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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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"Pull down your knickers" he says, I do, my face flat against the back of the couch, it's evident the crotch is now dampened as I peel them down to my thighs revealing my bare arse and hungry, moist pussy.
Swoosh... I hear the sound of the cane but feel nothing, still I tense and flinch. He does this, he torments me, I never know when it's going to make contact. Suddenly I feel it, the burn/sting, I cry out in pain and cover my arse with my hands, wriggling about. 'Tap,tap, with the cane on my hands, "move them or say the word" he says. I put my hands back to the top of the couch, holding on whilst I take 9 more strikes, it's quick but the pain is terrible, strangely - as - usual I'm aroused too, I don't understand how both emotions can go together. Still crying out, tears streaming down my face and my pussy becoming wetter, I know I'll always be going back for more.
"You can have a rest, well done, turn around" I turn to sit, my backside is on fire and stings even more as I sit on the cold leather couch. Master grabs hold of my legs and pulls me to the edge. He opens my legs and pushes them up high, he stands for about 10 seconds looking at my throbbing holes. Still holding up my legs with his forearm he reaches behind him and takes out my dildo from the bag. He rubs it around my dripping pussy lips, teasing me, suddenly I feel it sinking into my cunt, I gasp out loud and moan in pleasure as he continues to fuck me with my plastic friend. I can feel my orgasm building, that gorgeous tingly feeling going right through me, "cum" I'm told. My body is alive, my cunt grabs on to the dildo as my insides contract, I'm cumming, cumming hard and it feels fucking amazing. He pulls out the dildo, my gush of juices mixed with my creamy mess runs down across the couch and onto my basque. I lay there panting, wet and hot waiting..... |
