A bdsm story

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A bdsm storyAsk me naughty” he says “Master, will you spank me?” I respond.He gently trails his hand across my back and my ass.“Again”“Master; I need for you to slap me! I respond.“Beg for it naughty” he says, knowing what the sound of my name on his lips does to me. Knowing how very much it humiliates me to beg for the pain I crave so much!“Please Master! I need to be spanked by you! Please do it NOW!” I beg! The moment hung in the air and then he just started slapping me. No time to adjust. No soft to medium to hard; just fast, hard, stinging slaps across my ass; across my shoulders; across my back, probably 8-10 in all. He abruptly stops and presses the vibrating dildo hard up against my clit and cunt! GOD! My head was spinning, trying to keep up! The pain was so hot and urgent, yet the pleasure was curling up like a knot inside of me! My hips were moving trying to fuck the dildo, I was moaning and moaning; I could feel drool sliding from the side of my mouth! Then the dildo disappears and then he slaps hard as he concentrates on my inner thighs, ordering me to spread wider bahis firmaları in a harsh voice! I cried out; SCREAMED out when his slap licked my lips that were tender Then he stopped again and placed the dildo right on my clit; off and on in short pulses. My nose was running; my fingers were trying to grip into the carpet! I was pushing back on the dildo; trying to orgasm, but of course Master plays my body like no one else can; always knowing how to keep me primed, and on the very edge before going over! Honest to God I feel as if my body is going to puddle and melt! There’s so much heat radiating from me because of the slaps, and the throb inside of me is beyond what I think is possible to take! Somewhere deep in the haze of mindspace I hear his voice asking me what I want.“MORE” I say. “slap me more!” Another set of lslaps are slappped across my back and ass, but mostly my ass. He says he likes to keep it sore for days so he can know that when I have to sit it’ll be carefully, each tender moment a reminder of his control. I don’t know how many more; I’d guess kaçak iddaa a dozen before he finally stopped, they simply stop registering after a while. I do notice when they stoped . he then places the vibrating dildo near my hungry cunt..I grind down hard on the dildo, hungry now for the pleasure it brings! His hand is gripped hard in my hair and his voice is driving in my ear!“WHAT ARE YOU?”“Your slave!”“WHO OWNS YOU?”“You do Master!” I cry out completely in the place I wanted to reach! He pushed me harder on the dildo and wet his cock into my mouth He then slid slowly, only the head into my mouth while I whimpered and panted. he pulls he cock out after getting it all slick and tells me“DON”T YOU EVER FORGET IT!” He threw my head forward and in one fluid motion buried himself completely to the root in my ass!Honestly, I was making some inhumane noises at this point. I lost all matter of control. I was grunting, and groaning, begging incoherently for him to fuck me harder! His hands gripping my hips he was grabbing all the slapped places! I was begging to cum, not kaçak bahis even hearing his responses!I hadn’t felt that completely open and exposed in some time; stripped down to the bare raw “feel” of emotion, nothing mental whatsoever; just overwhelming “feelings”. No defenses, no walls; no holding back. Oh, we say we never do; that we always give completely; but sometimes you have to hold just the tiniest bit back; just the smallest bit of self. That voice that says, if you ever have to walk away you could. Well, that voice was non existent; buried! That voice ceased to exist!! It was replaced by deepest level of submission that I didn’t think was possible. It was needed…is needed for me to be brought to this level a couple of times a year. It makes all the difference in the world for me. I feel it when it starts to happen, when the need to be taken down creeps into me; the need to be strongly dominated; the need to be put back under his thumb. To be humbled and thoroughly dominated! I craved the slaps, asked for it to happen, and begged for it to begin.I needed the pain behind it, the emotions it purged out of me; the release it gave me. I love that he dominated me so strongly, the smallness he made me feel; and God knows I melted as the control of his voice washed over me. Once again, I felt fullfulled…

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