypersensitive nipples.
The intense
stimulation was more than Monica could take. Only the leather restraints kept
her from pulling away. Her overloaded brain tried to channel the input into an
orgasm, but her master would not provide the proper touch that would allow her
to climax. All she could do was accept what he wanted to do to her. As her
foggy brain realized this, she sank into the deepest state of submission that
she had yet experienced. Instead of pulling away, she now thrust her breasts
forward for her master’s pleasure. She looked down at him and realized that he
was getting great pleasure from this too. A feeling of great clarity and
satisfaction settled over her. In a sudden insight, she realized that this was
the role she was born to play.
When he tired of
the gentle touching and licking, he gradually got rougher, pulling, twisting
and squeezing her delicate breasts. He loved the soft texture of the skin and
the way they returned to their pretty, curved shapes when he released them.
Her distended nipples were places where strong inputs could be sent directly to
her brain. It gave him an arousing feeling of power and control.
“I want you to
accept one more thing, Little One. Have you ever had your tits whipped?”
“No Master. Would
it please you?”
“It would please
me very much, my little sex toy.” Then he picked up a small whip with tresses
about a foot long. It was made of inner tube rubber cut into about fifty
one-eighth inch strips.
Standing back for
a good aim, he began to whip her helplessly hanging breasts. Not too hard, he
thought. Not too soft either. There, that’s just right. He could make each
breast bounce in a most lascivious manner while leaving just the right shade of
little pink stripes. Monica found the peculiar combination of sting and thud
most intriguing and she couldn’t resist pushing her chest out for more. It
didn’t hurt nearly as much as the clothespins, she thought. She was more
concerned with the burning tingle in her cunt that was crying out for immediate
penetration.
Cole amused
himself with the whip for a few minutes until her tits glowed with delicious
red heat. Then he dragged his fingernails over the hot, sensitive skin.
Monica responded with a gasp. “Time to reward this horny little slut with an
orgasm,” he said.
He moved around
behind her and began to rub her pussy with his right hand while holding his now
rampant cock in his left to judge its firmness. It was so hard, he was
momentarily afraid that it might break. With her legs held apart by the cuffs
and the waist belt forcing her to bend over the horse, Monica’s impatient
vagina was at exactly the right height for him to fuck her from behind. He
congratulated himself on positioning her with the perfect pelvic tilt for
vigorous
He removed his
jeans and shorts while he gazed at the beautiful piece of living erotic art
fixed helplessly in the spotlights.
“I’m going to hurt
you again, Little One. You know how I enjoy that.” he said in his soft
seductive voice. She was so aroused that she couldn’t reply for a moment until
her mind cleared slightly.
“I need it
Master. Just let me come soon, please?”
Ignoring her plea,
he said, “Here, Little One, we’d better take these clothespins off. This will
hurt for a minute.” He reached up and swiftly removed both clothespins from
her nipples which had now been firmly compressed for almost 30 minutes.
As the blood
rushed back into the abused nipples, twin bursts of pain flared and were again
relayed to her clitoris. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth to scream.
Cole placed his hand firmly over her mouth to save his eardrums and succeeded
in reducing the volume considerably. He waited about thirty seconds for the
pain to become more tolerable, then he began delicately licking the now
hypersensitive nipples.
The intense
stimulation was more than Monica could take. Only the leather restraints kept
her from pulling away. Her overloaded brain tried to channel the input into an
orgasm, but her master would not provide the proper touch that would allow her
to climax. All she could do was accept what he wanted to do to her. As her
foggy brain realized this, she sank into the deepest state of submission that
she had yet experienced. Instead of pulling away, she now thrust her breasts
forward for her master’s pleasure. She looked down at him and realized that he
was getting great pleasure from this too. A feeling of great clarity and
satisfaction settled over her. In a sudden insight, she realized that this was
the role she was born to play.
When he tired of
the gentle touching and licking, he gradually got rougher, pulling, twisting
and squeezing her delicate breasts. He loved the soft texture of the skin and
the way they returned to their pretty, curved shapes when he released them.
Her distended nipples were places where strong inputs could be sent directly to
her brain. It gave him an arousing feeling of power and control.
“I want you to
accept one more thing, Little One. Have you ever had your tits whipped?”
“No Master. Would
it please you?”
“It would please
me very much, my little sex toy.” Then he picked up a small whip with tresses
about a foot long. It was made of inner tube rubber cut into about fifty
one-eighth inch strips.
Standing back for
a good aim, he began to whip her helplessly hanging breasts. Not too hard, he
thought. Not too soft either. There, that’s just right. He could make each
breast bounce in a most lascivious manner while leaving just the right shade of
little pink stripes. Monica found the peculiar combination of sting and thud
most intriguing and she couldn’t resist pushing her chest out for more. It
didn’t hurt nearly as much as the clothespins, she thought. She was more
concerned with the burning tingle in her cunt that was crying out for immediate
penetration.
Cole amused
himself with the whip for a few minutes until her tits glowed with delicious
red heat. Then he dragged his fingernails over the hot, sensitive skin.
Monica responded with a gasp. “Time to reward this horny little slut with an
orgasm,” he said.
He moved around
behind her and began to rub her pussy with his right hand while holding his now
rampant cock in his left to judge its firmness. It was so hard, he was
momentarily afraid that it might break. With her legs held apart by the cuffs
and the waist belt forcing her to bend over the horse, Monica’s impatient
vagina was at exactly the right height for him to fuck her from behind. He
congratulated himself on positioning her with the perfect pelvic tilt for
vigorous
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