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prt 2..no cheating
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prt 2..no cheating Lying on the bed, the high count linen soft and silky beneath her skin where it touched through the leather binding, she surrendered to the flow of sensation. He was there. She felt His presence. His patience always drove her to the edge. When she felt that she would not be able to keep silent any longer, He rose quietly. Her ears strained to hear His movement but the roaring of her blood in her ears was distracting. She knew how well He knew this. The soft tendrils of the flogger teased so lightly over her distended nipples that she was not even certain that she had felt it. Then it was back. She shuddered. She loved/hated the flogger, and He was so very good with it. Slowly, lightly, He touched her flesh where it escaped the thongs. Each brush was an awakening of the nerves. The sudden slap of the flogger on her swollen cunt lips made her buck like a landed carp. Her back arched. How she wished that He had spread her legs. Her mons burned lightly, but she ached for so much more. A quick flick of his supple wrist and the strands streaked across her nipples in a rapid pattern that took her breath away. Now, He began in earnest. Her thighs, her tummy, her arms, her sex, and always her nipples. Her body virtually vibrated with the trembling ache that coursed through her total being. Then He stopped. She waited. Slowly, her breathing calmed, though her heart still raced. She felt as though her whole body were on fire, but it burned with the hunger that only He could awaken. With as much patience as she could muster, she waited for Him to indicate His wishes. She fought the urge to flex her thighs, knowing how that would rub the taut leather against the swollen lips of her cunt and across the knob of her clit. Waiting. Memories of other sessions. His tongue. His fingers. His cock driving deeply within her as she lay totally aroused and blissfully will-less. Waiting. Then His fingers loosed the loop around her toe. Then He was gone. She felt his absence though she had not heard Him leave. She prayed that she was wrong. He had never done this before. Bringing her to this point then leaving her. Did He want her to wait? Why did he loosen the thong. He knew that she could slowly ease her legs free. Was that what he wished?. The sudden sense of panic and loss that came over her was the ugliest and most hideous fear she had ever known. To be rejected by Him. To lose Him. Hot tears soaked into the blindfold. She fought not to cry out, though she wanted to as never in her life. Slowly, she worked her calves apart, loosening the leather thong. It was impossible to do this without rubbing her sensitive sex, but there was only increased fear and loneliness. When her thighs were loose, she stopped. Circulation was not a problem. She lay still hoping to hear His tread. Hoping to feel His hands. She thought of the small braid of hair. Was that such a terrible thing? She thought back to when she had put the matching scrunchie back in the box, and looked for the old rubber band. She remembered the way she had felt. She could see herself, with her self-satisfied smile. Now, she understood. Her 'crime' was not the rubber-band. She had tried to usurp His rights. She wanted to shape the play, but instead of waiting until later and talking about it, she had tried to trick Him into a line of play. She had never done that before. Not only had she put her wishes over His, she had broken their agreement. She had tried to force a change without discussion. She thought of how excited He always got during play. How He must ache. She wished she could go to Him and at least ease His need, but she realized that this was not what He wished. The tears burned in her eyes. She wanted to laugh or cry. She realized that He had chosen to punish her. He could have just thrown her out. He could have just walked away. Either would have devastated her, but would she have learned? She did not think so. He had chosen to make it a lesson, even at the cost of His own pleasure. He still cared for her. Sending her awareness out through her body to ensure that she was not at risk of medical compromise, she composed herself and accepted her punishment. She would not move her thighs. The ache and heat in her mons would in time ease. The love she felt for Him would grow. ............................................................................... |
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You write so very pretty like, smiles, you can feel like your there. Thank You Issabella
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as usual, Rory, Your mastery of the written word is always a pleasure. Well done.
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[  Goes to scroll back,, lookin for Prt. 1 of story "no cheating", }aka non-punishment VS punishment{ Rory, Another meticulous excerpt from the fey kingdoms King; Inclines Head. Lukn
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