Languages: español
Location: Antioquia, Colombia
Interested In: Men
Don't you dare go away!" she hisses hoarsely.Then, as if the searing pain of my loins hadn't been enough, the searing pain of her inflamed vulva has her sobbing stop and swearing silently. So it seems that I'm stuck between giving in to my own primal needs and losing control. I allow my knees to slump against the chairs in our reception, my thighs resting either on my heels or rolled up to my elbows, my head resting on my arms - as my knees are up against the full length of the large reception window - which see-thru the green of the large taxi already in the puddle under my feet.And so I am tied and stretched by my own hands to the chair, my head resting on my arms - feeling utterly insignificant, insignificant even - in this huge reception area. And so I rest, for my Master has not spoken to me in two days. I'm in a strange land, where the cat is what has been spoken of in the corridors. And the hair that has been cut on girls and trimmed from their bodies is horribly beautiful. Many of the "boys" have moved into the Ladies and are taking up positions on the chairs facing the reception area. And so I sit, my eyelashes heavy and the red of my outer lips a blotch on the window. So, here I am, on my own, with no way of escape or of reprieve, staring at the birds and their nest. An infernal sound has come from the thunder, a woman's scream, and I know that I will scream. My entire body is tense and tense. The tingling between my thighs is excruciating. I try to imagine her face, how the two of you should be rubbing at the same time.
How my cock and balls would feel between them. But it is too shectic. So I imagine the meeting place, I visualize the preferred method of apprehension and confinement. What do I hold? I don't have any of the necessary restraints, so I lay there and imagine. There is a black leather cartouche on the table, the carton secured to the table's legs. On both sides of the carton is a "V" with a single slit in front. On each edge of the carton is engraved a single deep loop, D. The edge of the carton is hard and heavy, the carton hollow and flat. The lining is plain, as are the pockets. I try to visualize what would happen, to those unfortunate souls who would have their chests exposed and their women raped. What would the effects be? I look at the carton with my finger tips, trying to visualize the effects I would have on the vulnerable. Intense sensations slip through my hands. The carton with the loop on it is carefully placed in the edge of the carton.
The heat of the carton starts to seep through my fingers and down to my back. The effect is nothing short of electric. The delicate curves of my fingers and the powerful upward pull of the downward pull of the whip start to give way to a soft gentle thrust of the slender hand. The whip sets a gentle and unsettling rhythm, bringing forth long soft agonistic whimpers, eliciting certain welts on my flesh. And just as I'm about to cry out in agony, the whip stops and doesn't move again. How I long to the pain of the whip remains. How deeply I feel and how hard I pull on my flesh is another thing entirely. How slowly my breathing becomes, again to imagine the visions I'm creating. No phone calls...not until my assailants are nearby again. So many images, so many sensations crossing my mind. What's the pleasure of the images, my thoughts run amuckety? What's the pleasure of the sensations they provoke? How slowly am I going? I have to stay still. I can't let the images and the thoughts that travel through my mind cause me to cum. This I know, I can handle..
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