That was this summer. I had very long relationship and last year i got ridden of it. So I sex occasionally wit various girls till then. One night this September I was very very tired of everything. Job went finally better and some private investing also, but I had being working for 14 hours a day at time. It was About 1 am in the morning and was just went of from long shower and about to lay down on my bad.The voice from the other side of cell phone was very pleasant, some kind of baby talking voice. Voice said" Annnn' what what do want from me now?...LOL.. i said "who is this?&... Continue»
I lay, on my front, on the bed tied by my hands and feet and a mask stopping me from seeing him. I know he is there I can hear his breathing as he smokes his cigarette – he only smokes in the bedroom where he knows my heightened senses can smell the horrible acrid smoke – he does it because I hate it! Although I hate it I love because it meant he was still here.
I moved a bit and felt the thong attached to the nipple clamps stretch taut and tug at my nipples. Even with him not touching me I felt the way I was being punished. I felt the hot wetness on my own desire dripping from between my legs and knew that he would be watching for that. Could I stop it if I wanted or was I too far gone? Did I want him to see it so that I got punished? Those two simple words rattling around my head 24 hours a day – “Punish me”. Do I live for me, for him, for sex or for the sweet pain. I know that my pain is not excessive, it is not scarring mentally or physically, it is not unbearable, it is just aimed at my own tolerance levels. What do I like the most? The actual physical side or the anticipation? I function perfectly well away from him but when my mind wanders I start to wonder what will happen next time?, when will the next time be? Have I done anything that I shouldn’t have? Have I cum without him or his express command? Do I just find excuses to feel that I need to say “Punish me”?
God I nearly missed hearing him move – must concentrate! I feel his fingers gently prising me open and I can’t help myself I contract my arse cheeks together – quickly I release them fearing the punishment – why did he not punish me? Have I lost his interest? “Please I need to know my place in the bedroom” – “Punish me”
Without warning I feel the sting of leather thongs hitting my arse, not once or twice but three times. Why was I so weak as to doubt him? The bedroom is his domain, he knows my every thought here, my yearnings, my fears that I will disappoint him.
I hear the click of a digital camera, good I want to see the marks he has left, the stinging little welts that will be gone in an hour, the proof of my humiliation, my inner need to be chastised – “Punish me”
All goes quiet again and I hear him light another cigarette, he is teasing me again – no he has just pulled on the thong and pulled the nipple clamps again – how can he surprise me time and time again? Most of the time he is a gentle, kindly lover but he says that when I confess or have a glint in my eye I have an inner need – it is his duty to see that I behave at times like these. “Please punish me a little bit more”
He moves, to the top of the bed I think, he has, he is untying my hands but tells me to leave them where they are. Next he unties my feet. ‘Stand up’ he whispers. I must do as he says and quickly, but part of me wants to go slowly - “Punish me”
I’m standing, I can feel his breath so evenly against my back and know that my own is quite ragged.
I feel his breath move to my ear, he pulls back my hair and hisses one word ‘Cum’
To my shame I do so, my whole body feeling the release as my cum flows down my thighs in torrents. I shudder and know that I have had the ultimate punishment, he has proven I am a slut in the bedroom – I have cum while his cock is still in is underpants.
“How will he punish me next time?”