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“Fear, anxiety, arousal, and pain; all are emotions and sensations. They are neither right, nor are they wrong; good nor bad. They are simply passions. Feel them, fully experience them, surrender to them, learn to accept and enjoy them. They are all a part of life.”
— André Chevalier
Max
Swish, thud. Swish, thud.
The deliciously erotic sound is primal music that sets my soul alight. It creates a conditioned response, one of power and euphoria. I tease and trace along her body. In gentle figure eights, I lovingly caress her with the flogger in a rhythmic manner, brushing every part of her bare skin with long strokes, alternating with concentric circles.
Swish, thud. Swish, thud.
Circling her, using more effort, I flick her breasts, ass, and pussy harder now. Each lash brings a gasp or low groan. At this level, every strike feels more like a tingling, mildly stinging stroke to her sensitive skin.
Swish, thud. Swish, thud.
“You’re enjoying this.” Pleased by how completely she’s chosen to submit to me, I switch the anal vibrator on and up to medium, giving her ass, perineum, and pussy an erotic buzz. “Remember the scarf. This stops whenever you want.”
Stretch nods, so I continue.
Close. So close to climax! The exhilaration that I live for.
Hanging in chains, her skin is lovely, reddened and welted. Utterly attuned to her, I’m in the zone now, a unique combination of concentration, sexual tension, and physical exertion that connects us so intimately.
Sweet Stretch is the epitome of beauty: leather cuffs on slim wrists, steel rings of her chain jangling. Dark electricity crackles around us, my cock is hard as rock in my pants. The rhythmic snap of the whip excites me, and it undoubtedly arouses her. Knowing she’ll take this punishment for me—not because she wants this level of punishment, but because I do. This is what gives me the powerful sense of control I need.
The deep mental silence.
A profound kind of peace.
Patterns of red decorate her back, legs, breasts and buttocks in a hot, seductive glow. The unchanging pace of the whip warms her entire body. Even hanging in chains or standing on tip toes, her body instinctively leans toward physical punishment.
Swish, thud. Swish, thud.
Consent has always stood out as an issue for me all my life, so from time to time I remind her to open her palm and drop the scarf at any time she wants to stop. Meanwhile, I constantly murmur endearments, telling her how much she pleases me, and how hard I’m going to make her come.
Concentrating on her buttocks, I begin to deliver an even, cadenced beating. Giving her a sensual experience, I stimulate her flesh, making her throb, but not causing serious pain.
Not yet, anyway.
This pummeling of her buttocks mimics the sexual act. I’ve made women climax simply from the steady thump of spanking or whipping their behinds. By the looks of it, Stretch is a woman who would easily come like that.
Swish, thud. Swish, thud.
From time to time, I stop to work her clit, her greedy cunt sucking and clamping on my fingers. “I know it feels good,” I whisper darkly in her ear, “but don’t come yet. I’m keeping you right on the edge, Stretch. Seeing how far I can take you before I let you fly.”
I begin to whip her mercilessly, not effortless flicks of elbow and wrist. Sweat sheens her skin as the flogging continues, each slap coming harder, leaving a red blush, sending jolts of pleasure to my cock. When it strikes the butt plug, her entire body spasms.
“Yes,” I murmur. “You like that, don’t you? I can tell. You’re the kind of woman who fantasizes about being taken over, about being bound, erotically whipped, and having your body used for a man’s pleasure.”
Swish, thud. Swish, thud.
Her reactions drive me—those sexy squeals when I strike her erect nipples. Those delicious jerks and gasps as I flog her pussy. Pain has transformed into euphoric sensation. Endorphins. Subspace. Whatever. She won’t last in this position for long, so I work fast.
Stretch moans, a low, lovely sound. Her body shudders from the onslaught; her knees shake, her thighs glisten from arousal. We’re both breathing hard, but her sweet desperate sounds have become constant. The woman has been on the knife edge of climax for twenty minutes. Will she break her decision to remain mute and beg for release?
“I love seeing you trembling and wanting,” I growl, knowing I could make her beg for it, if I told her to. “You’re mine to please and I’m going to please the hell out of you. Your body is telling me what you want, sweetheart,” I say, stimulating her slippery nub with my fingers. “It tells me what you need.” I tease her plump pussy lips with the handle of my leather flogger. The instant I push the handle inside, driving it into her cunt, Stretch screams with pleasure.
“Your orgasms are mine.” I quickly pull the whip away, switching off the anal vibrator. “Don’t you dare let that sweet pussy climax until I tell you to,” I warn, aroused by her generous slickness that covers the whip’s handle. “You didn’t come, did you?”
She shakes her head “no” vigorously.
“Good girl. Remember, we’re going for ten out of ten.”
Drawing her up into my arms, I slide my hands down her back, cupping the soft, round globes of her ass. Temporarily, I take the weight from her legs, pressing my lips to hers. I groan when her plump breasts and hard nipples press against my naked chest.
Lips parted and panting, Stretch thrusts her tongue inside my mouth. Within the limits of her chains, she presses her body into mine. She feels so fucking good against me that my brain short-circuits. Kissing and touching and breathing each other’s air, I quickly lose track of who I am, much less what I’m doing.
“Mmm,” I say as I abruptly pull back, hyper-conscious of her desperate arousal, and my own. “Christ, you’re amazing,” I murmur, inhaling a deep breath. “I love how you smell and the way you react to my dominance. You deserve your reward, sweetheart. I think it’s time, don’t you?”
Stretch cocks her head in query, questioning what I mean.
I grin. “Time to make you fly.”
